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igbylicious · 5 months ago

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it’s a tradition i treasure DEEPLY asdkjasdkdjdasjkdas!!!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

The sweater metaphor 🥺 it’s so good. weaters are warm and comforting.

aw i’m glad hehe i really wanted those cosy vibes for them!! (〃▽〃 )

God. it’s difficult to see others living your dream u_u pfff <3

sometimes living vicariously through fanfic is a joy, sometimes it’s a cruelty! ( ╯□╰ )

“so little” yeah sooo little, like having a loving, mutually beneficial relationship with two adonis-like men who are fun, kinky, and genuinely care about you. Barely anything at all 💅

well when you put it like that… they do bring just a lil smth to the table i guess uwu

uh oh simp alert!! (<- said as if i have not spent the last 6 months screaming into the void about ateez)

pffff hahaha at least San balances it all out by being just as bad of a simp right back! (╹◡╹✿)

i may be in love with him. you cant prove anything though.

sus 👀

i kinda really wanna see this, at the very least to satiate my desire to see Wooyoung beg, sob, whimper, and lose his actual mind

‘begging, sobbing, whimpering and losing his actual mind’, you say? noted ____〆(ⓛωⓛ)

hnjdfhjh Woo coming without any more help ;;;; i wanna pet him and tell him he did so good ;;;;;;;;;;;;;

saaaaaame ;;;;;;; San was stronger than i could ever be for reigning back his reaction asdsjkadsjkdsajk

Oh shes just like me fr fr

ASKDJASDKJ OK SEEING THOSE TWO QUOTES SIDE-BY-SIDE MADE ME SNORT-LAUGH SO UGLY god i wish i could say that was intentional xD but yeah reader at her most relatable LOL

how DARE you make me have emotions in the middle of this !!!!!! (affectionate) one moment im having thoughts none of which are in the bible, the next im all… all,

he’s their Sannie!!! ;;;; true story i actually had to take a short break here from writing bc i needed a good think on how to pivot back into the hard smut after that asdkjadskjkjs 〒▽〒

ASDKJASDKJKADSJJKADSJSDJKASKDJ

i will never get enough of how you write sub wooyoung, especially when he’s in this state - wrecked and pliant.

ngl he is easily my favourite sub to write EVER 〒▽〒 if that favouritism is showing in the fic, well, good! he deserves it!!! i always get all giggly & happy abt all your reactions, but the reactions to sub Wooyoung have an extra extra special place in my heart asjkasdjkdaskj ♡

need dick from a guy who whines /gen

FOR REAL!!!!!!!!! ಥ_ಥ

im no dom nor a switch, but i can imagine it’s such a nice change of pace after he’s been the one with most of the responsibility so far. (maybe i just assume it takes more out of a person to dom than it actually does? who knows lol xo)

i think that’s a fair assumption! obv it depends on the dom how much a scene wears them out and what kindof aftercare they need; but considering San had to look after TWO tied-up subs, making sure they’re both satisfied and safe during a pretty intense session? yeah i think that would take a lot out of most doms; that man is TIRED and absolutely deserves to get spoiled in return! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

endlessly amusing to me that San is the dom™ most of the time, but also the most shy out of the bunch xD woo and reader are being menaces and he’s just spluttering and trying to keep up with their shenanigans<3

asldjkasldksja i was lowkey hoping someone would point that out lol!!! yeah San is comfortable and confident abt sex within like, very specific parameters, but take one tiny step outside of them and he’s an instant blushy mess („• ᴗ •„)

By the way i'm keeping a doc of all this yelling im doing because i document EVERYTHING, and bc it's under a read-more and i don't want to risk losing it when i inevitably change my tumblr url, or tumblr fuckin... burns and dies. and i thought you might like to have access to it as well! so heres a link :)

omg we both have must-document-brain I LOVE IT, i keep backups of feedback ppl leave on this fic so it’s 1) all nicely gathered in one place & 2) in case smth ever gets messed up BUT THIS IS SO NICE AND STRUCTURED AHHHHHHHHH (♡°▽°♡) (i got the documenting part down, i do *not* got the organisational part down lol!)

ALSO!!! IN CASE YOU THOGUHT I WAS KIDDING ABT PRINTING IT OUT!!!!!!!

they keep me company when i’m making foodies hehe ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt10

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: You and Wooyoung get tied up again, under slightly different circumstances than last time.

wc: 9.3k

ch. warnings: dom San, sub Wooyoung, sub reader, San gets a lil mean here and there but he’s such a huge softie underneath it all, threesome, objectification, praise kink, degradation kink (@ Wooyoung, ‘slut’ is used 1x) & degradation as praise, blowjob, light choking on cock, orgasm denial, subspace, vaginal / anal fingering, cockwarming sorta, vibrator, DP (vaginal / anal), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, a few spanks, biting & bruises, pain kink, dacryphilia, squirting, creampies, condomless sex w/ IUD, aftercare, nicknames for reader (‘baby’, ‘good girl’, ‘cocksleeve’, ‘(fuck)toy’, ‘cockslut’ & ‘rope bunny’ 1x) (+ a 5 sec mention of shower sex (handjob) w/ lowkey subby San at the very end)

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

additional warning: reader is referred to as ‘little’ 1x, but it’s strictly meant as ‘calling you cute in a lowkey demeaning way’, not a reflection on physical size

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

After your heart-to-heart with San and Wooyoung, nothing changes immediately. Not on the surface, at least.

Like a beloved warm sweater which has its seams reinforced by all your care and effort; it still looks the same on the outside, but less liable to tear or fray. The same patterns are intertwined through your shared lives, but strengthened, solidified.

Of course, the details of how the three of you fit together will need to be figured out in the long run — but for now, you are perfectly happy where you are.

(Especially when ‘where you are’ is, once again, the familiar space of San’s bedroom.)

“That’s it, baby, doing so well,” San hums, enveloping you in sweet encouragement.

He has you on your knees and bent over, your mouth stuffed full with Wooyoung’s cock. One of San’s large hands runs up and down your back, the other rests on your waist. Strong fingers dig into the soft meat of your hip, keeping your ass pressed against his clothed crotch.

“Get Wooyoungie real close for me, won’t you?” San says, his sweats doing little to hide the growing bulge that he’s rocking into the cleft of your ass. “Want him hard and squirming before he gets anywhere near your sweet cunt.”

You whine a muffled moan around Wooyoung, eager to obey San’s demands, and even more eager to get to the next part.

It’s finally time to revisit a certain bondage experiment; to have you and Wooyoung tied up together — only this time, there won’t be any clothes in the way. There won’t be any heartfelt, quiet conversations either; you and Wooyoung had both asked San to push you tonight, and San’s eyes had lit up with a bright gleam that promised you’d get exactly what you asked for, and perhaps even a little more.

Already San delivers on his promise; using you to push Wooyoung right to the edge before San has tied even a single rope around either of you.

It won’t take much longer now. Wooyoung shudders with a choked groan when you take him a little deeper, his chest heaving as he lays on the bed, an arm slung over his flushed face. Your hands rest on his hips, holding him down while you get him riled up to San’s liking.

San’s hand slides all the way up your spine, between your shoulder blades to the nape of your neck, where he guides your head down with firm pressure. You make a gurgled wet noise when Wooyoung hits the back of your throat, but San takes it slow, gives you time to relax and control your breathing.

“There you go, that’s my good girl,” he says, voice smooth as silk. The petname hits harder than ever before, wrapped securely in the knowledge that you’ll stay his good girl for a long time to come. “What a messy thing you are, drooling on Wooyoung’s dick exactly like you’re told. Our obedient cocksleeve, gonna fill up all your pretty holes just like you deserve.”

Anticipation sears through you at San’s praise, soaking your untouched cunt as you whimper. They will test your limits today, just like your patience is being tested right now, needing them both inside you already. The weight of Wooyoung’s cock on your tongue is pleasing — but it is not enough, not when you know what is to come.

San reaches a hand between your thighs and groans in appreciation at what he finds, greeted by wet slick when he parts your folds.

“Is that just from taking Woo’s cock down your throat, baby? Didn’t even need my fingers to get you nice and wet, did you?” San asks, but his hand is still firm on the back of your head, refusing to let you off Wooyoung’s dick for an actual answer.

Salty precum leaks onto your tongue while San still slowly guides you up and down, and your eyes tear up at the insistent prodding at the back of your throat. Without warning, San starts rubbing rough circles around your clit, and he chuckles with obvious delight at your muffled noise, convulsing against his harsh touch.

“Fuck, Woo, look at that. Takes so little to get her worked up, she wants to be used so bad.”

(Yes, yes, you want to moan at him. Want them to use you, to take you for themselves; your body, your pleasure, your all.)

Wooyoung breath hitches at the way you whine around him, but he lifts his arm off his face and looks at you, just like San told him to. A shudder runs through him at the sight of your lips around his cock, plump and glossy, moving with San’s steady but unrelenting pace. Wooyoung’s eyes are watery already, like his body senses what will soon happen to him.

“Shit…” he rasps, his gaze fixated on where he disappears inside your mouth. “Hmnh, making me f-feel so good… Getting close, Sannie…”

“You can hold out a bit longer,” San tells him, almost dismissively. “Need to prep our sweet girl at least a little bit, if we want her to take us both tonight. Wouldn’t want to break her, would you Woo?”

“N-no— ngh—!”

Wooyoung chokes up when you let out another loud, garbled moan around him. You can’t help yourself; your head is starting to feel fuzzy, intoxicated by San’s rough fingers on your clit and the way he talks about you, like you’re his plaything to take care of. He hasn’t even tied a single rope around you yet, and already you’re bound to his will.

San chuckles fondly at how noisy you are, but there is a condescending edge to the sound. His hand tightens just slightly around the nape of your neck, holding you in place on Wooyoung’s cock. The tip teases right at the back of your throat this way, your nose nearly touching his pelvis, and you whine as San presses harder into your clit.

“Hey, hey, quiet down, baby,” San gently chides you, like he isn’t the very one making it impossible for you to do so. “Are you trying to make it even harder on Woo not to cum? Later, when he’s stuffed in your wet cunt; then you get to be as loud as you want. Fuck, you won’t be able to help yourself, not with I’ve got in store for you. But for now… Don’t let him waste his load on your throat, alright?”

You can barely fight back the next moan, a few stray tears escaping down your cheeks. You hear San’s voice from somewhere far away, reminding you to take steady breaths. You do just so, feeling slightly less light-headed and overwhelmed, but Wooyoung is still throbbing in your mouth, so deep that every tiny quiver of his hips causes you to spasm around him. You push down on Wooyoung’s waist a little harder, trying to keep him in place.

“That’s it, deep breaths, just like that. Good girl, listening so well,” San praises you — only to instantly abandon your clit and bury two fingers deep inside you.

The sudden intrusion has you keening, a jolt searing through your body as San forces you to accommodate his thick fingers. Wooyoung jerks against your grip, hissing broken curses as his veiny hands scramble for purchase in the sheets. Your hold on Wooyoung slips for just a second, leaving his hips free to buck up and make you gag on his cock with a wet gurgle, tears and drool spilling down your face.

“Easy, easy…” San’s grip on your head relents, and his thumb finds the crook of your shoulder, firmly kneading your tensed muscles. His cock presses half-hard against your ass, twitching with growing interest as you shudder under his touch, his fingers curling inside you. “Just need you to keep Wooyoungie’s dick warm while I get this tight cunt ready for him. You’ve been doing so well, just a little more.”

The need to please San ripples through you like a warm, soothing wave, but it’s hard to stay relaxed when a deep pressure has been building between your thighs. San is thorough as he scissors you open, and Wooyoung whimpers, instinctively trying to thrust into your mouth, to take pleasure into his own hands. You try to keep Wooyoung down, but your grip on his hips is not strong, and grows weaker as San continues to stretch your cunt.

At first you think the brush of his thumb against your clit is accidental.

Then it happens again, and again, and San’s thumb quickly becomes clear in its intent; to make you squirm just as much as Wooyoung. And when San sets his mind on something, there is very little he can’t achieve.

Sure enough, he pushes you further with every wet squelch of his fingers, and you quickly feel light-headed again. Mindlessly you rock into his hand, your moans sending shockwaves through Wooyoung’s body as he whines and jerks his hips again — but San slips his hand down from your head to Wooyoung’s waist, helping you to keep his boyfriend pinned.

“Careful, Woo. Don’t break our girl before we get to the fun part.”

“S-San, I don’t know if I can— hmgh, ah, fuck—”

Wooyoung twitches dangerously on your tongue and you are not much better off, a sharp heat swelling in your belly with every thrust of San’s fingers until you feel close to bursting, unsteady on your shaky knees.

San makes a noise of gentle disapproval when he realises how close you both are. “Tch. No, my pretty playthings, I can’t have you cum; not yet,” he purrs smoothly, the sweetness in his voice a cruel contrast to his next actions.

His fingers suddenly disappear from your cunt, right as he pulls your lips off Wooyoung’s cock. Freed from obstruction, your lungs pull in air with wheezy, choked up sobs — but your orgasm fades out of reach no matter how much you whine and twist against San’s hold, rubbing your slick thighs together in a poor attempt at finding friction.

But Wooyoung is even farther gone than you; his cock, glossy with saliva, leaks precum from the angrily flushed tip, his abdominal muscles twitching. Wooyoung whines with a pitiful cry, bucking his hips uselessly at the loss of your mouth. The veins in his forearms pop as his hands tremble in desperation, and he instinctively reaches for his cock to get himself off.

San reacts immediately, the flat of his hand connecting against Wooyoung’s outer thigh with a sharp, warning smack. Wooyoung sobs out a strangled wail at the impact, but he obediently withdraws his hands and is rewarded when San rubs soothingly over the reddened mark on Wooyoung’s thigh, easing him through the denial.

San uses his other hand to give you the same attentive care, reverence and desire in his touch as he squeezes at the plush love handle of your waist, sweet kisses on your shoulder. “There,” he murmurs when your and Wooyoung’s breathing has steadied, “now you’re ready. Let’s go have some real fun, hm?”

He does not even need to provide further instruction; as soon as San backs away to clean his fingers with a wet wipe, Wooyoung sluggishly turns onto his side and you sidle down next to him.

Wooyoung groans with a shuddery breath when his hard cock presses against your soft stomach, smearing you with spit and precum. He burrows his face into the crook of your shoulder, his lips hot on your skin while his arms wrap around you. Your body whines in need at the feel of him, and you return his embrace to bring him as close as possible.

Even just a clumsy brush against your clit is enough to send sparks through your body. It takes every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from grinding against Wooyoung until he’s trembling in your arms, until you find the release that San denied you.

Would it break Wooyoung if you went against San’s instructions? Would Wooyoung try to be good and not cum on your stomach, or would he join your rule-breaking and hump back against your thigh, heedless of the consequences? You think that you know the answer, but you sure are tempted to have it confirmed.

But before your curiosity grows beyond control, San returns.

He makes a pleased sound at the sight of you and Wooyoung already in position, clueless of the disobedient thoughts on your mind. “Look at you two,” he says fondly. “I’m so lucky with such a pretty pair of rope bunnies to play with. Won’t know where one of you begins and the other ends by the time I got you all tied up.”

The back of San’s fingers brush over your cheek in approval, dimples poking at his cheeks as he smiles down at you and Wooyoung; and like a fucking simp, you feel every trace of brattiness melt away at the touch. Nothing remains except a longing to be taken care of by San, to surrender yourself to the safety of his control.

(San may have a huge soft spot for you, but fuck if it isn’t mutual.)

San wastes no time to begin his ropework, starting with tying Wooyoung’s hands behind your back. No chest harnesses today, favouring simplicity for a speedier process. San’s dominant exterior softens a little as he works; he is more thorough than usual with his checks, mindful of the fact that you and Wooyoung are already worked up and antsy.

Wooyoung is definitely still affected by the denial, struggling to stop himself from wiggling around; but San does not reprimand except in the gentlest of ways, just enough to keep Wooyoung in line. Meanwhile, San treats you with murmured assurances and calming touches, already luring you into the edges of that fuzzy subspace; sharp arousal blunted by a pleasant hazy cloud that coats your thoughts.

Soon enough you and Wooyoung both have your arms incapacitated, trapped together into your embrace. San moves down to bind your legs, but pauses when he catches sight of Wooyoung’s cock still pressed against your stomach. His eyebrow raises in disapproval.

“What are you waiting for, Woo?” he asks sharply, pinching Wooyoung’s hip. “Thought you were excited to fuck our pretty girl, but I can always do this without you. You two aren’t my only playthings, I don’t need your cock to plug that wet cunt. There are plenty of other options if you’re not up to it.”

(True; San had asked you to bring a few of your favourite vibrators, just so he’ll have his pick from your own personal collection, if the mood strikes him.)

“No, no fuck, wanna fuck her, wanna fuck you so bad,” Wooyoung babbles, nuzzling deeper into your shoulder.

You moan at his desperation, rolling your hips in an attempt to guide Wooyoung inside you. But the angle is awkward and Wooyoung struggles without use of his hands, his cock uselessly sliding against your sodden folds without finding entrance.

“Oh Wooyoungie,” San croons as he watches Wooyoung’s pitiful attempt at filling your cunt. He runs a hand through Wooyoung’s hair in a cruel imitation of comfort. “You poor clumsy thing, need some help with that?”

San does not wait for an answer; instead he taps your thigh, signalling you to lift your leg to give some space. Wooyoung hisses when San firmly grabs him by the base, and finally his cock sinks into your wet heat, stretching pliantly around him. You sigh blissfully at the easy, snug fit of Wooyoung inside your cunt; San’s fingers prepped you well.

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” San pushes your hips forward to press flush against Wooyoung’s, just for good measure. “Now… can you be good for me a little longer?”

He gives a loving squeeze to your ass, then gently cups Wooyoung’s cheek to lift his face up from your shoulder.

This time, the comforting touch is genuine. San knows he is asking a lot; especially from Wooyoung.

You feel on a cloud already and just hum at San in confirmation, ready to descend deeper into this foggy frame of mind. Your thoughts are slowly melting into a sweet syrupy goo, swirling with nothing but pleasure.

But Wooyoung whines, rocking into you unevenly. His eyebrow piercing glints in the dim lamplight as he wiggles, a hypnotising shine. Wooyoung barely seems aware of his movements, a glaze drawn across his eyes, his jaw slack. You can’t help a giggle from bubbling up at his desperation; there is just something so adorable about how badly he needs to cum, and how ineffective his attempts are at getting there.

San, however, is less amused.

“Woo,” he says, sharply smacking his ass to snap him out of it. “Can you be good, or do we leave it here with the rope? Can’t tie you up any further if you can’t behave.”

It sounds like a scolding, but you have been with San and Wooyoung for long enough to know better than that. You can see the intent hidden underneath; San’s honest question of whether he can safely continue with the bondage or has to stop, asked in the only way Wooyoung can hear him right now.

“Hm, y-yeah,” Wooyoung slurs, his hips going still. The sharp sting has cut through his desperation, clearing a path for just enough lucidity to answer. “’M good. Want it… wanna get tied up together even more…”

“Good. Then let’s go on.” San moves his hand to squeeze your hip. “Still with us, baby?”

“Not going anywhere,” you sigh, the warmth of San’s palm infusing a soft glow into your skin.

Wooyoung grins at you with heavy lidded eyes. “You better not,” he mumbles, giving you a pointed look. “You promised to stick around, right?”

“Woo, don’t tell me you’re still worried about that,” you giggle, feeling floaty from the way his cock is filling you up, from San’s warm hand running over your thigh.

“Right now? Not even a little bit,” Wooyoung says, leaving a light bite on your shoulder that he quickly soothes with a light dart of his tongue. “You’re not exactly a flight risk like this.”

“You know what? Fair point,” you manage to breathe out as Wooyoung starts on sucking and nibbling at your bottom lip, while San pecks your and Wooyoung’s cheeks before he picks up a new piece of rope.

Wooyoung only breaks away from your lips to give San feedback on rope tension, or to let you to do so. His newfound composure hangs on by a bare thread, cock twitching in your sensitive cunt at even the lightest shift. You moan into his mouth, the threads of your own composure fraying with every brush of Wooyoung’s tongue.

Thankfully, San only needs a few more simple but effective ties. He binds each one of your legs to one of Wooyoung’s, using a few lines of cord to wrap snugly around your thighs, calves and ankles, all laid carefully to avoid pinching any knees.

By the time he’s done, you are pressed together so tightly that Wooyoung couldn’t slip out of your cunt if he tried.

“There,” San says, looking over his work with a pleased, slightly smug curve to his lips. “Now you can cum.”

Wooyoung’s mouth latches onto your shoulder before you can even fully process San’s permission. You whimper at the bite of his teeth, the rough bucks of his hips, but the ropes dig into your skin, denying you any satisfying range of motion. Wooyoung’s frantic thrusts do nothing but jostle the both of you in place, making you groan in frustration.

You cast a desperate glance at San, but he is content to simply watch his helpless subs in a sweaty, gyrating tangle of limbs while he palms himself through his sweats, flushed tip peaking up above his waistband. The corner of San’s lip twitches when he catches your eyes, but perhaps you overestimated his softness for you; San is utterly unswayed by the silent plea in your teary eyes, only stroking himself a little quicker as he enjoys the show.

“W-Woo, a little slo— Wait, I can’t— I can’t cum—” you whimper, but all restraint is lost to Wooyoung. He groans against your neck and tries to slow down, turn the roll of his hips into something more purposeful, but you can’t find friction, can’t find the right angle, no matter how much you shift and wriggle against him.

It feels good, being filled up by Wooyoung’s cock; but he can barely move, never hitting that toe-curling spot inside you, giving your clit little more than an awkward grind. Faint sparks prickle across your skin and through your cunt, only a weak echo of your earlier build towards orgasm. San had cruelly denied you release then, but now an ominous feeling sits in your stomach; that you and Wooyoung could lay here struggling for hours to no avail, never finding release no matter how you try.

Your head is still fuzzy with submission, but despair creeps into the sweet surrender to your restraints.

“Sannie…” you whine, pouting at how he continues to touch only himself. His sweats are pulled down low on his hips, allowing him to lazily fist the head of his cock, thumbing at the precum that oozes from the slit. “Please, San…”

It’s a pitiful attempt at appealing to San’s softer side and you both know it. He gives you a crooked grin, his hand coming to a slow stop. “What’s wrong, baby? Didn’t I say you’re allowed to cum now? Go for it.”

Wooyoung groans in shared frustration, panting hard into your shoulder, littered with his bites. Again you wiggle and try to find that angle, whining with the knowledge it’s no use.

“P-please, Sannie, need your help…”

San’s cocky facial expression shifts to fake sympathy, his lips set in a mocking pout. “Aw poor thing, Wooyoungie can’t get you off by himself?”

Wooyoung starts to grunt in protest, but you shake your head. “N-no but, hmm, I— I can’t get him off either.”

San’s eyes widen in surprise, the mocking sympathy knocked right off his face. (There is that soft spot.) “Shit, baby…” he murmurs, shifting in closer to run a soothing hand over your arm. His fingers leave a glistening trail of precum. “Not even thinking about yourself?”

“Wanna make him feel good too,” you whine and clench around Wooyoung’s cock, drawing a rough moan from him; but doubtlessly he is in the exact same predicament as you, unable to cum from just this.

“Hm, you know what I think?” San says, with an affectionate smile that crinkles his eyes. “Think that deserves a reward. Let me see if I can help where Wooyoung can’t.”

Wooyoung twists against the ropes, his breathing laboured. “H-hey,” he gasps, “what about me?”

“Hm? What about you, Woo?” San says, like he’s just making casual conversation. He kicks off his sweats and makes himself comfortable on the bed behind you, pressing a few kisses on the shiny trail he left on your arm. “You got that juicy cunt keeping you warm, don’t you? That not enough for you?”

“Hngh,” Wooyoung groans out, though you suspect he has a whole lot more to say. But instead he goes in for a rough kiss, tongue delving past your lips with a frustrated vigour, like he’s trying to use your mouth to keep his own shut.

San makes a soft noise of approval. “That’s better,” he says, patting Wooyoung’s thigh. “Appreciate what you’re given, hm?”

He slides his hand down, just barely fitting between your and Wooyoung’s squirming bodies. His palm runs over the junction of your thigh and hip, until his fingertips brush against your clit and press down. You keen at the added stimulation, body instinctively trying to convulse; but between San and Wooyoung, one pressed against your back, the other tied up in tight embrace, you can barely move an inch, completely pinned between them.

The angle is still awkward, but San rubs sparks into your clit all the same. Wooyoung groans as you clench around him, his roving mouth chasing after your every single gasp and whine. San keeps up his steady pace, grinding into your ass with low breaths. He slowly kisses his way up your neck, your jawline, then props himself up on his elbow and leans over to brush his lips against yours, introducing his own tongue to the sloppy tangle of you and Wooyoung.

Your head is spinning, lost in the heady, uncoordinated mess of hungry lips. You shudder at the glide of their tongues against yours, jaw slackening to grant them easier access, a mingle of your saliva and theirs spilling onto your chin.

Again, Wooyoung tries to rut into you — and it causes San’s fingers shift slightly, right into a spot that cuts sharply through the dizzying heat of their mouths. It happens fast, so fast you barely see it coming despite the long-build up, and suddenly your entire body stiffens up as your muscles pull taut, cumming on San’s fingers with a choked up cry.

San breaks away from the kiss, murmuring gentle praises as he roughly keeps at your clit, wresting every ounce of pleasure that he can from you. You clamp around Wooyoung’s cock, twitching with every aftershock, your slick smeared against his pelvis and San’s fingers. Wooyoung gasps for harsh breaths, his eyes squeezing shut when it becomes too much.

An unintelligible string of curses falls past his lips as his hips stutter and his hot seed spills inside you. You moan contently at the feeling, sagging in relief when San’s hand finally stills, letting you come down from your release.

San blinks at Wooyoung in surprise as he processes what just happened. “Woo, did you just—?”

For a split second, San’s face brightens up with genuine delight — but quickly the mask slips back into place. He chuckles in amused derision and pulls his hand away from your cunt, up to pat Wooyoung’s cheek with slicked-up fingers, spreading your mess on his face.

“Couldn’t even wait your turn, huh? That desperate for it.” San turns to you next, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. “Look at him, baby, that sweet pussy is just too much for him to handle. Such a perfect, well-behaved cocksleeve you are for us, and it’s wasted on that brat. What are we supposed to do now? His dick must be going soft and I haven’t even started to fuck you.”

San rolls his hips, pushing his hard cock against your ass.

“K-keep going,” Wooyoung rasps, his chest heaving with strenuous breaths. (He is softening inside you, but unable to pull out.) “I can— I can take it.”

His words are shaky but filled with resolve, and San looks him over with a pleased smile.

“Hm. What a well-behaved toy you suddenly are,” he hums. “The brat got what he wanted so now he’s willing to play along? Alright, then we’ll play.” San’s voice is sweet — yet you can’t shake the feeling there is a warning hidden underneath.

Wooyoung seems to sense it as well, wiggling against you. “Please, please San, I’ll behave,” he says in a low whine. “Ju— just couldn’t help it, felt so good, she’s so good…”

“I know, I know…” San soothes him, running his sticky fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. “Poor Wooyoungie, you just wanted to cum, right?” he says, his sympathy towards Wooyoung carrying the same edge of mockery as it had for you.

“Y-yeah,” Wooyoung sniffs, but there is a hesitation in his answer, like he’s trying to figure out if there’s a trap hidden inside the question.

San chuckles. “That’s what I thought,” he says, then turns to you again. “What do you say, baby? Can you relax that tight cunt and give him a break while I prep your pretty, plump ass?”

You nod, taking a few deep breaths — but relaxing is a challenge when San’s palm slides over the curve of your rear. He groans lowly at the feel of you, letting his fingers dig hard into the soft meat.

“Fuck, I don’t take advantage of this ass nearly enough,” San rasps, giving another roll of his hips. “Gotta take it slow but damn, it’s been a while… Don’t know if I can hold back once I’m fucking that tight hole…”

You moan weakly, trying to push back into him, but San lets out another groan and holds you in place.

“Can’t rush this, baby, gotta loosen you up for me first.” He nips at your ear, breath hot on your skin, then goes to reach for a small bottle of lube. “Don’t worry, gonna make you feel so good taking my cock, taking our cocks. Can’t believe it took us this long to do this, finally stuffing our sweet cockslut just the way she needs… Just wait a little longer, alright?”

“Want you, Sannie…” You tilt your head to glance back at him, and San can’t help a fond smile at the needy look in your eyes.

“Yeah, I know you do,” he says quietly, unable to fight back the dimples poking into his cheeks. The earnestness in his voice catches you off-guard. “But that’s not enough, is it? You want Wooyoungie too, greedy thing.”

Huh.

Despite having personally provided some evidence to the contrary, you are not an idiot; you understand fully well what San is getting at.

He is just tugging lightly the seams of your still ambiguous relationship, playfully testing its strength, baiting you to reassure Wooyoung. San probably thinks he’s being subtle about it too, hiding the bait in his dirty ramblings. It’d be fucking adorable if he hadn’t just spread your asscheeks, a lubed-up finger teasingly circling around the tight muscle of your rim.

You try not to get distracted by San’s actions and focus on his question instead. You look back at Wooyoung, his hair matted with sweat and a faint glimmer of tears in his eyes. His cock is still nested deep inside your cunt, sensitive and twitching.

“So much… Want you so much…” you sigh, closing the tiny space between you and Wooyoung to press your forehead against his. “Feels so good, filling me up so good…”

Wooyoung shudders at the praise with a tight groan, and his nose clumsily bumps into yours as he finds the angle for a kiss. It’s slower than before, sluggish in the aftermath of your orgasms, but still intense, especially when San pushes his finger inside and sets an unhurried pace.

You whimper into Wooyoung’s mouth, gasping for breath when he breaks away to put his mouth on your neck instead, languidly sucking the sweat off your feverish skin. “Shit, Wooyoung…” you whine at a graze of teeth, involuntarily clenching around him.

He’s getting hard again, his ridiculously fast recovery time never ceasing to amaze you, slowly rocking into you with the limited movement allowed to him. Meanwhile, San picks up his speed when he feels you relax, going pliant as he stretches you out.

“More?” he asks, lips brushing against your ear.

“Hm, yeah…” you mumble, surprised San even bothered to ask — and even more surprised when his finger slips out. “Wha—?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and blink when San holds up one of your vibrators; long, sleek and tapered at the base, with a nice range of intensity settings. Slim, but definitely thicker than just one of San’s fingers.

“You— you’re not gonna?” You frown at San; not opposed but… confused. The drawn-out, slowly building intensity of the scene is definitely getting to you. It’s like you’re wading through a thick fog, only a few strings of nebulous thoughts crystallising into words. It’s a great toy, one that has done you great service in the past, but… But what about his cock?

The thought slips out of your mouth before it can consult your brain on the matter. Immediately, San bursts out in a short laugh, and even Wooyoung’s shoulders shake, his giggled cackle muffled by your neck.

“That’s my eager little cockslut right there,” San grins. “Knows exactly what she wants. Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there soon. Just want to ease you into it, remember?”

‘Ease’?

A faint flash of scepticism briefly crosses your cloudy mind; a vague nagging there might be some inherent contradiction between ‘ease’ and ‘vibrator’ — and San seems to be in a bit of a mood today. But the thought fails to catch hold, and you nod your assent.

Pleased, San lightly kisses your cheek, and you wiggle impatiently at the squelch of more lube. All this business about your toy is getting Wooyoung is impatient too, restless from what he clearly perceives as an unnecessary delay. He expresses his discontent with bitey kisses, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth.

Wooyoung sucks in a sharp breath when you squeeze around him, an involuntary response to San carefully pushing the vibrator into your hole, still turned off for now. You hiss at the increased stretch, but San starts off with a few shallow thrusts, easing you into it just like he promised. Gradually he takes the vibrator further, until he finally pushes it in completely and leaves it there, nested deep inside you.

Wooyoung suddenly goes very quiet, freezing into the kiss. “San…” he breaths shallowy; is it a plea? A warning? You can’t tell at all, sunk too deeply into your daze to read his tone.

But San is wilfully deaf to whatever Wooyoung is trying to communicate, keeping his focus on you instead. “Gonna turn it on now, alright baby?”

The toy whirrs to life, a pleasant hum against your tense muscles — and only separated from Wooyoung’s sensitive, half-hard cock by the thin barrier of your inner walls.

Wooyoung reacts at once, jerking violently against the ropes as the vibrations send brutal jolts of pleasure through his body. He lets out a strangled cry that borders on anguished, fresh tears springing in his eyes. Jostled by his writhing, you moan as your clit drags against his cock.

“S-San—” Wooyoung tries again, desperately. “Fuck, I— I don’t—”

From the corner of your eyes, you can just barely see how San’s lips curve into an aloof smile. “What’s wrong, Wooyoungie? You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you?”

Wooyoung groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He grinds out a swear through gritted teeth, his hips bucking uselessly against the ropes, giving him no escape.

San slowly tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “Changed your mind? You can stop this any time, remember.”

“Ngh, ah, I—” Wooyoung hisses tightly, and his eyes snap up to meet San’s. A volatile heat burns behind them, a thick tear trickling down his flushed skin. He looks a mess, but still Wooyoung stubbornly shakes his head, like it’s below his pride to cave in now. “T-told you before, right? Keep going.”

San holds his gaze for a long moment, but then he nods; trusting Wooyoung’s judgement.

“Fuck,” San swears lowly. “Could put you through anything and you’d just take it for me, wouldn’t you, Woo? Just wanna cum over and over again, what’s it gonna take to wear out a greedy slut like you?”

He takes the vibrator up a notch and the increased intensity hits you hard, your body trying to bow in on itself as you gasp and tremble, a sharpness coiling between your thighs. You’re clenching down on Wooyoung hard, and you whimper when San suddenly licks a broad stripe up your neck, wet tongue dragging heavily against your skin.

“Gonna need you to help me to ruin this one here, baby,” San murmurs, his voice gravelly. “Think you can do that?”

You shudder as his tongue flickers against your ear; but looking at Wooyoung, it honestly doesn’t seem like San needs your help. Wooyoung looks plenty ruined already; his eyes squeezed shut, face contorted in agonising pleasure. More tears escape his lashes, trailing down his temple into the sheets. Still… it’s a request you’d hardly refuse.

“Y-yeah, yeah I can help,” you say, hoping it’s true. You’re pretty far gone yourself; pressure is building rapidly from the toy’s persistent buzzing. The base of Wooyoung’s cock presses against your clit, indirect vibrations pulsing through the swollen nub. Even if Wooyoung does not cum soon, you will.

“That’s my girl,” San hums, and leans over again to capture you in a short, searing kiss. You moan in surprise, your sluggish body too slow to respond before his lips are gone again. “Then… how about you suck some pretty bruises into that pretty neck for me? Remind him he belongs to us.”

“‘Us’?”

You blink, your mind as sluggish as your body. Sunken too deep into a submissive state to process the concept of someone belonging to you.

“He is our Wooyoungie, isn’t he?” San says, smiling down at you. “Just like you’re our sweet girl.”

“A-and you?”

For a moment, San goes quiet. He nods slowly, eyes intent as he looks from you to Wooyoung.

“Yeah,” he says softly, “I’m your Sannie.”

The moment is so gentle, you would almost forget that San has the two of you tied up in rope, subjecting you to the vibrator with no escape.

San’s soft gaze lingers a little longer, until he seems to remember the truth of the situation himself and snaps out of it with an abashed chuckle. He recovers with a quick wink, his smile gaining a toothy edge. “Now, take care of Wooyoung for me, will you?”

Wooyoung’s breath gets even more pitchy, his eyes fluttering open. They shimmer with tears, pleading at you. “Please…”

Shakily, you let your head fall forward into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck, wired so tight that you can do little more than press open-mouthed kisses on his skin, tasting the thin sheen of sweat gathered there. He whimpers, shuddering under your mouth, and slowly you relax into him, lapping at him with growing enthusiasm as you get used to the vibration’s intensity.

San flicks the toy to a higher level.

“Fuck—!”

Wooyoung snaps, his back arching sharply. Your body bows forward with him, teeth sinking into his shoulder as you spasm around his cock. With calm, amused interest, San watches the outcome of his actions, how you and Wooyoung twist and convulse, ropes digging into your skin as you squirm.

He chuckles at the ruined mess before him, and decides to just leave the vibrator buried inside you to free up his hand. San roughly grabs at your ass, plying your neck with kisses. You’re panting, sweat beading on your forehead as hazy overstimulation takes control, burning through your nerve endings and fogging up your mind.

Wooyoung’s cock is hard and throbbing in your twitching cunt, his moans high and whiny right by your ear. You can feel yourself melting away into his desperation, like you are nothing but a conduit for San to mercilessly drive Wooyoung to the edge again. San keeps you grounded but only barely, his lips sweet against your shoulder while he kneads harshly at your asscheek, like he means for his fingers to leave a permanent indentation into the thick meat.

The vibrations turn up again.

Your orgasm hits you before you even realise what is happening, tearing through you like lightning. Heat pulses through your abdomen and static fills your ears. You barely even register Wooyoung’s pathetic mewl as he cums, or how some of his seed trickles past his trapped cock, mingling with the fresh gush of arousal from your fluttering cunt.

San turns the vibrator off when Wooyoung lets out a broken sob, and his trembling body sags against yours with a loud groan as the buzzing finally stops. You draw breath in sharp gasps, still coming down from the aftershocks while San runs a soothing hand over your arm and asks how you’re feeling. You moan tiredly, turning your head to try and find him in a kiss. He indulges, briefly but sweet.

“Such a good girl, fucking amazing. Doing so well for me,” San murmurs against your lips, a strain to his voice. Then his eyes flicker to Wooyoung, and San gently cradles his head to lift him up from your shoulder. “Woo, are you alright?”

Wooyoung groans, limply going along with San’s hold on him. “Give— give me a minute,” he says hoarsely. “Just… give me a minute. I—”

San gently shushes Wooyoung, bringing him in for a kiss. “Fuck, you really just take it all, no matter what I put you through, don’t you?” San says, but there is not a trace of derision this time, only full-blown awe and adoration. “Relax, Woo, there’s no rush.”

Wooyoung sighs at the reprieve, then glances at you with a fatigued grin.

“He sure takes it real damn serious when we ask him to push us, huh? What a fiend.” Wooyoung’s tone leaves no mistake it’s intended as the highest of praise.

“That’s our Sannie, alright,” you giggle, and peck the tip of San’s nose. “Personal demon at our beck-and-call.”

An adorable rose blush dusts across San’s cheekbones. “Okay, that’s enough out of you two,” he admonishes almost bashfully, leaning over you to kiss Wooyoung again.

As San shifts, you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back, the tip smearing precum on your skin. San might’ve said there is no rush — but his dick clearly has a different opinion on the matter. Still, he does not hurry anything, lazily kissing Wooyoung until he switches back to you. He stays like that for a while, caressing one with soothing touches while he kisses the other.

It does not take long before you start to fidget again; impatience roused by the combination of San’s gentle stimulation while the toy and Wooyoung’s dick are still inside you. Your hips start to move in time with San’s fingers brushing across your thigh, unable to suppress your body’s urges like he is.

Wooyoung moans at your slight rocking, responding in kind. You can only image how sore he is, but his dick still twitches back to life.

“Oh? Everyone’s ready to go again?” San asks with a fond chuckle, and he reaches for the lube again when you and Wooyoung confirm with an emphatic yes.

You hiss as San slides out the vibrator, trying not to stiffen up at the prospect of finally having his cock fill your tight hole. It won’t be your first time taking San like this — but it is your first time while Wooyoung is already stuffed in your cunt.

San notices the way you tense, giving you a few passes with two freshly lubed-up fingers first. “Relax, baby, relax,” he murmurs. “You trust me?”

“Y-yeah, yeah I do.” Your voice is shaky, but resolved. You want this too much to back out now, eager to have your fantasy fulfilled at last. So you take deep breaths, tension seeping out of your body with every exhale.

You whine when San’s fingers disappear, replaced by his slick cockhead pressed against your rim. For a moment he just waits there, his hand resting on your ass and uneven breaths falling on your neck — just long enough to make you shudder in anticipation, until San pushes forward with a shallow thrust, breaching your walls.

Instantly the stretch threatens to overwhelm you, your nails digging into Wooyoung’s back as you let out a strangled whimper. “Sh-shit, San—” you gasp as he gradually presses deeper. “It’s— hmgh, ah— So tight—”

San slowly rocks into you, his lips catching a lone tear on your cheek. You can’t remember it falling. “Stay with me, baby, you can do this” he soothes, squeezing firmly at your ass when you whine in response. “You can do this. Who knows your body best, hm? Who knows what you can take?”

“Y-you do,” you pant. “It’s you, Sannie.”

“That’s right,” San says, his voice raspy but warm, “and I know you can take me, baby. A pretty cocksleeve like you can handle the both of us just fine.”

“Fuck, San,” Wooyoung groans, his head falling back. “I can fucking feel you, feels so good…”

“Getting hard again already, Woo?” He chuckles when Wooyoung whines in confirmation. “Then help our good girl out, alright? Distract her for me until that tight hole is ready to get fucked fast and hard by my cock, just how she deserves.”

Wooyoung nods eagerly and leans in to kiss you, but you shake your head. Just a simple kiss won’t be enough to distract you, not with your body straining to accommodate San’s thick length as well. “N-no,” you moan, tongue-tied from the overwhelming pressure in your lower abdomen. “No, n-need you to bite me, please.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes gleaming darkly. “Fuck, baby, since you asked so nicely…”

Without hesitation, Wooyoung bites down on the top of your shoulder, getting a solid mouthful of muscle. He suckles and gnaws at the skin, surprisingly gentle at first, but he slowly clamps down as you whine at the sharp pressure. Pain blooms beautifully under his teeth, perfectly masking the discomfort elsewhere by demanding your full attention.

Wooyoung groans as your cunt reflexively tightens around him, his jaw twitching. He stays on you for a while, but then breaks away with a whine, leaving an indentation that you just know is going to bruise like a fucker.

You don’t know if the release is a relief or a loss, but it got the job done; the slide of San’s cock has gotten much easier without you even realising. The feel of them both still borders on overwhelming, but it feels good, so good, stuffed so full that it’s like your mind is getting pushed out of your body, drifting hazily between them. Wooyoung laps sweetly at your shoulder and San joins him, angling his head so their lips can meet against your marred skin.

San’s self-control is fraying at the edges, the smooth roll of his hips becoming rougher by the second. You let your head fall back against his chest, moaning in encouragement.

“Please, San, please,” you whimper, unable to keep still. Awkwardly you rut against him and Wooyoung, using every inch of your limited movement to try and fuck yourself on their cocks.

Wooyoung shudders with a loud moan, twisting against the rope to match your rhythm. He is unravelling quickly, while San holds himself together just long enough to give himself a fresh coat of lube. He ignores the combined protests of you and Wooyoung when he pulls out almost completely — protests that are silenced when he slams back in.

The hard snap of San’s hips jostles you forward, almost knocking your chin into Wooyoung’s. San buries himself with a low groan, and sets a punishing pace as he humps against your ass. His energy is frenetic, agitated, like he’s the one now frustrated by how tightly bound you and Wooyoung are, the position limiting the force of his thrusts.

You manage to turn your head just enough to see the wild look in his eyes, teeth gritted and sweat on his brow. Both of his hands grab at your ass now, spreading your cheeks and pushing at you like he wants to push you on top of Wooyoung, his mind gone haywire from the mindless need to fuck into you at full strength.

Wooyoung is fully gone at this point, whiny “ah”s falling past his lips; drunk on how he can feel the outline of San’s dick against his own, through your throbbing walls. He doesn’t even try to move anymore, at the mercy of San’s ruthless pace. Arousal leaks freely from your wet heat, so slippery around Wooyoung’s cock that you’re sure San would be pushing him out your soaked cunt if the ropes didn’t keep you forced together.

The pressure against your g-spot is immense, and you’re so wound so tight that a flare shoots through your spin with every awkward brush of Wooyoung’s cock against your clit.

It’s all too much, the decadent onslaught of sensations that comes with taking San and Wooyoung at once, something coiling deep inside your stomach. You try to warn them, but only a silent, choked up sob escapes your throat when you topple over, writhing wantonly between their heated, sweaty bodies as you cum with sharp jolts, clear fluid spewing from your fluttering cunt as you squirt on Wooyoung’s sore cock.

Wooyoung mewls and spasms as your cunt constricts around him, but somehow it’s not enough to push him over the edge — or perhaps it is too much, too overstimulated to find release. “Oh fuck, fuck,” he babbles, cursing under his breath as San fucks you through your orgasm, wresting as many pulsing aftershocks from your spent body as he can.

“There you go, good girl,” San rasps in your ear. “Give it all to us, every fucking drop.”

He tries to be gentler as your orgasm subsides, knowing you and Wooyoung must be at your limits, but his self-control hangs on by a frail tether. He grinds against your ass, murmuring sweet praises and even sweeter whines as he chases release. San noses at the column of your neck, and you surprise him with a sloppy kiss, sucking at his tongue until finally he gasps and shudders, spilling deep inside you. A few more thrusts, then he stills with a low groan.

San breaths hard, giving himself a moment to come down before he pulls out, his seed leaking out of your stretched hole. He makes a faint noise of disapproval, gently rubbing a finger around your rim and pushing his cum back inside you, almost absent-mindedly.

You moan weakly, the finger helping you to adjust to the absence of San’s cock, but Wooyoung is still hard inside you.

Wooyoung whimpers quietly, drawing hitched, snivelling breaths. “S-Sannie…” he begs, pushed to the very edges of what he can take. “Please, I gotta… gotta…”

San’s eyes widen with a start. “Shit, Woo, you didn’t—? Fuck.”

Immediately San comes into motion, his finger leaving your sensitive hole. He expertly loosens up the ropes that bind your thighs together, letting the tension fall away and allowing Wooyoung to slip out, cum now also dribbling from your sopping cunt.

With utmost care, San gently palms at Wooyoung’s aching cock, carefully jerking him off. “There, that’s better isn’t it?” San says, the words wrapped in tenderness. “You can cum now, Wooyoungie, fuck, you deserve it after all that. You can let go now.”

You watch, enraptured by the slow shift from agony to bliss on Wooyoung’s face. He bites his lip, cheeks shiny with tears and sweat as San brings him to one last high, trembling with every pass of San’s hand until he spills on San’s fingers and your stomach, nothing but translucent fluids at this point.

From there on out, San engulfs you and Wooyoung in the softest of aftercare.

He undoes the ropes with his usual practised swiftness, then thoroughly checks your bodies for abrasions. There are a few spots of light rope burn; nothing severe, but San still smears a soothing salve over any patches of even slightly chafed skin. There are some drinks and snacks at the ready, and you are just sipping on some water when San takes a washcloth to the crusted remains of cum on your thighs — but you ask him to leave it for a little longer, and relish the faint blush that blooms across his cheeks at the request.

“Dirty,” Wooyoung grins at you, and neither of you miss the way San has to take a grounding breath.

“Yeah,” you grin back at him. “Maybe we could take a shower later, get all of that taken care of,” you say, nudging your head meaningfully towards San. “…Once my legs don’t feel like rubber anymore.”

San’s cheeks burn even hotter, and he shoots you and Wooyoung a vaguely cautious look — but he has no reason to be wary, not tonight.

Once everyone is steady enough on their feet, the three of you somehow manage to (not quite) fit behind the shower curtain. It’s not an easy feat to get clean in the crowded space, but it is easy for you and Wooyoung to tiredly lavish San with some well-earned attention. Sluggish hands run across the soap-sudded expanse of his soft skin and firm muscles, languidly jerking him off as he whines and sighs between you.

Safe to say, everyone is fully satisfied by the time that the three of you are settled on the couch in San’s living room.

Wooyoung has wiggled himself in the middle, so you’ve curled up against him. You’re still pretty damn sore; maybe you pushed it too much with the shower, but damn if it isn’t worth the tired, pleased smile on San’s face. He has an arm slung around Wooyoung, his hand resting on your shoulder, carefully avoiding the indentations that Wooyoung’s teeth left on your skin.

You’re bundled up in comfy clothes and a cosy blanket, with leftover pizza in front of you and some old Pucca cartoon playing on the TV. Nobody is really watching, just background noise while you chat quietly, re-balancing your emotional equilibrium after what easily is one of the more intense scenes you’ve done with San and Wooyoung.

“Still can’t believe I forgot to take a picture,” San pouts, shaking his head in disbelief. “You looked so hot tied up together like that.”

“We could just do it again, you know,” Wooyoung says. He stretches out his arms with a big yawn, then resettles by lying down across you and San, his head in your lap as he grins up at San. “And then you could fuck me next time around.”

The thought mulls slowly in your exhausted head, but it does ping a definite interest. To watch and feel how San rails a helpless Wooyoung into oblivion, fucking Wooyoung’s cock into you with every thrust? Yeah. Yeah, you’re pretty on board with that idea.

“I could be persuaded,” you say coyly, playing with the damp strands of Wooyoung’s hair. “Just give me like, I don’t know, a month to recuperate first.”

San chuckles self-consciously, but there’s a little gleam in his eyes that tells you he’s pretty damn pleased with himself too.

“Sure, we can let you take it easy for a while,” San teases, but then he sighs, a wistful look in his eyes. “Just too bad I can’t fuck you both at once. Only thing that could’ve made tonight even better.”

“I mean, I feel like there’s options for that,” Wooyoung says, tapping his bottom lip. “Take turns or something, and there’s plenty of toys to play with.”

“Yeah, maybe we can get San one of those clone-a-willy kits,” you suggest casually.

“Clone a what now??” San chokes on a cough, his eyes widened in shock as his face goes bright red again.

“Good thinking! We can add a fourth to the mix, strap San’s dick-clone on them, problem solved.”

“You’re a problem,” San says, pouting at you and Wooyoung. “You guys are missing the point, then it wouldn’t be me—”

“Okay, so we find a Choi San lookalike to impersonate you,” you shrug. “Problem solved now?”

San groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Seriously? Can someone please remind me why I put up with you two?”

You giggle at his exasperation. “Because you’re our Sannie, remember? You promised me.” You do reach up to gently squeeze his wrist, his warm hand still resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I am,” San says with a long-suffering sigh. “Guess I’m stuck with you.”

But his actions belie his words as he rubs your shoulder affectionately and pulls Wooyoung closer into his lap. Wooyoung winks up at you, and you grin back, shuffling a little closer so you can lean against San.

The three of you recover from the scene in the emotional safety of each others’ company, finding yourselves bound together all the more closely for it; even after the ropes have come off.

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years ago

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meowmeow, sweety! 'you gave yourself away' you dont think these were accidents, dont you?) im glad to be here too. a little uncomfy though bc i still feel like im scamming your subs TT bc usually just some people who just send messages r anons and those who have at least ups r some bloggers. but alright. pathetic man evil meow meow TT yeah we love him. 'i’ll even distort reality if i have to' tbh sounds like a good fic idea for me... 'its more of a compliment to viserys' yk i also was confused when vissy called daemon 'son'. i was WTF. bc while its understandable why daemon acts like that, why vissy acts like this?? esp if the difference between them is 4 years (idk but you said 'too' so ig so?)? at first i even thought maybe its a twisted dream of daemon TT 'everyone deserves love even stinky daemon' FUCK GHDKFHFJ i meant to write he thinks he does NOT deserve love (thats why neither from wife nor). HGJDF my sleepy mind just read the previous not as the negative and was like in english they dont say that so no. so silly TT like daemon seeks hes brother approval (thought he gives it to him in a way), he insists that his WIFE hates him (though she still took a ring and made wedding promises), he REEKS of insecurities abt not deserving love. 'FOR YOU FOR NOTICING' dont forget i passed an exam where you dont have right answers you just analyse the texts and write 5 essays. i notice too much. not always write abt it (bc ive been writing these 2 replies for 3? hours or so) but always notice. 'even tho ur siblingless' im siblingless but not eyeless? mindless? 5 essays girl. 'DONT APOLOGIZE' i remember how you enjoyed my first expressive reply so im sorry i cant give you these emotions anymore( 'a very specific reason i added it in the first place' 😶 TUMBLR DONT LET ME PUT THIS STUNNED EMOJI WITH THE HAND BUT NO BLUSH. nvm. will the dragons' skeletons regain muscles and soft tissues and become real or will oberyn martell come to life out of his coat? 'ITS A FANFIC BUT ITS NOT' HAJSJD catmom youre so mean. AND how come you promise to watch tlou but dont watch doctor who😡 youre so cruel and dont like me and matt smith and good plot and twisted timelines. 'something so deeply intimate' yeah absolutely understand. i nave a specific form of my name which can make me literally cry when called. 'he would 100% make a shrine for her and worship the ground she walks on' he better make it up for her for waiting for 2000 years for him. 'NOW I WANNA WRITE SOME AEMOND FICS' NOT hinting on that idea with the hades and persephone, no, ABSOLUTELY NOT😶 are these 2 kitties aemond and aegon while investigating? gsdjmlsk 'HELP ME THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY AND BREIFLY PUT' ooh thanks. hope its a compliment. also. ive just thought. i can see daemons horniness as not so real desire to have sex with he reader but to feel her closer and get some familiar and more tangible confirmation of their love, bond and her not going away. makes sense. 'to be super tender and sweet and full of love' YES! big brains think the same! absolutely yes! in this case its essential! although all dominant daemon is hot, i can imagine him being subby more often than anyone wants to agree and also so pretty. SORRY i got distracted. i can see him as the type to just kiss readers shoulder/neck/arm/any bare skin he can see whenever he can to just feel her and confirm that shes with him, not leaving him, not always sexually. 'if you dont feel comfy reading smut if i do write it just skip it' 1) thanks for caring abt me🥺 2) i reblogged frost bite... girl... 'I 100% MEANT' OMG TT no but imagine him calling reader 'my queen' in a hushed voice during the wedding night and in high valyrian bc its still a treason but shes HIS Majestic Eternal Wife. i really wanted to make it short but got carried away so pt 2 again. sorry TT

idk what his cat is doing so silly HAHHAH

HELLLOOOOOOO

meowmeow, sweety! 'you gave yourself away' you dont think these were accidents, dont you?)

well i just thought 'oh well i know who she is now'

im glad to be here too.

a little uncomfy though bc i still feel like im scamming your subs TT bc usually just some people who just send messages r anons and those who have at least ups r some bloggers. but alright.

scamming my subs? first of all what? subs? is this youtube? i- no one is being scammed ??? you can send me as many messages as you want. also 'at least ups r some bloggers' i dont know what you mean T_T

pathetic man evil meow meow TT yeah we love him.

HAHAH

'i’ll even distort reality if i have to' tbh sounds like a good fic idea for me...

/: i mean its what happening to THIS fic so HAHAH

'its more of a compliment to viserys' yk i also was confused when vissy called daemon 'son'. i was WTF. bc while its understandable why daemon acts like that, why vissy acts like this?? esp if the difference between them is 4 years (idk but you said 'too' so ig so?)? at first i even thought maybe its a twisted dream of daemon TT

no T_T it wasn't viserys calling him son wasn't him trying to say 'oh im older than you and this is our dynamic, father and child' it was more like, he froze because daemon thinks he's their dad and so he's just pretending to be who daemon thinks he is so that #1, he'll get the closure he wants in this moment, #2 he'll listen to what he'll say, #3 it's easier to go with it rather than tryna explain smth to a drunk man. i guess that part wasnt very clear. i thought people might confuse his intention there and i was right T_T it be like that its ok it was too next level and i knew it

'everyone deserves love even stinky daemon' FUCK GHDKFHFJ i meant to write he thinks he does NOT deserve love (thats why neither from wife nor). HGJDF my sleepy mind just read the previous not as the negative and was like in english they dont say that so no.

ah i see HAHAHA that makes more sense AHAHAAHHA he is looking for love everywhere T_T its ok ur sleepy mind mind needed sleep sleep

so silly TT like daemon seeks hes brother approval (thought he gives it to him in a way), he insists that his WIFE hates him (though she still took a ring and made wedding promises), he REEKS of insecurities abt not deserving love.

HE DOES HES A PATHETIC LIL WET CAT WHOS SO INSECURE WITH HIS DADDY ISSUES

'FOR YOU FOR NOTICING' dont forget i passed an exam where you dont have right answers you just analyse the texts and write 5 essays. i notice too much. not always write abt it (bc ive been writing these 2 replies for 3? hours or so) but always notice.

T_T HELP THE EFFORT YOU TOOK FOR ME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE MY HEART MY SOUL

'even tho ur siblingless' im siblingless but not eyeless? mindless? 5 essays girl.

HAHHAHAHAHA OK HAHAHHAHAHAHA

'DONT APOLOGIZE' i remember how you enjoyed my first expressive reply so im sorry i cant give you these emotions anymore

T_T im touched you remember. im just glad to get anything you are willing to give my love <3

( 'a very specific reason i added it in the first place' 😶 TUMBLR DONT LET ME PUT THIS STUNNED EMOJI WITH THE HAND BUT NO BLUSH. nvm. will the dragons' skeletons regain muscles and soft tissues and become real or will oberyn martell come to life out of his coat?

HELP ??? WHAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH no no it's nothing like that... or is it HAAHH

'ITS A FANFIC BUT ITS NOT' HAJSJD catmom youre so mean.

HAHAHAHAH its what she deserves for making get into pedro pascal

AND how come you promise to watch tlou but dont watch doctor who😡 youre so cruel and dont like me and matt smith and good plot and twisted timelines.

T_T i only agreed to watch 1 episode. ive watched 3 episodes for doctor who! i love you and i also🤢love🤢matt smith but taking on doctor who is so much more daunting than that zombie flic. and again i'll only watch 1 ep. if its tHAT good then i'll watch more

'something so deeply intimate' yeah absolutely understand. i nave a specific form of my name which can make me literally cry when called.

see 😩

'he would 100% make a shrine for her and worship the ground she walks on' he better make it up for her for waiting for 2000 years for him.

ASHFHE:LFHEF ??? BUT THAT WASNT HIS FAULT T_T H:ASFHLAKSHFKALSFH AFHASLFHALSFHAFH SO MEAN TO DAEMON AND FOR WHAT HAHAHHAH DESERVE

'NOW I WANNA WRITE SOME AEMOND FICS' NOT hinting on that idea with the hades and persephone, no, ABSOLUTELY NOT😶

omg i forgot about that!! we'll see. i have some aemonf reqs collecting dust in my queue so lol HAD:HASDAS i might do those first

are these 2 kitties aemond and aegon while investigating? gsdjmlsk

SFDHKAFHAFHASF OMG MAYBE HAHAHAHAH CUTIES

'HELP ME THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLY AND BREIFLY PUT' ooh thanks. hope its a compliment.

IT IS A COMPLIMENT IT IS A COMPLIMENT I LOVE THE IMAGREY YOU MADE FOR EVERYTHING T_T UGH I THINK YES I THINK SERVING I THINK SLAY

also. ive just thought. i can see daemons horniness as not so real desire to have sex with he reader but to feel her closer and get some familiar and more tangible confirmation of their love, bond and her not going away. makes sense.

youre SO SO SOSO RIGHT HES SUCH A SIMP AND PATHETIC AND STUPID AND I LOVE THAT IN A MAN

'to be super tender and sweet and full of love' YES! big brains think the same! absolutely yes! in this case its essential! although all dominant daemon is hot, i can imagine him being subby more often than anyone wants to agree and also so pretty.

;KDFGHLKHG;LKDHSGDK YUM YUM I LOVE THAT SO MUCH ;SAHGF;LHASD;FHAS;LDKFHADS;LKFHASD;KLFGHDAS;FLKGHASDF;GADFL;KJASDGF;KJSDAGF;KSDAJFGSAD;KFJD NOT ME WANTING TO SKIP EVERYTHING AND JUST WRITE THAT SKDF;SKFG;SKFGKFGSDKFFK;GF;SAFG;SADKFGAS;FGSADF;

SORRY i got distracted. i can see him as the type to just kiss readers shoulder/neck/arm/any bare skin he can see whenever he can to just feel her and confirm that shes with him, not leaving him, not always sexually.

YOU AND ME BOTH JUST THIS ^^^^^ THIS EVERYTHING THIS^^^^

'if you dont feel comfy reading smut if i do write it just skip it' 1) thanks for caring abt me🥺 2) i reblogged frost bite... girl...

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH IM LAUGHING SO HARD OK AHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH

'I 100% MEANT' OMG TT no but imagine him calling reader 'my queen' in a hushed voice during the wedding night and in high valyrian bc its still a treason but shes HIS Majestic Eternal Wife.

;SKLFH;SDHFSDHHAHD;AHSDAHDADASDH WHAT DO YOU MEAN IN A HUSHED VOICE MANS ABOUT TO SAY MY QUEEN IN HIS VOWS ON MIC WITH THE SPEAKERS ON MAX IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WORLD FUCK TREASON HE LOVES AEMMA SO MUCH AND WOULD KILL FOR HER BUT YN IS

HIS QUEEN

AND AINT NO ONE ABOUT TO GET IT TWISTED HE WOULD COMMIT THE MOST UNHOLY OF CRIMES FOR HER AND THATS ON PERIOD

i really wanted to make it short but got carried away so pt 2 again. sorry TT

DONT EVEN APOLOGIZE IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN but i do have to finish my homework and do laundry so i might read your other messages later

xxx

i love you thank you so much for this response. i hope you are doing well

#slavyanskiyahui cutie #anon ask #my beloved anons #modern!daemon anon #ask #modern!daemon nonnie

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sunstar121 · 4 years ago

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hey heres some assorted thoughts about traitorboo (+ traitorboo in sbi)

-ranboo is careful. of course he is, have you seen how anxious the man is?

-he never lets himself be seen going through the portal. he always takes an invis pot or pearls/teleports next to it/away from it

-hes got a little house near technos- nothing big, just a little cabin that he stores supplies in and sleeps in when he visits

-the basement of the cabin is a safe room, mostly used for when people from the rest of the smp come to visit techno

-techno: is that quackity on the horizon? what is he doi-

-ranboo, already halfway in his safe room:

-he calls the cabin his vacation house, and jokingly builds a palm tree outside of it

-(he hopes that it stays that way. he doesnt want to think about it becoming his permanent house)

-(doesnt want to think about what that would mean)

-when he first built it, he left it very bare- the inside had a crafting table, a furnace, a couple chests, and a bed. that's it

-one day when he was in l'manburg, techno and phil snuck over and decorated the place

-im talking fancy carpets and banners, custom art, flower pots, brewing stands, bookshelves, extra decorations to the outside, you name it the lads added it

-ranboo, eyes wide: wha-what happened to my house?

-phil: ah, we thought, well, since you're spending more time here, we thought we'd make your place a little nicer! least we can do for all you've helped us, mate.

-ranboo, in tears: o-oh

-he bonds with edward, and the two frequently gossip about other members of the server to the immediate dismay of everyone around

-edward: O⍑ ᒲ|| ⊣𝙹↸ ↸╎↸ ||𝙹⚍ ⍑ᒷᔑ∷ ∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ w╎ꖎʖ⚍∷ ↸╎↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ 𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ↸ᔑ||?

-ranboo: O⍑ ᒲ|| ⊣𝙹↸ ᓭ!¡╎ꖎꖎ

-edward: ʖ╎ℸ ̣ ᓵ⍑ ʖ∷𝙹⚍⊣⍑ℸ ̣ ᔑ ᓭ⍑ᒷᒷ!¡ ╎リ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ! iℸ ̣ ʖ╎ℸ ̣ ᒲᒷ!

-techno, clutching his head: please for the love of god stop shit talking in a language I cant understand

-he gets. a little paranoid about his memory book

-bc in this au he spends more time with tommy and learns about the shit dreams done, he gets really paranoid that dream might try to recruit him (they have very similar ideas and morals, after all)

-and he gets very paranoid that dream/dreams allies might try to tamper with his book

-because of that, he now keeps three versions of the book, all of which are updated with the same information;

-one in his inventory(the og), one in his enderchest, and one in his safe room

-techno 'accidentally' leaves one of his dogs in ranboos house. ranboo adopts them and names them Dog Log

-he never said he was good at naming things

-in terms of sibling dynamics, he acts like the middle child that completely abuses the fact that they're mostly overlooked by the parents

-he gets away with so much shit, and the sbi boys are both upset and surprised at how much he gets away with

-ghostbur has a counter of how many shenanigans in a row ranboo has committed without getting chewed out by phil

-current total: 10 shenanigans (one of which being putting pink dye in phils shampoo and poorly framing techno. everyone is still flabbergasted that he didnt get caught)

-its not even that phil doesnt see the shenanigans happening. he does see it most of the time, usually he either just doesnt care or has other things to worry about

-tommy: dad this is COMPLETE favouritism. you literally just saw ranboo steal technos pick and rename it 'pick on someone ya own size'

-phil: yes. but I also saw you take carls armour and rename him 'sub to tommyinnit'. can. you can see why I'm chewing you out, right? you can see how the thing you did was worse, right?

-this only fuels ranboo even more. his power grows

-both ranboo and techno are really bad with the cold, and tommy 'clingyinnit' innit takes ABSOLUTE advantage of this

-what I'm trying to say is: sbi cuddle piles ('for warmth! you guys are cold! it's for warmth!') are very common after ranboo joins

-in the beginning, techno is very worried for his new brothers combat skills

-i mean, the guy kinda just sat on the sidelines instead of fighting when the butcher army came around, right? hes probably bad at combat and wanted the others to handle it

-so when they start training, techno isnt expecting much. he starts out by teaching ranboo some piglin fighting stances, and his brother seems pretty receptive to them

-eventually techno asks ranboo to spar with him, yaknow, to see how hes doing?

-he absolutely does not expect ranboo to bust out some balls-to-the-walls hybrid fighting moves

-ranboo is light on his feet, and practically leaps and jumps through the entire battle, weaving around technos heavy attacks with relative ease

-ranboo loses, of course ('technoblade never dies'), but does delight in the flabbergasted look techno gives him

-(he uses a hybrid set of End fighting moves and skywars moves. they make him incredibly quick in battle, and give him an incredibly fast reaction speed)

#chris.txt #ranboo #traitorboo epic moments #traitorboo #dsmp #dreamsmp #oh this got long lol #feel free to send me ur thoughts about traitorboo! i have brainrot #sbi

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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m a s t e r l i s t (n - z)

updated: 9/27/2020

▹ - sfw

▸ - nsfw

notes: this list is put in alphabetical order by last name and then from oldest to most recent fic. please do not judge any of the older pieces too harshly as they were pretty bad! as of january 2020, drabbles will no longer be added to masterlist.

this is the masterlist for characters with last names n - z

masterlist for characters with last names a - m

do not repost any of my fics without permission.

sero hanta

▸ pocky challenge — kinktober day 10 (scenario)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ colors — you can see peoples colorful auras (scenario)

shigaraki tomura

▹ kitty cat — shigaraki is a cat hybrid with a rash (hc)

▸ ready player one — kinktober day 5 (scenario)

▸ ahegao face — his reaction to your ahegao face (drabble)

▸ power — you were known to bring powerful men to their knees (scenario)

shindou yo

▸ twice — kinktober day 30 (drabble)

shinsou hitoshi

▸ cat lingerie — shinsou catches you in cat shaped lingerie (hc)

▹ ignored — in which he doesn’t acknowledge you anymore (drabble)

▹ don’t do this — being a hero means making hard calls (drabble)

▹ blood — please don’t close your eyes (drabble)

▸ torture threesome — in which shinsou is your third with bakugou (drabble)

▹ soulmate shit — you two just can’t be seperated can you (drabble)

▸ fantasy — you’re hot and you flaunt it (drabble)

▹ heartbreak — shinsou’s hiding a secret from you (drabble)

▸ here, kitty, kitty — kinktober day 9 (scenario)

▸ trust — kinktober day 25 (scenario)

▸ dom!shinsou — what’s he into when he doms (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▸ scarves — using a capturing weapon in bed is a thing (drabble)

▹ study dates — studying with shinsou is always a trip (drabble)

▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)

▸ jealous — when men touch you, shinsou gets jealous (drabble)

▸ sensei — being a pro hero means having a will of steel, too bad for shinsou that will of steel has one major kryptonite: a schoolgirls skirt. (scenario)

takami keigo (hawks)

▸ situational — you two are stuck together and tension rises (drabble)

▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)

▸ caught in the act — kinktober day 15 (scenario)

▸ heats — how takami is during his heats (drabble)

▸ his ahegao — you react to his ahegao face (hc)

▸ ahegao face — takami reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ overstimulation — how he overstimulates you (hc)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▸ booty — slap his ass (drabble)

▸ dorm room — in which takami sneaks into your dorm room (drabble)

▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)

▸▹ dating — hc’s for dating takami (hc)

▹ because I love you — he broke up with you to save you, but he still wants you (scenario)

▹ frosting mishaps — baking with takami is disastrous as always (scenario)

▹ do you trust me — will you take the birds hand or die? (drabble)

takeyama yu (mt. lady)

▸ lingerie dreams — kinktober day 21 (scenario)

todoroki enji (endeavor)

▸ seven — rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. todoroki enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride. (scenario)

todoroki touya dabi

▹ stronger than you — dabi is a dad now and his son is just like him (scenario)

▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)

▸ werewolf lover — they’re horny and you’re asexual (hc)

▹ stay in bed — dabi doesn’t want to let you go in the morning (drabble)

▹ wedding date — youre desperate for a date, and dabi wants a kiss (drabble)

▸ louder — make dabi a subby bitch (hc)

▹ 2 am call — you need dabi at two in the morning (drabble)

▹ laughter — dabi’s laugh is not cute but thats okay (drabble)

▸ scream my name — dabi won’t stop until you’re screaming (drabble)

▸ add another — how many fingers will fit in you (drabble)

▸ blindfolds — with no sight you sit and wait (drabble)

▹ glass doors — you run into a glass door (drabble)

▸ no boundaries — dabi will fuck you anywhere no matter the mood (drabble)

▹ you missed — getting stuck in a closet is always weird (drabble)

▸ 4 times dabi wanted you; 1 time he got you — kinktober day 1 (scenario)

▸ piercings — what piercings does he have? (hc)

▸ ahegao face — dabi reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ size — dabi with a size kink (hc)

▹ happy birthday — sometimes dabi just needs a hug (drabble)

todoroki natsuo

▹ todoroki-sensei — todoroki natsuo is an esteemed trauma surgeon, and you’re the volunteer that won’t leave his mind (scenario)

▸ study breaks — natsuo needs a break and you’ll give him one (drabble)

▸ mamihlapinatapai — mamihlapinatapai: the wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. (scenario)

todoroki shouto

▹ strawberry milk and watermelon seeds — first piece on tumblr (scenario)

▹ childhood lover — going from childhood friends to lovers (hc)

▹ seven days late - part two— shouto leaves for seven days and has nothing to say for it (scenario)

▹ sleeping — how the two of you sleep together (hc)

▹ not ready — shouto reveals the horrors of his childhood (scenario)

▹ welcome home: the series — part one part two part three part four part five the adventures of your family with shouto and your baby, kaito. (scenarios)

▹ captured — in which youre captured by villains and chaos starts (hc)

▸ and they were roommates: the series — part one part two part three modern!au. there are many issues when getting a new roommate. you just never expected your issue would be fucking your hot roommate every chance you had (scenario)

▹ i love you? — shouto realizes he’s in love with you and needs help (hc)

▹ lip synch queen — you enjoy lip synching songs to shouto (hc)

▹ I think I’m pregnant — you believe you’re pregnant with your ex’s baby (hc)

▹ meeting the todorokis — shouto introduces you to his family finally (scenario)

▹ concerts and songs — shouto takes you on a date to a concert (scenario)

▹ staying home — you like to stay home and thats okay (scenario)

▸ I hate you - part two — shouto is a villain and you’re the one he’s after (scenario)

▹ gone for too long — long distance relationships suck sometimes (scenario)

▹ hollow — youre an assassian; shouto is your target (hc)

▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)

▸ my girl — jealous lovers and work don’t mix (scenario) part two

▹ drinks — shouto is upset and you are on the receiving end (drabble)

▹ confessions — you’re dying and you have to confess (drabble)

▹ come back — shouto doesn’t want to leave the bed (drabble)

▸ fuckboy — in which shouto is a fuckboy and you’re his target (drabble)

▹ dumbass — you threaten shouto with a good time (drabble)

▹ you never came — shouto never shows up to a date (drabble)

▹ apologies — shouto apologizes for being mean (drabble)

▹ hold me — shouto’s quirks come in handy to keep warm or cold (drabble)

▹ what’s happening — shouto bangs his head really hard (drabble)

▸ broken hopes — makeup sex is bittersweet (drabble)

▸ dirty talk — you help shouto improve his dirty talk (drabble)

▸ spring showers — bodies slick with rain, lips dancing with passion (oneshot)

▹ sickness and affliction — shouto burns you (scenario) part two alt ending actual fluff ending

▹ believe in me — all you want is for shouto to believe in you the same way he believes in momo (scenario)

▸ body swap — you trade bodies with shouto, hormones ensue (drabble)

▸ shut up — shouto fucks you on the common room couch (drabble)

▹ tsundere — you’re a bit of a tsundere (hc)

▹ done — theres always bitterness in cheating (drabble)

▹ my heart — shouto is a fighter and youre the girl who cant watch him dance with death anymore (drabble)

▸ like ice — you’re as cold as ice and shouto has to warm you up ;) (scenario)

▹ cupcakes — you make cupcakes with shouto (hc)

▹ gone — youre gone and shouto is not okay (drabble)

▹ drinking — you get drunk with shouto (hc)

▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)

▸ awaken — kinktober day 4 (scenario)

▹ faint — you wont let shouto die, not now (drabble)

▹ trust me — kissing a pretty girl is always a good distraction (drabble)

▸ orders — shouto orders you to touch yourself (drabble)

▹ ships — you make a cardboard ship with shouto (drabble)

▹ because of you — shouto gives a lovely speech about you (scenario)

▸ attraction — kinktober day 27 (scenario)

▸ sugar daddy — shouto as your sugar daddy (hc)

▹ of love and flowers — you’re in love with shouto, but is it a tragedy? (scenario)

▸ usagi and hito — kinktober day 31 (scenario)

▸ foursome — todobakukiri foursome (hc)

▸ sub — how he is as a sub (hc)

▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▹ happiness: the series — soulmates have the name of their other half inked on their wrists on the youngest eighteenth birthday, but why is yours rejecting you? happiness part one bravado part two amelioration part three

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ marshmallow kisses — roasting marshmallows with shouto (scenario)

▹ fools — shouto is in love with you, but no one wants to confess (scenario)

▸ bathtub memories — you masturbate to an old memory (scenario)

▸ under the mistletoe — the mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. too bad shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.

▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)

▹ tortillas — you use shouto to make tortillas (drabble)

▹ writers block — you have writers block and shouto comforts you (scenario)

▹ replacement — momo dies and you and shouto try healing together (scenario) renewed part two

▹ love letters — shouto writes a letter for every day the two of you are together (scenario)

▹ fifteen kisses — fourteen different kisses you give shouto; the one different kiss he gives you (scenario)

▹ exchange — shouto would do anything for you, even dying for you (drabble)

▸ desperate — shouto takes teasing to the extreme (drabble)

▹ too late — shoutos realization is too late (drabble)

▸ please leave — you wake up to see pro heroes shouto and ground zero naked in your bedroom (drabble)

▸ house sitting & concupcience — in which Endeavor asks Shouto for a favor, and Shouto decides to take his payment by fucking you on his bed.

▸ winner takes it all — shouto wins a contest where the grand prize is getting to have you sit on his face.

▹ memories — shouto loses his memories, and you can’t do anything but watch as your world falls apart.

▸ wall fucks — shouto fucks you against a wall in endeavors agency.

▸ seven minutes — shouto signs up to have anonymous sex; you’re the lucky bitch who gets him.

▹ a brush of luck — in a world where soulmates exist you can communicate yours with a brush of a pen. It just doesn’t help that you are a certified idiot with a skill in misplacing things.

▸ forehead fantasies — you can’t help but fantasize on your boyfriend’s forehead that always remains hidden.

▹ pay attention to me — you want shouto’s attention, but he’s a bit too occupied with trivial things.

▹ shallow or deep — “why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. it was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn’t good enough for you?

▹ model-worthy — sleepy mornings in with shouto.

▸ deception — “don’t you see what he’s doing to you?! he’s hurt you way more than what’s acceptable in a sparring march! you’re bruised and hurting, and he sure as hell doesn’t seem to care that this is the state he’s left you in.” — or in which, hawks manipulates how you view your boyfriend, shouto.

▸ aphrodite — “aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. you might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.” — or, in which pro hero shouto falls in love with a dominatrix cam girl, only to find out that she’s quite a weirdo in real life.

▹ eternal love — a simple love story between a tattoo artist and a flower shop owner.

▸ taoreta — the world is in ruins, but there’s beauty in everything. shouto is reminded of that when he crosses paths with a survivor who kisses him at the first meeting.

▹ strawberry milk and strawberry milk (rewritten) — how to get through the worst summer heat: have a sweet drink, eat sweet fruit, and have someone with the sweetest kiss around.

▹ before you go — before you go, tell me this meant something to you.

▸ hole in the wall — in a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with holes in the wall that has him coming back for more.

togata mirio

▸ teasing — touching yourself means teasing mirio (drabble)

▹ dead — you died and now mirio can’t live (drabble)

▸ until the last one comes — kinktober day 7 (scenario)

▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▹ sunflower — mirio tries figuring out a nickname for you (oneshot)

▸ the big three — they want you (hc)

▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)

▸ itadakimasu — mirio always says one thing before eating, yes that includes you (drabble)

▸ doggy style — mirio fucks you good (hc)

▹ christmas morning — mirio gives you a wonderful christmas morning (scenario)

▸ unbreakable — mirios afraid to hurt you, but you want more (drabble)

▹ soulmates — soulmates don’t exist, but mirio thinks youre his (drabble)

toyomitsu taishiro (fatgum)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ mornings after — taishiro always knows how to make mornings the best

uraraka ochako

▸▹ villain uraraka hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

usagiyama rumi

▹ that final phone call — miruko is one tough rabbit, but eventually even the toughest of people need a helping hand. (scenario)

utsushimi camie

▹ home for the holidays — camie meets your family (scenario)

yagi toshinori (all might)

▹ years — youre sir’s sister who was in love with all might for years (drabble)

yamada hizashi

▹ back off — even aizawa is prone to jealousy (scenario)

▹ ice skating — you go on an ice skating date with hizashi (scenario)

▹ swimsuit tops — losing your bikini top is never a good memory (scenario)

▹ sweater — you lost you sweater, you wonders who has it (drabble)

▹ laughter — hizashi has never heard you laugh before (drabble)

▹ under the mistletoe — holidays are for lovers, and you’re married (scenario)

▸ sexy times — just some headcanons (hc)

yaoyorozu momo

▸ never have I ever — kinktober day 11 (scenario)

yoarashi inasa

▹ passion, passion, and more passion — childhood friends to lovers (hc)

▸ too hot — you play a game where you’re only allowed to kiss (drabble)

▹ laughter — inasa’s laughter is loud and contagious and you love it (drabble)

▸ sensitive — inasa exploits your sensitive nipples (drabble)

▹ pounce! — inasa jumps on you (drabble)

▹ stay warm — please don’t pass out, please don’t... (drabble)

▸ fantasy — you make his wildest dream come true (drabble)

▸ bday fun — you let inasa have fun on his birthday (drabble)

▸ high sex — high sex with inasa includes (hc)

#masterlist #burnedbyshoto masterlist

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tay6119 · 4 years ago

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Beach Episode BEACH EPISODE

ALRIGHT, it is time.

Finally off work and I have my snacks and way too much energy so here’s your tales of the SMP recap even thought I’m probably the last person to watch it at this point.

I hope it’s better than the last one :,)

I’m sorry this is so so long, I couldn’t help myself...

- Just wanna start by saying Karl is a real one for putting these together and putting in so much work. Great way to include less lore affiliated people

- I LOVE THEIR SKINS THEY’RE REALLY CUTE ESPECIALLY BBH

- Sapnap’s skin went from cute to like lowkey hot

- d r e a m’s skin... at least he dressed up this time

- Gog being sad to get those pity points as usual /lh

- “we’re supposed to be having fun Dream leave me alone” “I am having fun”

- basically a manhunt, but it’s off brand

- KARL’S SKIN IS SO CUTE OMG

- “wHaT cOuLd iT PoSsIbLy mEaN” more great acting from Dream

- all of them saying woah at once was really cute to me idk why-

- Dream just wants to kill everyone, staying on brand for C!Dream

- treasure hunt treasure hunt treasure hunt

- Anti-Gogy propaganda

- Karl really thought they would all work together no questions asked

- These are always so chaotic but i love it sm, nice break from everything in regular lore

- “now that George is gone”

- “I always hate you Dream”

- “George and Dream stop fighting”

- Karl is trying so hard to continue the story but everyone is just-

- “from the top you’re going to make it drop” “why does that sound familiar” BBH PLEASE

- George and dream can’t leave each other alone oml

- “there’s a prize for people rping” “what if my character is a serial killer” DREAM PLEASE

- They all fell to their deaths trying to jump off the lighthouse and into the water

- “get maximum... air”

- GEORGE that’s a volleyball

- Ranboo just straight up being drowned out by everyone else :,)

- “Ranboo read it” KARL U READ MY MIND EVEN THO IM WATCHING THIS ACTOR THE FACT

- Ranboo getting into it and like lowkey doing a voice

- “dream we’re walking together” George sounds so whiny lmfao /lh

- SAPNAP’S PIRATE VOICE

- BAD’S PIRATE VOICE

- Manifesting a gogy pirate voice even tho it won’t happen

- Dream leaving the area halfway through bad leaving shows his speedrun genes

- Chat participation :00

- THE TWITCH PRIME PROMO

- “none, we get zero” DREAM PLEASE

- “Ranboo do you think they love you enough” “no” RANBOO HAD NO HESITATION

- “It says, Sapnap is a nimrod” GEORGE PLEASE

- ALSO GEORGE’S PIRATE VOICE LETS GOOOOO

- Ranboo coming in clutch

- “Why is Dream killing everyone” “I’m not killing everyone” yeah George, he’s just killing you

- My two favs George and Ranboo boating away together <33

- I braved chat and someone said “GO MEMORY BOY GO”

- Now every time George fake cries/goes all sad boi I can’t stop thinking about Dream saying he does it to get pity and it always works lmfao

- “log off if you’re not up for it” Dream, George, and Sapnap all leave guys dteam ship is canon now

- Bad dies in lava “don’t worry I saved the book”

- George being all giggly and not paying attention while him and Dream fight ahh I’m soft

- Dream in a boat what will he do

- Dream is muted and didn’t realize

- George yells for Dream to come back to take him with ahhhhhh

- Sapnap screaming “arggggg”

- “did he fail rp??”

- “Oh my arggg”

- “me and dream, me and dream are gonna win”

- “Dream and George forever for a hundred years” GOG I CANT TAKE IT STOP

- Chat spamming DNF omg

- “Dream woke up and chose violence”

- Dream tries to kill George and then Sapnap hits him and Dream dies instead

- “ALL MY BOATS”

- KARL COVERED THE CHEST WITH SAND

- Sapnap and Ranboo duo is something we needed

- SAPNAP AND RANBOO HAVE ME SCREAMING THEYRE EVERYTHING

- “you know saying muffinhead really throws off the pirate vibe yee got going”

- Gogy gets all hype cause he find it and makes happy noises I LOVE HIM

- George is an attention whore /lh

- George becomes scottish

- “when we get back to the mainland we kill George” surprising not Dream, but BBH

- George has less of a sense of direction than I do,,, and that’s saying a lot

- Ranboo woke up and chose violence

- Dream why u so obsessed with Gog

- Sapnap and Ranboo continue to be iconic

- Dream stop speedrunning this is rp

- Audience chooses who wins lmfaooo if Ranboo doesn’t win I’ll be so upset, him or Sapnap, but RANBOO

- “it would be really funny if I won” SHUT UP DREAM

- SAPNAP CALLED RANBOO HIS PARTNER IN CRIME LET’S GOOOO

- george and dream using console to kill each other

- DREAM SOUNDS SO WHIPPED WHEN HE SAYS “George I’ll give you one more chance”

- George mimicking Dream ujhytgrfed

- THEY REALLY STOLE THE THING AS SOON AS KARL LEFT

- CORINNA GIFTED SUBS BRUH

- Dream you don’t have the right to be calling anyone a simp

- “how many subs for a whitelist” RANBOO PLEASE

- “you cannot stab my partner with yee fist”

- “I am duck beard”

- RANBOO WON WITH 73% LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

- “piggy mcpiggy foot” GEORGE PLEASE

- “everybody’s less violent now” yeah ok

- KARLNAP KISS

- RANBOO GETS 50 GIFTED SUBS WOOOOO, HE ALSO GETS THE SWORD WOOOOO it’s hella op lmao,

- 20 subs for everyone there, i love u Karl u are blessed

- “he has the sword don’t kill him RUN”

- Ranboo is literally the best i love him T_T

- Ranboo gets banned LMFAO “reason: oof”

if you actually read that all... wow

#dream smp #tales of the smp #'liveblogging'#karl jacobs #dream #georgenotfound #ranboo #sapnap #badboyhalo #mine

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reynie-muldoons · 3 years ago

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'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

#mbs disney+#mbs liveblog #the dance of the celestial orb #the mysterious benedict society #charity's talkies

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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You Can Make It Up To Me

Ok sorry if its too late or its already been done just thought id ask anyway, for the 1000 followers celebration why not throw it back to the early days, what about a sequel to "I'll make it up to you" based on another time rog comes home after being away for a while? Maybe reader cant keep to her promise this time? 😊 have been hooked on your writing since I read that fic!! ❤

I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rog, sub!Reader, edging and denial, chastity belt, oral sex (male receiving), facial, mentions of spanking though it doesn’t really feature, mentions of cockwarming though it doesn’t really feature either, it’s really just a fuckload of edging lmao

Words: 9,307

A/N: Listen, ya’ll should know by now I have a denial kink. You suggest a fic with edging and i fucking run with it.

This was another request from my 1000 followers celebration roughly a year ago. Apologies to the person who requested it for taking so long, I hope you’re still around and you see this!

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You’d thought edging for a week was hard. Oh how wrong you’d been. A week was a piece of fucking cake compared to the two months you’d been asked to endure this time. Stupid Roger. Stupid you. You’d been a fool to agree to the edging challenge again. You let Roger sweet talk you and convince you it’d be fun and hot and maybe he was a little bit right. Maybe you were turned on just from the suggestion of being edged for an extended period of time. He knew that and he used it against you as he cooed about how much he loved seeing you desperate and how good it had been last time he’d been away and how much fun you’d had playing with it all those times since, but they’d all been so short and wouldn’t it be fun to go for longer. And that was all very true, but you’d still been an idiot to agree to it. Two months! What had you been thinking? You supposed it could be worse. They could have been doing the whole tour in one hit, leaving you with much longer to get through. But that was by the by really. You’d never have lasted longer. You hadn’t even lasted the two months you’d agreed to. Roughly half a month from Roger’s return and you’d fucked up. Gone over the edge without meaning to. And he was going to call at the previously agreed upon check in time and you’d have to tell him and then be punished when he got home. Maybe you could distract him, get him talking about the tour and stuff. Technically you were meant to save all the chatting for the end of the week when he could call earlier and spend longer on the phone but maybe he’d be so homesick he’d forget about the rules you’d agreed on. Or maybe you could just lie about it and get back into your edging routine and still be the same drippy mess he expected to find waiting for him on his return. Ten minutes until he was supposed to call. You had to make your mind up now.

“Love?” “Hi Rog,” You were still apprehensive about the call but the weary drawl in his voice softened your worry, “you sound tired.” “Only just got back to the hotel, how’s my girl?” “Good, how are you? How’s the tour going?” “Love, you know this isn’t a social call, it’s a check in.” Damn. So much for distracting him. “Sorry, I just miss you.” “I miss you too Y/N.” “So let’s just talk for a minute.” A feeble last ditch effort really. “We can talk. About how your edging is going. Tell me what my slut’s been up to.” Double damn. “I’ve been edging Sir,” “Good. How many times today?” “Six.” “Only six?” “I, uh, I got caught up doing o-other things and, um, didn’t have as much time today,” you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. “Is that so? This from the same slut who told me about how she’d been so desperate while driving the two minutes to the supermarket that she’d pulled over halfway to knock one out.” His weariness seemed to evaporate with every word, “What were you doing that was so distracting?” “I- um, it was, um,” He let you stutter and sweat a little before he cut you off, “I’m starting to think you weren’t too preoccupied. I’m starting to think you disobeyed me.” “It was an accident,” you sighed, “I was edging and I slipped up and came. I’m sorry.” “Oh, love, that’s okay. Mistakes happen. And I know we’ve never done it for this long before and it must be so hard to keep stopping.” “It’s so hard!” you half laughed, relieved at his reaction. “I know. You’ve done so well.” “Thank you,” “But you know I will have to punish you when I get home right,” “Sir?” “Not because you slipped over the edge, that I understand completely. But you tried to hide it from me. So you’ll have to make it up to me.” “Yes Sir. How?” “I’m not sure yet. Have you edged much since you went over?” “No, I haven’t touched myself at all. I wasn’t sure I could start again and keep up with it.” “That’s okay. You did such a good job getting this far so we’re not going to worry about edging any more for these last…how many? I think ten days of the tour, whatever. You can have as many orgasms as you want. But I want you to keep count for me okay?” “Okay, yeah, I can do that.” “Yeah? That’s my girl. Why don’t you run grab your vibrator and let me hear you have one now,” “Now?” “I need something to wank to if I’m going to get to sleep any time soon.” “Right, give me two minutes to grab it.” “Take your time, love.”

You hurried to the bedroom to pull open the draw where you kept your toys, not wanting to keep Roger waiting longer than you had to. Your fingers slipped a little as you quickly plugged it into the wall and positioned yourself, picking the phone up and pressing it back to your ear. “Okay, I got it,” “Let me hear it,” You turned it on for a couple of seconds. “Good girl. Now, what are you wearing?” Despite how worn out he must have felt Roger took his time. He made you describe the underwear you wore and told you how he wanted you to touch yourself over your knickers, made you tease yourself while he listened. He told you where to put the vibrator and on which setting and for how long. And you followed every instruction as best you could. You could feel the weeks of edging like every unachieved orgasm was gathered in the pit of your stomach. They made you ache for release. You told Roger as much, less eloquently, begging and whining rather than full sentences. There was a fear he’d lied about letting you cum or that at the very least he was going to make you wait for it. But he didn’t. All you had to say was please Sir and he told you to let go. He didn’t need to tell you twice. Relief washed through every inch of you as your pleasure cracked moans subsided. But he wasn’t finished, and he wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He gave you half a minute to catch your breath and thank him and then he told you to put the vibrator back against your clit. When you whined about being sensitive, he mocked you. His poor pathetic slut who was so worked up she just had to have an orgasm. “But I haven’t had mine and I told you I wanted to listen to you while I got off.” You came again as his grunts of release echoed down the phone line and he let you stop. But he was gentle as you caught your breath, soft words of praise making you feel warm and treasured. He made sure you were okay, reminding you to drink some water and get some rest, before he wished you goodnight, the tiredness returned to his voice, stronger than ever. But his parting reminder to keep count and expect his call the next night sent a shiver down your spine.

Over the six and a half weeks since Roger had left you’d grown accustomed to X-rated dreams. Most nights ended with an edge or two and most mornings began the same way so it was no wonder your dreams quickly picked up the theme and ran with it. In them Roger returned early to surprise you and fuck your brains out. Or else he took you on tour and dressed you in skanky clothes that left nothing to the imagination so he could use you whenever he needed. Sometimes he’d share you with rooms full of men you didn’t recognise but understood worked with the band. Once or twice you’d woken up on the verge of release and cursed dream Roger for being so arousingly evil. You hadn’t expected to have one of those dreams after Roger overstimulated you on the phone but you woke the next morning grinding against the bunched up sheets, with a vague memory of Roger plowing you over his drumkit while a crowd of fans cheered him on. It wasn’t until you were rubbing the sleep from your eyes that you realised it couldn’t have been real. And it was followed by a moment of panic that you’d gone over the edge in your sleep before you remembered everything. The recollection brought a smile to your face as your fingers slipped between your legs. Still a little sore but you could avoid your clit, focus on trying to imitate the way Roger could finger fuck you to orgasm. You were laughing as you came, blissed out on just the notion of being allowed an orgasm. And not just one, as many as you wanted. It was tempting to take another just because you could but instead you forced yourself to get out of bed and start your morning routine. Of course you had to make some adjustments. You’d taken to edging in the shower each evening but instead you allowed yourself the luxury of a bath, coming with the tap gushing directly into your clit. And instead of mindlessly edging while you spread out on the couch and read, you let yourself get off to the erotic novel you were halfway through. It was incredible, even without Roger there to help. The tingle you’d get right before it hit, the one that used to make you pull your hand away. And then the rush of the actual release that made your whole body tense up before relaxing completely. You’d grown so accustomed to edging, gotten so used to the constantly building high that never ended. Actually being able to finish was like a drug and you kept going back for another hit. It was five times when Roger called though he made you do a sixth, once again explaining what he wanted, asking you how it felt. You didn’t complain, didn’t even consider it.

It was the same most days though the number of orgasms you got out declined as Roger got closer to coming home. You were guaranteed one with every call he made to check in on how you were going, but more often than not it ended up being two or three. And he’d always ask for how many you’d had that day and then your total number of orgasms. Whenever you gave him the new numbers you could hear the scratch of a pen as he wrote it down. The night before he returned you reached thirty-nine. “Thirty-nine?” Roger let out a whistle that made you chuckle. “You wanna hear one more? Make it an even forty?” “No,” “Oh, really?” “It’s hilarious how disappointed you sound. But I think I’d like to give you number forty myself, in person.” “I suppose I can wait for that,” “Not long to go,” “You gonna miss touring?” “Yeah, a bit. But I’m gonna be even happier being back home with you.” “Getting to use your slut more like,” He let out a soft, breathy laugh, “There’s that, but also just getting to sleep in the same bed as you sounds so good right now. And your tea. I haven’t had a decent cup since I left.”

You held off on the last orgasm, looking forward to one at Roger’s hands and not just his voice. A little hint of denial to round out the separation. A nice way to bookend the experience, even if you hadn’t managed to last the whole time. But your days of free flowing orgasms meant that his return wasn’t like last time, when you’d be so desperate for release you’d tried to jump him on the front steps. You could wait, let him get settled first. He’d probably want to shower, maybe eat something better than the plane food, maybe sleep off some of the travel, before sex even crossed his mind. Or rather, because it was Roger you were talking about, he was probably thinking about sex already but he’d want to make sure it was good for both of you even if that meant waiting a day or two. So you did what you could to make his return more comfortable, making sure the kettle was on when he arrived, calling out from the kitchen when you heard the door open. He greeted you with a tight hug and a soft kiss and followed it with a contented sigh as you handed him his favourite tea cup and led him out to the couch. He pulled you in close, entwined your fingers again as you chatted and relaxed. You figured that’s how the rest of the afternoon and evening would be, that you’d order take out and stay on the couch until you were ready to shuffle off to bed. So, when Roger’s hand, palm still warm where he’d been holding the teacup, landed on your thigh and began to creep higher, you were a little surprised. “Remind me what your total number of orgasms was again,” “Uh, thirty-nine Sir. But we don’-” “So you didn’t sneak in one more after I hung up?” “No, I wanted to wait for you.” “I’m here now,” “You sure you don’t want to rest? I can wait a bit longer,” “Love, I’ve spent the last however long sitting on a plane, think I’d like to do something a little more…physical.” You couldn’t stop from giggling, couldn’t deny your excitement at the turn the afternoon was taking. “Is that a yes?” “Yes, definitely.” “Then why don’t you go to the bedroom and strip. I’ll finish this perfect cuppa and meet you there. We could do your punishment too, if you’re up for it.” “What’s the punishment going to be, spanking or something?” “Or something,” he said with a laugh. “Okay, yeah, let’s get it over with then,” Roger just laughed again as he leaned forward to kiss you and then sent you on your way.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he entered the room and saw you kneeling on the bed, your clothes scattered around the room, “You wanna know what your punishment is?” “Please,” “Well, because you tried to get away with cumming without permission, I’m going to edge you again. I think one for every orgasm you had sounds fair, don’t you?” “What? But…” “But what, love? You didn’t think I was going to give you a little spank and then forget about it, did you? I can’t have my slut thinking it’s okay to lie to me.” “But you said I could have those orgasms,” “I know. They were a reward for trying so hard to hold off for me. I’m not punishing you for accidentally going over the edge,” he stepped towards you as he spoke, reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your skin softly, “Sorry, I should have been clearer when I left that I wasn’t going to be upset if you didn’t last. Two months is a very long time and it’s hard to keep edging when you’re on your own, especially if you’ve never gone that long before. All I wanted was for you to try and you tried so hard and did so well. I couldn’t be prouder. But then when you did go over, you tried to keep it from me and that’s not on. I expect you to tell me when something like that happens. Otherwise what’s the point in agreeing to all this submissive stuff?” “Sorry, Sir, I know I should have told you,” “Thank you but you’re not getting out of it so easily. Lie back for me,” With a deep breath you did as he asked, shifting against the mattress to get comfortable. “Remind me what your safe word is,” “Red, Sir,” “Good, don’t be afraid to use it if you need to.” You nodded as you watched him walk to the cupboard, your hands already rising over your head in anticipation. He chuckled when he saw you waiting, “so you agree then, I need to tie you down.” “Thirty-nine’s a lot, I won’t be able to stay still,” “Of course you won’t, you’re a needy whore who likes to cum more than’s good for you. Spread your legs for me too, I’m going to tie your ankles.” You did as you were told, earning another chuckle from Roger as he took one wrist and tied it to the corner of the bed frame.

He made you wait there, on display and unable to move, spread eagle on the bed, as he stripped down to his briefs and then stood over you, looking you up and down as if deciding how best to torture you. “Already a little wet,” he said softly, fingers brushing over your pussy. You stayed quiet, worrying at your lip. “I said,” he slapped your thigh and made you jolt, “Already. A little. Wet.” “I’ve been thinking about this since your last call, Sir.” Another slap, this one directly on your pussy, “Hmmm, thirty-nine orgasms in ten days and you’re already asking for more? Such a good slut for me. I’d have loved to see what kind of a mess you were by the time you accidentally came.” You whined as his fingers teased your entrance but he ignored you and kept talking. “I’ll do my best to get you dripping again now but I think I might need to give you a hand getting started, huh,” his fingers left you as he moved to the draws and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. He spread a dollop over two digits before slipping them inside you easily. Instinctively your hips rose to meet him, encouraging his fingers to sink deeper into you. “Maybe I’ll give you a few weeks break and then we might try again, see if you can’t go the whole two months while I’m here. I’ll help you be a good girl, keep you from going over. And then we can see just how drippy you get. I imagine you won’t be able to wear knickers for more than an hour before they’re soaked through. But it’ll make you easy to use. A self-lubricating little toy for me to play with. So desperate and needy.” He grinned as he stretched you out, using his other thumb to collect some of your rapidly pooling arousal and spreading it over your clit, paying close attention to how you jerked in your restraints, watching for any sign of the release you weren’t allowed, “You like the sound of that?” “Y-yes, Sir,” “Thought you would. I definitely do.” He shifted the position of his fingers seamlessly, almost second nature. “Fuck, close, ‘m close,” He pulled both hands away from you, smoothing them over your thighs, “Thank you for telling me.” The familiar disappointment of a subsiding orgasm made you sigh but otherwise you kept quiet, not wanting Roger to hear you complain after just one edge. The first of many. Roger waited thirty seconds before he started in on you again, enough time for the orgasm to completely disappear so he could slowly rebuild the pleasure to the same point before he pulled his hands away again. There was another half minute pause before he repositioned his fingers where you so badly wanted them to be and began building you up once more. “What a pitiful little whine that was. And we’re only just getting started, love.” Roger stilled his fingers as he laughed again. “Fuck,” “Maybe. If you’re lucky. But for now,” he curled his fingers inside you, watching every reaction closely as he pumped them into you, stilling as you neared the edge again. He didn’t remove them though, just held them in you as you calmed so he could begin again as soon as you’d settled. “That’s three done, thirty-six to go,” You groaned but nodded your acceptance. Roger played you as well as he would any of his instruments, keeping you right at the edge as you jerked and jolted in your restraints, desperately trying to get just a little more, one more thrust, one more stroke, anything to finally feed the craving. It was blissful torture. But it was so much better with him physically there. Edging for him on your own was fine but nothing beat the way it felt to have him do it for you. The pure submission, the total lack of control. He owned your orgasms. You willingly gave them to him and now he owned them, controlled them.

Roger enjoyed it as much as you did, the evidence becoming clearer with every pleading whine you gave him, though you were too distracted to notice. It only became obvious to you how turned on he was when he got up to take his underwear off and your eyes fell to his erect cock. He settled himself back between your legs and tapped the head of his dick against your sensitive clit. “What d’you think, slut? Should I fuck you now?” “Please,” “Awww you really want it don’t you?” “Yes, yes Sir, I really want it,” “My good little whore likes Sir’s cock, doesn’t she?” “Yeah,” “Especially in her cunt,” “Yeah,” “Yeah. But we have a problem.” Roger shuffled over you, straddling your hips, “See, it’s been a while.” “Months, Sir,” Roger chuckled, “Exactly, months. And I just worry that I’m going to enjoy being in your cunt again so much that I forget to edge you. And I don’t want that. Not after you’ve been so good for me.” “It’s okay Sir, you can fuck me. I promise I’ll be good,” “I know you would try to be good, but accidents could happen and I’m not ready to let you cum yet, even accidentally. What kind of a punishment would that be? So, instead, I’m going to use another hole I’ve missed, okay?” You agreed, though really it didn’t feel like you had many other options besides taking it or safe-wording and you definitely weren’t ready for things to end. “Good girl,” Roger cooed, leaning forward to kiss you softly before he repositioned himself. You giggled as he somewhat clumsily turned around, but the laughter died as he moved to kneel over your face instead. “Sir?” Roger wrapped his hand around his cock, “Yes, slut?” “Can I have my hands please?” “I think you can manage without them,” Roger said, “But how about this?” He leaned forward to release the ties around your ankles before settling back, his bollocks resting against your lips. He seemed to be waiting so you opened your mouth, laving your saliva over them with your tongue. “Good girl,” Roger hummed as you sucked one testicle into your mouth, a small part of you hoping that if you did enough, he’d be lenient and reduce your punishment. “If it get’s too much, stamp your foot okay?” You raised your legs so your feet were flat on the bed and stamped one to show you understood. “Good girl,” Roger said, pressing a kiss to your knee before he readjusted his position, letting his cock find your mouth.

At first Roger contented himself with rocking slowly, letting you grow comfortable with the position. You had no control over how deep he pressed into you or how often but he kept his movement measured and careful, making sure he wasn’t overwhelming you, and you kept up as best you could, running your tongue along his length and sucking on his head. It got harder when he leaned forward and attached his lips to your cunt. The distraction of being edged with his tongue made you lose focus as you bucked your hips in a weak attempt to get more pleasure. Which meant you were taken by surprise when he suddenly thrust into your mouth, pushing himself into your throat. You wished you had your hands so you could grab his arse or jerk him off, but you made do as best you could, eyes watering as you moaned and he gave another sharp thrust. As he got closer to release he slid deeper into your throat, unable to control himself as easily while he was concentrating on edging you again and again. Each time he’d tell you how many edges he’d given you but you stopped listening. Between the jolts of pleasure from his tongue licking along your slit and the weight of his body on yours and the strain on your jaw as you kept your mouth open for him and the dizzying gasps of air you sucked in as he remembered himself and pulled out of you before sinking back in just as deep, everything else seemed fuzzy and distant. Your hands grasped at thin air in an attempt to break loose and touch him and your hips rose to meet him until he held them down. You moaned around his cock and whined with each new edge which only seemed to spur him on. At some point, after you weren’t sure how many, Roger decided he’d had enough of edging you like that and sat up a bit higher on his knees. He gave you a brief warning and let you take a few extra breaths before he fucked your mouth for real, unrelentingly using you for his own pleasure. You knew he was getting closer by the way he was grunting and the small twitches in his cock and you tried to prepare yourself for a mouthful of spunk, tried to ready yourself for how it would feel when he came on your tongue. But then he stopped and pulled out of you entirely. You were surprised by his sudden disappearance as he swung his leg back over you and got off the bed. Surely he wasn’t going to edge himself along with you? Surely he was going to use his release as another way to torment you, telling you how good it felt and mocking you for wanting the same. It was hard not to feel a little disappointed too. Especially when you could see how hard he was, his flushed tip proof of how close he’d been. “Sir?” you croaked out, voice scratchy and throat sore. Roger ignored you, as he walked back to the end of the bed, wiping his mouth and chin. “Sir, didn’t you want to finish?” “Awww, did the whore want my cum that bad? Don’t worry slut, you’ll get it, just not to taste. I’m going to put this load where it belongs. In my cunt.” You gasped as Roger pressed the tip of his cock into your heat, bracing yourself for the rough fuck he was sure to give you. But there was no thrusting, no pushing deeper. He held his tip inside you as his hand slid up and down his shaft, pulling himself over the edge with a grunt.

You were left squirming and aching to be filled, to feel him inside you properly, as he left the bed again and moved towards the cupboard. A combination of your juices and his dripping onto the sheets. You knew what was coming but that made it all the worse. “Do you remember how many I said you had left?” he asked as he plugged the wand vibrator in and gave it a test pulse. “No Sir,” “No? You really should, I said it only a few minutes ago,” “I don’t know Sir,” “Well it’s a good thing I know then. Otherwise we might have had to start all over again and kept better count.” You trembled at the idea, part terrified of it happening, part wanting it to. “You only have to last 5 more. Not very many, is it?” “No Sir. I can do five,” “I know you can. Because you’re such a good girl for me. My good girl. You ready?” “Yes,” you swallowed thickly and took a steadying breath waiting for the buzz of the vibrator to start again. Roger made you wait a little, building the anticipation and the tension as he refrained from doing what you expected. He let the soft head of the toy rest against your clit, laughing when you jolted at the contact. And only once you’d stilled did he turn it on, leaving it on the lowest setting. Instinctively you tried to move your still unbound legs, but Roger gave you a slap to your thigh and warned you to behave or else he’d tie you down again and give you extra edges. You whimpered a small, “Yes Sir,” as you did your best to keep still though it got harder with each edge. Roger was careful to pull the machine away as soon as he saw signs of your impending orgasm, never letting you get too close lest his reflexes be too slow. He didn’t want any accidents to happen now, not after he’d been edging you for so long. He counted down each one, giving you ample breaks between to calm yourself again. When you finally heard him turn off the vibrator and say you were done you cried grateful tears. He untied your wrists and pulled you into his arms, soothing you with soft words of praise and gentle touches.

“How do you feel?” He asked softly once you’d sufficiently calmed, leaning back and placing his hand on your cheek as he studied your face. “Bit sore. Really want to cum. But good.” “Yeah? You’re okay?” “Yeah I’m okay. Might need a few minutes before I can do more though. The fortieth orgasm I mean.” “That’s alright. In fact, it’s perfect because I’ve got a surprise for you.” “A surprise?” “Wait here, I’ll grab it from my suitcase,” You nodded, intrigued, and leaned against the bedhead to wait, letting your eyes close for a moment as he left the room. Roger returned and handed you a glass of water and box tied off with ribbon. You were definitely curious now, the box larger than you’d been expecting. You pulled at the bow with one hand as you drank with the other, letting Roger lift the lid from the box. You didn’t understand what you were seeing until Roger explained. “It’s a chastity belt,” You almost did a spit take. “I saw it while we were exploring the shops of one of the towns we were in and I thought it might be fun to try it out, if you’re interested.” You placed the cup down and reached into the box to pick up the metal device, “Looks a bit medieval, doesn’t it,” Roger chuckled and agreed, “We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. But while I was edging you I thought maybe it would be fun to make you wait a few extra days,” “You want me to wear it now?” “Only if you want to. If I’m being honest, I hadn’t planned to show you today. I was going to save it for after the rest of the tour, but you know how impatient I can be,” he laughed, his hand falling to your rub softly over your knee, “If you’d prefer to cum now I will very happily make that happen. More than once. But if you did want to test it out I’d also be into that.” “How would it work?” “Well, um, you’d wear it all day, when you’re at home and when you go out. The guy who sold it said it’s very discreet and will go under most clothes without showing. You have to take it off once a day to clean it so I was thinking that you could wear it all day and take it off at night when you have your shower. That way it can be cleaned and dry out over night and you wouldn’t have to worry about it not being comfortable to sleep in.” “And um, how would, uhhhh, bathroom stuff work with it?” “Well, there’s a slit at the front that can be opened so you can pee but isn’t it kind of hot if you have to ask me to unlock it every time you have to go to the bathroom?” “I hate to admit it but yeah it is,” you laughed. “I could also unlock it for other reasons. Maybe if I really really wanted to fuck you.” You shifted excitedly. It had been too long since you’d had Roger properly, and especially after his little teasing stunt just before, but you tried to sound more casual as you said, “That’d be fun,” “Think I’m probably more likely to use your mouth though. So much less hassle.” “It’s kinda unfair that you promised me number forty and now you’re not going to pay up,” “I’ll give you forty and forty-one and forty-two and as many more as you can handle. Right now if you want. Or after a few days of having your cunt locked away.” You stomach clenched at the thought, “How long were you thinking?” “I don’t know. The part of me that likes symmetry says ten days since that’s how many days of tour were left when you stopped edging. But really anything you want is okay with me. If you tried it for a day and decided it wasn’t for you that would be completely fine. And, like I said, if you don’t want to do it right away we don’t have to.” “I think I want to. Maybe just a day to start, see how it goes. If I want another day I’ll let you know.” “Really?” You laughed at how excited Roger seemed, “Yes, really.” “I fucking love you,” “I am very loveable,” Roger laughed and pulled you into a kiss.

He joined you in the shower, helping you wash off the sweat and other fluids left from the torture you’d just been through. You took turns washing each other’s hair as you relaxed together, letting the hot water sooth any aches you felt. But there was a layer of excitement too and a few nerves at the prospect of wearing the chastity belt. Once you were thoroughly cleaned and dried, Roger helped lock the belt into place before you both got dressed. It was an odd sensation but thrilling too. It made you hyper aware of your own desperation. Every time you moved, sat down, you were reminded of how impossible it would be to touch yourself or get any sort of release. You only wore it for a few hours that first day, asking Roger to unlock it when you got up to change into your pyjamas. Together you worked out how best to clean it and hung it up ready for the next day. Roger kissed you good morning when you woke and asked if you wanted to try a full day of it. You agreed and, after visiting the bathroom, let him once again fasten the belt into place. It was even more thrilling the second time. In part because you had a better idea of how it operated, how it felt to wear it, but also largely due to wearing it out of the house. Roger decided to take you out for an early lunch, grinning cheekily as he made the suggestion. He knew full well you’d spend every minute of the excursion with your mind on the belt, wondering if anyone could tell you were wearing it. He was right. But it only made you wetter. Once you were home Roger checked in with you, asking how it was going and if you were still interested in wearing it. “It’s good. Still feels a bit weird but not what I'd call uncomfortable. It’s just very obvious to me that it’s there. But fuck I’m horny,” Roger laughed, “that makes two of us. I swear I’ve been half hard since I put it on you. Was even worse when you asked me to unlock it so you could pee.” “Jeeze Rog. I’ve been edged and denied, what’s your excuse?” “Shut up, there’s just something super hot about me holding the key to your cunt,” You chuckled, leaned towards him and gave him the most sultry look you could muster, “You know you could use that key whenever you want.” “Maybe later, love. Right now I really should unpack my bags, do some laundry.” “But that can be done any time,” “So can you,” Roger laughed, leaving you with a kiss to the temple. That night, after you’d taken the belt off and cleaned it, Roger edged you again, kissing you as his fingers explored your slit and your hand pumped over his cock.

On the third day Roger disappeared into the back yard with a guitar. A question about the grocery shopping list sent you seeking him, and you found him sitting on a chair under the shade of a large tree, plucking at the strings. It was almost a shame to interrupt what seemed like such a serene moment. He spotted you though and waved you over, pulling you onto his lap. His fingers moved to the front of you shorts, seemingly automatically, but he stopped and chuckled when he met the firm resistance of the belt. “Oops,” “Forgot did you? Lucky,” “You're not enjoying it anymore?” “No, no, I am, but I’m also getting really frustrated,” “Yeah?” “There is literally no way to relieve any pressure when I’m wearing it and you keep edging me before bed and honestly I want you to fuck me so bad like I just feel kind of empty all the time cause it’s been so fucking long since I had more than your fingers in there and I'm used to just being able to pull out a toy and make myself feel better even if I’m edging. It’s fucking torture not being able to touch anything and not being even a little bit in control of my own pleasure.” “Do you want to stop?” “Hell no. I just want you to fuck me,” “Oh really?” he chuckled, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised my slut likes being completely denied,” You recognised his tone, the one that meant he was pent up and wanted to take it out on you. Hope that he’d do it, that he’d unlock you and give you a good hard pounding, made you sit up a little straighter. Your head was buzzing with ideas of Roger filling you with cum and locking you away again, but they were interrupted rather rudely by Roger growling at you to kneel. You nodded, a little disappointed but more just happy to get some sort of attention, and settled on your knees, intently watching as he stood and unbuckled his belt, the jangling noise of the metal sending another wave of desire through you. He’d barely managed to push his pants down just low enough to get his cock out when you reached out to stroke him, mind so thoroughly focused on him that you barely noticed the itchy tickle of the grass under you. But before you could he slapped your hand away. “You’re here to watch. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. C’mon needy whore, I don’t have all day.” You nodded as you did what he said. Roger waited, watching you for any signs of impatience but soon rewarded you with his fingers, two of them sliding towards the back of your throat until you gagged. He pulled back and then did the same thing again, slowly beginning to fuck your mouth with just his digits. You could feel saliva pooling on your tongue, his fingers gliding through it until they were slick and shiny. That’s when he moved his hand to his dick, slowly spreading your drool over his shaft. You whimpered as he brushed his thumb over his tip, letting out a small hiss at the contact. You leaned forward slightly, intending to lick his length and replace his hand but he stopped you, his free hand holding you in place, and you realised what was happening. He knew you wanted to be fucked and he was going to deny you that as well as your orgasms. He wasn’t even going to fuck your mouth. All you could do was sit there, whining and watching as he jerked himself off. Every so often he dipped his fingers back into your mouth, either to gather more of your spit or just to hear you gag, you weren’t sure which. A small part of you hoped he’d just push you down onto his cock but as his hand sped up, expertly pleasuring himself, that hope withered away. He was close. You could see it in the way his smooth strokes stuttered, hear it in his groans. If you’d looked up you probably would have found flushed cheeks, and lust blown eyes, but you couldn’t drag your eyes from his cock, right in front of you, pulsing as he neared his release. And then he came with a guttural moan. You jolted as the first drops hit your cheek, but he was already holding you in place, making sure you stayed still until he was done.

Roger looked down at you, the fist still milking his cock slowing down once more, though he didn’t release himself. You swallowed thickly, shifting on your knees as the temptation to wipe your face and get up rose. “Stay there, slut,” Roger said softly, reading your mind, “you look so good on your knees. Just a toy I use to masturbate with.” You nodded, agreeing, your eyes already drifting back down to his dick. “You want it don’t you? Wish I’d just use you properly,” You nodded again. “If you’re very good I might...” he lay his cock on your tongue, “let you have it,” It took all your strength not to close your lips around his girth as he rubbed his dick over your protruding tongue but your resilience seemed to impress him. Slowly he pushed himself deeper, allowed you to suck on his head for a moment. “Maybe I should use this time you’re all locked up to train you. Teach you to be a filthy oral whore.” The suggestion made your cunt throb but there was nothing you could do to alleviate the desperate desire to be touched. Not even squeezing your thighs together helped. “I’ll teach you to be so desperate to suck cock that you won’t ever want to take the belt off. And when I decide to use your cunt you’ll wish it was your throat,” Roger pulled himself from your lips and you were once again forced to watch as he wanked in front of you. Right up until he stopped and walked behind you. “Sir?” His presence came close again, right up behind you, “Shhhh, slut, I’m still here,” Roger gripped your chin from above and tilted your head back slightly. “Fuck you look so hot like this, drives me fucking wild to see my little toy all soaked in cum. Close your eyes,” You did, heart racing with the uncertainty of what he might be planning. There was a tap on your forehead as the tip of Roger’s dick landed there. “I’ll reward you with some more edges tonight. Maybe I’ll even give you a ruin, if you’re very lucky. I want you so desperate that all you think about is my cock. Twenty-four seven. So desperate you’ll beg just to be allowed to suck me off.” You couldn’t see what Roger was doing but you felt it when he came again, jizz running from your forehead down the side of your nose, onto your cheek and over your top lip, dripping onto your waiting tongue. Roger stepped back and you heard the zzzziiippp of his fly being pulled up followed by the jangle of his belt, but you didn’t move. He stroked his fingers down the side of your neck, offing you a soft, “good girl,” as he moved back round to take in your appearance. “Jesus this is….you look so fucking hot,” you could feel the breath of his laugh as he leaned forward, his thumbs brushing over your closed eyes, making sure they hadn’t been caught in his crossfire, “alright, you can open your eyes now, and close your mouth if you want,” You carefully opened on eye and then the other, able to taste Roger as you swallowed what you’d caught on your tongue. “Did that make you feel any better?” “I don’t know if I’d say better. Wetter? Definitely.” “You’re a bloody poet, love,” “I try. You wanna help me up or did you have more in you?” Roger held out his hand with a chuckle, pulling you to your feet. When you were closer to eye level he paused, eyes roaming over your face, and then leaned in to peck you on the lips. It was unexpected but appreciated, though not quite as much as the damp face cloth he used to clean you.

The next morning Roger asked if you’d like to put the belt back on and you said yes. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. Each time he reminded you that you were allowed to say no and then, when you assured him you knew that, helped lock it into place. At some point (and sometimes at multiple points) during the day he’d use your mouth, only needing to click his fingers for you to drop to your knees for him. He made sure to compare you to vacuum cleaners and other objects. Metaphors that would normally have made you roll your eyes or tell him he was disgusting, but which now turned you into a whiney wet mess. Admittedly they weren’t all good. The time he said you had a mouth like a black hole you’d nearly choked as you started laughing with your lips already stretched around him. He’d apologised and said he’d cut back on the sci-fi comparisons so you could finish the job properly. At night you’d have a shower and change into pyjamas, often forgoing PJ pants since Roger liked to edge you while you weren’t wearing the belt. He’d slip his fingers into your panties while you watched TV or as you were settling down to sleep. But not once did he try to actually fuck you. It was infuriating and frustrating and such a turn on. Until it stopped being hot.

You’d woken up that morning as excited and enthusiastic about the belt as you had been the previous few mornings but by the afternoon it had started feeling uncomfortable and oppressive. You came to the conclusion that denial and edging was fun but you needed a more definite time period to work within. When Roger had left and said you’d be able to orgasm again when he came back in two months’ time, that had been exciting and hot because there was a time limit. A light at the end of the tunnel that you could see and count down to. Something to aim for. Denial wasn’t just about not cumming, it was about challenging your own expectations of yourself and maybe trying to beat your previous record. What you were doing now didn’t have that specificity, that goal to work towards, and it was beginning to feel like you were being punished for nothing. The constant empty ache you felt didn’t help. Of course denial usually came with aches and desperate needy feelings but something about this time was different. Usually Roger would relish fucking you as much as possible, all the time telling you not to cum or else he’d have to spank you. It was always hard holding back as he took his pleasure but it was rewarding too and it helped relieve the tension that constant edging could cause, even without finishing. Sometimes, if you’d been good and he wanted to be nice, he’d give you a ruin as well. And even if he ended up being mean and leaving your arse pink and smarting from his blows, you got a certain kind of enjoyment from it. But with the chastity belt and the refusal to fuck you, you weren’t getting any relief at all. After thinking through it all, you decided you needed a break from the belt. It would be fun to try again another day but maybe with more discussion and certainties. You looked over to the other couch where Roger was stretched out. “Hey, Rog?” “Yes, love?” “I think I want to stop.” Roger looked away from the TV, his attention shifting to you, “You mean with the belt?” “Yeah. I think I’m close to using my safeword. It’s just feeling kind of not good at the moment. Can you please unlock me?” “Okay. Of course we can stop. C’mon, I left the key in our room,” Roger held out his hand for yours, brushing his lips over your knuckles as he pulled you up.

You sighed with relief as you stepped out of the belt, already feeling better, if not a little embarrassed by just how obviously wet you were. Roger stood, about to say something, but you pulled him into a kiss instead, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. “Well,” he said with a laugh, “I was going to ask what else I could do to make you feel better but I think you’ve made it quite obvious,” “Need you Rog. Literally need. I’ve never meant it as much as I do now,” “Jesus, okay,” he was already fumbling with his fly one handed, “We really did a number on you, huh,” You nodded, dropping your hands to help him get his pants off. As soon as the zip was down he kissed you again, leading you towards the bed. “How do you want me?” “Don’t care, just fuck me,” “For as long as you want,” Roger pushed on your shoulder and you fell back onto the bed, watching as he kicked his pants and underwear off. You whined when he took too long but he soothed you with a kiss and then more down your neck, until he met the neckline of your t-shirt. He didn’t bother removing it though, just squeezed your breasts through it. You were glad, sure you’d implode if you didn’t have him immediately. Instead he kissed your lips again, fiercely, as you reached for his cock, willing him to hurry up and get hard enough. As soon as he was ready he pushed your hand away and pressed into your cunt with an ease that was somewhere between ridiculous and pathetic. “Fuck you’re soaked,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. Even if he had been speaking to you, you’re not sure you would have heard, much too preoccupied by how full you suddenly felt. It was such a contrast from the previous week of aching for it and all you could think to say was thank you, over and over as Roger slowly fucked into you. “You gotta stop squirming so much, love, or I’m gonna slip out,” You clenched around him at the suggestion, smiling when he tightened his grip on your thigh. Roger brought his fingers to your clit, circling it as you whined, your orgasm already so unbelievably close. It didn’t take much more than a couple of light circles around your clit to tip you over the edge. You weren’t sure you’d ever cum quite so hard from quite so little stimulation but you could barely speak, your breath catching in your throat along with your voice. Roger kept his fingers in place as he calmly thrust into you, egging you on, pushing you through the most well-earned orgasm you’d ever had. But he was by no means done with you. He gave you a few moments to calm and catch your breath, and then he shifted your legs over his shoulders, one at a time as you tried to brace yourself. He sunk deeper with the change of position, picking up his pace to fuck you harder, keeping a firm grip on you so that, even though your back arched and you writhed under him, head falling to one side and then whipping around to the other, you’d remain in place on his cock. With every thrust, every squeeze of his fingertips, you felt yourself drawing close to the edge again and you begged Roger, through gasped breaths, not to stop. He didn’t. He wouldn’t have even considered it until you told him to. “I can feel how close you are, love. Come on, cum for me. Show me just how much you like being fucked and cum,” “yes, yes, fuck yes,” “That’s right, good- good girl, f-fuck you’re tight. Fucking feel your cunt pul-sing. You’ve missed that feeling haven’t you?” You just nodded, head still foggy. “Think you’ve got another one in you? Or do you want me to stop?” “No, don’t stop,” Roger chuckled and pulled out of you as you whined but it was only so he could flip you onto your stomach and pull your hips up. Before you could even begin to complain about the sudden desertion, he was back inside you, pulling you back onto his cock as he rammed into you. “I want to hear you this time. You know I like how loud my slut gets,” There was no way you could deny a request like that, not when he was making you feel so good, filling you so perfectly, giving you exactly what you’d so desperately needed. You babbled for him, a mess of curses and half conceived thoughts about how good it felt mixed with whines and moans. And that only made him fuck you harder, until you came again, screaming his name. He fucked you through it, though he grunted with each thrust, holding off his own orgasm until he was sure you were satisfied. You swore you nearly came again as he spilled himself inside you before both of you collapsed bonelessly to the bed.

You complained when Roger pulled out of you again, but he did make a good point about not wanting to crush you. And he made up for it by pulling you close and kissing you as much as he could, in between checking how you felt and if you were okay now. “Yeah, better,” you sighed, running you hand over his arm, “I really really needed that,” “I could tell. Sorry I made you wait so long,” “No, it was fun too, the waiting. But not forever, y’know.” “Yeah I do. If you ever want to try the whole chastity belt thing again we’ll be better, figure out how to make it fun again,” “Sounds good. But maybe not for a while,” “No, not for a while. I like fucking you too much to give it up again so soon,” You laughed at that, leaned in to kiss him again. “You’re probably too tired but, uh, I could go again if you wanted,” “Now?” “Maybe a minute?” “A minute sounds good and I’m not too tired. But if I was, maybe we could sleep like that, with you in me?” “Really?” “I don’t think you’ve grasped quite how badly I’ve wanted you since you first showed me the belt, how badly I still want you,” “I think that can be arranged then,” he laughed again, kissing you once more as he rolled back over.

#my writing #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #absolutely wild that any of you have been with me since IMIUTY tbh #i was so unsure about posting that sldjslkds #and now i just casually chuck out 9k words of filth #also #a lot of chastity stuff is about wearing them constantly #which is hot but not realistic #because if you dont clean them and give your body time to breathe #it can lead to UTIs and stuff #so if your gonna play with a belt and you have a p****#make sure to take it off intermittently #anyway #can someone please lock me in a belt and idk maybe mock me when i start to beg

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boltwrites · 4 years ago

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this week has all the best kinks! i was too early last time so i'm sending it again but could you do sub!bolin x afab dom!reader with a fucking machine?

kinktober 2020 | this week’s list

A/N: oh here we go boys (this is another long one, so be prepared)

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so, you’ve definitely been introducing Bolin into kinkier shit at this point

you’ve been pegging him for ages now, and while in public he’s as sweet and loving and supportive as ever, in the bedroom, he feels like he can really open up with you and share that more submissive side of himself

so, you secretly ask Zhu Li for some help designing a fucking machine

you were a little disappointed that when you fucked Bolin, you couldn’t see his face all the time, since it was easiest to give it to him from behind. you wanted to be able to watch him come apart, and this seemed like the perfect idea

and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Zhu Li could not only make one for you, but also wouldn’t tell a soul. she was in your book club - you two were tight, and she was more than willing to help

Bolin probably gets concerned at some point during the design and construction process because you keep taking “long shifts at work.” while he doesn’t think you’re cheating on him (at least, he fucking hopes you’re not) he is a little worried that he’s boring to you and that you would rather be out somewhere else instead of with him

in reality, you and Zhu Li are not only having a bunch of fun designing the contraption (”Y/n, I have to say, as much as I love Varrick - you’re so much easier to work with” Zhu Li laughed) but have started to add a bunch of extra features. not to mention the safety measures you two were installing so that you were positive you wouldn’t hurt Bolin

Bolin was like, a few days away from finally gathering the courage to confront you when you approached him - home early, before him - excited, bouncing on the balls of your feet

“hey, babe,” you grinned at him, giving him a little kiss as he entered. he was clearly shocked to see you

“hi?” he replied, a little confused. “I thought you were at work?”

“i took off early,” you replied, still grinning wide. “you know these past couple weeks? I haven’t actually been taking extra hours,” you admitted. “I’ve been working on something special for you”

Bolin immediately felt horrible for thinking otherwise “you have?” he asked, hopeful. his heart was probably flipping in his chest - he loved you very much, and he was so excited that you had done something with him in mind.

“yeah. it’s in the bedroom,” you looked at him with lidded eyes, hoping he would get the message, and he blinked, quickly turning red. oh, so it was that kind of surprise. he shivered, even more excited now. what would have take you so long? “wanna see it?”

“yeah,” he mumbled, his voice a little softer, already anticipating his fall into subspace. you tugged him towards the bedroom

and when you opened the door -

his jaw dropped

the machine itself was decently large. it, of course, had its own motor, which was around 2 feet on either side (we’re working with lok tech, remember?). it rested on an adjustable base so that the height could be corrected for any situation, and next to the machine, a remote rested on the bedside table.

Bolin’s mouth fell open and he went absolutely beet red

“is that...”

“yeah,” you nodded, grinning broad. it already had the dildo you usually used on your strap attached to the machine, all ready for him

you waited a beat, and when Bolin didn’t say anything, you got concerned.

“Bo? is this... is this ok?” you asked, getting a little worried

he jumped like he had been shocked, still so red.

“no, no it’s - uh,” he tugged at the collar of his shirt “...when can we try it out?” he squeaked, his voice quiet

spirits, he was fucking adorable. you giggled, wrapping your arms around him in a big hug. you thought he would like it, but you were glad he was just as into it as you were

“whenever you want, baby” you mumbled, covering his face in little kisses. he made a soft noise, wrapping his arms around you

“now?” he mumbled, grinding against you, and oh boy, he was hard. you were so fucking excited.

“yeah, let’s get it set up”

Bolin was just as interested in the machine itself as what it could do to him, so you had him help set up the scene - pulling the bench that you usually had at the bottom of the bed out, to be used as a platform to him to bend over on. you had him lay on it as you adjusted the machine, and he whimpered at the feeling of it, even through his clothes

you told him a little about it, told him how much you wanted to watch him fall apart, wanted to see him get fucked good from a different vantage point, and as you told him all these dirty things, he started breathing deeper, slipping further into it all

by the time he was finally naked and bent over the bench, the machine poised at his entrace, Bolin already prepped, you were breathing heavy too, spread out on the armchair on the other side of the room

“ready, baby?” you asked him, breathless. he looked at you with such lustful eyes - needy for it, as you watched his hips rock against the cushions on the bench

“yeah, please-” he mumbled, pressing his cheek into the bench and nuzzling into it. you gasped at just the look of him already - so ready and waiting

you turned the the machine onto its lowest setting, so that it could enter Bolin at first slowly, to make sure he was properly prepped

he moaned as it pressed into him, pressing back, canting his hips beautifully as the machine pressed into him and bottomed out. he moaned, so pretty, like when you fucked him, except this time, he eyed you from across the room, and you could see from his expression just how much he needed it

“i’m ready, please -” he begged, but his voice was still somewhat composed. it was your job to fix that. you grinned devious, leaning on your elbow as you kicked the machine into its base setting - a steady pace, one you’ve used on him before, one you know he likes. the machine whirred to life, fucking into him deep and without hesitation

Bolin screamed in pleasure, his jaw going slack as he grabbed at the fabric in front of him, searching for anything to give him some grip

“oh, fuck - Y/n-!” he moaned, his body practically vibrating as the machine fucked into him without pause. you looked at him, worry in your eyes

“Bo, green?” you asked, concerned. you were using one of the methods common in your play - green was an enthusiastic yes, yellow was a stop and re-evaluate, and red was a full stop “i’m done with sexy stuff for the night”

“Spirits, yes, more -” he keened at the end, the room filled with obscene noises as Bolin was fucked into the bench, his body tense as he was overstimulated - but he loved it. he had no control over the pace, no control at all, and it was hard and deep and he needed more, even though his nerves were on fire. he wanted more

“more?” you asked, a quirk to your grin as you turned the machine up a notch. while this was your typical pace, the machine didn’t have to worry about stupid things like stamina. the higher settings were paces you would never dream to keep going for more than maybe a minute, at most

“yes - ah!” Bolin arched hard when you turned up the dial, the machine fucking into him faster, and his mouth fell open, plastering him to the bench, unable to do anything but take it - unable to even rock his hips in time, just assaulted by sensation. he felt like jelly, and he needed -

“more,” he moaned, and you could barely make his voice out. he was a mess - he was drunk on it, but he was clearly loving it, so you made the executive decision to do as he asked - and turned it up one more setting

“oh!” Bolin’s voice was knocked out of him as the machine pushed him harder into the bench, this setting not one that increased speed, but instead, power. Bolin moaned louder than you’d ever heard him, a cry that could have made you come just from how full of pure bliss it was.

Bolin saw stars - he was close already, but this setting had him coming untouched, pressing his face into the cushions of the bench as he painted it, his grip almost ripping the upholstery

you saw him arch hard, then go limp, his body convulsing as the machine kept fucking him, and you turned the settings down to something slower, something you hoped would help ease him through his orgasm. Bolin keened soft at it, looking at you with such love as he thanked you with his eyes for being so attentive, and knowing exactly what he needed

he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a low whine as he nuzzled into the bench. you grinned, carefully stopping the machine so that the toy would still be inside him as you stood up - your own legs wobbly just at the sight of him, to pet through his hair, lean down to kiss his forehead, his cheeks

“how was it?” you asked, gentle. Bolin moaned in response, his entire body slack

“great,” he mumbled, his voice cracking, but you could tell he was sincere. you showered him in kisses, before you started your aftercare routine. oh, you were very glad you had taken the time to make this for him

#bolin x reader #asks #anon #mine #kinktober 2020 event #Anonymous

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bean-pole-art · 4 years ago

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Ed’s Borderlands Fics Masterpost

well finally

here is the masterpost of all of my Borderlands fics posted. most of them are Rhysothy focused to various AUs. I’m gonna update it as I post more but here it is, along with some of my commentary

right from the start big big BIG shoutout to @spoks-illogical-art, my partner in crime, my biggest inspo, without them honestly most of these fics wouldn’t exist, please check out their amazing art <3

(latest edit - 21/02/2021)

Atlas AU - our main timeline, follows events of Moxxi’s Heist. lots of different concepts and ideas but the core really is Tim moving to Promethea to get help from Rhys. gonna sort em here with posting date, check the ao3 series for the “timeline”

Hypothetically - 2240 words summary: Rhys talks a lot, but usually thinks about it too little.

coffee, cats & monographs - 2880 words summary: “Hey hey, easy. You don’t want to repeat the accident from last week, do you?” Rhys cooed towards the cat and picked her up, just as Timothy instructed him to. Hearing these words, Felicity meowed. “Oh, don’t say that. This is my office and I have the power here,” he answered, carrying her back to his personal space.

Or Timothy's cat pays a visit to Rhys' office in the morning. note: I am a stupid mofo and at this point Tim would also have Loader Bot fkjbfd just imagine hes not mentioned cause hes wandering off, typical LB

Have Faith - 1470 words summary: During the 7 year lockdown at the Handsome Jackpot, Timothy couldn't really have any hope for himself. But maybe on Promethea it could be different. note: sudden feelings while watching JoltzDude139′s stream

Warm Cheeks, Cold Hands - 1170 words summary: Rhys comes home early and wants to say hi to his husband. With no ulterior motive. None at all. note: first fic Ive ever posted where characters are married, actually. fuck it, Rhysothy Real, his name is Rhys Lawrence

the battle (and the aftermath) of the ages - 2970 words summary: In a situation like this everything was possible, they could pull any punches they could think of. Four beasts playing against each other, every single one of them thinking of striking the winning blow.

Or Promethea Squad plays UNO. And then watches a movie. note: I love Promethea Squad with my whole heart

okurimono (贈り物) - 4/4, 17170 words summary: “Not a bomb. Just a device with a message for Rhys. Trust me on that,” this time an emoji of both winking and showing off a tongue [;P] appeared on the surface of Zer0’s helmet. Ah. So they were definitely trying to mess him up. In a way. Unfortunately, he really didn’t have any other options. Almost with a defeat, Timothy took the ECHOrecorder right from their hands and looked around it again. Or Zer0 gives Timothy a peculiar mission. note: my first ever multichapter fic. took me legit abt 8 months to finish but I am absolutely satisfied with this. also the bonus ending. yes

(there is) something I see in you - 8690 words summary: How one Rhys Strongfork met one Timothy Lawrence and how they fell for each other. More or less. note: best to go into this one blind, I swear. dumbest fic Ive ever written and please take this as a recommendation

this world is gonna pull through - 14380 words summary: Timothy really hoped it wasn’t anything important. He had that tendency to forget things easily, even if he tried to fight it. But Rhys kept on smiling and went by his side. So it couldn’t have been that bad. Still dumbfounded, he felt Rhys leaving a kiss right on his cheek.“November 11th?

That- That seriously doesn’t ring any bells?” Rhys continued, brushing his hands against his shoulders. Or how Timothy spent one of his birthdays. note: also a love letter for Tim but a nicer one I guess kdjfnb dont ask how old is he i have no gdamn idea man

Strawberry Sweet - 3560 words summary: Rhys surprises Timothy with a gift for their date night in.

Happy Mercenary Day, Mr. Lawrence - 4670 words summary: How Timothy spent his first Mercenary Day on Promethea. note: I swear this is the best writer night Ive ever had. Ive written this whole thing in one night on Christmas day, solely on the inspo of that song I linked

Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion - 4/4, 17080 words summary: Afterwards, he went around with his usual duties. Getting a quick roundabout from his PA, checking several sectors himself and looking through the thousands of messages already sent to him via ECHOs. Rhys was ready to finally take on the day, yet when he made his way to the office, he saw the unusual envelope right by the edge of his desk. “For Rhys” was written on it. Straightforward enough. Or Rhys gets a letter from a secret admirer. note: another multichapter fic!! this one also took some time and well. its inspired by ABBA songs. cause only I would write a Rhysothy fic inspired by ABBA

Ratchet Effect - 7130 words summary: Knowing just how much overworked Rhys has been, Timothy wants to let them have a nice getaway in Lazy River Land. There's only one problem to overcome - ratch infestation. note: first fic of 2021!! Ive been playing a lot of bl3 suring the writing of it so it has a lot of stuff I had observed both on Promethea and on Jackpot

Reflections - 2250 words summary: Sometimes, Timothy needs a reminder.

Tales AU - second most important timeline. it’s Tales but Tim is a part of the group. sorted chronologically

A Story For Another Day - ongoing, for now - 2/25, 15280 words Tales AU main fic. it’s gonna be a big one

Connection Interrupted - 3240 words summary: With his driving shift finished, Timothy checks up on Rhys and Vaughn's plans.

Completely Hopeless - 1040 words summary: In which Fiona notices that Rhys behaves differently in front of a certain doppelganger.

infinity times infinity times infinity - 3460 words summary: Rhys and Timothy share some dreams and secrets underneath the stars. note: the beautiful combination of Sleeping At Last and Minecraft parodies. I promise it makes sense

reality can be whatever I want - 11420 words summary: “Hey, Tim?” Timothy didn’t even spare him a look, “Are we alone, or is he there with you?” Oh, this definitely won’t be pretty.

After the confession of Handsome Jack's AI in his head and his plan to infiltrate Helios, Rhys needs to set things right with Timothy. Somehow. note: thanosdancing.gif to Backstreet Boys’ “I Want It That Way” 80′s remix and a guest appearance from Ferocity but I cant legally say her name here

still here - 2820 words summary: It all had to go down, after Helios crashed. note: I have...a love/hate relationship with this one kjdfbfg I like it but it’s honestly an alternate ending and doesnt fit within our usual bad ending, so take it with a grain of salt. i ten jebany błąd językowy w summary, kiedy ja go poprawię

together at last - 5590 words summary: It all struck him down in an instant, in this one minute. They were all safe. And they were all alive. Nothing was threatening neither him, nor Timothy, nor Fiona. He could finally breathe out.

They all found each other again. note: I am multitasking most time of my life but I dont relate any other fic to multitasking more than this one. I was honestly doing 10 things at once while writing this dfkjbndf

David AU - this one is a sub AU to Tales AU and the plot is kind of complicated dfjkbfb please check the fic for further explanation

building in curved lines - 22490 words summary: “To be fair, you look terrible. You’re barely standing in one piece and none of your coffees will hold you together for that long,” Lilith paused, seemingly weighing the correct words in her head. “You haven’t really been holding on since… We rescued The Double.” Rhys sighed heavily. Why did she have to be so right about everything. Or how Rhys and Timothy adjust to the reality after the Handsome Jack AI. note: bday gift for Spok, EASILY one of my absolute faves and the longest fic Ive written thus far

outside of AUs - some concepts I play with that are honestly outside any of our concrete timelines/concepts + fics not focused on Rhysothy

Real - 770 words summary: Reconciling with your past is a little easier, when you have someone you love right in your arms. note: first blands fic I’ve ever written. the characterization isn’t really there yet but as a first shot at the game and my kind of “introduction”, I am still satisfied of it

(Un)Familiar Faces - 9620 words summary: Timothy pursed his lips and leaned over the wall a little. He’s had enough of this solitude of closed doppelganger cabinet. Today wasn’t the day for another self-loathing session. Today, he should go off on Helios and do something for himself.

Or Timothy spends the night at a Helios bar. But not as Handsome Jack. And not as Timothy Lawrence either. note: personal favorite of mine, tough love letter to Timothy Lawrence. I have so many fond memories of writing this, including getting drunk out of my mind just like Tim and Rhys here

basics of survival - 2010 words summary: Athena taught Timothy everything he needed to know about survival. Now, it was time to put these skills into use. note: wrote this right before rona outbreak on last day in my dorms. thats all

#borderlands #fic masterpost #fanfiction #fanfic #rhysothy #rhys strongfork #timothy lawrence #just tagging characters that I write the most #fiona the con artist #zer0 the assassin #lorelei the coffee commander #athena the gladiator #Ędi's writing

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shyrose57 · 4 years ago

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Brothers anon, hope your doing well!

1: Ran feels the same both before and after Ran forgave Ranbob. He cant help but feel guilty and tends to avoid bringing up past memories incase Ranbob doesnt remember them, cause he can't stand to see the confused look in Ranbobs eyes that soon turn to one full of sadness and a sort of emptiness. It makes Ran feel awful. It also causes Ran to think that their childhood and old relationship is gone. Which particularly keeps Ran distant from his brother, because he's scared and doesn't want to redo everything if Ranbob will just forget it.

8: All of the above. Cletus is a chaotic shit that loves creating and hearing about anything chaotic. Also he has burned down a few things in the past so he is a bit of a anarchist. They just had those cards, after all they knew they where gonna travel for a bit so why not bring playing cards to try to provide entertainment?

11: I forget if I said that (if I did then I changed it) but Ranbob actually knows that Ran is most likely dead as he wouldn't survive the night, but he still has some hope that his little brother survived.

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3: It was scary for him but because of the sudden turn of events he didn't really have time to register his feelings before he was getting smacked around and blinded. And yes cause Ran deserves a overprotective arc to show him that his group does love and care for him even if he thinks otherwise.

10: The townspeople act rationally to defend themselves. Even if that means they start fights because their not being respectful or kind.

11: I'm not sure what they are. All I know is their the parent figure of the friend group but will also bite your ankles at a moments notice just because they want too.

14: Or Foolish just punts Jackie into the sand to protect his home from a possibility destructive teen. (I'm thinking yes to both of those, and we get to see one of the siblings embrace their enderside and just go crazy on Raq which leads to murder and trauma!)

15: For the cursing one I just love to imagine something like.

Ranbob: *accidentally knocks over a stack of books* Shit!

Baby Ran: Shit!

Ranbob: *freezes and turns to look at Ran*

Baby Ran: *innocently smiling* Shit!

Ranbob: rAN NO--

(I've decided the group for this is going to be Technoblade, Phil, Ranboo, Tubbo, Karl, and Sapnap, and I may name the sub au like Brothers + Others cause it rhymes and I find it slightly funny). Oh Foolish is going to be terrified and scared for his safety, he's gonna have two hyper active teens climbing him like he's a jungle gym. Ran didnt want to help at first because he was to suspicious of them, but when proof was provided he changed his mind, and decided to take a risk to help them, but he still doesn't trust them fully. Plus, he felt bad after hearing their story, and couldn't help but sympathize with them because he felt that lost and confused at one time, and its a awful feeling. And while he won't admit it, he's curious about Ranboo and wants to talk to and get to know Technoblade, after all he did choose Techno as his idol. When the group first visited Kelalen, they got the Orphan Slayer as a gift, and because they did express some interests in going back to Mizu to see what they can do about Dream, so they got it to help them. So when Technoblade shows off his Orphan Slayer as possible proof, Watson brings out the groups Orphan Slayer and the two exact duplicate swords (expect for some nics on the GF group's sword) take most by surprise, and serve as some proof. Ranboo brings up his memory book, and since Ranbob read a bit of it, the two are able to perfectly recite a page of the book. And Karls watch, book he has of both Mizu and the Pit, and his knowledge about all groups are also proof. But even after proof the GF group is still somewhat suspicious that their who they say they are, but eventually they come to fully believe them. Ranbob is in awe. Because his ancestor is in front of him! He can ask questions he had about the history of the SMP and finally get answers! But he is also scared, because why is his dead ancestor here? Why are there so many others? What does this mean for him? Theres so much uncertainty that its hard for him to relax. The enderman hybrids get along well enough, but since Ranbob is a anxious mess, Ranboo is also an anxious and nervous mess, and Ran is bad with emotions, they dont get along super well. Tubbo and Jackie get along well and love to share stories about their respective enderman friend. Sapnap, Cletus, and Grievous get along well and even with Sapnaps current predicament, he still joins in with jokes and pranks. Karl, Phil, Isaac, Watson, and Benjamin get along very well with their habit of leading and taking care of their friends, and because their the ones planning what to do with everything going on. Technoblade doesn't really get along super well with anyone from the GF group, but he takes an interest in Ran and Watson. Only Technoblade, Tubbo, and Phil are Ranboos haunting. Ranboo tries to get close to his decedents, and he success in some places but fails in others. The time group doesn't know about Ranbobs possession, purely because Ranbob begs his group to not tell them. But the time group also suspects that something is up, and while Sapnap and Techno want to push to find out what it is but they dont because Phil yells at them. For the fighting, Phil and Ranboo want to help but are told not too for now. Saying them intervening could make things worse. So they don't. But Ranboo breaks the rule cause he cant stand hearing the two fight anymore.

Hi, and same to you!

1: Oh, ouch. The way you phrased it, he thinks Ranbob could still forget? Does Ran not know Dream caused it?

8: FGHJK-Anon. Anon. Hearing Cletus was a bit of an anarchist, just, made my day. Holy heck. Can you imagine Quackity’s reaction to hearing that? Oh my god, that’d be so funny.

The cards are the only game they brought? Sounds like it might get boring quick. And a bored group makes for a chaotic one.

11: Ah, so it was a hope thing. Hm. I don’t think I’ve asked before- feel free to correct me if I have-, but, if Ranbob thought Ran was dead, how did he feel upon finding out he was alive-especially considering the circumstances.

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3: Poor Ran. But also, yes! Overprotective arc! Let everyone go feral for the dude who’s always ready to do the same for them.

10: Hmm.

11(?): They...sound...interesting??? Honestly, I don’t think that answer settled my nerves at all, but y’know what, none of my business. The gremlin friend is whatever they are, and I will not question it further.

14: Jackie’s just getting tossed around everywhere, huh. First by Ran, then by Foolish, who’s next up to yeet the child? (Also, yay! Murder and trauma, always fun!)

15: Pfft, oh goodness. That must’ve been fun to explain to his parents.

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Hey, it does rhyme! Nice.

Poor Foolish. He had a mostly nice life before Tubbo’s return, probably. Oh well. And Techno’s got a traumatized fan now, that’ll be interesting. What does he do with his new-old future sword? Duel wield? Let the GF group keep it?

Two anxious endermen and one who’s bad with emotions, what emotional pain will they cause each other?

What kind of stories do Jackie and Tubbo share? Funny ones? Blackmail?

Sapnap, Cletus, and Grievous sound like a terrifying force, and honestly, for the sake of everyone else, I hope a prank war never sparks between them and Tubbo and Jackie.

Do the leaders of the group all kind of take charge together in light of this situation? In what ways does Ranboo succeed, and in what ways does he fail? How does Sapnap and Karl not being part of his haunting effect their relationship with the GF gang, considering they all are? Do they ever become part of a haunting?

Do they find out about the possession, and if so, reactions? What happens when Ranboo involves himself in the fighting? Does it get better, or worse?

#Brothers AU #dream smp #dream smp au #tales from the smp #ranbob #ranboo

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the-chaos-katzlein · 4 years ago

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You know what? The NSFW asks for Ahoratos. ALL OF THEM 👀👀👀👀👀🔞❤️

Fine...but they’ll be short. (I’m not even gonna bother making the questions bold)

1: Are there any names they like to be called in bed/names they call their partner? Any names they wouldn’t use/can’t stand?

“I like being called Baby or Pup. I hate being called Daddy”

2: Are they a “the socks stay on during sex” kind of person?

“Funny you would think that they ever come off...well, they do but only to change them.”

3: Quickies vs Planned sex—thoughts?

“If you’re with me, it’s never a quickie. Hope you’ve got 5 free hours...”

4: Are they more of a dom, sub, or switch? If applicable, are they a top, bottom, or vers?

“Switch. If I’m with someone like Morga, I’m obviously the bottom, but if I’m with say...Nafizah, I’m the top.”

5: Do they have any really out-of-left-field kinks/fantasies? Maybe even something that they wouldn’t necessarily want to act on but have still thought about?

“Not really...”

6: Any place they absolutely would not have sex?

“In the ruins of My Home”

7: Are they into (consensual) pain during sex? Either giving or receiving

“No”

8: How often do they have sex dreams?

“Wait, are there nonsexual dreams?!”

9: What’s their favorite way to get in the mood? How do they set the mood?

“I dunno, I mean, I get turned on just by people flirting with me”

10: Are they down for casual one-night stands?

“Always”

11: Are they attracted to anyone (specific person or just negative qualities) they really shouldn’t be?

“I mean, if you hunt, or if you call yourself a huntress I’ll be knocking on your door demanding to fuck you...so maybe”

12: Would they be more or less likely to send a risky/risque text to their partner in the middle of a crowded/public area?

Real talk. I send smutty replies to Roleplays in the middle of the grocery store. Ahoratos’ll be fine

13: Morning vs evening sex—do they have a preference?

“If you wake me up in the morning, even if it’s just for sex, I’ll rip your larynx out”

14: If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?

“You think this body would ever be disgraced by a quick pic?”

15: Describe their favorite sexual encounter.

“One day, I was in the dungeons looking for an alchemical book that I had lost, one moment I feel a breeze against my ass, the next moment Valdemar’s Tentacle Cocks are fucking my ass, rubbing up against my prostate, I was moaning so loud they shoved another one down my throat to quiet my moans.”

16: Describe their least favorite/most embarassing sexual encounter.

“It was my sexual encounter with Asra, he just didn’t please me...I’m not going into detail”

17: What’s their go-to safe word?

“Portia helped me come up with it, Ready? Watermelon.”

18: Their favorite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

“This isn’t really during sex, but I hope it counts. I like to push you onto the bed, pin you’d legs down with mine, hold your wrists over your head and just start making out. I love it”

19: When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

“Just a Loincloth, that’s it”

20: What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

“Lingerie, Just a Loincloth, doesn’t really matter, if you love someone enough they should look sexy in any clothes”

21: What scent of candle do they light after sex?

“Either Evergreen forest, or a Sea smelling one”

22: Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.

“Definitely the Roleplay with certain people” *looks at Navra* “But also the primal feel i get from others” *Looks at Morga*

23: Least favorite thing/part about sex—cleanup, setup, etc.

“Hmm, I cant think of anything so I’ll just say cleanup...like I do that...”

24: a song they would fuck/get fucked to

“Something instrumental or classic, or a sea shantie. Nothing too loud or fast, I need to be able to match my thrusts with the beat.”

25: Share a sample line of dirty-talk

“Hey there huntress, why don’t you spread those legs so that I can nock an arrow in you?”

#the interworkings of a madman #the arcana #the arcana game #Ahoratos #my apprentice

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eucanyon · 4 years ago

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·ﾟ☀ i am so hype to be here nobody gets it and even MORE hype to be bringing my baby boy canyon ....... i already can feel that everyone is absolute chef’s kiss and i cant WAIT to plot w u all ! my name is 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 , utilizing she / her pronouns and knowing nothing about percy jackson but trying my absolute best . i do prefer dis.cord for plotting so if you’d like to swap users that’d be grand , without further delay ( i googled if it was ado or adieu but apparently it’s all wrong throw the whole phrase away ) below the cut you can read a bit about canyon !

⟨ MASON GOODING. CIS MAN. HE / HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒 is actually a descendent of ZEUS. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY - TWO year old PRE-LAW from CHICAGO, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 & 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄 .

— 𝐁𝐈𝐎 .

‘ you gotta work twice as hard to be half as good . you gotta be twice as good to get half the recognition . ’

it’s the earliest phrase he remembers hearing . his grandparents , a duo running the local church services just a block away from their chicago inner city apartment , fill the shoes left by a mother who left her wedlock-born son in the hands of people more capable than she and a father nobody had ever met . his clothes come from the church donation bin and his toys are hand-me-downs from neighborhood kids outgrowing their phases . he pays for football like most of the boys on his team , camped out in front of grocery stores and shopping malls with a bell and a collection bucket with a nervous spiel of “ please help us earn new pads for our football team ” spewing from each child the moment they make eye contact with anyone sympathetic enough to turn their way .

canyon’s held to a higher standard than the neighborhood kids . he comes home before it even starts to turn dark , he has a closet full of perfectly ironed shirts that he tucks neatly into his waistline every sunday morning , he calls anyone that even looks a few years older than him sir or ma’am . he spends afternoons in a rigid schedule : help grandma cook and clean , football practice , homework , and a half hour of television before bed . he gets a choice , if he wants to invite the neighbor’s kids over for that sliver of free time , or keep it to himself . it was a source of embarrassment for him at first , to have a bedtime matching that of his elderly caretakers , but after a certain point , it becomes a source of pride for canyon — he’s lauded by teachers and coaches alike as the best behaved and most respectful ( albeit , also the quietest ) boy of any group he inhabits .

he struggles in school at first , and not simply in the social element . his teachers express concern by his absolute silence , but given that he answers questions and doesn’t cause any issues for them , concerns are brushed off . his handwriting leaves much to be desired and his literacy skills are behind his grade expectations , but he excels when offered oral options for responses and follows logic like a champ . though his grandparents can’t quiet afford a formal tutor , but his teachers offer a bit of informal help in the often time that his grandparents run late to pick him up . they note to his grandmother that canyon is a workhorse , putting in much more work than what is asked for and seeing a steady improvement in his grades due to this . she’ll smile , and canyon will repeat their mantra in his head on the way home .

his mom appears every few months over major holidays , bag of trinkets in tow . canyon quickly learns that ignoring the toys means she’ll talk more to him than about him to his grandparents as if he’s not there , curling up in her lap like a cat vying for her attention . he shoves straight - a report cards and mvp trophies into her hands as long as he can remember , one thanksgiving she comments on his hair getting too long and by christmas he’s gotten it shaved clean . every comment she makes he squeezes for some semblance of recognition , a baby bird screaming out to a blinded parent : ‘ see me , i’m here . see me , if only this once . ’

his father is a forbidden topic in the house and his mother skirts around conversations of him , which bothers canyon , but his community is that of a village - raising mindset . older brothers become mentor figures , uncles become surrogate fathers , grandfathers pass down tokens of wisdom . it seems no household is truly ever without the nurture of a parent figure , and canyon grows up acutely aware of how lucky he has it in his little apartment complex telling the story to himself every night : a mother who loved him enough to give him the life he deserved , a father clearly not worthy of being in the picture . canyon , a boy with the bare minimum , sees it as more than enough .

a pudgy , quiet child following a robotic schedule doesn’t quite inspire the vision of a progeny to the king of the gods . canyon’s only friends are the ones he’s grown up with and the cousins subbing in as the siblings he was never given , his grandmother being perhaps the first person he tells anything to . but he can’t bring himself to open up when his mother begrudgingly confides a secret in him , taking him out for ice cream as an early birthday gift . he has half a mind to let his grandma know she showed up to her visit under the influence , high off whatever would make her deranged enough to tell canyon his father is a shapeshifting greek god who will be reaching out to him to hone his powers in a few days — but he quickly realizes that snitching would mean even less time spent with a mother who already only sees him in minimal increments . as with everything in life , he keeps it to himself , a move that would pay off when he’s approached by perhaps the most terrifyingly imposing man he’s seen in his life at a church service the day before his birthday .

his father is , despite all the obvious flaws , perhaps everything canyon has dreamed of becoming . they talk briefly during the service and make official introductions before he escapes into the day , promising to return and explain more in time . and he does . canyon’s sure to keep to himself who he’s quietly chatting with in the back pews every sunday , but he and his father talk at length in the relative secrecy of hushed voices in a boisterous sermon . the man doesn’t explain much about how he met canyon’s mother , nor what he does in general , but fills in all the gaps left by his mother’s erratic attempt at a conversation . the man buys canyon a new set of cleats for his birthday and notes to him that he can continue to fill in the gaps if he considers spending his summers away . he’ll make it happen , canyon simply has to agree .

and he does . his grandparents are less than thrilled to think that he’ll be away from them for three months and the fact that he’s making a lot of these details up as he goes nearly gets him caught , but his father helps him conceive a ruse so convincing , they’ll be able to leave his grandparents out of the whole demigod conversation .

and it seems almost as soon as he had found something resembling the parents he so longed for , they leave him perhaps more alone than before . his mother is jailed for a sequence of bad decisions and zeus makes himself a figure less and less , eventually becoming clear to canyon that he too will skirt along with the bare minimum , claiming him at 13 and tapering off the effort he exerts as canyon begins to make a name for himself throughout the american demigod scene . his camp friends ask if he’s planning to attend eonia and canyon makes it clear that he refuses , a full ride scholarship to howard university the only thing in his sights for the future . he wants to detach himself from the culture being force down his throat by these demigod hypocrites , he wants to be adamant in his pride over being a black american fighting for change .

a change of heart comes perhaps on a whim . his father makes an offhand comment about “ what a shame ” it is that canyon doesn’t see himself as cut out for demigod school . the boy , now every bit a young man after his growth spurts leave him at an imposing 6’3 and football shapes his body into a vessel of solid muscle , commands the energy of every group he’s thrust into , a pillar of his community and recognized as the one who will bring their neighborhood into greatness . driven , intelligent , and powerful , canyon grows into his role as the champion , and it becomes apparent that his father wants to push the vision of his own contribution forward where it counts , and canyon — the one born into nothing , wants to grow into something .

eonia welcomes him with open arms and before he even opens his mouth , it’s apparent that he carries himself like the son of a king : though he is quick to distance himself from his father who he had once so - idolized . in his head , he sets out to become something notable without the need to precede himself with his father’s name ; canyon is a force of nature all by his own creation , and he refuses to credit his own well - earned accomplishments to a father who was hardly that . he plans to use eonia to close the demigod chapter in his life , hoping he can hone his powers enough to then never use them , hoping to remain solely involved in the mortal world with no mind given to the demigods’ drama . he plans to attend law school directly upon graduating and become the next spearhead of a political movement with the goal of true justice for all disenfranchised people in mind .

— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

canyon ellis has made a name for himself despite his relative silence , a reputation preceding him even without the influence of his godly father’s name behind him . if anything , canyon represents what the ancient greeks perhaps idolized zeus to be — minus the hedonism that brought upon so much of the chaos plaguing his tales . a boy brought into the bare minimum becomes a man making due with the bare minimum , and canyon is known for a rhetoric that can prove a point out of anything . he’s an introvert in extrovert’s shoes , often spotted around teammates or other members of his clubs though he’s oft the last to say a word , choosing instead to observe in silence with those intense stares he’s become so well - known for . intimidating is perhaps an understatement when you pair his stature with his energy , the strength in his reservation and the discipline in his blood , standing tall and unwavering in his beliefs . he speaks with intention and though he’s most known for his serious side , he carries himself with a humble confidence that allows him to speak his truth with ease and stand up for what he believes in most , unafraid to call out those on the other end of his remarks . though he’s stern and admittedly reserved , he’s not shy , and pushes himself to reach beyond his areas of comfort in order to truly live up to the expectations he places on himself : expectations that are perhaps too high for him to realistically achieve in this lifetime .

though intense , canyon has a soft spot for those closest to him and though he won’t be the one stirring up the entertainment , he’s often biting back a smile at the antics of his loved ones , one of his catch phrases being “ i get the joke , i’m just not laughing because it’s not funny , ” followed by a pat on the head . he’s stern but not entirely humorless , kind but no - nonsense , and tends to hold himself to a certain standard of seriousness in most circumstances . he’ll let loose on the occasional night out , but there’s a sense of tension to him that seems clearly prepared to leap back into his leader shoes and fix whatever disaster may present itself . a projection of strength , poise , and dignity , canyon’s aptitude for leadership is equally his greatest strength and his biggest weakness , imbuing him with a moral compass and a sense of empathy that sometimes makes the world too black and white for him , refusing to see any circumstances that may complicate or excuse something .

his views on loyalty are severe and have left him with a handful of people he’s all but erased from his life , burning bridges without second thought though many in his circle advise him to reconsider . there’s right , and there’s wrong in his world , with nothing in between despite the fact that sometimes , there isn’t as clear cut of an answer as he claims there to be .

pair this with the trauma of his abandonments during the upbringing he faced and it comes together to result in a boy walking in a man’s shoes , fingernails digging into palms with the fever of all the words he bites back , fueled by a crusade for justice to give him some sense of worth — perhaps the only thing holding him together at this point .

— 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 .

AESTHETIC : uphill runs fueled by answer by tyler the creator blaring through your headphones , the perfectionism of a virgo and tenacity of a taurus , falling asleep to the swan by camille saint saens , vision obscured by hot tears , the flex of your jaw as you bite back a comment , the unsettling rumble in the air just before the strike of thunder , kendrick lamar blasting from your classic mustang , picking up the pieces of a shattered porcelain bust , the primal sense of connection in a team huddle , thunderous pounding of your pulse in your ears , being voted “ most likely to become president , ” a wide stance with arms crossed over your chest , power drawn from unity , never division .

my inspos for him were chiron / black from moonlight , erik killmonger from black panther , and batman lmao . i guess maybe some steve rogers ?

he’s the captain of the rugby team !

grew up playing football but the moment he casually played a rugby match at camp and interlocked into a scrum was the moment he was forever converted and has loved the sport ever since . he plays as a lock .

as a pre - law student , he’s in mock trial , as well as in the social justice collective . he is vice president of the black student collective and is an active and passionate member who is outspoken about black identity on campus

#EUINTRO #* ◞ 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐦𝐞 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝑔𝑜𝑛’ 𝐝𝐨 𝖙𝖔 𝑚𝑒 . ❪ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 : INTRO .#❪ yes this is a mess no i do not have the brain cells to clean it up #canyon is how i live my vicarious 'i have my shit together' fantasy

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