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「 ✦ thanos / reader / nam-gyu ✦ 」 tags: smut MDNI // afab! reader, DP, mild drxg use, like super mild, no plot lol, light coercion but reader is into it

a/n: when is it my turn im barkingggg i want them so bad theyre gonna have to burn me off w a lighter the way im biting word count: 9.5

・❥・Never in your life had you felt so grateful for something as simple as lukewarm water. Fuck, any water at all that wasn’t ice cold felt like a luxury- your palms collecting the clear liquid before tossing it up to your face. The splashes only offer so much, it’s awkward to bend over the sink to wash yourself, but it’s better than nothing given there don’t seem to be any readily available showers. 

Paper towels make shitty loofahs. The hand soap isn’t exactly your favorite fragrance ever. Your tracksuit and t-shirt are slung over a stalls door, and you’re craning your entire spine forward just to wash your upper half. The last game had been so strenuous- you were sure you absolutely reeked. 

Man, you miss your shower. If you make it home, you’re going to spend most of the rest of your life under as hot of water as you could get, you think. The ultimate pick-me-up.

Speaking of pick-me-up’s, you wonder if Thanos's would be a kind enough soul to let you bum off some more of this muscle relaxants. You had no idea what the things were, but holy shit, did it knock you off your ass the last time. It was like being made entirely of lead. Every time you shifted positions, you fell into an even comfier spot, the thin mattresses offered to you suddenly about as comfortable as a kings. 

You could use some good sleep right about now. Sore, exhausted, and more high-strung than you cared to admit. Thanos and Nam-gyu were always entertaining enough to take some of the edge off. Even when your lives were on the line, they made it hard to take anything too serious at all at all. Or maybe that was the drugs- either way, you were appreciative of their company. Who better to hang around with than friends, right? Long before the games, before you all became a trio of sorts, you’d met them both a handful of times, only when your friend groups would clash because a few people knew a few people who knew a few people. 

Thanos was always the center of attention, but he was never outright unkind to you. Notably, he was always particularly focused on you when you were in a giggly mood. You would laugh at all his jokes, even the shitty ones, with a drink in hand. He ate it up- worked overtime to keep you around- you made him feel like he was the funniest man alive. 

Nam-gyu worked at the club you both frequented at and he came to be as equally as interested in your friend. He hung around your table, they chatted endlessly on about some online currency thing most times, and you’d zone out all too easily. Other times, your favorite times, Nam-gyu would sneak you all into a private lounge and share some of his spoils he’d come across. They took drugs like water, you always chose the bottle, instead. 

Friday’s would blur into sunday evenings before you could even really get a grapple on what was going on. You’d wake up in hotel rooms with them both strewn about, sleeping in all sorts of positions. It was fun. It was really fun, in a wreckless, manic type of way. You never understood why they kept you around, but you didn’t question it, either. Why question when you could just enjoy. Why question when you could just enjoy?

When you’d found them among the crowd on day one, it was like the planets had realigned. Actually, you hadn’t even been the first to notice. You just heard your name shouted over the crowd and suddenly someone was slamming into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. A blur of purple hair and green tracksuits. 

You aren’t sure you’d have made it as far as you had if not for your buddies. You try not to think about it too much- you’d hate to ruin your own vibe as lives come to end all around you. It was the first time you’d ever taken something from Thanos- a muscle relaxant that really took the anxieties away. 

Dipping your head into the sink and rinsing your face once more, you don’t bother looking up when you hear the door push open and then click shut. You’re too focused on how the water is warm enough, and you don’t stink to the high heavens any longer. 

A man’s voice cuts through the silence, echoes off the tile walls. 

“Woah.” 

You rip your head from the sink so fast it almost nails the faucet on your way up, alarm flashing through you, arms coming to cover your chest only clad in your bra. When you manage to process the not only one, but two men standing before you, you feel anger bubbling in your chest. 

Low and behold, speak of the devils. 

“What the fuck!” You hiss, tightening your arms around your chest. 

Thanos’s hands are tucked into his pockets casually, and he looks around the bathroom with his brows raised, like he wasn’t sure what to expect out of the women's bathroom. Nam-gyu tails him but passes by after offering you a snarky grin. In your relief that you knew the two souls invading your space, you almost forgot the fact that you were naked from the waist up. 

“You seriously scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Thanos hummed, putting his hands up to his chest mockingly. He moves like he’s light on air, but his eyes never leave you. 

You turn on your heel and grab your shirt from its spot over the stall door, throwing it on quickly. In the mirror, you don’t miss the way Thanos’s eyes drink you in, but you do miss the way Nam-gyu is almost seeming to scout the girls room, checking under the doors and pushing stalls open. 

“What are you guys doing in here? Aren’t you worried about getting in trouble.”

Thanos scoffs. “Trouble. It was crazy boring out there.”

Nam-gyu sighs dramatically, snaking up beside the taller male. “And you’ve been in here forever. We thought maybe something happened to our buddy.”

You actually laugh at that. He’s said that before- and this isn’t the first time your friends have barged into the women's bathroom in search of you. Usually at clubs, they’d be pushed and shoved out by other women, but right now there’s no one to chastise them for being irritants. 

“My heroes. I’m definitely doing fine. Buuut…” You trail off in a hum, eyeing your purple haired friend. He raises a brow again. “You got more of what you had me take? Not the crazy shit, obviously, whatever the white one was from the other night.”

“Why? You stressed?” He rocks back and forth on his heels, shoving his hands into his pockets. You can’t help but stare at him, incredulous. 

“Yeah, I’m stressed. All this game shit is starting to get under my skin.”

“Yo, you’re not voting no are you?” Gam-gyu is already touching you. So clingy, all the time, thin fingers petting and pressing on your shoulders any chance he could get. At any point it seemed like he was tugging on you from somewhere. 

“No, I’m just saying I could use some relief.”

He slips behind you, hands on your shoulders. Your friends are trading looks that you can’t quite place, this unspoken vibe that you’re clearly not tuned into. Something thicker settles between all three of you, as does your confusion. They were up to something- you knew it. You knew them like the back of your hand. 

Thanos is jostling the necklace around to sort through all the colors. Eventually he settles on one and he hands it over. The entire time he’s searching for it, Nam-gyu is still standing along your back, the heat of him palpable. Consistent. He’s always exuded heat like a furnace.

Thanos pulls his necklace from his shirt and pops the cross shaped case open. Plucking out a small white pill, he eyes it before flashing it in your vision. You brighten up at the sight, but he’s quick to take a step back when you reach out. 

“What is it?”

“Hm… I’m just thinking. You know, I give you a couple of these, but what do I get in return?” 

That stops you, your eyes narrowing just enough to notice, subtle suspicion settling over your features. 

“Uh… What do you want, I guess…?”

Thanos eyes glance around the room as he thinks, before they settle on you. They’re different. A bit darker, a flame of mischievousness to those irises. Not a look you’ve never seen before, but certainly not a look you expected to be directed at you of all people. 

“How about… a kiss.”

There you go, laughing again. Now that was certainly a first. When you have your little giggle and straighten back up, you see that Thanos doesn’t find his request even slightly as funny as you do. He’s staring at you with his expression of expectancy, so much so that it makes you raise a brow. 

“For real?”

He jingles his necklace, the pills rattling around audibly. There’s no way he’s serious. But he looks serious. He was a flirt to his very core, you knew that a fact to be true, but ever since you’d left the ‘cutie in his friend group’ category and slipped into the boundaries of being his genuine friend, he hadn’t made any advances. 

Maybe this was some sort of test, because he’s still not budging. If he is serious, well… You can’t exactly say you’d mind a little peck. He was handsome- they both were. With cool, untouchable attitudes to match. Fun, fun, fun, and the rare times they had to look out for you, they were as reliable as concrete. 

If you hadn’t developed such a bond with them- not quite something like siblings, but not of lesser importance either, you’d have been all over the idea. Now you have to put thought into it, tread more carefully than you’d like. 

You decide, though, fuck it. If he’s to be the fisher, then suppose you’ll be the fish that bites.

“Sure. Why not.”

They both trade looks again. Quick, only in a flash, but you catch it. Nam-gyu’s thumbs rub circles into your skin through the thin fabric of your t-shirt and for some reason it makes your breath catch in your chest. There’s a strange energy about them. Something charged, determined. Every move is calculated with some end goal in their minds. 

“Here.” 

A strange pang of disappointment rings through you, though, when Thanos plants the little pill in your palm- you had kinda hoped he’d kiss you, after all. But oh well. You knew he was just clowning around- he always was. You always had turned his meaningless flirts down, maybe he was trying to see what you’d do in the name of drugs, or something like that. You feel prickly heat on your cheeks- embarrassment. 

You wish you had turned him down now, too, kind of feeling like an idiot. 

The pill is just as bitter on your tongue now as it had been the first time, a grimace playing over your lips as the texture bursts into a gritty chalk-like powder dancing over your tastebuds. You had about five minutes before it’d start kicking in. 

“Jesus, that taste is so fucking na-”

You’re cut off by Thanos pressing his lips firmly against your own. It’s sudden, it’s intrusive. His hand is firmly cupping your jaw and the other is resting on the pulse of your neck. It pushes you back against Nam-gyu roughly, and his hands come to grasp at your forearms from behind you, continuing to rub circles into your skin. Your own hands come up instinctively, planting on Thanos’s shoulders. 

There’s heat flooding your cheeks, heat flooding down to your chest and out to your ears. Worsened, a flame so fiery hot it scorches, when Thanos tilts his head to deepen the kiss even further, his hands keeping you flush against him. Nam-gyu’s sliding his hands from your arms down to the curve of your waist, feeling the shape of you through your t-shirt. You shiver, electricity rippling up and down your spine in body shivering shudders. 

When Thanos splits from you, your mind reeling, there’s fingers replacing his grip on your jaw almost immediately, making you face over your shoulder. Another set of lips overtake yours, tongue lapping into your parted lips, pushy and demanding. Thanos’s kiss wasn't especially apprehensive, but it wasn’t like this. Nam-gyu kisses you like he owns you, fervent and sloppy and noisy.

There’s a string of spit bridging you when he pulls away, watches you gape at him, breathless and flushed. You’re stammering, unsure of what to say next. 

“What- what the fuck-”

“You are so beautiful.” Thanos interrupts again you by running a hand through your hair, nails gently scratching along your scalp. It’s not the first time he’s ever said it, but there’s something different now. Passionate. Like he really means it this time, and not some off-handed flirt that was easy to swat away. 

You’re blushing a raging red, your heart pounding in your chest- you don’t know what to do with your hands anymore. He takes them for you in his own, long fingers stroking over your knuckles before he dragged your right hand up to his lips and places kisses along your knuckles. Over the top, up your wrist. Up to your forearm and then only stopping when your t-shirt blocked away your smooth skin. Nam-gyu brushes hair from your neck and buries his face into the cradle of you, breathes you in, his hands still squeezing gently on your hips. 

“What’s going on…?” You chirp, eyes falling half lidded.

“You tell us.” Nam-gyu murmurs against you, hot breath ghosting over your skin, and you shiver in, you realize, pure delight. You feel a weight start to settle in your cheeks, your head starting to feel just a little bit heavier than before to hold up on your neck. 

The drugs are kicking in just in time, your shoulders slumping, a content sigh leaving your lips. Opening yourself up to them, head lolling to the side to give Nam-gyu more of your collar. He takes, greedy, excited, and presses a smile into your jugular. 

This was calculated. This was planned. And fuck, it’s working. 

“I don’t know.” You say. But you do know. And you know you’re clearly enjoying it- already wet between your legs and feeling the roll of anticipation settle in your belly. 

The anxieties start to ebb away, and Thanos is watching your every micro expression with blown pupils. You watch him from under your thick lashes, lips swollen, your breath leaving you in shallow pants. It beckons him, draws him in for another kiss. 

Thanos is the one who finally decides to stop beating around the bush. He breaks your second kiss to touch your face, one hand caressing down your cheeks, the other brushing stray strands of hair away from your eyes. He’s beautiful- he’s always been beautiful. 

“You want more?”

You swallow. “Drugs? Or…”

He traces his thumb over your lower lip. “...Or.”

Yes, you do. Fuck yes. But for some reason you can’t say it outloud- this weird, nagging feeling that surely comes from some insecurities buried among the skeletons in your closet, that this is all some cruel prank. That if you say yes, really give in to them, they’ll leave you high and dry, laughing all the way back to their beds outside. You’d never live it down. It would change everything. 

“...Are you being serious…?” You have to ask, even if you’re so wet it’s uncomfortable, clenching on nothing when strikes of need course through you. 

There is no laughter. Just excited, aroused breathing all around in the silence. Nam-gyu squeezes you once more, fingers pressing into your skin through your clothes that are suddenly much, much too warm to be under. 

“Seriously.” Thanos murmurs, and then he finds your lips again. Kisses exhilaration into you like a drug of its very own. You let him in, lean forward and hum a sweet little sound into his mouth. He pulls back again, and there’s those expectant eyes again. He’s being genuine, they both are, their hands and their eyes and their mouths unable to leave you for even a moment. 

“Let’s have some fun, yeah?” Nam-gyu breathes, and you shiver. His fingers dip below the thin fabric of your t-shirt, barely brushing his calloused fingers over your skin, and it’s enough to light you up with goosebumps and desire. You can feel your heartbeat throughout your entire body now, from your head all the way down to your aching cunt. 

Yeah. Let’s have some fun. 

The moment you nod, it’s the green light they’d been waiting for- hoping for. 

Your shirt is gone in a matter of seconds, Thanos making quick work to pull it over your head and toss it over the wall of the nearest stall. Before you even get the chance to cover yourself, exposed in the bathroom before them all over again, you’re being walked backwards, pushed gently by the front when Thanos kisses you fervently- like he can’t get enough of you. Like everytime he breaks away he’s just waiting for his chance to find your lips again. You’re sore with him, kiss-drunk and willing. The world disappears behind the stall, and all else disappears except for them. 

Nam-gyu backs up to the wall, keeps you in front of him, sandwiched between their bodies. His hand slips under your bra and he kneads your breast with one hand, the other wrapping around your waist, keeping you pinned against his warm, warm body. When his thumb flicks over your nipple, you jump with a sharp gasp. Thanos groans an equally as delighted sound against you, doesn’t let up, doesn’t give you the chance to have second thoughts. 

Gentle pinches and tugs make you whimper, forced to break Thanos’s kiss when you’re overwhelmed with the need for air. You suck in greedy breaths, a sound that raises into a high keen when there’s suddenly pressure flattened right where you needed it between your legs. Thanos’s palm is grinding against your sex through your sweats, your hands clutching against his jacket in need of purchase. 

“I knew you’d sound cute.” Nam-gyu harps, grinning into your hair. 

You wonder when they’d planned this. Initially you had figured it was a fuck it, why not scenario- after all, tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed. But the little comments like that, like this was something they’d thought about before, tells you otherwise. It makes you even hotter. Fuck, if you had known, you would have been on it. Especially if it felt like this. 

Your head tips back, resting against Nam-gyu’s shoulder, and he makes quick work of nipping at your throat. Thanos is all kisses, but you’re finding the other male is mostly teeth, biting and grazing along the sensitive flesh of your neck. Thanos adds just a bit of pressure, just enough to make you moan again, the sound like music to their waiting ears. You’re quickly dissolving into a squirming mess of sultry cries and ember-hot skin. 

Your bra is next up on the chopping block. It’s actually shocking it’s taken this long, Nam-gyu growing impatient with the idea of touching, but not seeing. When it’s pulled away, the cold air meets you, makes you shiver, exposed. Now it’s getting real- you’re entirely bare from the waist up, panting in front of them like a present begging to be unwrapped. 

“So fucking hot,” Thanos coos, feeling you, bouncing between catching your sensitive nipples in his fingers and easing his palm against your sex. You need more- you’re so wet you’re sure he can feel it through your clothes, now, hips rocking, begging for more. He drops to his knees in front of you.

“Woah-” You clam up, tensing, and Nam-gyu lifts his head so he could see what your sudden fuss was about. Thanos freezes, his fingers caught and hooking over your sweats. You swallow hard and squirm. “I mean- You don’t have to do that.”

“You don’t… Want me to?” He’s actually taken aback that you’re stopping him, clearly worried about cold feet coming into the picture. You stammer again.

“Well-, Not like, I don’t want you to, but that’s… I don’t know.”

He leans back on his heels, tilting his head. “So you do want me to.”

You’re under the spotlight, frozen, floundering. They’re exchanging glances from over your shoulder. Fuck- you don’t want this to stop but you’re nervous at the thought of him eating you out. You force out, “I-I just- I’m embarrassed.”

Thanos gapes at you. “Embarrassed?”

You can’t bear to look at him in the eyes anymore, nerves getting the better of you. 

Fuck, you want more drugs. Anything to get away from this random bout of insecurities that seemed to jump you out of the blue. Or maybe it was the sobering reality that was your good, good friend about to be face to face with your cunt. 

Nam-gyu drags his hands along your sides, makes you shiver, before they settle on your breasts again. He grasps you, rolls your sensitive buds between his fingers. He’s trying to break you out of your funk, you know it, and it’s starting to work. Reminding you how good this feels, how they’ve been all over you like drooling hounds to scent from the moment you’d invited them into yourself. 

“Don’t be shy, c’mon.” He whispers in your ear. You’re inclined to listen, even if it takes a few extra beats of silence. 

“Okay.”

Thanos’s eyes light up. He leans forward. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

He’s quick to drag your pants down, takes great care to bring your underwear with them, into a pool around your ankles before tugging them away all together. When you lift your left leg to step out, he catches you by the thigh and hikes it over his shoulder, your other leg supporting your weight. You’re spread open and he’s eyeing your sex like a wolf eyes a cornered rabbit. Hungry, primal. He doesn't let you develop those worries this time, wastes no time before butting his tongue up against your slit and licking a broad, deep stripe. 

A high, blissful sound escapes your lips. Something like a mewl, but from somewhere deep in your chest. It’s lewd, it’s downright pornographic, and it’s making Nam-gyu groan into your neck while Thanos’s eyes slip shut. Every lick makes you jump, every prod of his tongue against your lonely clit a cause for squirming. If Nam-gyu’s arm wasn’t wrapped around your waist, crushing you against him, you would have crumbled into a heaping mess. 

“God, you’re such a fucking babe.” He murmurs in your ear, a taunt to his tone. “You’ve wanted this bad, huh?”

You did want it. You wanted it so bad that you’re already dripping with your own slick, Thanos devours you like the finest of fruit. He’s ravenous, hungry, sucking on your clit and spreading you open with his fingers until all you can do is wheeze out sharp cries. You can’t do anything to slow him down, urge him deeper, stuck in place and expected to do nothing else but let them have you. 

“Look at that,” Nam-gyu’s voice again in your ear, you can hear his grin. “You're soaking his face already.”

It’s too much. You can’t lock eyes with him- you can barely even stand the sight of him buried between your legs on its own, let alone locking eyes when he's making all these obscene, salacious sounds, drunk on your slick. But then the male behind you grabs your chin and he makes you look and he whispers dirty, downright bawdy things in your ear that make you shake in his unrelenting grip.

When Thanos’s eyes flick up to find yours, you whine and bury your hand in his hair. He moans against you, letting his eyes fall shut again, reveling in the way you tugged and clawed. You’re covered by them, covered by hands and kisses, losing any and all sense of prudence. These wanton, needy sounds are slipping past your lips and you can’t seem to stop them. It’s all so good, pleasure from every angle. 

Your orgasm is quiet, but it rocks you to your very core. This rippling, climbing tantamount of pleasure that bursts into fiery roars of euphoria fluttering under your skin. Head tossed back against Nam-gyu’s shoulder, scrabbling for purchase on his arm around your waist, you cum and cum and cum until it feels like you’re never going to find your way back down. 

If you’d been soaked before, you were downright drenched now, and Thanos couldn’t have been happier. He’s greedy, clutches your twitching hips so you can’t jump away from his mouth when he drinks you in until you’re writhing to get away from it. When he finally pulls away, he laps another wet kiss onto your clit for good measure, and then another for the road. And then one more, one more just for good luck. 

“Holy shit,” Nam-gyu chuckles against your hair. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

Thanos kisses up from your thighs to your abdomen, up to your breasts, where he finds his mouth busy once more latching onto a nipple and earning another bout of whimpers. You lurch back, wiggly and restless, but you can’t go anywhere else. You’re trapped, cornered. It’s perfect.

You’re suddenly hoisted into the air, hands gripping into your thighs and ass. Your back presses weight against Nam-gyu’s front, and instinctively, you wrap your legs around Thanos’s waist for support. They’ve got you sandwiched in between their bodies even more now, your weight entirely supported by their grasps, the soft fabric of their tracksuits brushing against you with every shift. Occasionally, there’s a sharp chill of cold along your back, the zipper brushing against your heated skin. 

There’s a quiet, rustling of fabric that reaches your ears over the incessant pounding of your heart rate, and when you look, you feel your stomach roll. Thanos is shimmying his pants down to his mid thighs, and you watch with eager eyes as his cock springs free from its confines. His tip is red and angry with need, precum glistening under the overhead light. It makes you clench of nothing, suddenly realizing how empty you feel, how he could fill you up so perfectly. 

When he settles between your legs again, he tests the waters, drags his tip along your slit, knocking it against your clit. You jerk your hips against him, trying to urge him in without outright telling him. He’s a good listener- doesn't make you wait and agonize, doesn't even make you beg for it. Just lines his shaft up with your entrance and lets out a shaky, eager breath. He doesn’t wait for an okay. He doesn’t need one. Not when you’re driving your heel into his lower back and biting at your lip in anticipation. 

You’re so drenched that he’s inside of you all the way to the hilt in one move. You go from uncomfortably empty to suddenly bracing the impalement, your walls fluttering and sucking him in, drawing these deep guttural groans from both of your throats. His hands are squeezing your ass, nails barely catching the skin. He certainly feels thicker than he looks, snug inside of your gummy walls. 

“Damn,” English meets your ears, low and sultry as you wrap your arms around his neck. “So fucking wet.”

“Take her.” Nam-gyu says, and before you know it, your weight has shifted onto Thanos almost entirely. The arm wrapped tightly around your abdomen slithers away, and then you feel it. The unmistakable, undeniable feeling of Nam-gyu’s erection pressing flush to your occupied slit. He’s so hard it must hurt, breathing heavy against your neck, a fever growing within him. And he’s bigger- you can tell, thicker. Thanos’s cock twitched inside of you, reminds you that you already feel full. You still, the sudden dawning realization that they’re both going to take you temporarily yanking you from your haze of euphoria. 

“You gonna be able to take it?” Thanos can sense the change in you. He always does, his eyes seem to never leave you. 

You can’t bring yourself to answer, because quite honestly, you don’t know. You don’t know if you could house both of their swollen cocks within the confines of your cunt. You’re trying to even your breathing, to relax around him, but it’s hard when Nam-gyu knocks his length along your sex once again. He’s trying to wait- but patience has never been one of his virtues. But he does it for you, does it because he wants this more than anything in his entire life. And he wants it done right. 

Thanos rocks himself into you, sets you alight once more, lighting little sparks behind your eyelids. Reminding you, again, that they’re going to take care of you. Chirping, mewling little sounds pass your lips every time he does, spurs them both on, especially Nam-gyu, who butts his cock up against your slit one more time before he presses inside with a hiss. 

It’s an impossibly tight fit. Your chest heaves, your body tenses, your heart is beating so rapidly you’re afraid it may burst any time now. There’s hands all over you, soothing you, toying with you, rubbing circles into your clit and catching your nipples between the pads of their fingers. The first inch of Nam-gyu manages a path inside your pussy. You tense with every fiber of your being, this searing, rippling burn forcing you to toss your head back with a dying yelp on your lips. It hurts- it hurts more than you thought it would, and you knew with certainty you’d be struggling. He won’t fit- he can’t fit, there’s no way the size of you could accommodate them both. But he continues anyway, forces another inch inside of you. 

The stretch is unbelievable. You can’t cope 

There’s hands petting down your hair, lips on your cheek, trying to kiss and lick and sooth you. 

“Quiet, it’s okay.” Your ears are swimming, you can barely hear Thanos’s voice over the crashing waves beating along your eardrums. You whimper a pitiful noise- one that makes him shift your weight onto Nam-gyu’s iron grip. Your eyes are screwed shut so tight you’re unsure if they'll ever open again. Something pokes against your lips- fingers, you realize, slipping inside your warm mouth and dragging along your tongue. You’re so lost, swirling, you just let them explore you.

“You’re so pretty, baby, let me help you.” He hums, and that reaches you just fine. Another wave of red hot blush creeps over your cheeks as if having both of their cocks jointed in the cavern of your cunt wasn’t enough before. Chest swelling, leaning into his fingers collecting your drool and prying your mouth open for him, like an obedient dog. 

A bitter, sharp taste explodes over your tongue. 

Try as you might to rip your head back, retching, Nam-gyu’s holding you up so Thanos’s other hand has got you by the back of your head and he’s shoving that terrible taste to the very back of your throat until you're gagging it down. His voice is so sweet in your ears, sickly so, faux honey tipped words that reach you in cooing there you go’s. 

“How much-” You gag with the taste of the pill still drifting down into your stomach. “How much was that?”

“Don’t worry about it. I got you.” And his broad hands are back onto your body, supporting and dragging you against him, burying his face in your neck, lapping the smooth skin there. 

You trust him. You trust both of them, even when they give you every reason not to. And so, let them handle it all for you. To take care of you. In return they ravage you, take and pull anything they can get their hands on, stuck somewhere between treating you like the finest of china

 whilst simultaneously brutalizing you at every turn. This precious, pliable, breakable, but oh so usable thing at their very fingertips. 

At the very least, Nam-gyu hasn’t continued trying to bulldoze his swollen cock into you, not yet. He’s giving you the chance to relax, to let him have you. 

This round of drugs takes as quick of effect as the first, and you can feel it starting in your back before all else, this overtaking, tranquilizing sooth that works to pacify your tense muscles. It spreads to your face, your arms, your thighs and your legs, like a flood slowly rising until you’re soggy and heavy in their arms. Your head lolls forward on your shoulders, your brain grows foggier by the second. Their heartbeats are in tandem- or perhaps, it’s just your own, pulsating through every nerve in your being. 

The drugs are helping, you think, or you really are starting to enjoy the way you’re being lanced in two. It’s hard to think at all anymore, all you can really do is feel and pant and try not to cry anymore than you already have. As the seconds tick by, you’re still lucid enough to know a glaring fact- they’re going to gut you with this. But you’re starting to lose the ability to care and you aren’t sure if that’s entirely a good thing or not. 

In that moment, however, it was bliss. Painful and scorching, but all euphoric consuming bliss. 

There isn’t enough space for them between your legs, but they carve it out anyways, shape and mold you around their cocks. Nam-gyu pushes in again, and you wrench around them, gasping out high noises in the back of your throat. He stills- there isn’t enough room like this. Even being so soaked that there’s this audible, obscene wentess to your cunt as he makes his way inside, there’s simply not enough room. Not with Thanos already buried so tightly inside of you, snug and occupying. Your fingers grip anywhere they can get- their arms, their shoulders, desperate for something to cling to in your woes. 

“I don’t think she can-” Nam-gyu groans when you squeeze around them mid sentence, and even with just half of his length sheathed inside of you, it’s fucking tight. He can’t even move, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder. “M’ not gonna fit.”

Your weight is tossed back to Nam-gyu, your head tipping back, and he kisses your cheek again, breathes hot pants against your trembling skin. Thanos shifts inside of you, just enough to draw out urgent moans from all three of your throats. He’s so snug inside of you that it’s almost seamless, you can’t tell where he begins, where you end. That felt fucking good, whatever he had done. Your walls flutter around them, clenching, sucking them both in despite your qualms. Thanos resettles his grip, the weight redistributed. 

“Just-” His voice is strained, coming out in quick huffs. “Just do it.” Thanos ducks his head to find your eyeline, this pseudo, eager concern on his knit brows and pleading eyes. “You can take it, right?”

All you can do is nod, even though you’re still sure that this will kill you.

Nam-gyu jumps you just a bit, hoists you up just an inch or so higher so he could get a better grip on around your waist while his other arm snakes up your face so he could touch your face. Small tears are biting at your waterlines, you’re weightless and heavy all at once, on fire from the very core of your being, terrorizing you from the inside out. He kisses your cheek again before his palm finds your chin. 

“Don’t scream, don’t scream.” He covers your mouth, stifles all your frantic little noises, in preparation for what came next. 

In one single thrust, he bottoms out inside of you. You do scream- a high wail against his palm that still echoes off the stall walls even muffled. Fire spears you, you’re wrenching around them as if it’s going to help ease the flame. You go nowhere. You can do nothing except cry into his hand and accommodate them. There’s no other choice.

Buried to the very base of his cock, Nam-gyu’s groaning against the back of your head, a hiss dying on his lips every time you squirm and vice around them. Thanos mirrors him, grunting at the friction, the unbelievable feeling of being stuffed into something so warm and so soft. You’re so full- you’re too full, filled to the very brim, wall to wall, crevice to crevice. Stuffed so deeply you can feel them in your fucking throat. 

“It’s okay, you’re alright.” Frantic english meets you but you can barely register it. Nam-gyu’s hand leaves your lips, and the moment cool air meets your lips, you’re choking out sobs somewhere between erotic pleasure in its rawest form and the genuine pain of feeling as though you were being ripped in two. You’re struggling, tensing in all the wrong places. They’re heavy inside of you, both of their intrusive beings splitting you in half. Taking you, ruining you. All the while your walls are putting in the work, clamping down, rolling waves of squeezes that have them struggling to focus. A vice so wet and plush that it truly does seem like you were built for this- built to take them, painfully for not. 

Thanos is trying to keep you at bay, trying to pet down your face and ease those lines in your expression brought on agonizing, brutal pleasure. 

“Fucking- so fucking tight,” Nam-gyu, however, isn’t trying. Not at all. “Holy shit, baby, can’t even breathe-“

Since the very beginning he’s been desperate to have you on his cock, waiting for the moment he could sink into your heat long before you’d let them kiss and lick and bite you, corner you, feel your soft skin underneath all those dreadful clothes. Long before he followed Thanos into the women's room, and long before the games were even a thought at all. And now that he’s finally got you, he’s out of his mind with it. He’s ramrod straight and terribly hard, damn near pulsating inside of you, crushing you against his chest. The hand that was once stifling you is now gripping marks into the flesh of your under thigh- but you’re slipping, just barely. Just enough for him to have to jump his hips to have you properly held in his grip. It rips a cry from you, the burn clawing and tearing from within all over again. 

There’s not enough space. They’re killing you. 

“Take it easy, this is a lot.” Thanos’s brows are knit, he adjusts himself and slips in just a little further. Such a small action but it sends riveting electricity up and down your spine. It’s enough to draw yet another whimper from your sore lips, and he coo’s at you, at least tries to act like he isn’t getting off on your pathetic noises. 

Their lust dark, greedy beasts, drooling and starved with prey backed into a corner fit for the taking. 

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” Nam-gyu tries to sound like he’s apologetic but it falls flat in comparison. Mostly because you can feel him grinning, feel him tighten his grip. His breath is a quick ghost over the shell of your ear. “Taking it so well, though, fuck.”

“Oh god.” You’re crying again- not entirely out of pain. It’s overwhelming, they're all over you, their voices are swimming around the fishbowl of you skull and they sound so sweet but they’re devouring you whole and tearing you into bits. There’s another nudge inside of you that's making your stomach roll- you still can’t decide if this hurts too bad or it’s so fucking good that it’s almost blinding. The noise that leaves you certainly sounds pleased, however, and Nam-gyu groans in response, an instinctive carnal reply. 

“That’s it, that’s it. Feels good, right?” You can hear his smile in his words, your face is red hot with all the attention, and the tears, and the mind numbing rapture of it all. 

“We’ll take care of you baby, just-” Thanos hisses, struggling to get the words out. “Just say the word.”

You’ve got them teetering on the fine line of wanting and waiting, craving the slick and lushious feel of your walls writhing against their cocks, ready to take you and break you and fuck you. Thanos tries to be patient, or at least act like he’s patient, but you can see how he’s grappling with it. You’re stuck, held fast in the chains of their arms and strong hands, and he knows he could just take you like this and you couldn’t stop him. But he wants to wait, he wants to hear you sing, and he wants to hear you cry and cum for him, and forcing you wasn’t the road to that destination. 

Something urged you to wrap your arms around his neck and drag him down for a kiss he’s all too eager for, clashing teeth and pressing into your mouth so intensely he’s pushing your head back against his friend's shoulder with the force of it. And while you’re distracted, scrambling to keep up with the ferocity of him, Nam-gyu decides to take a gamble. He rocks his hips just enough for you to feel that tight, tight pressure against your cervix where he lays. Pleasure lights up within you like a spark that soars from the very depths of your cunt all the way to the behinds of your eyes, and you constrict around them. 

This longing, aching keen leaves you and plants itself against Thanos’s lips, he's quick to grasp your jaw in his fingers and swallow the sound like fine wine. You hadn’t expected it to feel this good already, this glorious thrum of heaven that makes you arch and press into the feeling for more. Your walls are clutching, dragging them in, your brain is choosing to ignore the burn in favor of the racing pleasure vibrating through your core. 

Thanos breaks away from your kiss to lick up your neck, and you finally get the chance to whimper, please.

The beasts close in on their prey, snarling and snapping, catching its little body between their teeth. 

Thanos, with his face buried in your neck and his hands shaking as they clutchy you, draws back just far enough to kiss your stretched slit with the tip of his swollen head before he’s driving himself back inside of you. Fuck, you could scream all over again at the spread, but instead all that escapes you is hoarse cries. Nam-gyu presses his forehead against the back of your hair and breathes you in, readies himself. You don’t even get the full length of a second to prepare before you’re ravaged. 

He moves quick- hard, with the hiss of fuck on his lips. He’s been waiting and waiting and waiting and you’re so soaked around his cock that it’s dripping onto his legs, how could he ever stop himself from gripping you in his mighty claws and fucking you like an animal. He’s drawing himself to the tip and forcing his way back inside at a speed you can’t keep up with, and he’s making all these guttural lewd grunts into your ear that make you even wetter, somehow, even slicker. You’re sucking them in and constricting around their lengths like you’re trying to keep them buried within the confines of your body forever. 

“Oh my god,” Thanos is chirping out mixtures of english and korean, all words lost on you, his eyes slipping shut as he takes his time properly fucking you. He’s slower than Nam-gyu for sure, but the way he rocks his hips against you is making you squirm, toes curling, fingers grabbing hard into his tracksuit for some sort of desperate need of release. His cock is mapping you out, becoming familiar with every ridge and valley of your softness, seeking out the entirety of you and the perfect curve of his dick is hitting spots that have you barking out yips of ecstasy.

Nan-gyu changes his angle and you can’t take it. There isn’t a slow thing about him. He fucks you like he’s been dying for it, like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, savage and wild, so fervent and profound that it’s making you see stars. He’s a little longer than Thanos- but only just a little, just enough for him to pound away at your cervix while you’re stuck folded and taut in his iron grip, damn near bouncing on his length. Wet squelches and the undeniable slap of skin on skin thicken the humidity between your bodies until it’s hard to breathe between the thickness and the rapid beat of pleasures sweeping through you in pulses. 

You’re crying out broken little sounds that either die in your throat or find their way lost in all the hazy noise and he’s echoing you, telling you dirty, dirty things in your flushed ears, how you’re so fucking tight, how perfect and wet you are for him. 

Someone- you can’t even figure out who anymore, finds your lonely clit under their fingers, rubbing quick and slick circles into the sensitive nub. Your thighs clamp down around Thanos’s waist but he’s too broad to offer any reprieve, your eyes slipping shut, head tossed back. It’s escapable- they’re inescapable, and their uneven tempos are making you see blank- a sheet of veneer white sparks you can feel with every pop. There’s no air left in your lungs, there’s so much pressure between your legs that you fear you may burst. 

There’s a certain moment when you’re right on the edge. This perfect moment when you’re right there and then you’re rolling through it in convulsing waves. All the stars align, the inferno stoking within you suddenly becomes this roaring wildfire swallowing you whole. You’re at that peak, focused on nothing but the endless stream of slurred words and the feeling of being stuffed to the very brim, no singular spot of your leaking pussy left abandoned. 

“You gonna’ cum?” Nam-gyu’s voice barely even registers with you when you first hear it. He’s still got you taking him in pistoning jerks of his hips, bullying himself into your poor, swollen sex. You don’t exactly try to nod, but the way you’re being pounded is making it all too easy to. Just a little more…

It’s not Nam-gyu pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit- no, his free hand is right back to grasping at your face, roughly flattening your hair back out of your face and keeping your expression on full display. Not quite pulling, but ensuring your head doesn’t leave its spot pressed against his shoulder. 

“That’s it, fuck, lemme’ see you cum.” You’re twisting in his grip, drooling and babbling please, please, please, and the fucker is laughing at you between carnal grunts. He’s hissing and groaning against your cheek like you’ve made him feral. 

“Come on, baby.” There’s another voice- Thanos’s, it’s reaching through the fog of lust and sultry cries, fishing you out of your own head and lulls you into a messy, heated kiss. You’ve gotten familiar with these lips now, familiar with the taste and the feel of his tongue slipping past your lips until you’re panting breathy cries against his taste buds. His fingers, you’ve realized, speed up their assault on your clit. 

Anything anyone says after that point is lost on you. 

If not for his lips on your own, you’d have outright screamed when you finally tipped over that edge. It’s everything, it’s everywhere. It’s in your eyes and your mouth, it’s in your toes and fingertips, it’s racing in colliding atoms up and down the length of your spine. 

The sheer shove and weight of their cocks pushing and grinding raw friction into you, impossibly deep, their grips holding you in place, you’re in a damn chokehold. Can see nothing, can hear nothing. Can only feel, and feel, and feel that pressure having snapped and unfurled into blooming pleasure that takes root within the very core of your being. 

You’re squeezing them, a torrent of slurry drenching and spilling around their shafts. Pulling, dragging, you’re clamping around them in pendulum pulses. It’s knocking the wind from their lungs, drawing out all the air in a slew of chest rumbling groans and teeth-whistling hisses. You’re delicious on it- blissed out and fucked and still being fucked with reckless abandon.

Nam-gyu bites and licks red into your neck, little specks turned into welts just above where your tracksuit collar reaches, the asshole. But he’s lucky- you’re so spent and raw and limp in their arms that you aren’t even registering it. That’s a problem for later, right now you’re too focused on how they’re both so damn heavy inside you, swollen intrusions that twitch for release everytime they drag along your plushy walls.

“Shit.” Thanos is gripping wounds into your thighs, hips stuttering, fighting his own release. You’re too warm, too perfect and tight around him, he doesn’t want this to end- not yet. Not when he’s got you just where he wants you. His head is falling on his shoulders, chest shaking with his stuttering breaths. “Slow down, slow down. Make it last.”

Nam-gyu listens. Kind of. For good measure he bucks up and slams himself as far as he’ll reach before he finally settles and breathes heavy pants against your collarbone. 

“Slow down, man, fuck.”

“Can't help it, feels so good.” Tongue lapping over your jaw, cruel laughter grazing your skin in huffs. “Look at you. You feel good, baby? Hm?”

You’re still reeling from your orgasm, still riding out the aftershocks. Some strangled whimper-like sound leaves you, he’s laughing at you again, finds everything you do something worth a reaction. He kisses the marks he’s littered on your throat. Shivering and trembling, you’re blitzing on the borderline of over and under stimulation while they’re suspended inside of you. There’s a sense within you, something filthy and needy, that’s so insatiable, unsatisfied until they’ve had their fill with you. Or, perhaps, until you’ve been properly filled with them. 

Thanos presses his forehead against yours. “See? I said we’d take care of you.”

“Feels- I’m-...” You’re breathing so hard it hurts. “I’m so full.”

Nam-gyu groans against your jaw. Your voice has this gravitational pull to him, like he leans on every word, or feels the primal need to meet you at the end of every noise you make. That same primal need also crosses him when you suddenly grind into him, feels the urge to find you halfway and kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick in a sharp buck. It rips a shrill sound from your throat, his tongue tasting the vibrations on your skin. Wet kisses dot your chin before they’re on the corner of your mouth, and then taking over your lips entirely. 

Nimble fingers pinch and knead your clit, sliding through your swollen folds before showering the sensitive nub with attention. Thanos doesn’t wait for any sort of confirmation from you, barely even waits to collect himself before it’s been entirely too long since he’s felt you moving against him. You run your fingers through his hair, feel him sigh against your collarbone, and then he’s dipping down to bite marks into your chest. It’s that same rhythm that drives you insane, nerves buzzing back to life following your earth-shattering orgasm.

Nam-gyu is still by choice for the first time since he’d entered you, something about the way your lips are moving against him keeping him locked in this trance. One of your hands finds it’s way from Thanos’s hair and into Nam-gyus, having to reach over your shoulder to clutch at the back of his black strands. It beckons him, draws him in deeper into the feeling. When he finally does start to move again, it’s different. Different pace, different angle, different sounds, even. Sensual and smooth, a slow drag inch by inch until he’s just buried by the tip, then rocking his hips until he’s pressing hard against your cervix all over again.

You’re trying to be still, trying to not heave out breathless sobs but Thanos is still rubbing you and it’s too much to take- Nam-gyu eats every sound funneled into his lips, tongue tangled with yours, unwilling to let you catch your breath. 

You don’t get even a second of reprieve, their rhythms mismatched but also perfectly timed, never a moment you aren’t full, wrecked with jolting twitches and shaking legs. At this point you’re just along for the ride, nothing but flesh and warmth and slick. A pound of meat  masticated and devoured between them.

Teeth find your left nipple, Thanos’s excited hum meeting your ears when you writhe in response. He speeds up, both his thrusts and his fingers, grunts against your breast and you start to feel it- that deep, deep simmer between your legs. A crescendo up, and up, and up within your belly that mounts alongside  the seconds. You’re so messy and wet that you’re feeling it run along the underside of your thighs, each movement accompanied by slapping skin and trilling moans. 

Up, and up. The pressure building until you’re arching your back and trying to squeal into Nam-gyu’s mouth that you’re right there, you’re gonna-

You seize up around them and wail. It rips through you, spears you like a lance, you aren’t sure how anything in this life could ever feel so good. How anything will ever feel this delicious again. 

Heaven is on earth, and it’s in your shaking hands and leaking pussy and shoved up inside you with their cocks. Surging pleasure washing through you and scrubbing you of everything else except the rut of their hips into yours. 

Nam-gyu cums first, manages to fuck you through you through your own, but no longer than that, growling into your mouth and biting your lips and your biting your jaw when he wrenches himself out of your cunt and paints the underside of your thigh with thick, pearly ropes of his cum. He’s shaking hard, and you’re sure you’re shaking harder, more akin to a leaf in a raging storm than a fellow human being. 

Thanos bites your shoulder. You’re absolutely covered in bites, in drool, in their sweet words lashing into your skin. He’s so close- you can feel him twitching inside of you, his cock pulsating before you feel the spread of his cum coating your walls. It’s thick, it’s red hot, and there’s so much of it that before he even pulls himself out of you it’s already dripping around him and onto the floor. Your head tips back, eyes half lidded, unfocused on the ceiling. 

You’re hollow. You're so empty that it's uncomfortable, carved out and built into their perfect mold. 

“Fucking dick. I pulled out.” Nam-gyu pants, irritated, but not on your behalf. No, irritated because he would have loved to see his own seed seep from your spent pussy and down your trembling thighs. 

When you’re set back down, you forget how to stand. Your knees buckle underneath you in an instant and you plummet, only stopped by Thanos’s arms suddenly hoisting you up from underneath your shoulders. He pulls you to him, your face rubbing drool into the chest of his tracksuit. The ‘O’ patch scratches your face but you can’t be damned to care. You’re too focused on wondering how the hell you’re supposed to walk at all after this- fucked out and completely drunk on sex. Useless and sore and swollen. 

You’re sticky, you’re sweaty, you’re fucking exhausted and barely managing to stay awake now that you’ve settled and the drugs are still in effect. Pretty soon now, when you’re able to stand upright without having someone supporting most of your weight, they’ll have to sneak back out of the room and saunter away to their beds. You’ll have to wash yourself off, again, and figure out how you’re going to get back to your little corner of the dormitory without limping. 

But for now, you just hum out a sound dripping in satisfaction. Your eyes are shutting, all the tensions and the nerves slipping away in the white noise. 

“I have to ask,” You slur. “How long have you guys been planning this.”

Thanos’s chest rumbles with his reply. “You don’t want to know.”

“You should have done it earlier. That was…” You start to laugh. It’s a drained, weary sound, but a laugh nonetheless. “Fuck. That was nice. I’ve wanted that.”

You can practically hear it when Nam-gyu shoots a wide-eyed glare at his friend. 

“I told you!”

[merakiui]

VIL’S BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎂 GIVE US VIL THOUGHT OR SUFFER!!!!

ANON, PLEASE....... _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ have mercy on me... spare me.........

AHEM. LOL as for Vil thoughts!!!!! I think we don't discuss cyberstalker Vil enough,,, the way he was obsessively checking the status of who was most beautiful and Neige's Magicam account during book five........ there's so much potential of Vil being Magicam friends/mutuals with you but never having met you irl, only ever doing online collabs. Whenever he has the time, he's checking your account to see if you've posted anything new, wanting to know what it is you're up to. I like to think he'd try to regulate this obsession so it doesn't become unhealthy (after all, too much screen time can be very bad!), but it becomes impossible the more he falls.

Or a Vil who turns you into a living doll after using various poisons to paralyze you. <3 it's a temporary effect, of course, but he has warned you that it you keep acting out of line and trying to escape he'll employ a more...permanent means of keeping you by his side. Vil takes great care in dressing you up every day, taking the time to apply your makeup and even going so far as to deliberate over which fragrance you should wear. You're not going out anywhere; this is solely for his eyes only, but Vil insists that looking your best, even in the comforts of your home, can be a marvelous feeling.

Or maybe something where Vil is offered a role to be a slasher/horror movie villain. At first he considers turning the role down because he doesn't want to continue to perpetuate an untrue image, and he doesn't like the idea of playing a villain who won't remain on stage until the end. But then he reads through the script and sees that the villain actually wins in the end. Sure, it's a bad ending for the protagonist, but for the villain this is the best possible ending... despite this, he's about to turn the role down when he catches wind that you'll be playing the lead role, the character who is held captive by the character Vil could play. And Vil has always wanted the opportunity to be able to touch and kiss you in more intimate ways without having to trouble himself with both of your reputations or, most importantly, the fact that he's not very close with you...

Beauty and the beast au, but Vil is the beast. >:D cursed to be a hideous beast and now he lives alone in a castle in the woods. The typical monsterfucking scenario. <3

Stepbrother Vil who is your first for everything. He won't allow his precious stepsibling to settle for a subpar partner. That's why you'll practice with someone you can trust, someone responsible, someone like your brother Vil.

[cool-fancier]

Backstage Whispers and Online Speculation

Synopsis: Backstage at your world tour concert, Bada offered you comfort as you waited for your stage cue. A behind-the-scenes video captured your intimate moment, sparking fan speculation about Bada's identity. You and Bada enjoyed the mystery as you prepared for your performance.

The vibrant energy of a concert venue was buzzing around you as you sat backstage, waiting for your cue to take the stage. The enthusiasm was obvious as it was an important night in your world tour.

Bada was sitting next to you, offering comfort in the midst of the nerves from the show. She was perfectly aware of what to say and do to ease your anxiety. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and gave you a soft squeeze while smiling reassuringly.

"You've got this, Darling," said Bada. The crowd out there is going to love you."

Leaning into her warm hug, you felt the need to let your guard down a little. Her signature fragrance, a blend of her favourite perfume, engulfed you as you felt her breath on your neck. It was a scent that felt like home.

One of your staff members recorded a little behind-the-scenes video for your YouTube channel while the backstage workers worked quickly to finish getting everything ready for your big arrival. Your sudden moment with Bada was caught on camera, however it was a little blurred because of how quickly it was done.

@Y/N_Addicts: "Who's that beside Y/N?"

@_Fanatic_Y/N: Is that a secret guest?!🤔

@Wife-of-Y/N: I can't see clearly, but they look close!

@Y/N_Heartbeat: Maybe it's Y/N's new duet partner?☺️

@Y/N-damn: This is killing me! I need answers!🙃🫣

You chuckled, your voice warm and affectionate as you chatted with Bada off-camera. The lighthearted conversation was an indication to your closeness.

Bada said, "Darling, let them guess.  It's a lot of fun to see them try and figure out."

You nodded in agreement, enjoying this intimate moment before stepping into the the spotlight.  With her arm around you, Bada provided a comforting hold in the middle  of the online storm.

Once the video was uploaded to your YouTube account, fans couldn't help but try to identify the "mystery person" in the clip. Some eagle-eyed fans pointed out the cap Bada was wearing, fueling speculation that it might indeed be her.

@Bada_Lovers: "That cap looks like Bada's!"😆😮

@BadaAndY/N_Lovers: "Is it Bada? It has to be!"😉

@BadaY/n_Forever: "Y/N and Bada are so close, I bet it's her!"🤭

@BadaAdmirers:Guys relax,it could be them but everyone knows they are very good friends.😑

Fans searched through every frame looking for hints, turning the comments area into a war zone of speculations and hypotheses.  You and Bada, nevertheless, took enjoyment in the mystery you unintentionally created amidst the chaos.

The rumours in the comments section intensified as the performance started and you dazzled the audience. They had no idea that Bada, your confidante and love, was there to support you no matter what as you performed on stage.

@Bada_HypeSquad: "I can't believe it might be Bada!"🥹🥹

@Y/NBada_Supporters: "If it is, they're so cute together!"🙌

Even though they were uncertain about the mystery alongside you, your supporters couldn't help but wish for your happiness despite all the commotion and discussions.

[museenkuss]

i wanted to know how to get into perfumes, and more specifically (at least to begin with) how to distinguish notes, so that i can know what kind of scents i like

im embarrassed to go to high end stores and try perfumes without buying tho, and at the average commercial perfume store the place smells so strongly itself that i can't really appreciate the smell of the perfume. also a lot of the products they have are very sweet, which i don't like

anyway, any tips?

Hi Love!! Thank you for your patience 🌹

I'm so happy you're interested in getting into perfume, it's such a fun hobby! But I also know what you mean, it can feel a little overwhelming at first. In this, I tried my best to focus on the two parts [1] How to get started with distinguishing notes (& figure out what you like) and [2] How to test perfumes in store. These are tips based on what I did (and do), so there are no doubt other (maybe better?) ways, but this was my starting point ✨

[1] How to get started with distinguishing notes (& figure out what you like)

First, knowing the basics will make this journey a lot easier. A scent usually has top, heart and base notes that develop while wearing, scents are traditionally grouped into scent groups (fresh, fruity, woody, etc). [I’m keeping this super short here bc this is already rather long, but I can give a more detailed explanation/introduction if you’d like! ♥️]

Before you go into the store, where the selection and atmosphere might be overwhelming, I suggest doing some research at home. That way, you can go into the store with an idea of what you want to try. The tools that I can really recommend are fragrance database websites. My go tos are fragrantica and parfumo. On those websites, you can look up any perfume and you will find a breakdown of their notes. There are also categories that users vote on, such as season this fragrance is best worn in, gender or occasion it’s suited for, price, performance etc. You can also search by notes. Now what I did when I first got into fragrances:

If you already have a few scents you like, you can check those scents on a database and see what scent profiles they have. I didn’t do this by note, but by “main accords” — as in, what overall impression this scent gives (sweet, fresh, white flowers, woody, animalic, musky, powdery…). So I listed all perfumes I could think of that I liked (having smelled them before, gifts etc) and went through them one by one. I.e. Dior Addict is described as sweet, white flowers, etc, and the notes are jasmine, orange blossom, vanilla, etc. I listed the descriptions, then went to the next, checked if the descriptive adjectives were on my list, added another mark for those or added the new descriptions. It was a lengthy but fun process and in the end, I had a list that showed me that I liked fragrances that were in the white flowers category (for example). As you can see, I didn’t go into the notes themselves (orange blossom, jasmine, vanilla), BUT you could do that, too, for a more detailed understanding of what notes you already enjoy smelling. This process will give you an idea of what you already like, and then you can already get a vague idea whether a scent you’ve heard of or seen online might be something you enjoy, without even having smelled it.

Additionally, once you know this, you can pay attention to those notes in scents. As in, you now know you like scents that have mango (for example). Smelling the scents you own, you might now be able to detect that yes, they all have a mango note in common (or maybe you don’t know what orange blossoms smell like, but now you notice they all have something in common — that might very well be orange blossom!). This is a possible first step to “training” your nose. Perfumers (and hardcore enthusiasts) have scent libraries (boxes with little bottles, expensive) that have the pure scents, as in, pure musk, orange blossom, sandalwood, etc. I haven’t looked into getting one of these libraries (yet?), which of course would give you an exact answer as to what each note smells like. My amateur approach was basically rooted in trying to understand what I liked based on fragrances alone. It worked for me, however: I had a fragrance that I was completely in love with, for example, but I couldn’t have told you what it smelled like apart from “pure heaven”. I smelled it again years later and could detect that it has jasmine and orange blossoms, two notes I love. In this process, it also helps to now and then try scents that pride themselves as smelling like specific things. The names usually give it away: Jasmine et Cigarette, Tubereuse Noire, Bare Vanilla, etc.

If you don’t have scents you already know you like, I would suggest finding lists of scents that are grouped together. You could either check the “mango” note on fragrantica (to continue w this example), or you could look up “mango perfumes” on Pinterest, where you will find collages, lists etc as well. (Just be careful when it comes to subjective lists like “sexiest scents” — that can be inspirational, of course, but those aren’t notes or scent families). That way, you have a few scents in mind with a note (or scent accord) you’re interested in, and you’re ready for testing! (Both to see whether you like the scents, and to see whether you can pick out the notes you’re interested in)

This process is meant to help you find which notes you like, and maybe how to detect a first handful of notes in a scent. You also might have a list of scents you want to try, now.

[2.1]Trying scents in store — a few general tips

I know perfume stores especially can feel intimidating. But I promise, most shop assistants are genuinely nice. And with perfume especially you have to keep in mind that testing and re-testing is expected. Most people don't buy a perfume at first sniff (or shouldn't, at least). Going to a store to test fragrances is like going to a store to try on clothes. It's part of the process, you have every right to do that. So don't feel bad for wandering into a store to sniff two fragrances and then leave.

If the store is busy, you will most likely be left alone. If someone flutters by and asks if they can help you, you can usually fall back on “Not at the moments, thank you” (<- maybe you might want to strike up a conversation later? “Actually, I’m looking for a perfume that smells like clean laundry—“) and, ALWAYS: you’re looking for a gift for someone else. That way, they won’t be tempted to try and convince YOU the scent is perfect, because they don’t know the person it’s for (this works with anything btw, jewellery, bags…).

If the store is too boujee and the people working there are genuinely rude — fuck them. Not worth your time. You have every right to enjoy fragrances, they are not an authority on who gets to enjoy what based on the fact that they work in a store. Hello?! The nerve of some people. Don't let that get you down, it's them, not you.

If you’re uncomfortable going alone, you will most likely be left alone if you have a friend with you — and it might make you feel more comfortable.

[2.2]How to try a fragrance

Locate the tester strips, select one, and spray it once or twice. Shake the strip like you would flap a fan so the scent can settle (and you don’t get your nose wet when sniffing the paper). You can either sniff the strip of fan the tester in front of your nose so the scent wafts over. If there are no tester strips available or you’re in a hurry, you can also try sniffing the bottle cap (if available) — the scent has settled there and you’ll immediately get the full scent profile without waiting for it to settle and develop.

You want to try something but the store is overwhelmed with scent? Spray a tester strip and take it outside. You can spray multiple, too, and mark them (I usually rip off the end of one, fold the other, keep one as it was) — just be careful that you’re not folding them all up together in your pocket while they’re still wet, the scents might mingle too much.

Your nose will get overwhelmed if you try too many scents, even with the coffee beans they keep around, so really, you could walk in, locate three scents you’ve been meaning to try (or maybe you see a bottle that looks funky and you'd like to smell that one, too), and leave the store within 10 minutes. You don't have to spend ages in the store, is what I'm trying to say.

Outside, you can take a whiff from the papers.

[2.2]A last little add-on: Buying a fragrance

Always test a fragrance on skin before buying. It smells different than on paper. Also I advise you to always test a scent multiple times, on different days. A good salesperson will actually advise you to do that, too. “Walk around, come back later or another day” <- if they don’t suggest that, you can say it yourself. “Thank you for your help, I’ll see how it develops on skin :)”

This got very long and it still feels like there is so much left to say. I really hope it helped at least a little and somewhat answered your questions!! Please let me know if there is anything else, I'd love to help!! And I've been thinking - maybe a guide would be really helpful. The differences between fragrantica and parfumo for example, or what scent families there are, stuff like that was besides the point here but still important. I'm rambling, but this was over 1k of words and I was unsure whether it was enough haha 🌹 Either way, again: I hope it helped!!! Kiss kiss!!!!!!

[lalunameli]

Melly's MasterList of Translations:

And other miscellanea...

HIATUS June 1, 2024:  Unfortunately my health has gotten worse in recent months, so I am forced to take a break from most of my online activities, and will stop any translations while I recuperate.  I don't know if I will revisit anything in the future, but for now, the focus will be on my health and getting better.  

Thanks for your understanding.

-Melly

Tiger & Bunny:

Mostly Yuri Petrov/Lunatic related

Season 1

Yuri Petrov/Lunatic Article from Hero Gossips

Excerpts from Hero TV Fan Volume 2

TN: May add more translations from this publication later

Hero TV Newspaper Extra Pg 18: Lunatic/Yuri Petrov

Cast Comments from Yusa Kōji from an unknown magazine about Tiger & Bunny: The Beginning

Late Night Tea With Yuri-Sensei: 5th Cup By: Ogawa Kuro

Late Night Tea With Yuri-Sensei: 4th Cup By: Ogawa Kuro

Yuri Petrov's Profile from The Rising - King of Works Super Fanbook

Lunatic - Heroes Column Card

Golden Ryan - Excerpts of Heroes Column Card and short lesson on Japanese polite speech forms

Yuri Petrov's Daily Schedule: The Rising - King of Works Super Fanbook

The Beginning Novelization: Yuri/Luna's post credit scene

Translation of Barnaby's Medical Assessment Performed by Dr. Chinatsu Matsui (From the November 2011 Issue of Animage)

Media

TaiBani Music, Audio Dramas and Events

Lunatic/Yuri-centric content from The Sound of Tiger & Bunny pamphlet.

Small blurb on Special CD #6: Yuri Petrov's Melancholic Daily Life

TN: Changed title to match the title used in the previously translated audio drama; however, 憂鬱 (yuuutsu) can also be translated as "depression", "gloomy", and "melancholy", so both titles work. "Yuri Petrov's Gloomy Daily Life" also sounds pretty good.

Translation of Yuri's Character Song: Thanatos no Koe wo Kike and small article about it

Excerpts from TB2 OST Liner Notes

AFFT Talkshow Event October 13, 2017 (Mainly Yuri information)

Information about TaiBani and New Otani Hotel Collab 2024

Explaination About Yuri and the Karuizawa Cabbage Seller Theory

Taibani Videogames

Translation of Yuri-centric info from this PASH article on Hero's Day for PSP

More Hero's Day Info on Yuri's Route

Hero's Day Screenshots and other info from Yuri's Route.

TN: May add translation of Yusa Kōji interview later

Translation of Yuri's (main) Route from Hero's Day for PSP

Part 1 and Part 2

Hero's Day: Yuri's April Fools Day Message and Small Interview with Yusa Kōji from B's Log

Misc Translations

Translation of blurb on Barnaby and Kotetsu's Eau de Toilette Fragrances

Masakazu Katsura's Tribute to Toriyama Akira-sensei and Masakazu Morita's words (Translation by: Todd Blankenship on Twitter/X)

Translation of Lunatic Sound Drops

Happy 13th Year Anniversary TaiBani

Season 2

Ueda Hiroshi's TaiBani2 Sequel Idea (Tweet)

S2 Cour1 Ep 8: 顔色悪い (Kao iro warui)

Translation of Yuri and Lunatic centric parts of this interview with Kase Atsuko in Newtype, February 2023

Translation of Yuri and Lunatic centric parts of this interview with Kase Atsuko in Animedia, February 2023

Translation of Excerpts from MASAKAZU KATSURA x TIGER & BUNNY 2 Design Works

Yuri Petrov and Lunatic blurbs from the Tiger & Bunny 2 Museum

Translation of Yuri-centric parts from the staff interview in TaiBani2 Exclusive Interviews Vol. 7

Commentary

The Murder Dungeon

Commentary on Lunatic's Hidden Room (aka the "Murder Dungeon™️") including official designs

Murder Dungeon Location Found? From The Beginning Novel Vol.2

Proto Cape Discovered in Murder Dungeon - S2 Episode 20

Commentary on Tartarus from S2 Watch Party Eps 20 and 24, as well as other inclusions of Greek Mythology

Yuri Petrov/Lunatic Guide (Jp, last updated Jan 2024)

Mystery Solved(?) How Yuri Stores His Hair in the Luna Mask

The Karuizawa Cabbage Theory

Pale Silly Man Leaves Phone Messages: The Rising Super Prelude

A Japanese Language Faux Pas

My YuriPe/TaiBani Merch:

Last items in storage shipped over

Partial Bday Haul

Found and Fixed Luna-Sensei's Missing Bowgun

Some Doujinshi Anthologies and Goodies

More TaiBani Goodies From My Friend

Another YuriPe Haul🥰

P3 Chara Fineboard and Lunatic TB Styling 2 Figure

Luna/Yuri Care Package From My Friend

Suruga-ya Haul and Others

Mercari Haul

Mercari Lot: Summer Resort Heroes and Other Acrylic Stands

TB1 Sakakibara Manga and Artbook and Lunatic Rascal Acrylic Mascots

Misc (TaiBani):

My YuriPe Tattoos: here and here

Drabble: Yuri on Cabbages

Privatter: The Cabbage Connection

Picrew Fun with YuriPe: Here, Here, and Here

Saint Seiya:

Deadend Game CV: Kawada Shinji (Thanatos' Character Song - Lost Canvas)

Tsunakan's Gag Comics (Scanlations done by House of Libra with their own translations) Here and Here

Saint Seiya Omega: Translation of Cancer Schiller's moves

Meiou Iden Dark Wing Chapter 33

[cookingwithsolomon]

All is (Not) Calm, All is Bright

Hello @cinnamon-bunni! I was your Secret Santa for the Obey Me! Holiday Exchange 2024. I had a lot of fun writing the dynamic for the older brothers, and I hope you enjoy! Happy Holidays! ❄️💜

I will also include the Ao3 link below!

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Lucifer is going to strangle his brothers. 

In this case specifically, he is going to strangle both Mammon and Leviathan for waiting until the last possible moment to tell him they still need to do their Christmas shopping for their younger brothers. 

Lucifer sits in his study, head in his hands as Mammon and Leviathan both trip over their explanations (and try to blame each other for waiting until the weekend before Christmas to do any of their shopping). 

“Enough.” he snaps, stopping them before any violence starts. He settles his gaze first on Leviathan, who gulps. 

“Leviathan, you’re usually more on top of your shopping,” he comments, knowing the third born was more inclined to shop online than brave the chaos of holiday shopping. 

“I-I had a lot going on this year!” the Avatar of Envy exclaims. “Between group comebacks and fan events and conventions, my schedule has been packed! I’ve barely even had time to game.” he pouts. 

Lucifer’s eye twitches as he holds up his hand, leveling Leviathan with a silencing look before turning his attention to the second born, who has been suspiciously quiet thus far. 

“And you?” Lucifer asks, already dreading the answer. 

Mammon shuffles his feet while Leviathan glares at him, clearly already privy to whatever has held back the Avatar of Greed from doing his share of holiday shopping. Lucifer finds this exceedingly suspicious, considering how much Mammon loves to spend his (and sometimes others, i.e. Leviathan’s,) money. 

“I, uh, just haven’t had tha chance.” Mammon says, avoiding Lucifer’s death stare. 

Lucifer buries the urge to scream and stands. 

“Then we will go now.” he says, striding over to the door and throwing it open. Mammon and Leviathan look at each other nervously before following their eldest brother out of his study and then out of the house, wondering what was in store for them. 

Leviathan gulps and takes in his surroundings, shrinking in on himself as he watches hoards of demons milling around the mall. Obviously he and Mammon were not the only ones who had put off their holiday shopping (but you didn’t see any angry elder brothers herding them around). 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mammon already taking inventory of his favorite stores, Lucifer watching him closely with his arms crossed. Levi swallows a snicker, knowing that if Lucifer lets Mammon free, no presents would be bought for their younger siblings. 

“Let’s stay together,” the Avatar of Pride suggests (orders). Leviathan doesn’t dare argue, resigning himself to an afternoon of torture (although getting to see Mammon tortured too brings back a little of his joy) and he begins mentally running through the list of gift ideas for his younger brothers and what stores they’ll need to visit in order to get everything done in one trip.

As the brothers begin their trek through the mall, Leviathan keeps his distance, watching as Lucifer and Mammon bicker in front of him. He can only pick up bits and pieces of what they’re saying, but he picks up something about a spending limit and how Mammon feels it “wasn’t part of the Christmas spirit!” and he laughs under his breath at Mammon’s antics, glad to not be a part of them for once. 

They make their first stop at a beauty store, each demon purchasing an item off Asmodeus’ (very long) Christmas list. Leviathan decides on a perfume he thinks would fit the Avatar of Lust; one that begins with hints of citrus and then settles into a more floral fragrance (he’s done a lot of research, okay?). He also helps Mammon and Lucifer with their gifts (those normies) to save them from Asmodeous’ wrath should they only purchase him gift cards (they’ve all made that mistake once; never again). 

Feeling proud of his accomplishment, Leviathan leads the trio to their next stop; a bookstore. Among all the brothers, Satan loves books the most, and has such an extensive list of wants that Leviathan simply settles for a gift card, knowing that it would suit the Avatar of Wrath better than choosing the wrong edition of whatever book was on his list (they had all learned from that mistake, too).  

Leviathan also purchases a book about the history of poisons and potions for Belphegor, who has a penchant for such subjects. He shudders to think what the Avatar of Sloth will do with such a book, and vows to stay on his good side for the foreseeable future. 

After making his purchases, Leviathan gazes around the shop, spotting Lucifer perusing the small collection of vinyl's that were offered, and Mammon absorbed in the latest edition of Devil Style. Not wanting to interrupt, he takes the chance to take a break and orders a Bufo Egg Milk Tea from the connected cafe and settles at a table to wait.

Mammon snorts at the article he’s currently scanning in Devil Style about the best ways to earn extra money quick. He’s tried them all and not one has worked! All he’s ever gotten for his hard work is being strung from the ceiling by Lucifer. He scoffs, throwing the magazine back on this display and looking around for his brothers. 

He sees Leviathan sitting in the cafe, drinking his weird milk tea concoction and scrolling through his phone, and Lucifer in the corner pouring over a vinyl Mammon knows he’s been eyeing for a while. 

He smirks, knowing the timing is right to sneak away to finish some of his own shopping before the other two notice. He’s been working hard this holiday season to save up, and the Great Mammon has things to buy!

After successfully escaping (walking out) of the bookstore, Mammon swaggers towards the clothing store he’s been eyeing since they first walked in, fully intending to pick up a coat he’s been wanting since last season. But as he walks through the door, a pair of red leather gloves catches his eyes and he pauses. He’s noticed over the last few weeks that Lucifer’s were starting to fray from overuse, and he knew the Avatar of Pride wouldn’t replace them until after the holiday season, or maybe even after. How Lucifer allowed his things to fray at all baffled Mammon. He swiped up the gloves and continued his path towards the coat rack where his prize awaited. 

Feet away from the rack, a flash of orange catches Mammon’s attention. He startles, and thinking it was Leviathan tracking him down, he throws himself behind a mannequin. Demons around him gave him strange looks as he comes to his senses and realizes it’s just a beanie (and one that Leviathan would definitely wear). Flushing from embarrassment, he snatches the hat from its display and pushes forward. 

Finally reaching the rack holding the coat, Mammon silently rejoices, sifting through the options to find his size. After checking twice and not finding his size, he begins to panic. He races to the front counter, surprising the demon working the counter. 

“H-hello, how may I assist you today?” they ask, clearly taken aback by Mammon’s frantic behavior. Mammon points behind him to the coat rack.

“Do ya have that coat in X size?” he demands, staring at the other demon as they turn to check their computer system.

“Ah, I’m so sorry, but it looks like we just sold out of that size.” they apologize. Mammon curses and falls to his knees. All that hard work and once again his plans were foiled! He gathers himself and stands, placing his other items on the counter.

“Just these, then.” he says gruffly, pulling out his card. At least his brothers would get what they needed.

Lucifer and Leviathan watch Mammon from outside the store, Lucifer holding a discreet bag containing the very coat Mammon had just been trying to purchase. Lucifer had noticed Mammon eyeing it throughout the year, both in store and online, and wanted to surprise the Avatar of Greed with it. Lucifer chuckles.

“He didn’t even realize I was in there with him,” he muses. Leviathan cackles beside him, rattling off about Mammon being a ‘normie’ and how ‘cringe’ he looked on the floor. Lucifer stays silent, watching Mammon purchase his other items, knowing exactly who they’re for. 

A soft smile adorns his lips; no matter how chaotic his brothers were, at the end of the day they always had the best intentions for each other. 

Keeping his face blank, Lucifer nods to Mammon as he exits the store with his bags. Mammon looks at him suspiciously, but Lucifer gives nothing away as they continue their shopping. 

After visiting a candy store to purchase gifts for Beelzebub (his weight in snacks between the three of them), the brothers decide to call it a day. 

“I’m exhausted,” Leviathan complains, slumped over the table of the restaurant they decided to eat at before heading home. Lucifer sniffs.

“I suppose you won’t wait until the last moment next year then, will you?” he says. Leviathan gives him a nasty look, but Mammon beams.

“I dunno! This was kinda fun.” Mammon says, diving into the plate that was just set before him. Lucifer and Leviathan share a bewildered look before agreeing. Maybe this was something they should do every year; they were able to bounce ideas off each other and cover more stores without getting sidetracked by their own desires.

After devouring their dinner, they finally head home, avoiding their younger brothers as they bring in their purchases, bidding each other goodnight. 

All things considered, Lucifer thought it had gone quite well.

And seeing all of his brother’s faces as they opened their gifts on Christmas morning? That made it all worth it. 

[uniqperfume]

Uniq Perfume: Discover Your Unique Fragrance

Are you tired of generic perfumes that don’t truly reflect your individuality? Uniq Perfume offers a revolutionary approach to fragrance, allowing you to create a scent as unique as you are.

Why Choose Uniq?

Customization: Design your own fragrance by selecting from a vast array of exquisite notes and accords.

Luxury: Experience the epitome of luxury with our premium ingredients and elegant packaging.

Expert Guidance: Our fragrance experts are here to assist you in creating your perfect scent.

Personalized Service: Enjoy a bespoke fragrance experience tailored to your preferences.

Frequently Asked Questions

How does the customization process work?

At Uniq Perfume, we’ve simplified the customization process to make it a delightful experience. Here’s a brief overview:

Explore Our Fragrance Library: Browse through our extensive library of fragrance notes, from floral and fruity to woody and oriental.

Consult with Our Experts: Our fragrance experts are ready to assist you in selecting the perfect notes to match your unique preferences. You can discuss your desired scent profile, occasions, or emotions you want to evoke.

Create Your Personalized Fragrance: Based on your choices and expert advice, we’ll create a unique fragrance profile just for you.

Receive Your Personalized Perfume: Your custom-made perfume will be meticulously crafted and delivered to your doorstep.

2. What kind of fragrances can I create?

The possibilities are endless! You can create a wide range of fragrances, including:

Floral: Delicate and romantic, with notes of rose, jasmine, and lily of the valley.

Fruity: Vibrant and refreshing, with notes of citrus, berry, and tropical fruits.

Woody: Warm and earthy, with notes of cedarwood, sandalwood, and patchouli.

Oriental: Rich and opulent, with notes of amber, vanilla, and spices.

Fresh: Clean and invigorating, with notes of green tea, cucumber, and mint.

3. Is Uniq Perfume affordable?

Yes, Uniq Perfume offers affordable luxury. We believe that everyone deserves to experience the joy of personalized fragrance, and our pricing reflects that commitment. Our customization process is designed to be cost-effective, without compromising on quality or uniqueness.

4. How long does the customization process take?

The customization process typically takes around some minutes. Once you’ve finalized your fragrance profile, our expert perfumers will work diligently to create your unique scent. We strive to deliver your personalized perfume as quickly as possible, while ensuring the highest standards of quality and craftsmanship.

Ready to Discover Your Unique Scent?

Visit our website to embark on a fragrance journey like no other.

[rabbitcruiser]

Candle Day

Candles offer more than just light — fill your home with sweet scents and transform any space into a warm oasis.

For those who absolutely love the joy of lighting candles to provide warm, soft light as well as a delightful fragrance to their homes, especially in winter time, Candle Day is a beautiful way to usher in the cooler season.

History of Candle Day

Typically celebrated on the first Saturday of December, Candle Day was founded by the American retail company, Bath & Body Works. Originally owned by the Limited Brands, which also owns brands such as Victoria’s Secret and Abercrombie & Fitch, the first store in the Bath & Body Works chain was opened in Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1990.

Selling products for the body, as the name implies, the company grew rapidly and now runs more than 2000 stores all over the world, 1600 of which are in the United States.

Bath & Body Works is a brand that is particularly beloved for its amazing scents that have a wide range of popularity, from fruity scents to flowers and also offering a line for men. Some of the most popular scents have been Sweet Pea, Japanese Cherry Blossom, Cucumber Melon and Country Apple.

Within these popular scent lines, as well as many others, are many products such as body lotions, fragrances, room sprays and, of course, candles. And for many people, Candle Day is one of the best times of the year to celebrate at Bath & Body Works because that’s when they hold some of their best sales.

Because the season for Christmas and other winter holidays often includes gift-giving, and because candles make incredible gifts, Candle Day was started in 2013. Plus, it’s a great time to simply stock up on candles for the cold, winter months.

So get ready for the fun and celebration of Candle Day!

How to Celebrate Candle Day

Candle Day offers a variety of options for just about any personality, whether looking for some time to spend at home or getting out and taking advantage of various sales. Consider celebrating with some of these ideas:

Light a Candle

Candles can bring so much comfort and warmth to a room, especially if they also envelop the room with a cozy and delicious scent. Fragrances such as Champagne Toast, Cinnamon Apple, or Strawberry Pound Cake are a lovely way to enjoy the day.

Buy a Candle (or Several!)

Head to the local Bath & Body Works to get access to their Candle Day sales and discounts, or look them up online and have the products delivered directly. This annual event typically provides customers with the opportunity to get the brand’s most famous 3-wick candles at a deeply discounted price. Other brands, such as Yankee Candle, may also be offering special prices in honor of Candle Day.

Give a Candle for Candle Day

What a great time to delight and surprise someone with a little present in honor of Candle Day! Find out which scents are a friend’s favorite and get them a large winter-themed pillar candle in honor of the season. Or leave a small votive on the desk of a coworker as a little bit of encouragement.

Source

[shaadiwish]

Grooms-To-Be, Bookmark These Best Perfumes For Wedding Day And Smell Luxurious. Stay Tuned To ShaadiWish For Latest Trends And Ideas.

[glamgirlkayla]

How to Be a Girly Girl: 7 Tips of How to Be More Girly

So, how to be awesome? Well, opinions are divided. There are some that think being feminine is old-fashioned, while others see it as an advantage. Honestly, it’s all about your personal preference. If you are drawn to girly things like dresses and makeup and flowery accessories, then embrace it. If you’re more laid back and like to dress like a tomboy, then go for it. Don’t force yourself to change for anyone else. Accept yourself the way you are.

However, if you are willing to break outside of your comfort zone and embrace change, we can offer you some advice on how to be more of a girly girl. However, you don’t need to be a delicate feminine flower to be happy. You have the power within you. You simply need to be willing to embrace it.

How to Be a Girly Girl: Key Tips

If you wonder how to be happy, it starts with loving yourself. Yes, love yourself the way you are. And never, ever change yourself for anyone else. Always remain true to your heart.

And being feminine doesn’t mean you have to wear frilly dresses, sport a strand of pearls, sit at home baking and knitting all day and wear high heels 24/7. You can find jeans, skirts, slacks and blouses that are feminine, as well. And cute flats and platform shoes can be just as cute as heels. Not everyone can walk around all day in 6-inch stilettos. So, take this article with a grain of salt and pick what works best for you. It’s also all in the way you carry yourself and in your mindset, as well. Hopefully, some of our tips on how to be a girly girl can get you started!

Keep Up with Current Fashion

You don’t have to wear designer clothes or attend Fashion Week, but it can’t hurt to keep up with current trends. Check out fashion magazines and fashion bloggers online to stay informed about the latest trends. You don’t have to spend a lot of money either. You can always pick clothes on sale. It can’t hurt to add a pretty dress or skirt to update your wardrobe. You don’t need to dress like a runway model, but it would be nice to up your game and dress a bit more feminine.

ACCESSORIZE

Girly girls love their accessories. A cute pair of heels, a hat, a purse, some lovely earrings, a bracelet or necklace. A fun feminine accessory can really spice up an outfit and will make you feel more feminine. Treat yourself to that nice purse that you’ve been eyeing for weeks. Throw on some hoop earrings and pull those kitten heels out of your closet. A little bit can go a long way when it comes to accessories!

Experiment with Makeup & Hairstyles

One of the best things about being a woman is the ability to experiment with different hairstyles and makeup. There is a huge variety out there today, from funky colors to daring haircuts to fancy makeup styles. There are plenty of tutorial videos available online for both hair and makeup ideas, so go to town and have a blast playing around with different looks. Embrace the playful young girl inside you and try that bold new look!

Don’t Forget the Fragrance

Traditionally, there are fragrances that are considered masculine or feminine. Specifically, musky scents are more masculine, while floral and fruity scents are more feminine. Stay away from heavy musky scents and become a girly girl. And don’t wear anything that’s too overpowering. Spritz just a little behind your ears or on your wrists.

THINK LIKE A GIRL

If you really have trouble getting into the right mindset, read some “chick lit,” or watch some “chick flick.” Read some magazines that are issued for women. Also, don’t be afraid to express your emotions. That is, don’t be overly sappy, but don’t be cold either. Girly ladies are a bit more open with their feelings. Smile and laugh more and bat your eyelashes sometimes. Toss your hair over your shoulder and cock your head to one side. A little innocent flirting can go a long way! If you act the part, it will soon be your second nature!

BE CONFIDENT

Be confident, but not cocky. Girly ladies are also easy going. Have some faith in yourself and carry yourself with some attitude. Embrace the girly lady inside you and let her shine through.

REMEMBER YOUR MANNERS

Always be polite and courteous. Say please and thank you and make eye contact. Let a man hold open a door for you or hold your bags. Just because you are a strong independent woman doesn’t mean chivalry is dead!

[crazy-hazy-sims]

I tried to look online for a dupe for a discontinued perfume i loved but now im 2 hours deep into reading people's reviews on fragrantica

its insane how obsessed people over there are with what gender the perfume is/ is for dhskahd

god forbid someone calls a fragrance femmnine when it actually (allegedly) leans masculine you will get dog piled on by 50 people who speak very fancy and call you an idiot in 50 diffrent perfume discriptions and whats even better is that there is no reply or tagging feature on the website so the original commenter has no idea this is happening and all the people calling them out have Wandered in on thier own accord and do not care if the op sees thier 5 page call out its fascinating. They hate just to hate and its sofunny to read

[eyeliner-and-c1garettes]

Victoria’s Secret Bombshell is my fragrance for the summer with the sole reason being its mosquito proof and those little shits hate the smell!