#cuteness aggression is real and horrible.

[whoareyouandwhyamihere]

THEYRE SO CUTE IM GONNA THROW UP

my faves... mental bar and gaagoo..

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[blkkizzat]

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟻........... THE BIG BROTHER ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series

visitor log: crazed with quarantine boredom, you can't help but to tease your naive lil' roommate—choso kamo—but you'll know when to stop before it goes too far—or have you already let the real choso in?

classifications: huge mommy kinks, calls reader mommy, dommy mommy!reader, affectionate cruelty/cuteness aggression, manipulative reader, begging, teasing, virgin, creampies, masturbation, panty theft/sniffing/munching, cunalingus, pussy drunk choso, dumbification, slight mentions of menophilia, mentions of aged-up yuji and todo (they give choso “the talk” lmfao).

incidents: 6.9k

You felt bad about this.

You really did. 

Although apparently not enough to actually keep you from teasing your half-cursed roommate, pushing him to the point where moisture shines in his wide, puppy-like eyes.

Standing behind the door of your apartment, you pretend you don’t know the Choso before you is not actually a doppelgänger—so convincingly, in fact, that Choso has even begun to question his own sense of self. 

“B-But, b-but—I t-think, ah no! I promise it’s really me. I can’t be the curse! I-I mean—wait, I am a curse—but only half! D-Don’t you recognize me??”

Worry edges Choso’s voice while his bottom lip quivers.

Damn, Choso just looks too cute, all forlorn and pouty. You can barely stand it.

“Nah, sounds like you’re copping pleas to me, doppelgänger.”

You nearly give yourself away too, stifling a small mewl from watching his adorable lil’ face crumble, blinking back tears. 

While you didn’t intend to make him cry, your pussy is now crying too. Moisture dampening your panties from finally releasing some of the twisted cuteness aggression you’ve been bottling up for so long.

Your half-curse roommate was just too baby-girl for his own damned good—how could you possibly resist toying with him a little?

With that, you decide to take things up a notch.

“Um, are you sure you’re who you say you are? Because my boyfriend, Choso, is already home!”

“B-B-BOY-F-F-FRIEND?!”

Choso’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, blushing furiously and practically choking on the word itself.

EEEEE! Too precious! 

You quickly cup your hand over your mouth hoping he couldn’t hear your giggles through the door.

Truthfully, you and Choso were just roommates.

Neither of you had come close to crossing any lines in the 10 months you’ve lived together. Your cohabitation has been entirely platonic thus far—to your dismay. 

Choso was unbelievably sexy and it makes him even sexier knowing how oblivious he was to it. However, Choso’s obliviousness is a problem in itself. Every subtle hint you drop seems to go right over his head. He was still so new to the ways of living as an everyday human and thus he interpreted everything in the most innocently unaware way possible.

You had no idea if Choso actually had any romantic inclinations towards you, but watching him get all flustered at the thought of dating you then cheesin’ like a goof only encourages the game you’re playing to continue.

You’d end this charade soon—you promise—but you just needed to mess with him a bit more. He’d been gone for almost two weeks, temporarily staying with Yuji back in the Jujutsu High dorms. You’ve been so lonely at home without him, which of course you use to justify your teasing by saying how he owed you this tiny bit of entertainment.

And it's entertaining as hell.

“You mean you don’t even know that Choso and I have been dating for 3 months!? You’re a horrible doppelgänger, you know that? I thought you’d be more convincing than this.”

On the other side of the door Choso was close to losing his entire shit. He had no idea how to process any of this information—unequivocally not having the slightest clue you’re purely fucking with him.

“D-Dating!? 3 m-months!?!”

Choso chews on his lip, trying to churn his exhausted thoughts together. 

When did this happen!? 

He’d been away hunting doppelgänger curses with Yuji practically non-stop for 2 weeks, he’s exhausted from the sheer number of doppels they exterminated and can’t think straight. He didn’t expect to come home to you accusing him of being one—let alone calling him your boyfriend!

Boyfriend. 

That title continued to pinball in Choso’s mind. 

He wanted to get closer to you for such a long time too, but didn’t know how exactly to go about it, all the social aspects of humanity being brand new to him—especially dating.

Not like he’d ever thought about living a normal life or dating living as a curse. Not until he started working for Jujutsu Tech and Yuji suggested he try living a bit more independently. You, one of the many assistant managers and Yuji’s friend, just happened to be in need of a roommate at the time. Being familiar with the Jujutsu world, you weren’t put off by him being a half-curse, quite the opposite. You’d been so helpful, always cheerful and kind, guiding him through any rough patches and helping him in a way similar to how Yuji does.

Yet it didn’t take long for Choso to realize he felt things about you he’d never experienced with anyone else, not even his brothers. 

The desire to constantly be around you and protect you was similar to how he felt about Yuji but with you it just didn’t stop there. Choso wanted to touch you, he wanted to hold you and he desperately wanted to be held by you too. 

Simultaneous to his budding affections for you—Choso realized the persistent pattern of his cock stiffening terribly when you’d casually roam around the apartment in your pjs. PJs that consisted of curve-clinging bottoms and braless crop-tops that would show the exact outline of your pussyprint along with every slight jiggle of tiddy from your movements.

Confused, Choso immediately went to Yuji with his problem—divulging everything. 

It took about 10 minutes for Yuji and Todo (who happened to be with Yuji at the time) to stop laughing before Yuji finally explained that it was a perfectly normal reaction to seeing a pretty girl dressed in so little. 

“Ha! Damn, seeing that juicy ass in tiny shorts everyday? You are truly blessed brother.”

Choso frowned, going silent. 

He secretly hated when Todo referred to him as brother—only him and Yuji were brothers. 

Moreover, the sinister urge to release piercing blood right through Todo’s tiny peanut head had startled Choso. Choso wasn’t one quick to anger and Todo’s comment wasn’t a threat or an insult by any means—but Choso still didn’t like it, even if he agreed with the sentiment. The last thing he wanted you to do, even to his own torment, was to cover up.

Although admittedly, Choso had seen lots of beautiful women wearing even less on the social media apps Yuji had him download. However, the faint notions of attraction were never as intense as when he was around you.

Not even close.

He didn’t know what to do about that. 

Especially after Yuji had warned Choso that it would be inappropriate to let you see any of the many erections Choso got while in your presence. Continuing to say that unless you felt the same way, it would make you uncomfortable and the only reason you did dress that way around him in the first place is because you are comfortable with him.

Todo on the other hand had a different approach and suggested to Choso he “accidentally” drop his towel in front of you after getting out of the shower.

Face red with embarrassment, Choso pointedly ignored that advice.

Making you uncomfortable was the last thing Choso wanted to risk. 

Choso didn’t want to be any more of a burden to you after you had so graciously helped him over these past months, so he never made any of his affections for you known and certainly wouldn’t be able to recognize if you felt the same way. 

Consequently, he would always quickly excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of the issue, anytime it happened to ‘pop up’. 

Literally. 

He was only glad right now that he couldn’t see you in them calling him your boyfriend or he would surely get hard, hell he was starting to regardless.

Choso is thoroughly perplexed, yet his next question is so innocent you nearly moan out from the sheer cluelessness of it all.

“A-A—Are we really dating—y-you and I? I-I mean, you actually wanted to d-date someone like me?”

Okay, now.

Now would be the perfect time to come clean. 

You’d had your fun right?

You could tell he was starting to take this seriously and it wouldn’t be harmless for much longer if you kept this up. 

You honestly don’t even know what’s gotten into you. This sudden wave of aggression feels out of character for you. You’ve never had any inclination to be so pushy or dominant—in fact, you’ve been referred to as a pillow princess in past relationships.

Yet with Choso it was different and had been since the beginning. The urge to encourage him felt so natural—manifesting as a strange bubbling in your chest whenever he had a doleful look of wide-eyed wonderment, head tilted slightly to the side from processing new information. 

God, it was a mixture of pride, joy and endearment that intensified in such a way you just wanted to make him cry—and it’s the exact same look he has right now you note gazing out of the peephole. 

Your legs rub together, but the shifting of your thighs wasn’t near enough stimulation for your repressed lust. You resisted the compulsions that would sprout to tease or taunt him for far too long and it was all spilling out now.

“Of course, we are Cho! Well me and the real Choso—you’re clearly just a doppelgänger or you wouldn’t be asking your girlfriend that.”

You are the absolute worst. 

“Oh, r-right…”

Choso stops, trailing off mid-sentence when he is finally hit with a revelation. 

But if you two were in fact dating did that mean—

Choso swallows hard, recalling all the accounts Yuji and Todo sent him full of videos (twitter porn) of what two people do together when they ‘date’. Yuji also told him though, if he’d go out to bars with him and Todo he’d likely have no issue finding a girl who’d also do it with him—even if they weren’t dating.

But Choso declined. 

He wasn't interested in doing those things with anyone else—he only wanted to do those things with you.

—wait but….could he really *gulps* with you?

Choso breaks into a anxious sweat.

The problem in his pants had been getting worse lately. To the point he had been excusing himself twice a night to settle down his cock and would try to sit on the furthest end of the sofa during movie nights with a pillow over his crotch. 

Although to his torturous agony, somehow you always seemed to find your way over to his side. By the end of the movie you’d be curled up to him with your head on the pillow in his lap over his erection that would have been throbbing all the while. 

But dating?

Were you actually dating all this time and he’d been too clueless to recognize it? 

Choso didn’t know how it started or what all it entailed but he definitely felt like the worst boyfriend in the world for not realizing it sooner! 

He needed to talk to you about that and apologize—but first he needed to convince you it was actually him.

“B-But roomie—please, it’s really me!”

You smirk, getting another mischievous idea.

Roomie, eh? Heehee.

You and Choso call each other ‘roomie’ in the same affectionate way close friends would call each other ‘bestie’—but this too you would use against him as you’re too far on a roll to stop now.

“Roomie?! Nah, my boyfriend Choso only calls me Mommy.”

“MA-MA-MOMMY!?!”

Choso grabs his chest over his heart, and begins muttering something you can’t quiet here, prompting you to consider if a part of his brain has shut down. 

Well, a piece of yours surely did.

All your thoughts are now controlled by the growing ache between your thighs.

You wish you could tackle him to the ground and ride him until he can't cum anymore and his pleas for you to stop melt into submissive whimpers as your pussy would continue to milk him.

While you might not have confirmation if Choso has feelings for you, you can plainly see he’s not repulsed by it at least.

Even so, intrusive pessimistic thoughts creep in, making you wonder if you’re simply too much for him. He’s already been so jumpy around you lately—more than usual—to the point where you worry you might be making him uncomfortable.

Maybe you haven’t been as good with keeping your cruel urges suppressed as you think?

Choso has been keeping a bit more distance too whenever you try to get too close. You know he’s still so naive to the ways of the world, and even if you are teasing him now, the last thing you want is to make him feel taken advantage of.

After all, you genuinely consider both him and Yuji friends—especially since letting Choso stay with you was originally a favor to Yuji.

However, a part of you secretly thinks Yuji may have had some vendetta against you—because why else would he have gifted his older brother those gray sweatpants and black compression tees for xmas? 

Choso didn’t wear underwear often either, especially when around the house—and a person would have to be blind not to see how fat his cock was just flaccid against his thighs.

So yeah, you did start wearing less and less around him, the boy shorts you wore a few weeks ago might as well have been panties from how far they rode up your crack to let the bottom of your ass cheeks poke out of them.

But Choso, even with that, still wouldn’t look your way for too long. 

You sigh.

Alright you had your fun, you’d—

“I-I’m real, I know how to p-prove it!”

Seconds away from stepping back to open the door and barrier, you're speechless as your eyes widen with recognition. The solid blue and tan print cotton material Choso tearfully pulls from his sleeve definitely belong to you.

YOUR RILAKKUMA PERIOD PANTIES!?

“A f-fake Choso wouldn’t have t-these!”

The words spill out of his lips as he looks down at his feet in shame.

Your eyes haven’t dilated from the size of saucers as Choso reveals undeniable proof that he’s the real deal. How else would he have found those heavily soiled teddy bear granny panties you’d hidden so well at the bottom of the laundry basket? You’d stashed them there weeks ago, right before he came home earlier than expected—just before you could wash them. 

You hadn’t even realized they were missing!

*Sniff* “M’s-so s-sorry M-Mommy, I-I know i-tt’s wrong—j-just miss you s’much when *sniff* m’gone for so l-long… n’these smell s’much like you n’have your b-blood on ‘em a-and—”

Is this real life!?

Choso’s mournful apologies are blubbering out of him a mile a minute but your thoughts go to hell at the debauched truth. Taking shallow breaths, you’re mindlessly caressing the pads of your fingers over your clothed cunt, eager to relieve any of the ache.

“—Uh—um, C-Choso, baby…?”

Even though he’s still rambling, your voice quiets him.

“Y-yeah, Mommy?”

Fuck! 

The hand stroking over your pussy urgently fumbles under the waistband of your shorts and panties to rub on your clit directly now.

He couldn’t just call you Mommy like this and expect you not to be soaked! (Even if it’s your fault he is).

Silently praying that Choso couldn’t hear the soft clicking of your fingers sliding inside your drooling folds to play with your slippery lil’ bud.

Yeah, you were horrible alright—yet you were also horny as hell. 

An unexpected turn of events for sure, but there’s no way you couldn’t see this through now. Especially now that he was full on calling you ‘Mommy’ and had just admitted to stealing your panties! 

So he’d liked you all this time after all?! 

Finding out more was becoming an essential need akin to breathing air.

“T-Tell Mommy something, yeah Cho baby? W-What exactly do you do with Mommy’s panties?”

Looking at his feet, the embarrassment on Choso’s face speaks for itself as he turns his back to the door in shame.

Likewise, you peel yourself from behind the door, leaning against the adjacent wall for additional support as your other hand hurriedly pushes up your top to tweak at your nipples. 

Getting off on the mere mental image of his chagrin and the pitiful whimpers you can hear through the door as Choso starts explaining through his tearful sobs his filthy thieving actions.

Shit—he’s such a horney little freak about it too!

Choso reluctantly admits that due to his heightened senses of being a half-curse he can always smell when you’re bleeding (Yuji also had to assure him there was nothing wrong with you).

Once he’d discovered the pair you left in the basket, Choso couldn’t help himself. 

And they weren’t the first pair he’d taken either. 

Choso had pilfered many sets of your undies to sniff while he hurriedly jerked his cock. Admitting to you sometimes just being around you for too long causes him to get hard. He’d rush to the bathroom and dig through your laundry, scouring for a pair of your panties or thongs like a mad man before resting them directly over his lips and nose. Finally at ease, the bathroom was his refuge and Choso ultimately would bathe his senses in your scent more than he would use the bathroom to actually bathe his body. 

Never lasting too long, Choso would cum all over his trembling hands from perversely sniffing and tonguing down the dirtied gusset of your panties.

If there were times Choso thought he was being too noisy, he’d stuff them in his mouth entirely. Sucking out the sweet tang of your cunt from the fibers and imagining it was your actual pussy his mouth was full of instead. 

Being the considerate roomie he is though, Choso would always clean them. Your panties would be returned to you, washed and folded and placed in your drawer before you could notice them missing.

Near hyperventilating now, Choso’s face is saturated in tears. He's so scared of your reaction. Surely, even if you two were dating you’d still hate him for the huge violation of privacy.

But if he’d known you were dating before, he’d have at least asked you for permission! 

“...M-M-Mommy—are you mad?”

Mad? 

Well you were madly finger popping your pussy to his depraved as fuck confession, if that counted as mad.

By the end of his perverse admission of guilt, you had slid all the way down to the floor. Trying to bite back cries as you are two fingers deep into your cunt. Pumping your soaked digits in and out of your pussy. No longer able to hold back, you are moaning aloud. 

“AHH, FUHH!”

The steamy twisted visions in your mind replay over and over, imagining him in those stupidly sexy gray sweats stroking himself while munching your panties like a fiend. 

Truthfully, the fantasy is doing you in badly and trumped everything else for you.

You haven't been this wet in ages and if he was getting off to your panties, it’s only fair you got off to him owning up to it—right?

“Um, M-Mommy…are y-you okay?”

Choso’s brow furrows when you don’t respond. 

Turning back around, he listens intently for any reply. Head cocking to the side when Choso can only hear muffled cries and the messy sounds of something wet squelching behind the door.

Suddenly, a cold panic sets in for Choso—you said he was already home! 

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Choso had been so focused on the whole boyfriend and dating reveal he’d completely overlooked that very important detail. He'd been with Yuji for the past week, so it couldn’t have been him, it had to be—a doppel.

You had let in a doppelganger?

Was he in there with you now?

Were you hurt? Is that why you weren’t answering him?

You didn’t sound hurt before but you certainly do now…well maybe not hurt exactly, but extremely distressed at the very least.

“MOMMY, ANSWER ME!!!”

Choso’s anxious cry did capture your attention but unfortunately only fueled the sense of urgency in your fingers thrusting messily into your sopping cunt.

Holy shit—and the wretchedly pathetic way he just called you ‘Mommy?’ 

You know you’re so fucked up for getting off on tormenting poor Choso like this, but his confession was so fucking hot and pretty fucked all on its own. 

There’s no way in hell you could stop now!

How long has it been even since you last orgasm? You couldn’t even remember, your head floating in the haze of a thick pleasurable fog. Regardless the actual length of time the answer was still that it had been too fucking long. 

“AH-AH—SHIIIIIIIT!” 

So close!

Your hand pulling at your nipples joins your other down your pants. The fingers not plunging in your tight slippery core are scrawling urgent cursive patterns over your sensitive nub, unconsciously spelling out Choso’s name on your clit over and over.

Your toes curl as you chew on your lip, the rope in your belly pulls taunt ready to snap when—

BAMMMMMM!!!

Choso barrels through the door and barrier—flowing red scale activated. 

The door itself barely hangs on its hinges as it ricochets back into place (yeah that was def coming out of your deposit for sure).

Scaring you half to death, orgasm thwarted, you can only stare at Choso as rage you’d never seen before is etched all over his face. Yet still his concern for you is evident in rapid fire questions he shoots at you faster than you can even process with your mind still swimming in your lingering arousal.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“WHERE IS HE?!”“DID HE HURT YOU?!”

“HE HURT YOU—I’LL KILL ‘EM!”

Pacing around your apartment frantically, Choso abruptly comes to a stop once he senses that you are the only two in the apartment. 

There’s no doppelganger terrorizing you.

The both of you are panting—Choso from his battle-ready stance, blood congealing off the edges of the vivid crimson barbed arrows on his flustered cheeks—and you, panting from the shock of him bursting through the door, making your core to clench and pulse to the beat of your skyrocketing heart rate.

Stuck like a deer in headlights, you swallow thickly. You’re not sure how much time passes—it feels like hours, though it’s likely only been a few minutes. 

Regaining enough of your wits to remember the compromising position you are in, you slowly begin to pull your hands out of your shorts. The movement catches Choso’s eye, his vision narrowing in on your hands and fixes on the glimpse he receives of the large moist spot leaking through your cute yellow sleep shorts.

“W-W-Wait!”

Breath stuttering in a bit of a tizzy, Choso drops to his knees before you the second it clicks what you were doing. All thoughts of your obvious lies gone, the arousing perfume wafting off your cunt slaps him upside the head and severely cripples his ability to process the entire situation. 

It smells so-so much more sweet and potent than the stale remnants he’d get from your used panties!

You remain all the while still against the wall, his bigger form towers over you, effectively trapping you between the surface and his massive erection. The hard-on Choso sports proudly pokes through his baggy hakama pants. Yet he's so transfixed on the moisture glimmering on your soft thighs, he doesn’t realize he’s even showing it off to you—you do notice, however, quite a lot.

Fuck, you’d never seen him hard before he was so big!  

“C-can I see?” 

Choso’s voice meekly squeaks out, his tone becoming pitchy as he chews on his bottom lip and wipes his slick clammy palms off on his pants.

Oh shit, he’s so fucking cute you could eat him right the fuck up.

And unknowingly Choso was thinking the same thing about you—wishing you’d let him in sooner.

Why were you doing this without him? 

He was your boyfriend right? He could have been helping you with this.

Did you think he’d not want to do this with you? 

Did you not want to do it with him?

Yet Choso doesn’t get the opportunity to voice any of these concerns as his mind turns to goo when your pink tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. Nodding affirmatively, you gently shimmy your pj shorts down.

Your heart is beating so hard in your ears right now.

You know a conversation needs to be had and that you have to tell him the truth—fess up and come clean. 

Although all of that seemed so small and irrelevant compared to the very large cock thumping against Choso’s thigh and the pertinent fluttering of your pussy—she’s not letting you forget how badly you still want to cum for a second.

If anything you were just happy more than anything he was just as big, if not a bigger, sexually repressed degenerate as you are.  The fact that you both wanted each other would be good enough for now which was more than evident in Choso’s eyes—crazed with excitement and following your every move.

He most definitely keenly whines like an injured puppy. As if the sight of you spreading your thick thighs open to reveal the pretty pair of mesh and silk panties, with a sizable expanding wet spot over your core, pains him and he trembles. 

“Mmm, is it okay if I…?”

Neither you nor Choso is quite sure what he’s asking permission for but you give it to him regardless.

Your body jumps slightly when you feel his shaky grasp touch your warm skin just above your knees. Trying to calm himself proves futile the higher Choso’s palms stumble upwards to rest on your inner thighs. 

The audible puff Choso breathes out seeing with his own eyes the pretty shape and color of your glistening cunt through the wet mesh material.

Lowering his face closer to your core, Choso unabashedly takes the biggest whiff of your lewd aroma. His eyes roll back as he moans sensually. His warm breath and flicks of his drool gust over your quivering cunt which has your hips eagerly tipping forward to offer yourself up to him on a platter.

“Cho?”

The neediness is evident in your wanton tone and Choso’s eyes perk up toward you, expectantly, wide-eyed obedience like a hungry dog before it's rewarded with a tasty treat.

“What you said you did to my panties, Cho?—m’do it like that baby.”

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

“OHHH GAWD—F-FUCK!”

Choso’s iron hold spreads your doughy thighs apart as his face imposes itself deeper into the fabric covering your creamy cunt, not allowing you to wiggle yourself loose. 

When you told Choso to eat you like he did your panties you didn’t expect he’d actually keep them on you!

You’re discovering just how much Choso liked chewing on your panties—on or off you apparently. You’d tease him for the fetish if he’d ever pause to come up for air and give your poor lil’ puss a break from the carnal torrent of his feverish tongue. 

Head bobbing back and forth in a rhythm all of its own, Choso is quite literally crying into your pussy, deliriously whimpering unintelligible praises of her—with no sign of stopping. At his complete mercy, your hands hold on to pigtails like reigns, except no amount of pulling gets Choso to put heel to his rampage—in fact it does the opposite.

Choso is obsessed with the whole of you—every shiver, twitch or cry he elicits from you encourages him to draw out even more.

How could he not be? 

Especially with the delectable dish before him consisting of your translucent soggy panties gluing itself to the exact shape of your smooth inner folds and puffy clit. Completely saturated, a build up of slick, spit and tears suds atop the mesh creating sloppy spit bubbles in the wake of his mouth’s crazed motions. Bubbles which Choso eagerly slurps up again like a man who's been parched for days. 

And truly he is—not wanting to remove his head between your heavenly thighs for even a moment lest he wake and discover this all to be a hallucination. He didn’t want to ever go back to only imagining this kind of bliss.

“Soooo g-good..GOD—S-Such…AH—g-good boy, Cho.”

Lost in the sauce of your sweet pussy, Choso gleefully continues—languid in his exploration but purposeful, you feel every flex of his dexterous muscle quivering in your pussy as he licks you from your swollen outer lips and into the folds of your inner labia. 

Choso commits every groove of your cunt to his memory. 

Only once you tense enough, arching your back and digging your nails into his cranium to push him towards her will Choso finally pay attention to your clit— his thick spongy tongue flattens, ensuring its soft bump texture scrapes across each and every nerve in your sensitive fleshy bundle. He’s feverishly making out with your bud to the point of making your actual mouth jealous.

Fuck, he was eating you like a pro and you haven’t even properly kissed him yet!

His skills are a total 180 degree shift from how novice he was just an hour earlier.

Obviously inexperienced, Choso’s first inclination was to latch his entire mouth over your clothed cunt, sucking and licking aimlessly, which honestly tickled at first more than anything.

Yet being the fast-learning good boy he is, Choso takes your instructions as well as your nonverbal cues to heart. Checking in with you often, his eyes darted up to you with innocent coos of ‘How does it feel, Mommy?’ reverberating into your core. 

Not only does Choso take direction well, he proactively improvises. 

You weren’t expecting him to start humming on your clit when you instructed him to suck it directly. Playing you like a harmonica, shaking his head and alternating between sucking and blowing. The insane waves vibrated into your cunt to stimulate every single pleasure point. 

You’d never gotten eaten out so desperately before, let alone with your underwear still on!

More caring with your pleasure than his own, Choso has already pulled two mind-bending orgasms out of you. Dining on your savory cunt like it's his last meal, Choso’s greediness while drowning in your pussy is steadily taking you to number three. 

To say Choso is pussy-drunk at the moment would be a massive understatement. 

Choso is worshiping you like he had found God in your gooey lips and as far as he was concerned he has. Relentlessly grinding against the floor, shuddering and moaning into your cunt he’d gladly pray into your pussy as much as you’d let him, swirling his tongue as far as he could into your cute hole winking against your soggy panties. 

From the noises he makes you think he’s already found enough pleasure of his own to soil his pants.

And you’re absolutely right.

Frantically rubbing his dick against your shared apartment’s plush carpet, the absolute elation he feels to finally taste you after all this time combined with the scratchy friction of the fibers prove too much for his needy virgin cock to bear. 

Nevertheless, that doesn’t slow him, uncaring about the uncomfortable stickiness caking between his legs when his head is still very occupied between yours.

“Shiiiit, ah—fuh—W-waiiiit, baby…Chos—OH!”

Stomach clenching, eye rolling ecstasy takes over when his canine accidentally swiped over your overstimmed clit. The tension finally snaps and your legs jerk with the prickly pleasure of tingles running through them. Your lashes splash away the stream of tears filling your eyes from the third orgasm Choso has studiously pulled from you.  

Choso shows no sign of stopping and while you’d happily let your little eater go to town on you all night, your pussy is screaming at you—you needed him to fill her up.

It takes all your strength to pry Choso’s face out of your cunt. His flushed cheeks are drenched and he appears dazed, a dreamy gaze in his eyes before distress instantly etches his features upon realizing he wasn’t suffocating himself in your pussy any longer.

“Nooo, Mommy pleaaaasuh! She’s s’p-pretty n s’creamy—s’wet… l-let me go back, kay?”

His deranged affectionate whines spur you to tug on his hair harder, keeping his attention focused on your face as you pose to him the question that has him ready to cum in his pants all over again.

“I know Cho, your mouth is s’good at getting Mommy’s pussy messy. But baby, don’t you wanna wet your dick in your girlfriend’s pussy next?”

Dumbstruck, Choso never considered that an option. 

“Or are you just satisfied with stewing in your own cum filled pants?”

Truly, he would have been happy just setting up camp all night with his face lodged in your cunt. Yet you flipped the lights on in his mind again, reminding him of how much he’d wanted to feel you on his cock knowing it would be so much better than his calloused hands stroking him.

With a series of dopey headshakes, Choso is scrambling to remove his robes. 

“Sorry, m’sorry!”

You couldn’t laugh at Choso for nearly falling over himself enthusiastically trying to shed his clothes, not when you’re just as wound up. Buzzing with lust, you're openly drooling seeing the massive stain on Choso’s white hakama as he sits back on his knees. Pushing down his pants, Choso’s cock rebounds bobbing back towards his belly and leaving glimmering traces of the prior mess he’s made. 

You knew he was big but holy shit—he’s too fuckin baby girl to be carrying around such a deadly daddy weapon in his pants. It makes rock hard length all the more intimidating the way his mushroomy tip reddens as the pearly streams of his essence flow over the heavy vein swaying his cock forward.

“If you really mean it, then apologize to Mommy with your cock for wasting all her cum in those pants of yours.”

You’re way past the line of going too far already. 

You know you are playing with fire teasing him like this, especially since the thick lines of his ability still activated even if the barbs were no longer on his face. He’d literally split you in two if he went too fast—and yet?

A part of you wanted him to break you.

Hovering over your form, like you were a delicate object while helping you pull off your last remaining articles of clothing. There's a mixture of both of your fluids webbing to your cunt as your panties—now destroyed with little holes scattering them from Choso him furiously gnawing on them like a teething puppy— are gingerly peeled off your skin.

Seeing you completely naked, Choso is stunned stupid. 

Utterly stuck, he’s biting his inner cheek hard so he doesn’t cum just from the sight of you from your warmed cheeks, pert nipples, quivering belly and pussy glossy from leaking a steady stream of drool.

“Y-You’re perfect!”

Choso blurts out and you think you can feel the thumping in your pussy all the way up in your eardrums as you overload on his adorableness. 

Spreading your legs wider you allow him to settle between your thighs, your hips slightly strain from accommodating his large body that completely dwarfs yours as Choso presses ope your thighs again. 

His anticipation visible, Choso’s upper body is trembling, biting down on his lip as he cautiously runs his angry cockhead down your soaked slit.  

“Shiiiiiiit.”

Drawing back Choso hesitates, the feel of even your pearly gland against his tip is almost too much.

“Umm, Y-You know what you’re doing Cho? I can get on—”

“NO! Um, y-yeah… I mean, I’d want that it’s, uh—I-I wanna make you feel good first if that’s okay, Mommy?”

Choso mumbles shyly, a determined look behind his bashefulness—so fuckin cute!

Oh yeah, you couldn’t wait for your turn to eat him the fuck up.

You’d settle for his lips though, tasting yourself on them you share your first real kiss while Choso is sinking inside your gummy core. The kiss doesn’t last long, only faintly grazing your tongue against his own before Choso is choking into your mouth. Unable to savor the kiss as he can’t even control the movement of his lips, just sneaking the very tip inside you near paralyzes him with pleasure.

Too warm, too wet and the fit much too tight—so it’s no surprise that when his hips dare to venture only a tiniest bit forward he's immediately cumming inside you with broken wails and sobs. 

“M’sorry! M’sorry! M’sorry!”

Your mind is elsewhere, still delayed from your pussy getting stretched so wide from the mere girth of the cockhead just minutes after getting eaten like a last meal on death row—so you didn’t even consider how fast he would cum once he was inside you.

Telling him to pull out now would be pointless, especially considering how incredibly turned on you are by him shaking like a leaf from just putting his tip inside. Trying to thursy into you further has him collapsing down and crying nonsense into your neck. 

A small smile is on your lips as you soothe him, amused with your pussy being Choso’s personal kryptonite. Hooking your arms under his, you stroke his shoulder blades whispering assurances.

“Just breathe Cho”

You’re also relishing the break it also gave you time to adjust, you were so full just from taking half of him. Your walls are slowly learning to accommodate his girth and clench around him, sucking him further in causing him to keen pitchy little moans as the pool of slobber increases down your nape.

Shit. You’re craving more.

You didn’t want to rush him as you can tell how just the smallest crumb of pussy has him in shambles, but your insides might burn up entirely if he didn’t start moving soon. 

Your gentle touch slick with the sweat beading on his broad chiseled back, roams down until you reach his hips. Nails digging into the sides of his glutes for grip, you pull his pelvis forward and down. Teaching him just how to fuck you, you lead his twitching length deeper into your pussy before guiding his hips back up then down again. 

Frankly, you think Choso might bust again from the deep groan he sighs when his long cock knocks against your cervix, fully sheathed in you. But your good boy proves to be a quick study yet again and it only takes a few cycles of training his hips before Choso adapts to a steady consistent rhythm on his own.

His eyes are screwed shut though, knowing from the videos he watched you wouldn’t be satisfied unless he could last longer for you. Certainly Choso would nut if he caught a glimpse of how nicely the peaks of your stiff nipples were bouncing or the lewd splash of creamy fluids from your cunt edging up your churning tummy like a tide. 

It was almost too much on its own that Choso could still taste the sweet tang of your cunt on his lips knowing his cock was buried so deeply in her. Choso’s oral fixation getting the best of him, the desire to suck on all parts of you rose as he scoops you up slightly, arms wrapped around your back propping your chest up towards his mouth so he can suckle on your tiddies.

When Choso inevitably makes the mistake of opening his eyes. Your sweet face, twisted in rapture, eyes fluttering back in a way that nearly matches the fluttering of your cunt around him undoes him again.

Choso just loves you too much.

“G-Gonna cum, again—m’sorry Mommy! G-GUHHHHHHH. P-Pussy too good. Never wanna leave—never gonna leave your perfect pussy, Mommy. I’ll stay inside you like this.”

Deranged in ecstasy, head burrowed in the safe haven in your tits, Choso’s declarations feel more like threats. Mouth is still full of tiddy, Choso coos out more promises of loving you and your pretty pussy so good like you deserve and making up for the months he could have been doing this.

“C-Cho, baby, pull out if you’re g-gonna—”

Too late.

To his credit Choso, wasn't even doing it on purpose. His body is in auto mode. Your cunt crippling his brain too badly for him to have any real control and Choso fucking you more like a curse than a human in the moment.

You’d asked for it with your teasing though, you thought as another load of viscous warmth blooms into your guts. Initially you figured no harm since it was his first time, but you’re now  losing count of the many times Choso has battered your puffed pussy into another orgasm and in turn busted in you. 

Obscene sounds squelch out of your pretty pussy, his cum making it even easier for him to frantically buck his hips to slam against your g-spot with every thrust—growing wholly addicted to the feeling of sliding in and out of you. 

His desperation for you has Choso manhandling you into different positions, all which you have Yuji and Todo to thank for sending him all their fap material. You didn’t know that though and you didn’t have time to wonder either when Choso has zero regard for the flexibility some of these positions require, yet obediently it’s your body bends to his will. 

Your head is drowning in euphoria from getting fucked so savagely, it takes a while to realize that you’ve changed positions again. Now on your stomach, ass up and shoulder being held down as Choso is using your creamy pulverized cunt like his own personal fleshlight. 

Your limbs feel weak and you’re cumming so hard now it’s almost painful, Choso reaches around to strum your abused clit while biting into your neck.

“One more time, Mommy! Please let me fuck you, one more time!”

Unfortunately for your poor pummeled pussy, that one more time was 3 rounds ago and your new boyfriend hasn’t gone soft yet—likely thanks to his blood manipulating abilities.

But since you manipulated Choso and yourself into a 3 month relationship it’s only fair he manipulates his cock into staying hard—right?

Choso has to make up for an entire 3 months of not fucking you tonight.

Good luck with that!

......RESULT: INCONCLUSIVE. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜—𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚎����𝚎𝚗 '𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢'.

that's not my jjk man series (visit series page for full animation)

i did not mean for it to be this long but got carried away as this the first time ive written virgin!choso.

comment and reblog! next up nanami, reworking it bit thats why I delayed it.

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[bucknastysbabe]

Hi hello I had brain rot and popped this out! Idk if it’s an incoherent horny ramble or not but SKIDIBOP MM DADA BOOM💥💥🤯🤯🤯

Rating: Explicit

Tags: A/B/O, Alpha!bucky, omega!reader, reader is inhuman and former hydra asset, confessions of love, mating cycles, TW//non-descript sexual assault, horrible self talk, hydra trash party tendencies, Sweet fluffy big boy Buck, breeding kink, marathon sex, pnv!sex, kinda feral ass behavior, scenting n marking

@lovelykhaleesiii @godrakin @borikenlove @ilikeitbetterangsty @connorsui I think I got my Bucky slores all counted out ;)

Feral. - B. Barnes

Bucky was panicking, sour pheromones leaking from his pores. He was an alpha, technically, but would be entering his first rut after years of chemical castration by Hydra. Rendered him beta. Now it was coming up on him, soon— you could smell that much.

Being one of the few omegas around that offered to help him out, your own powers would ease the inevitable roughness of a feral Alpha. Bucky chose you due to your close friendship, both Hydra superpowered assets. You guys could relate to each other. Although you never had to miss a heat, your handler taking full advantage of your needy state.

Bastard.

Bucky had all the signs of rut coming up; aggression, hypersensitivity, appetite, and smelling up the entire room. Stark had banned Buck to his apartment citing, “It fucking stinks, go wear him out for the love of God.” You had grabbed your clothes and favorite nesting blankets to join the brunette soon after.

Subtle cramps made you shift, the fuckers scent alone would send you into a synced heat. He smelled good, like a woodsy smell, a winter’s day, all that sappy nonsense. Bucky grunted, “What if I hurt you? Like bite your mating gland without meaning it?”

You tapped your neck, nail clicking on an invisible collar. Bucky stopped in his tracks, brows furrowing. “They have guards for that. You can lick and scent all you want but no bitesies Barnes.” He groaned, “Thank god for the future, I guess.” Another cramp hit you, hissing involuntarily at the pain.

Blue eyes flicked to you, him coming close to you. He asked gently, “What’s wrong?” You clenched your teeth and gritted out, “You. Going to send me into heat soon so stop fighting it and worrying.” Bucky’s eyes widened and he gulped, coming to terms with the reality of the situation. Fucking his good friend, you, who he had intensely mooned over for a while now.

The brunette nodded and gestured, “Do you need to nest first? I’m just going to, uh, eat a little more.” You rolled your eyes at his obvious stress eating. He was cutely fluffy now from the transition of Romania to the Avengers compound, trying to adjust. Cramp, ow. Grabbing the blankets you mounded and moulded them to your own liking. Bucky’s scent only made it better, you taking a deep inhale.

You cried out as the first real pang of heat hit you, slick gushing forth, sending you into the nest face first— drooling and whining for Bucky. Usually you used suppressants, hating how submissive and fucking stupid you got, the intense emotions brought up old memories. But not this cycle, waiting for Bucky had you back to stupidtown.

Bucky almost snarled in concern, swallowing down his protein bar and crawling onto the bed. You clawed at your clothes, ripping off the top easily. “Buuuck, help, leggings, stupid!,” you managed. The brunette yanked down your legging and underwear, growling, “Don’t call yourself that— fucking hell!”

Oh. There it was. He’d finally hit it. 

Bucky groaned deeply, taking off his clothes haphazardly, you could hear the ripping and tossing while drooling on a blanket, biting down in agony. You whined, “C’mon Alpha, knot, need it, fill my pussy up!” The normal you cringed on in the inside, but Bucky nodded along. He rasped, “Fuck yes, yes, gonna fill my pretty ‘mega up.”

You could almost purr at Barnes referring you as ‘his’.

Buck’s mismatched hands gripped your hips, sliding an impossibly fat cock between your weeping folds. A shiver wracked your spine, mewing and crying his name at the feeling. He rumbled in that Alpha timbre, “Be a good omega and just take it, make it look easy, please.” By the end of the sentence your sweet Bucky had leaked out some. Turning around to gaze at him he slid in your cunt with a grunt, fangs bared and eyes blazing.

Swollen and fucking hot he speared you fully, stretching and overfilling underused pussy. It had been so long since you’d fucked someone and damn you were glad it was him. Your pussy ached and widened around him, gushing profuse slick. Buck groaned and snapped his hips forward, dragging along everything. He let out a strangled moan, “Fuck, dolly, so goddamn tight. Gonna bl-blow fast.”

“Hurry up and fuck me then!”

A rough smack to your ass had you shutting up with a whimper. Bucky jackhammered your pussy, grunting and gasping, poor thing’s dick probably hurting. His hips smacked into your own, a metal hand pushing at the small of your back for a different angle. You wailed, Bucky cursed and pressed his soft belly to your back, chomping and nosing eagerly at the protected mating gland.

He couldn’t get enough of it, moaning and lapping like a baby alpha fucking his first rut toy. Big hands explored your body, one coming down to toy with your oversensitive clit, making you gush further. The closeness and angle had you whimpering, need forcing you to whine, “Oh, Buck, kiss me, please!”

He blinked dumbly at you, lips swollen from mauling your scent glands. You whimpered, emotions immediately jumping to: oh he hates you, used up omega. The alpha frowned and seized forward clumsily, noses mashing together as he kissed you. He still fucked you raggedly, cock swelling and pulling at your walls.

A pink tongue darted out to claim you, Bucky getting the point and tilting his head for better access to your mouth. He moaned desperately, lips driving across yours wet and messy. You threw back an arm to cradle silky-soft brown hair, fucking back onto that thick cock. “Fuuuck, knot me up baby, need it.” Bucky rasped back, “Yeah?”

“Want it, wan’ your knot, feel s’good,” came the resounding whimper.

Bucky kissed you harder, moaning into your mouth as he fucked deeper, more shallow thrusts than anything now, thick fingers pulling at your clit. He growled, “Omega, so tight— mine.” He shoved your hips flush to him, groaning chest deep and guttural as his knot popped and blew inside. You wailed and scrambled around him, that hot cum painting your insides.

Bucky whined deep in his chest, gasping against you, holding squirming hips still as he filled you up. The Alpha lapped and scented you further, murmuring dazedly, “Won’t be able to smell like another alpha again. Never.” His fingers dug into the softness of your hips, locked in now. You panted and shoved your face into the blankets, overwhelmed.

“Jus’ move to the side,” you said quietly. He gently, so very gently, eased the pair of you to the side. The knot pulled a bit, making both of you hiss. Now spooned in the fucked up nest, Bucky seemed to be dozing off, nose shoved into your mating gland, puffing softly. He slung an arm around you, making sure his entire body was plastered to your own.

Some alphas were clingy like that. Not many. Heat abated by Bucky’s knot— your mind inevitably cleared up. Emotions and old thoughts swirled in your brain. Sometimes you’d have to go through heat with a random elite of the world, them getting a present with the inhuman omega. Once you’d been through the humiliation of being used they’d dump you off with your handler, Sitwell.

He made sure to let you know you were nothing but a whore for Hydra. Used to the point where you were nothing but an easy fuck. “No self-respecting alpha would mate you,” he’d tut while inside you. Your chest clenched up, stupid stupid stupid emotions making your eyes burn.

In the same horrid voice as Jasper your mind hissed. Bucky wouldn’t want you. He knew you were easy and used to ruts. You couldn’t wash off the years of filth and scars on your nape. The great Bucky Barnes would get through this first rut and go find a more demure, self-respecting omega. Hot tears pricked at your eyes, chest beginning to heave.

Bucky’s hand came up quickly, cupping your cheek to get a look. His thick brows furrowed at your likely pitiful expression. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Woke me up when ya’ soured, you hurting?” His concerned expression made you cry harder— chest aching for this to never end. The alpha tightened himself to you, a big thumb wiping your tears. His sculpted lips pulled into a frown.

“I-it’s stupid, been a long time for me too, sorry,” you apologized.

He didn’t seem phased, concern wafting off him in waves. The former assassin practically cooed, “Hey now, seriously, what’s wrong? Spit it out baby, I know you better than that.” You stared into dead serious eyes, knowing deep down Buck would win this contest. Mouth gaping in horror you had no clue how to respond.

“C’mon ‘mega, breaking a man’s heart,” he begged soft and sweet.

Turning away from his gaze, Buck’s hand gently pulled you back with a huff. Taking a deep breath you rambled manically, “I stopped my heats after getting out of Hydra. It brings back…stuff. But I wanted to be there for you and I know I’m an easy option and all, I mean being the pass around for whatever need obviously I know how to handle Alphas.” A titanium thumb in your mouth had you rendered mute with a sudden squeak.

His face softened, pheromones swelling and making you feel woozy. Strong fucking Alpha. The anxiety in your chest abated from the scent. He asked, “Do you really think I’d care about your past?” You shrugged lightly, unsure. Blue eyes turned hard, “Give me a list and if they ain’t dead I’ll personally go castrate them.” Bucky took a deep inhale of you again, relaxing some.

“Look at me.”

You peeped nervously.

“When you offered to help I thought my dreams were coming true,” he pecked your temple, “You’re the only one I want, was gonna tough it out if the only girl I care about didn’t volunteer.” You smacked a big shoulder in shock, squeaking, “No- no you’re lying- this is a joke.” Bucky shoved his knot a fraction deeper inside of you, still swollen to hell.

He deadpanned, “Does this seem like a joke to you? I wish the damn thing would deflate so I can fuck your pretty self already. Been lovin’ you for awhile now.”

Whimpering in desire you clenched down involuntarily, Bucky’s eyes rolling back with a groan. He kissed you again, breathlessly laughing, “I thought you’d think I’m too crazy, overweight, and a load of baggage.” Smooching him back you shook your head to declare, “No, no, you’re perfect as is. This is perfect. Don’t want it to end. Love you too.”

“It doesn’t have to, babydoll,” he cooed into your lips.

After confessing one’s feelings, fucking your official Alpha was much more intense. You’d talked it out with him waiting on the knot to deflate, both of you self-conscious balls of anxiety causing the miscommunication. In full, fuck Hydra with a fiery sword.

You’d grown more heat dazed first, losing any touch to speak normally, writhing around. Buck played with your clit until you’d cum two times, chanting his name like a litany. He was goading you on with a smirk the entire time, cocky as hell now, “Yeah, that’s it, squirt for your fuckin’ Alpha.” Or he’d groan in your ear, “Good girlll, yeah, smell so sweet.”

His knot finally went down and now half crazed you rutted back on Bucky’s cock with hoarse shouts, biting into a blanket. He met you eagerly, slapping your ass and talking non-stop. The brunette moaned, “Goddamn baby, fucking ah, sh-shit!” He nudged thick thighs inside your own, using strong hands to pull you onto him. The whole place smelled of sex pheromones.

“Gonna be my big Alpha and breed me up?,” you teased deliriously, not even sure where this came from.

Bucky rumbled deep in his chest, one of those possessive hands pulling you upright to lock around a slim throat. He rasped in your ear, hot breath puffing, “I’ll fuckin’ give you some pups, s’that what you want?” His hips stuttered, cock beginning to swell again as you wailed. Please please please.

“Make you mine for good,” he nipped at the covered mating gland again, “I’d kill anyone who’d take my precious omega away from me, killing anyone who hurt you, mhm.” You turned your head to kiss his swollen lips, hand digging into his hair as the Alpha dug into you. His soft belly fit perfectly into the arch of your back, hips clapping against your slickened cunt and ass. Your brain purred about how big and perfect he was, a good protector.

Bucky begged suddenly, thrusts sloppy and stilted, “Rip th-that collar off, lemme bite, c’mon love— only one I want, make you a mama.” His lips insistently kissed, hands almost frantically grasping you. A bolt of heady arousal spiked up your belly, the need to be claimed and mated taking over. Bucky as yours sealed with his pretty white teeth, you dripped more at the thought.

Pressing the release on the collar you rocketed into a perfect, quiet, blank euphoria at the feeling of Bucky’s teeth piercing your skin. Things felt complete. You sighed in relief, the held on disgust and shame floating away. Coming back to within seconds you snarled and locked onto his pulsing neck, sealing the bite with a lap. Bucky gutturally groaned, knot popping once again, him following you down to the bed.

The pair of you didn’t speak for what felt like an eternity, hoarsely catching breath, living in the moment. Bucky nosed at the now swollen patch on your neck, commenting dopily, “Wonder what Tony’s gonna say when you pop back out with this.” You hummed and squeezed the big arm around your waist.

“He’ll probably stutter for a minute and then act like he knew all along. Steve won’t be surprised.”

Bucky laughed, “He never is.”

His hand splayed out against your stomach, murmuring, “I know you’re on the pill but I meant what I said. Wanna make the ‘mega I love bred up.” You possibly couldn’t get another orgasm out but his gravelly tone and words made you clench. Touching the bond mark you replied, “Wanna make the alpha I love a daddy.”

He groaned, blues rolling up, “Fuck, yes.”

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Being in a relationship with Maki Zenin

● Maki first met you during your first year of jujutsu high. At first, she didn't really care that you were new here, You tried to be friends with her, but she'll just brush you off, but later on, maki gave you a chance, you start to get closer and became an official couple.

● Always angry, when you first came here, she had major anger issues, she would yell or cuss people out, but with you, she was calmer with you, and she learned to control her emotions.

● Very overprotective over you, she doesn't like seeing getting hurt, she's like a bodyguard she'll watch over you or harm anyone that is a threat.

"Seriously, Maki, you didn't have to do that, I could've handled that curse myself." You told her as Maki rolled her eyes. "C'mon y/n you were so close to death, you know what could've happened to you." Maki told you sternly with an angry expression on her face, but deep down, she was concerned and afraid to lose you.

"It's OK, I can take care of myself, I promise you I can handle it." Y/n held her hand, rubbing on it to calm her down, as Maki looked at you less tensly. "Fine, but next time you're not careful, I'll kill that curse myself before it even thinks about touching you." Maki told you as you faced were close to each other.

● No one can get close to you, thanks to her. Maki is around you 24/7. No one was able to harm you since she was around, and no one would be able to mess with you.

● PDA, I feel like maki is definitely into pda, like light touching and waist holding would get flustered. When you do it in public, she's more into pda behind closed doors.

● You would sometimes steal her glasses to wear it yourself, maki doesn't allow no one to touch her glasses, but you were an exception, she'll act like she doesn't care that you wear her glasses, but in all honesty she finds you cute when you wear them.

● Maki is the type to prefer staying home, maki is more of a homebody she doesn't usually go out, she prefers her company at home with you, you make her feel more at home.

● tries to be less aggressive around you, maki isn't really the nice type towards everyone. When she first met you, she was aggressive asf, but when you started dating her, she toned it down a bit and became more chill now. Yeah, she gets mad here and there, but when you are around her, she'll calm down.

● You love picking outfits for maki, you don't see Maki wear anything besides her uniform, you love to take her shopping and finding outfits that look good on her, maki isn't really a big fan of the outfit choices but she loves seeing you happy, so she wears the outfits for your sake, but ends up liking some of the outfits.

● Maki can be very scary when someone insults you or threatens you. Maki goes 0 to 100 real quick when someone insults you. She is quick to pull a weapon or kill anyone that hurts your feelings.

● Maki is a big foodie, she's willing to try any food together, like she's mostly in love with street food she will take you anywhere that had the best street food.

● Maki acts like she doesn't really care for dates, but secretly gets excited when you take her on a date, your first date was a picnic at a park, she was so happy with you, she loved every single moment of it.

● Spending time traing together, at first you were horrible at training with Maki since you would always lose, but maki helps you as you improved each other's skills, and becoming better and tagging along with each other on missions.

● When you and maki became closer, you got to know her more. The reason for her harsh and cold exterior was only to hide her frustration from her family. Being mistreated all the time for being a woman and a non-sorcerer from the Zenin Clan, which drives her to get out of that clan.

● You listen to her vent about all her problems and listen attentively as she represses her anger and frustration, but she can't help but feel appreciated and see you make her feel.

● Your consideration is the reason why she fell for you. She loves you harder than before. She just felt appreciated and seen by how you're the only one who understands her and accepts her for who she is.

[shadowpeachceo]

Shadowpeach incorrect quotes

Sun Wukong: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute.

Macaque : Sun Wukong, that’s gay.

Sun Wukong: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Sun Wukong : Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Macaque: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously not the real me.

Macaque : As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Sun Wukong: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Brotherhood era Macaque : We should get you to a healer for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Sun Wukong: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Macaque : But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Sun Wukong: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Macaque : Is it working?

Sun Wukong: Go fuck yourself.

Macaque, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Sun Wukong: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Macaque : This is a lie.

Macaque : I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

Macaque : THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Macaque : Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Sun Wukong: AS ENEMIES again?!

Macaque :

Sun Wukong: What are you in the mood for?

Macaque : World domination.

Sun Wukong: That's a bit ambitious.

Macaque : You are my world.

Sun Wukong: Aww...

Macaque :

Sun Wukong:

Macaque :

Sun Wukong: OH.

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: I feel like doing something stupid.

Brotherhood era Macaque : I’m stupid, do me.

Peng in the background: *wheeze*

Sun Wukong: Listen, we’re done, we’re over! Okay?

Macaque : Whatever bitch, you ain’t never gonna find no one like me.

Sun Wukong: Yeah, that's the point shithead!

Macaque : This date is boring!

Sun Wukong: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Macaque : Then why did you invite me?

Mk, who's only homophobic when it comes to Shadowpeach: he didnt, he specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Sun Wukong I'll do whatever I want!"

Macaque, to Sun Wukong : We had a date!

Sun Wukong: *aggressively points to Bai he and the Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Sun Wukong: Did it hurt when you fell-

Macaque : From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Sun Wukong: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Macaque : ...

Sun Wukong: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Macaque to Mk : Sun Wukong is playing hard to get.

Macaque : Little do he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Sun Wukong: I have feelings for Macaque.

MK : Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Sun Wukong: Look, last night was a mistake.

Macaque : A sexy mistake.

Sun Wukong: No, just a regular mistake.

Macaque : There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Sun Wukong: Nope, there's 26.

Macaque : Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Sun Wukong: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Macaque : You'll get the D later ;).

MK in the distance : Ugh!!!!

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: Macaque and I are no longer dating.

Brotherhood era Macaque : peaches, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re Mated.

Sun Wukong: Fight me!

Macaque : *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*

Macaque : Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Sun Wukong: Macaque , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Macaque , naked in Sun Wukong's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Sun Wukong, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Sun Wukong: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Macaque : Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Sun Wukong: ...

Sun Wukong: You mean ring bearER, right?

Macaque : ...

Sun Wukong: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Sun Wukong: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Macaque : I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Sun Wukong: I said within reason, Macaque . How about I murder that guy?

Macaque : So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Sun Wukong: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Brotherhood era Macaque, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong, confused: I mean, this is my mountain, so yeah.

Macaque : Sun Wukong, you love me, right?

Sun Wukong: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Possessed Wukong: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Macaque : In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Possessed Wukong: I don't know, surprise me!

Macaque : You look good in that hoodie.

Sun Wukong: You know where else I'd look good?

Macaque , zero hesitation: My bed.

Sun Wukong, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Sun Wukong: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Macaque : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Sun Wukong: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Macaque : You always act stupid.

Macaque :

Macaque : Wait...

Sun Wukong: Wow, Macaque , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Macaque : We literally slept together yesterday.

Sun Wukong: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Brotherhood era Macaque : We should be partners.

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: You mean like, partners in crime?

Brotherhood era Macaque : Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

Sun Wukong: Bro-

Macaque : No, no, hold up, rewind.

Macaque : My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Macaque : Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Sun Wukong: Okay.

Macaque who, has never seen sharkboy and lavagirl : And make out during the scary parts.

Sun Wukong: Th-

Sun Wukong: The scary parts.

Sun Wukong: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Mei : Do you want to explain the text you sent Monkey King last night?

Macaque : It was autocorrect.

Mk: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me." To Monkey King?

Macaque : Yes.

Sun Wukong: Okay, but if your not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend?

Macaque : Dude- Its satire!

Sun Wukong: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Macaque walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Sun Wukong, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Sun Wukong, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

[spotlightlowlife]

Helluva Boss has responsibility issues - Stolas, Stella and Octavia edition

Yep, Stolas is likeable, in his own right and the fact that he's part of a ship, which is a formula to certain success. However we know Stolas, we don't know Stella nor Octavia.

Let's be honest, this drama started off pretty reasonable.

We had no reason to believe Stella had done anything wrong, when we met her in a flashback, what was there to indicate Stella and Stolas didn't like one another?

We even see them sharing a bed in that big whole castle.

Fast forward to the future and Stolas has cheated which lead to their bitter divorce, which is an unfortunate common case, Stolas is in the wrong, doesn't mean he's a monster who deserves the worst to happen to him. Stella on the other hand has put a hit on him, a horrible thing to do yes, but a random act of malice, no.

Yet the worst happened in making light of Stolas's very common mistake and pushing it onto Stella

Why do this? Why take away from his story, his tough decision making and the fallout from his actions, the loneliness he feels in his big dark home and the fear of retaliation? He was a complex character in the making and pretty likeable regardless of his questionable conduct.

He has been absolved of responsibility in an attempt to make him more liked than he already was.

He could have been sympathetic simply down to the unsuitable arrangement and being born to fulfil a purpose, something that seems a theme in his lineage.

Now he's another victim. A victim of years of abuse at the hands of this horrible volatile woman who humiliated him every chance she got who he had no choice but to put up with because arranged of the evil institution of arranged marriage. He initiated the divorce, easily, which would have to be on grounds of his adultery

so Stella moved out, but he had to put with years of this marriage, which had the clause of a child being essential, their child is 17.

Stella and Stolas get given the exact same sob story

yet where Stolas was a cute, innocent and inquisitive child who just met his first friend and crush in little Blitzø, Stella was an aggressive scary fiend from day one, so as Stolas grows up to keep some of his childhood attributes, where does this leave Sella? A mean girl at her core?

This is a absolutely what we get, a simply irredeemable villain, a dramatic woman scorned who put a hit on her ex, then when we learn more, she's elevated to a wicked woman who just loves the drama.

With Stolas being a victim now who deserves the transactional relationship with his first crush and Stella being a evil and proud yet probably set to be shadowed by her probably more padded out brother, we also have their neglected daughter.

We don't have any evidence of Stella being a bad or inattentive parent, just because she was a bad wife that one episode, but we also don't know anything about their dynamic, this rare example of a character having parents, having a mother and being of an age of dependency, but nothing.

One interesting thing about Stolas's backstory was that he appeared to have his own palace, no mother only staff, his dad visited and wasn't sure which of his children Stolas was but what he did know was that this particular one had that purpose and this business arrangement had been made for him. Loneliness and the realisation of dysfunction could have served as Stolas's personal conflict in choosing to upkeep the unsuitable relationship, rather than 'Stella is a meangirl'.

We are used to sad backstories, yet we have Octavia, a child being left behind in real time and as grown as she may seem, she's still a kid, yet she manages to be one of the most sensible characters in this.

On top of maybe knowing about the bounty on her dad (pity we never see how his hospitalization impacted on her as his technical only loved one)

and having to be reminded of his cringy hookups with Blitzø (that dirty talk over the phone in her presence, also the reminder that though Blitzø is our likeable leading character, he's someone deeply obnoxious by design) and the time he manages for him,

along with growning up amungst hostility, she is now a child of divorce, which shouldn't be a bad thing considering her parents open dislike of one another and their marriage being something forced, however there are other factors, the back and forth continues dispite her being old enough for neither of them to speak again, along with her birth alone being the contracts completion.

Yet she doesn't ask for much, a dad who's interested on the occasions we see her, hears her and sticks to their plans. She expressed no idealistic wishes for her parents to be back together nor did she feeling the need to know what their issues were nor pick a side and fight for it.

Her interests are in the stars and sky, Stolas's line of work.

When it comes to interest and investment in a subject that could go on to be her trade, Octavia may be up there with the sin leaders we have met so far. She has been show to want to learn and be resourceful, going as far as to sneak into IMP to steal back the travel grimoire in order go about alone a day out she looked forward to.

It wasn't as heartwarming as I'm sure it was intended to be when Octavia's very valid upset undermined by Loona, who truly doesn't know any better, who advised Octavia to cut her dad some slack, Loona who is in her mid 20s and proved that episode that a toddler has more reason and self control than her. But this was Loona's time to shine in her grow up moment before returning to her usual aggressive self, so that's that.

[sapphic-agent]

I read your analysis and anti bakugou posts and I want to say thank you!

Going to be kinda long so I’m sorry!

There is another fandom where there is character exactly like bakugou; angry, violent, egotistical and target his hate and aggression to one person only.

the character name is Jiāng cheng from the MDZS novel. But the narrative in the story doesn’t treat all the shit that jerk did as right, it the opposite. He seen as vile that nobody want to associate with (getting banned from all the match making places in the story even)

He never takes the spotlight of the two main nor he is redeemed characters instead seen as pathetic and arrogant jerk he is. The MC, Wei wuxian who was his adoptive brother (not really more like a servant that got treated like a dog) cut ties with him in the end.

He a well written and rounded character but the character personality is shit and I don’t really like him. And the narrative isn’t treating him any differently than being a piece of shit

Why I’m telling you this? Because I feel like if MHA have been written by someone who isn’t Hori bakugou would not have gotten away with the shit he did in the story.

beside the point of the way the narrative treat Jiang cheng, it’s the fandom. When I got into the MDZS fandom I was so disappointed to see bakugou stans 2.0 there but instead of bakugou it’s Jiang cheng.

Both bakugou and Jiang cheng get the same treatment in the fandom as “UWU needs to protect the angry violent person” and “it’s the MC fault our cute UWU baby didn’t do anything wrong” and lots of stuff that I bet you seen in the bnha fandom

It’s sad that even if the story shows that what Jiang cheng wasn’t right (unlike bakugou case where the story doesn’t make him have any consequences) people would outright be mean to other people just because they follow the canon prototype of the character in their fics (I seen it and it’s horrible)

And, in fics it’s seems that every time that Jiang cheng appears in the scene he makes everyone OOC (if the fic is sticking to canon personality). Makes them act like they won’t ever act; it’s the same thing with bakugou (in canon and fanon respectively sadly)

I love to call it the “black hole effect” when a certain character just make the scenes about them no matter the context, like a black hole.

Im sorry this is all over the place, im not really good with words and i used to be pretty active in both fandoms but now its really hard because bakugou and Jiang cheng stans are overall tiring to deal with and they seems to grow up in numbers everyday and yeah… 👍

Have a nice day and week!

Hi! I've never read it but it sounds interesting.

I always try to tell Bakugou stans, it's not the fact that Bakugou's an awful person. I don't care about that. Fictional characters aren't real and can be liked for whatever even if they're vile pieces of shit. It's okay to like a vile piece of shit.

What's not okay is creating that vile piece of shit and then brushing over and never calling out their horrible actions. What's not okay is everyone around them condoning their behavior. What's not okay is pandering to them over their victims. What's not okay is never making them face consequences for their actions. What's not okay is constantly putting them on a pedestal for doing the bare minimum.

Look at Vegeta (RIP Toriyama). Vegeta is always getting humbled and called out. He is never going to surpass Goku because never getting what he wants is part of his retribution. Considering his actions, he should be worse than Bakugou. But he's a way better character because of how the narrative and the other characters treat him.

(You can even compare specific instances. When Bakugou rushed ahead and attacked Kurogiri and got Thirteen seriously hurt, no one said a thing to him and he still won all his fights. He faced zero repercussions. When Vegeta let Cell absorb 18, he immediately got his ass kicked and had to get saved by Trunks and Krillin. Vegeta's actions always affect him terribly, Bakugou's actions always affect everyone else terribly while he gets off scott-free)

DBZ came out decades ago and it still created a better character arc than a 2010s-2020s manga. Horikoshi could have easily given Bakugou a proper redemption arc. He chose not to

[yearningaces]

Meet cute slime in dungeon? It’s after Valentine’s Day here but I know my time zone is usually ahead of lots of others.

Love your writing by the way 💕

I gotcha

Idk why but the slime came out far more flirty than anticipated... Do with this as you will

Adventuring is far harder work than anyone says. It's not just fighting monsters, it's learning the different body languages and mannerisms and then learning the customs of intelligent monsters so you can be civil if trying to avoid a battle and yet in some cases it's a boon more than it is a burden, mostly because-

"-Really though the first adventurer to come here without swinging their weapon around like some scared baby, and you're a cutie? Didn't I strike out with you~" what was once a blob of slime you'd helped out of the pond deep in this cavern, had enlarged in size, mimicking a humanoid form with many differences. A gelatinous texture made up the creature leaning against the cave wall, peering at you with a crooked grin a bit too wide for a human, but understandable for a slime monster.

"Well-" you cough slightly, trying to ignore the rising heat in your cheeks and ears. "You haven't done anything malicious, I don't see any reason to be aggressive without purpose."

This makes the slime hum, leaning closer, it's purple hue shimmering with the subtle cyan glow offering a rather pretty color across its surface. "Oh, how lucky I am indeed-" it moves across the cave floor, leaving a faint trail behind it, the substance similar to grease you'd see some crafters use for their tools. "And what horrible group of adventures decided to leave such a precious cutie like you all alone, hmm? I thought you'd run in packs?"

It's growing closer now, close enough to lean forward with a Cheshire grin, less than a foot away as it does so.

"u-um my group got separated in the storm, that's why I went to the cave here." You stumble over your words slightly at the blatant flirting of the slime in front of you, glowing eyes watching you with all the more amusement.

"oh, such a shame," it pouts sympathetically with no real sorrow to its tone as the smile quickly returns to its face. "Well, I make for very good company for cuties like you. Why don't I stick around so you're not left all alone by those mean adventures you travel with. Many dangers are in caves and caverns you know, I think it best I stick around just to be safe."

You nod your head silently as the cool and surprisingly solid texture of the slime reaches a fabricated hand out to grasp your own, its body tilted lower so it could look up to your eyes with your head being tilted down. "I'm so glad you agreed, sweetie~"

[ryuichirou]

I hadn't realized you watched the White Rabbit Fest event (I really should pay more attention to things). What'd you think of it? I loved the silly little outfits, and Ortho's thighs 👀

No worries, Anon! We never really talked about it, just started quietly posting stuff related to it on Ko-Fi lol So actually, thank you for giving me an opportunity to talk about this event!

First of all, yes, the outfits were indeed silly and adorable, I really loved the pastels and all the little accessories. I had a chance to pay closer attention to all the details (you’ll see later today...) and, as it always is with twst, I was stunned by how clever and fun the design choices are. But even just in general, they’re all super adorable. Silver is like a little mint rabbit soldier, Epel is the sweetest little thing that is almost offensively cute, Ortho’s thighs and a little snout are legendary lol And Deuce looks the best out of all of them, to be honest. Deuce’s mom’s design is also very nice, I love it when twst has designs that tells you everything you need to know about the character. The moment you see her you know exactly what kind of mom she is... I get it, Deuce, I wouldn’t want to see her cry either 🥲 She’s so hardworking and sweet.

The event itself was cute. I think it was very good in terms of learning more about Deuce. Of course, we already knew that he was a delinquent that had done a lot of messed-up stuff, but it’s one thing to hear that from Deuce. Seeing the consequences of his past actions with our own eyes is a whole different thing. People either talk shit about him, or are kind of scared of him, or just yell at him for being horrible. And Deuce can’t even argue with them because he feels like this is the treatment that he deserves, and that if he wants them to trust him or even just respect him as a human being again, he needs to earn it with his actions and not his words. He knows it, and he is willing to work for it, but it still sucks when people around you treat you this way even though you are already trying your best. Watching Deuce go through that gets frustrating and even heartbreaking at times, but it feels very real, and this is why you can’t really help but feel proud of Deuce when he just keeps trying instead of giving up because people only expect bad things from him.

I really love how his go-to was to aggressively confront that one delinquent who tried to harass his mom, but even then he managed to stay calm and challenge him to a race instead. Despite being teased about his cute silly outfit... Deuce is such a good boy :”)

I can’t believe NRC boys won for once... I guess the main rule of twst universe still works: bad guys always lose. Of course, our boys won’t be able to defeat the dwarfs, but if they manage to pick a fight with someone even worse than they are, then they have a chance..!

But also, what a delight to see Deuce show his “bad boy” side and tease and provoke the other guy. You just know this isn’t the first time he does that. I would love to see some of Deuce’s actual flashbacks...

The other boys were fun to watch too. Silver is still the sweetest twst boy, and it’s unusual but fun seeing him interacting with just random kohais he has really no relationship with (aside from him kinning Deuce for his relationship with his mom). Ortho’s and Epel’s ways to describe Vil while they were getting souvenirs for him was great. Honestly, there were a lot of fun moments.

But also a lot of moments that inspire unholy thoughts, if you know what I mean. The micro/macro thing with Deuce... Ortho’s obsession with acting as closely to a rabbit as possible... The delinquent guy simping for Deuce... Epel being washed away... That one police guy that Deuce remembers so fondly... Everyone crawling through small holes... This is too much.

...

The twistune was also funny and cute! Especially Ortho’s little jumps and Silver’s shook face as he woke up <3

[loveless-arobee]

I have another probably absolutely niche thing to rant about that has absolutely nothing to do with my blog but it’s my blog so I can do whatever I want.

But as someone who owns a chihuahua, I’m absolutely pissed at how the dog-community treats chihuahuas. Especially people who call themselves trainers. It’s so fucking annoying.

Of I have to listen to one more person say that chihuahuas are the worst dogs ever and the devil incarnate and absolutely untrainable and how they’re horrible dogs in general, I will murder someone.

Because my chihuahua used to act exactly how these people imagine a chihuahua to act when I got her: loud, "aggressive", running away, not listening at all. She screamed and yowled at everything that moved.

Not because she was "aggressive", but because she was fucking terrified and this behaviour is the last resort of dogs when you overstep their boundaries to often.

Do you know how she behaves now, years later, after living with us for a while? After being actually trained and treated like a real dog, not a toy?

She acts like a real dog! Yes, she sometimes still growls a bit at people who get to close to her, but that’s normal. She’s small and afraid and this is the only way she has to let people know she’s there. What do you expect her to do? Risk getting stepped on? If she barked, the reaction would be the same.

We got her when she was two. She’s seven now. And she’s such a great dog, and I could cry at imagining what an awesome dog she could’ve been had she been with a good owner from the beginning.

But she didn’t have that. She had an owner who treated her like a toy, she never learned how to actually behave like a dog, she never got to learn how to interact with other dogs or people in a healthy manner. She had to learn all that well into adulthood! That’s extremely hard for a dog to do! She was neglected by her owner and thrown and kicked around by her owners visitors, which caused her to be absolutely horrified of any stranger that just existed near her.

We had to spent years building up her confidence so she wouldn’t try to bolt at any minor thing; and now, she’s so curious, so smart and so courageous! Trying out new things wherever she can, and sniffing on strangers, even sometimes letting strangers pet her! She’s doing so great. She’s happy.

And it pisses me off so much when people talk about how horrible chihuahuas are. Because my chihuahua used to be like this! And I know why! Because she was fucking abused. That’s what causes a dog to behave like that. Abuse of small dogs is so normalised that their abused behaviour is seen as reflecting their whole breed.

Chihuahuas are lively, intelligent, curious and, yes, they’re usually extremely stubborn and not very easy to train. People look at them and see a small, cute, "easy to handle" breed and buy them with zero knowledge of how to train a dog and how a chi is supposed to behave, because when a chi misbehaves, they can just "fix it" (with violence, usually). People see them as dog-shaped toys that don’t actually need all the things dogs need (like walks, enrichment, training); as little cutesy things they can treat however they want. And these poor dogs suffer for it.

And if any dog trainer says that a chi can’t be trained, that’s just them saying that they can’t handle a stubborn dog with very little trainer-focus and even less will-to-please. I wouldn’t trust those type of trainer with any dogs, they’re just outright saying that they only know one type of training-tactic and are unwilling to change it to fit the dogs' needs.

I fucking hate all of these people. Chihuahuas are awesome dogs, like any other dog, if you treat them right. And they deserve to be treated right.

Ok I’m done for now. Here’s my cutesy lil chihuahua (and my other dog) for your pleasure.

[all-risejd]

Lagom (adj.) - not too little, not too much, just right

Buddy Matthews (now billed as Murphy) real name Matthew Adams had exactly one (ONE) regret when it came to his abrupt departure from WWE. And that regret was named Dominik Mysterio (Gutiérrez). Don’t get Buddy wrong the messiah storyline with the Mysterios was frankly amazing, it wasn’t the boy's skills or future in the business, it was the fact that Buddy didn’t have a chance to know Dominik. There was something about the boy (and in age he was very much a boy to Buddy) that drew him in. Made him want the boy. The problem was, he didn’t realize it was want until he was being released. Which, of course he’d figure out he was bisexual when he was thirty-two. He’d given up hope of accidentally running into Dominik again, then his girlfriend Rhea Ripley (real name Demi Bennet) got paired with him in a story line and well, things were starting to look up.

Author's Note(s)

rachelarcher: First, and foremost, I DON’T EVEN LIKE BUDDY, but you all took it too far. Surfing my Twitter, what did I spy, but an image that made my heart sick for Buddy. I need you all to understand that while I like Buddy as a wrestler and his technical skills are amazing, his interpersonal and relationships (with both male and female superstars) since 2015ish has bothered me. So, in my anger that I now felt emotionally upset for someone I don't even like, I wrote this. Second, this demanded I write it, and do it quickly so it is delaying a ABO Pirate Fic where Damian is an Alpha Vampire Pirate who likes to kidnap poor little omegas (Liv, Dom, and an OC). ALSO the time line is fucked, because what is time.

allrise-jd/hannahdiana: I need the ABO Pirate Fic so stop fucking this up for me.

“Dominik Mysterio.” Rhea echoed, eyes going slightly wide as she looked at her boyfriend of almost four years, “You have a crush on Dominik Mysterio.” She clarified, “When we got together, you mentioned you were figuring out your sexuality a little late, but…” She looked him from head to toe, “Ok, ok, you have a crush on Dominik Mysterio, and that is… that is actually really cute.” 

Buddy let out a sigh of relief, “Did you have to say his name so many times, like…” He flung his hands upward, not sure what to do about his own feelings, “Like… you're ok with it?”

Rhea blinked at him, “Matt, I love you, no matter who you are crushing on, I promise.” She reached forward, where she was turned to face him on the couch in their living room and squeezed his hands in hers, “I honestly think it’s adorable, and now for some really interesting news.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him, “Your girl is about to be in a long term storyline with your crush…” 

It took Buddy a moment to work that out, “You're going to be in a storyline with Dominik?”

“I’m going to be his angry goth antagonist, and then kayfabe girlfriend.” Rhea elaborated.

Buddy groaned, dropping his head onto the back of the couch and let out an even more aggressive growl, “My life is a horrible sham.” Rhea let out a loud laugh, before pressing her forehead into his, then stood ruffling his hair, before she headed out of the living room leaving Buddy to suffer angrily. “Why?” He called after her, struggling over the words she’d said, “Why are you in a storyline with him???”

Rhea tilted her head back into the living room, a wicked smile on her lips, “Because the Judgment Day wants him.” She cackled as Buddy’s face turned red at the implication - fucking Damian Priest was going to get to be buddies with Dominik Mysterio and he couldn’t even get the boys phone number from his own girlfriend. He let his head fall back against the couch bemoaning his fate.

An angry Dominik Mysterio was kitten level cute, he marched into the gym where he was scheduled to meet with Rhea Ripley, Finn Balor, and Damian Priest. They were less than a week away from Christmas, and everything with the Judgment Day had taken off astronomically. “You ok, mate?” Finn asked, as he took stock of the boy, Dominik’s face was red, his eyes red as well, and he was sniffling. 

“Fine.” He bit out, very obviously not fine. 

Rhea let out a long sigh, “Is everything ok between you and Maria?” 

His face went hard, suddenly, “We broke up.” Rhea flinched at the tone, before she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him to her chest. Dominik ducked into her space even more, and curled his arms around her, breaking down completely. Damian and Finn join the hug, both a bit stunned - as far as any of the group knew Dominik and Maria had been together since sixth grade. Eventually he wiggled away from them all, still sniffling, “I… we should still train.”

“Nope.” Damian declared, “No can do, no training, we are going to get ice cream and go to the hotel and eat it in one of our beds.” Damian moved to gather up their bags, “Finn, wanna call Vero and see if she’ll meet us with the smell-good-break-up candles, like we used when I got dumped by Allie.” Finn was texting before Rhea had time to really focus on what was happening. 

Finn and Damian took the lead, which they typically did, so Rhea focused on him, bumping her shoulder into his, “Hey, does that mean you probably aren’t ready to go home for Christmas?” Dominik turned to look at her, wide eyed and panicked, like he hadn’t realized how close to Christmas they really were, “I’m offering to let you stay at my place, with me and Matt, er, Buddy, for Christmas.”

Dom’s eyes got even wider, “He doesn’t hate me?”

“No.” Rhea said a bit harder than she intended, “I think you might be the only part of the Mysterio-Messiah storyline he misses.” Dom’s face did something that Rhea couldn’t read, so she continued onward with her offer, “You should come over and stay the holidays, no pressure, it’ll just be us, and you can mend your broken heart over alcohol and Australian holiday foods.” She assured him, squeezing him to her side and nuzzling into her shoulder a little bit more. 

Dominik was quiet for a few minutes, before he cleared his throat, “That sounds like a way to hideout, my parents are going to be pissed, I already bought a ring and everything.” Oh, Rhea’s heart broke for the boy a bit more. The thing was the more she worked with Dominik the more she saw everything Buddy saw about him: he was fast on his feet, loyal, dedicated to their craft, funny in the quiet moments, and careful - so careful he was willing to take bumps that he probably shouldn’t. Not that Rhea was going to tell Buddy that, he’d get insufferable .

“Hideout, mend your broken heart, eat good, work out even better.” Rhea offered enticingly, “It’ll be worth it.” 

They met Damian and Finn at the SUV, the pair climbing into the passenger seats (Rhea in the front, Dominik behind her), she did the math in her head, figuring out how far ahead Florida was, then sent Buddy a quick text, I need to call you in about twenty minutes, ok? She immediately got a Sure, babe, ILY , back. When they reached the hotel Rhea politely excused herself - Finn was going to meet Vero to bring the candles and Damian was carrying all the bags and groceries in a very exaggerated I’m-A-Man-And-Don’t-Need-No-Help way, Dominik was trailing along behind Damian, sniffling still.

Rhea had barely watched them climb into the elevator when her ringtone for Buddy sounded (his theme, he’d set it himself), she picked it up, “Hey, sweetface.” She murmured, as she answered, he quietly returned the sentiment, “Dominik and his girlfriend-”

“Brokeup, I read online.” Buddy sounded almost excited about it, Rhea rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, don’t so so fucking happy.” Rhea grumbled, bothered, “As I was saying, Matthew,” He hissed hearing her use his legal name, “Dominik and Maria broke up, so I’ve asked him to come home with me, to our house, for Christmas.” Rhea was smart enough to move the phone away from her ear, because Buddy let out a whoop of excitement, “I’m a little concerned with how excited you are about me bringing another man home.”

“Don’t be like that.” Buddy grumbled, “I want a chance to talk to him, to let him know that I sound like an asshole, but it’s just a joke, that I still want us to be cool…”

“Cool…” Rhea trailed off, “More like you wanna kiss his stupidly cute face while smashing him up against our fridge.” Or maybe that was her? She was a little unclear about specifics, right now. “Anyways, so he’s going to fly home with me after our show at Madison Square Garden.”

Over the phone, Rhea heard a series of odd noises, before, “Should I cook? Should I make the guest room up? Should I… I’ll get a cake, oh I should get the stuff for Nachos, we can do the Australian and Mexican infusion… And I’ll get all the ice cream, like every possible type. When are you landing? I need to clean our house.” His voice was getting progressively more alarmed, Rhea was enjoying this a bit more than she probably should, “Oh god, the porch… I need to pressure wash-”

“Matt,” Rhea cut him off, “It’s not that serious… When you said you had a crush on him I should have taken it more seriously… he just doesn’t wanna be alone -” 

Buddy cut her off again, “Demi, he doesn’t have to be alone, we can keep him, now when are you landing? This house is an absolute disaster .”

“We just had it professionally cleaned, Matt.” Rhea snapped, “This is not… look, clean the porch if you want, the guest bedroom you can make up, absolutely DO NOT go buy extra food, his favorite ice cream is Ben & Jerry’s Chocolatey Love A-fair , so buy like eight of those.” Rhea grumbled into the phone, “And get him a set of matching Christmas PJ’s, like ours, he wears the same size as me.” 

“Oh, I shouldn’t clean the house but I should get him matching pjs, why don’t we just show our hand ahead of time, let him know we both want him in our bed-”

“Stop.” Rhea ordered, “I hate you, I love you, I’ll text you the landing times, I’m hanging up.” She didn’t let him respond, choosing to hang up and silence her phone. She slid her phone into her sweatpants pocket, and looked around, then let out a long sigh. Maybe taking Dominik home was a horrible idea, if Buddy was this anxious right now, it was only going to be worse when they got home. 

“Hey, Dems, you coming?” Vero called as she caught sight of Rhea standing in the hallway. 

“Yeah, coming!” Rhea called back and rushed to join Finn and Vero, Finn was weighed down like a pack mule.

“Breakups are fucking the worst.” Vero hummed, as she pushed the button to the eleventh floor.

Rhea blinked, “We chose Damian’s room?”

“He has the hot tub.” Finn shrugged, “Man always gets a room with a hot tub, you got your swim gear?”

“Let me stop by my room.” Rhea pushed the ten, she and Dominik were both on the tenth floor. Finn, with Vero, were staying on the third floor. She hadn’t expected the married couple to follow her off the elevator but they did, she ducked into her room quickly and grabbed her duffle bag and suitcase - she didn’t want to try to rush to her room after a long night of ice cream and tears. She did a quick sweep of the room with Vero’s help (the Brazilian thankfully found her cell phone charger and SWITCH). 

The trio headed back to the elevator, and headed for the eleventh floor. By the time Vero was knocking on the door, Damian answered in his tiny swim trunks, “Oh, good, Rhea you brought your shit.” She rolled her eyes, tossed her luggage into his room, and looked around, “Dom is in the hot tub, with the first tub of ice cream, Uber Eats is hella speedy around here…” 

Rhea rolled her eyes, as she dug through her belongings to dig out her red bikini. She moved to the bathroom, to change into her suit, realizing already that Vero and Finn had changed clothes as well. She wiped her makeup off quickly, left her work out clothes on the counter, and moved back out of the bathroom. The voices of Vero, Finn and Damian danced to her.

“- the candles help, trust me,” Vero was grinning and lighting candles around the edges of the balcony. Finn had moved to sit on the edge of the hot tub, his own tub of ice cream in hand, Damian was floating in the hot tub taking up way too much room, and Dominik looked miserable, sitting in the warm bubbles eating his chocolate ice cream with his mullet pulled up into a ponytail no doubt done by Damian. Rhea pushed into the hot tub next to him, grabbing the extra spoon Finn offered her. 

“Can I have some?” Rhea asked, as music started up from Damian’s phone which was connected to a floating speaker, she rolled her eyes - of course Damian would turn Dominik’s break up into a way to blast the rockstar lifestyle from the eleventh floor of The Langham Hotel, like he was freaking Ozzy. 

“‘Course, Dems.” Dominik offered, sounding downtrodden.

She took a spoonful, and steeled herself, “Dominik, do you wanna sit on my lap?” He looked at her confused, “Damian’s taking up all the room, Vero and Finn are about to be stupidly loved up, realistically Damian is going to start trying to commiserate with you about how much girls suck, all the while his legs are going to be floating dangerously close to your shoulder while you are trying to eat, if you sit on my lap I can protect you from Damian’s freakishly long legs, and we can share ice cream?”

Dominik pouted a bit, but climbed onto her lap, she immediately wrapped one arm around him, and sighed out in relief, “Did you know I almost got married before uh, before Matt and I got together?” Dominik shook his head, “Yeah, he was an Indie wrestler I came up with in the UK, but… it turned bad, and he kept my dogs from me. Damian actually broke into his house and got them back for me, but we were together for years.” She hooked her chin over his shoulder as she angled another bite of ice cream into her mouth, careful not to drop any into the hot tub (they’d learned that hotels billed for that sort of thing when Rhea was getting over her ex). 

“I just… I thought I was going to marry her.” Dominik sniffled, bringing the back of his hand up to wipe at his eyes, careful not to drop any ice cream on himself or the water.

“I promise, Dom, this door closing is going to open an even better one.” She promised, bravely kissing his shoulder, “And I talked with Matt, he’s excited to have you over for the holidays, he’s going to make the guest room up for you, and we are going to spoil the shit out of you.” She realized how the promise sounded a bit late, after it was already out of her mouth, but that was going to be fine, she supposed. Dominik relaxed into her, and started eating his ice cream largely in silence again.

“Dom, when Allie left me-” Damian started, and Rhea had to hide a snicker, everything she’d warned Dom about came to pass, he relaxed more and more into her, until they were largely just listening to a combination of ‘80s rock and Mexican rap. Damian was the first one to slosh his way out of the hot tub, reminding them all they had to work soonish, he showered and took over the larger of the two beds (another thing that Finn complained about loudly, Damian always got rooms with a King and a Queen, somehow). Vero and Finn were the next two out, showering together and dropping into bed with Damian.

Rhea half the time wondered if Vero knew Damian was her husband’s boyfriend, or not. She didn’t bother to ask. There were enough things in this industry for Vero to accept, adding that on top wasn’t worth it as far as Rhea was concerned. Finally Rhea coaxed Dominik out of the hot tub, and coached him through a shower, she showered after him, then herded him into the open Queen size bed, pushing him under the covers, before crawling in with him, and tossing her arm over him.

“Buddy might hate me for real if you sleep with me.”

“Dominik go the fuck to bed.” She ordered, as she pressed her face into his shoulder, and tangled her legs around him, “I don’t think Buddy is going to mind this one bit.” She assured him, even as she nestled down more, “Stop thinking, go to sleep.” 

By the grace of God, Rhea would swear, they made it through the most awkward home-invasion themed Christmas montage for the continuation of their storyline, before heading back to Tampa (well, she and Dominik headed for Tampa, Damian wanted to hang out another few days and fly back with the SmackDown crew, while Finn and Vero left for Brooklyn). They flew with the RAW crew, but managed to convince Candice to trade seats with Dom, so the pair were together, and Candice could be next to Johnny and Quill. 

Dominik hadn’t had the easiest time telling his parents he wasn’t coming home to Las Vegas or San Diego to spend the holidays, that he was going to Tampa with ‘friends’ was bad enough, but Rey had figured out that ‘friend’ was either Rhea or Damian hellaquick, and had grown a bit more upset realizing that it was Rhea (he’d tried to talk Dominik out of running to Rhea and Buddy’s house, but Dominik had stayed firm on his choice, Maria was going to come to Christmas in San Diego, and he wasn’t). 

Realistically Rhea should have asked someone from NXT or AEW to check on the wellbeing of both Buddy (he might have lost his damn mind, it was probably her fault, she wasn’t sure) and the house. But she’d taken it on faith that things would be a-ok. She clearly should have reconsidered her previous opinion of Buddy’s cute little crush, because the yard looked better than she’d ever seen it when they pulled up in the Uber. She climbed out and would swear until her dying day that the patios and porches had never been that clean - it looked like the wooden deck had a new coat of paint on it. Biting her bottom lip she sent a very silent prayer to the heavens, please do not let this go stupidly off the rails .

Buddy, subtle as a brick wall, threw open the front door in gym shorts and a green t-shirt, his feet bare, both Luna and Barry around his ankles, “Welcome home!” He called, over-loud, the man winced himself, so Rhea tried her best not to cackle at how absurd this all was. She caught Dominik’s arm and steered him toward the steps, Buddy hugged her first, kissing her cheek and forehead, before he turned his attention back to Dominik, tentatively he pulled the younger man into a tight hug, Rhea watched them carefully as she bent down to pet her puppy dogs, Dominik (much like he did with Damian) melted into the larger man accepting cuddles and comfort. 

Rhea wasn’t counting, but when they’d been hugging for almost five minutes she stood, cleared her throat, and promptly pried them apart, “I wanna show Dom Dom the house, Matty.” She tangled her hand in Dom’s and yanked, “Bring our luggage in babe.” She left Buddy standing on the porch, dumbstruck, “This is Luna, my oldest baby.” She introduced the smaller of the dogs, Dominik still holding her hand, bent down to greet the dog, “And this lug is Barry.” Rhea watched as Barry basically headbutted Dominik, the younger man snickered but kissed Barry’s odd shaped head all the same, then she was dragging him back to his feet, and toward the living room. 

Rhea when Buddy had first brought up Dominik Mysterio had been very vocal on the fact that Dominik Mysterio was not her type . The problem, however, was the more time she spent with Dom the more time she realized he was her type - a man who had to hide half of who he was, had a larger than life laugh, and struggled to understand his role in the Industry they worked their asses off for? Not to mention he was sweet, dedicated, and downright patient with her when most people weren’t (Rhea was a bit of a perfectionist, Dominik was not, but he cared enough about her vision that he worked until his lines, his moves, his promos were good enough for her to consider them ok ). So, yes, she too had developed a crush, an attraction, an innocent little infatuation on Dominik Mysterio - not that she was going to tell Buddy that anytime soon, he would be insufferable in his gloating about being right…

“Ok, so this is our living room!” Rhea announced, as she tugged Dominik into the room, the white carpet, and couch, were offset by the deep black walls, and the gaming system, and the less than PG paintings that sort of decorated the house more than anything. “You can game with us later!” She added, with a smile, “And this is where we keep our belts.” It was a tall display wall with every belt they’d ever held, Rhea lowkey wanted to put Dominik’s one half of the tag-team championship up there, then realized how unhinged that thought was for the moment, tucking it away, she cleared her throat, “And now the kitchen!” The tour went pretty fast, it was only a four bedroom, with one bedroom being turned into a home-gym, their master bedroom, and two guest bedrooms, although one was shoved full of Buddy’s AEW merch and gear. Rhea showed Dominik to the larger guest room , the one that shared a bathroom with the Master bedroom. 

“Once you get settled, just come find us, I guess he’s still outside with the dogs?” Rhea hummed, unsure. 

“Ok.” Dominik shot her a warm smile, before she could walk away he pulled her into a tight hug, squeezing her to his chest and kissing her cheek, “Thanks for letting me hide here.” He whispered against her skin, goosebumps seemed to erupt all over her body, she swallowed nervously, if they were both stupid about their crushes on Dominik this week was going to go down in flames, and he was going to go running back to San Diego before she could get him lunch. She patted his side as he let her go, he turned to start unpacking, so she ducked out of the room, intent on finding her actual boyfriend and writing a game plan, because they were going down faster than the Titanic, if they didn’t get on the same page. 

Rhea found Buddy exactly where she left him, standing on the freshly painted patio (he could claim he cleaned it all he wanted, but that was some bullshit), looking down and talking to himself. From just behind him in the open doorway she could hear Buddy talking largely to himself, "What the fuck was that, just hug him? Hug him for five minutes? No hello , no hey , Dominik how's it going? No hey, sorry about your bitch of a girlfriend, I didn't really like her when we were in that storyline-" Rhea frowned, she hadn’t thought about how much Buddy would have know Maria, the man in question was steady winding himself up, his voice getting harsher with each sentence, “No, welcome to my house…” 

“Hey.” Rhea cleared her throat, which had Buddy jolting as he whirled to look at her, “No need winding yourself up, love, he’s getting comfortable in the guest room.” Buddy turned to look at her, biting his bottom lip and pouting a little bit. “Come on.” Rhea reached for his hand and tugged, “You promised to cook for us.” She prompted, he nodded his head, before he pulled her into his arms, and kissed her lips sweetly, “I love you.” Rhea reminded him. 

“I love you too.” Buddy hummed, “So, can we keep him?”

Rhea rolled her eyes, “Let’s get through the weekend.” 

“That’s not a no!” Buddy called out excitedly, and ducked into the house. Rhea giggled as she followed him, hopping up onto the counter, as Buddy started pulling out ingredients, it wasn’t long before Dominik joined them, now in his own pair of basketball shorts and a Naruto t-shirt on.  Rhea patted the counter top next to her, Dominik gave her a questioning look, so she patted it again, he hopped up next to her, just as Buddy turned the radio to an oldies station. “Thank you for being willing to spend Christmas with us on short notice.” 

Dominik looked up at him with wide eyes, through his fringe, “Uh, thanks for inviting me.” Dominik offered, “I know it was super short notice, and I know we haven’t really talked since…” Dominik trailed off.

“I got released?” Buddy breathed out, “It’s fine, things were messy at the time.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m glad you're in The Judgment Day, although from the outside it looks hilarious.” He offered, “We joke about it some at AEW, like, think about it... the rich kid, the transfer student, and two dudes in their forties who like to build lego houses…” That made Dominik giggle, “Not that any of those things are bad, I too build lego houses…” He hummed, and resumed putting everything together to make nachos. 

“Well, we can spend all week hanging out.” Rhea encouraged the two boys, linking one of her hands in Dom’s and reaching for Buddy with the other, pulling the man in to kiss her, “Which means, candy, video games, gym days, and late night movie marathons, we can be bad moshers!” She encouraged, “Just for a bit, and I’m totally telling Finn and Damian about that.” She looked at Buddy who snickered. 

Dominik’s gaze darted between the hand of Rhea’s he was holding and Buddy who shrugged, kissed Rhea’s lips, then ruffled Dominik’s hair, before Buddy went back to focus on the chicken he was cooking for the nachos. Rhea, meanwhile was just pleased that Buddy was playing it fucking cool . She, meanwhile, tilted to lean her head on Dominik’s shoulder, so the pair could watch Buddy cook. Before long, Buddy was making plates, asking what they both wanted, vegetable and toppings wise, before handing a plate first to Rhea, then Dominik, then he made his own plate. 

They trio ate in the kitchen - Rhea and Dominik remained seated on the counter, while Buddy leaned against another counter, across from them, the group eating in near-silence. After, Dominik offered to do the dishes, only for Rhea to wave him off, “We have two pre-dishwashers,” She then called the dogs, and ushered the group into the living room promising, “I’ll grab them later, let’s play!” Dominik ended up smashed on the couch between them, the three playing a very violent and aggressive game of Mario Party. Rhea declared nap time when they finished two consecutive games (to her amusement Dominik had won them both ), she immediately curled into Dominik’s side, and made herself comfortable.

“Can I uh, nap time too?” Buddy asked, going for casual but failing.

Dominik flicked his gaze to Buddy, his eyes wide where Rhea was cashed out against his chest, “This is ok?”

“Yeah, man, I love how comfortable she is with you.” Buddy explained, “I’m not, like, mad at you and Rhea’s TV work, I’m mad that everyone thinks you and Demi are messing around behind my back. I’m sure if she wanted to kiss you or sleep with you, she’d tell me.” Buddy shrugged, “And we’d figure out what that means, like… if she’s serious or… you know it’s just a crush.” Rhea, who was pretending to be asleep could feel herself getting embarrassed for Buddy, obviously he was relaying his own feelings there. 

“Oh.” Dominik sounded confused, still, but she didn’t move. “Maria broke things off with me because she thought I was cheating on her with Demi.” Dominik explained, “Even though I explained to her multiple times it’s not like that, no matter how pretty Demi is, or what we are doing in the ring…” He shrugged, careful not to jostle Rhea, “I hadn’t tried to contact you since this started, because I… like I didn’t want you to be mad at me you were the first person to be real with me during the Mysterio-Messiah thing, and I don’t want you to hate me.” Dominik’s voice was tinged with sadness. “I’m sorry for crashing here… I know holidays are meant to be spent with loved ones.”

Buddy hummed, Rhea felt the boys shift, and settled, she peaked up to see Buddy had wrapped his arm around Dominik’s shoulders and was now pulling the boy closer to his side. She moved with the pull, so she and Dominik were both sort of sprawled against Buddy. “Story lines aren’t worth getting that mad over, like I said I just tend to react to the fans and it comes out wrong.” Buddy admitted, “Now let’s take a nap, and…” Buddy paused, “I never really liked Maria, but I do like you.”

“That’s good.” Dominik yawned, “Thank you.” Rhea felt her sleepiness start to pull her under, so she relaxed into it, Buddy and Dominik had talked, they could talk more later. Naps were good. 

Christmas Eve the following morning had all three of them rushing to the mall, because while they had sent gifts to family (Buddy and Rhea had things for one another), they didn’t have gifts to exchange between the three of them. They rode together, promptly hid their faces, and rushed to get gifts and supplies, the trio giggling whenever they caught sight of one another, it took Buddy an embarrassing amount of time (in Rhea’s opinion) to realize that both Rhea and Dominik were wearing his hoodies, since he was larger than both of them. When he did, however, he walked straight into a glass door, cursing under his breath when he realized Rhea had seen him. 

Dominik bumped into him in Spencers at the checkout line, Buddy was relieved his gifts had already been wrapped up, the teenager behind the counter was eyeing them both like he recognized them but also like he had so many questions, “So, uh…” Dominik looked at him, “There is this corset with red roses, I want to get for Dems, I think she’d like it, but I’m not sure of her size…” He looked at Buddy pleadingly. 

“Sure, Dom, let’s…” He nearly froze when in his excitement that Buddy had agreed Dominik grabbed his hand - Buddy knew that he tended to do that with Damian and Finn (Rhea had explained it was trust based). Dominik yanked him towards the back, where the corset in question looked amazing, and like Rhea deserved it along with the red pleather jeans that Dominik had already tossed over his arm, and a pair of chunky black boots. So, Dominik knew her pants and shoe size, but not her cup size. “Let me…” Buddy pulled forward around him, and rifled through until he found the right size, “There you go, Dom.” 

“Thanks, Matty.” The younger man blushed, but nodded his head, “I’ll see you in a bit?”

“Uh, sure.” Buddy nodded his head and headed out of the story, nearly colliding with Rhea who was watching through the front windows again, “Are you stalking us?”

“Stalking? You’d like that.” Rhea muttered, “What did you two do in the back?” She whined, Buddy grinned, relieved the woman hadn’t seen what Dom had picked out (it would go really well with the new leather jacket that Buddy already had under the tree for her, and the cute black skinny jeans that he’d bought her earlier). “Did you get Dominik the thing I told you?” Rhea demanded as she tilted to look up at Buddy.

“Yes, you menace, I got all four of the Wonder Woman Lego sets that were available for purchase, and I got his matching pajamas, and before you hit me I got him Wonder Woman boxers, socks, and two different shirts, and a bath bomb.” Dominik ducked out of the store with two of the larger bags, “Hello, Dom, are you ready to head out? We still have to put the Gothic Tree up and decorate it.”

Dominik looked between them, “I need to get one more thing.” He bit his lip, “Is that ok?”

“Sure, Dom Dom.” Rhea felt her tone softened, “Want to meet us at the SUV?”

Dominik frowned, “No we can all go together.” With that he headed them toward the Christmas Kiosk, “I just, we always get new ornaments for the Tree at Abuelo and Abuela’s house, and since I’m not there… Could I get an ornament for your tree?” He looked at them with a sad look on his face, “I can take it when I leave-”

“If you put an ornament on our tree, you need to add another one next year.” Buddy said, before his brain caught up, Rhea watched as Buddy turned red and Dominik blushed pretty pink, maybe there was something she was missing. 

Instead of pushing she nodded her head, “Yeah, what Matty said, if you add an ornament, you have to do it every single year.” If possible, Dominik grinned wide, and headed for the ornaments, looking through them until he found an Astronaut. “I’ll write Mexican on it, since everyone tags me with that on TikTok.” He chuckled a little harder, Rhea grabbed an ornament with three cookies that had name places, intent to write their names on it, forever remembering the year she brought Dominik home for Christmas, while Buddy grabbed two different ornaments that looked like the dogs at home. 

Buddy paid for them all, even though Dominik pouted about it, Rhea had just shrugged and handed her ornament over, smiling. Buddy urged them back out to the SUV, they had to stop by the storage unit so they could get the Gothic Tree out and the ornaments they had combined when they got together. Dominik, adorably, did his best to help them load everything, grabbing all the boxes they pointed out they needed. 

By the time they made it back to the house they were hungry, so Dominik offered to make them sandwiches, while they wrapped their gifts, then after lunch Dominik wrapped his gifts while Rhea and Buddy sorted through the boxes to find all the pieces and parts of the black Christmas tree. He rejoined them and the trio worked together on putting the tree together, “So, can we watch Christmas movies tonight? Or do you not…” Dominik frowned, “I’m sorry I keep asking for stuff-”

Rhea, on a stroke of genius, cleared her throat, “We always watch Christmas movies,” She elbowed Buddy, “And we build a fort and sleep in here, in our matching pajamas.” She nudged Buddy who handed him one of the wrapped boxes, and shot him a tentative smile.

“Thanks! When do we put these on?” Dominik held the box protectively.

Oh, no. Rhea felt her heart thunder, she knew that Dominik liked praise, but… was he not getting enough positive reinforcement, had she failed in their kayfabe relationship? The boy in question was leaning into Buddy, the pair looking down at the box of ornaments, sorting through where to start, she watched the pair for a moment, thoughtful, before nodding her head, Buddy was right and it was about time she told him - but, more than that she could see how perfectly Dominik could fit. 

“Put them on when you want, Dom Dom. I’m going to put the MistleToe up!” Rhea declared, yanking the offensive plants from one of her shopping bags. Both men turned to look at her like, where did you get that? , she shot them a blinding smile, as she moved to hang the first little bundle over the entryway into the living room from the hallway, before heading for the kitchen to do the same, and then the hallway on the opposite side leading into the living room. She kept her eyes on the boys, gazing at the pair who worked well together - rethinking all their ring chemistry she’d seen. Dominik was amazing with ring chemistry, he could literally work with anyone (even Brock Lesnar who’d accidently hurt him the first time they worked one another).

“Hey, Dems, can you come help?” Buddy’s voice drew her out of his thoughts. “We have fluffed the tree.”

She gazed at it, “Missed a spot.” She slid around them to fix a branch that had left a hole, Dominik sputtered about it, but Buddy openly laughed, “Once we do this, and eat everything we made for dinner, then can we play truth or dare before we start watching Christmas movies?”  

Buddy shot her a look that told her that he knew exactly what she was up to, but Dominik looked so pleased and ready, “That sounds like fun.” He offered, diplomatically, “I’m too old-”

“You're not too old.” Dominik nearly knocked into his side, turning sharp to eye Buddy, “You're never too old to have fun, please?” Dominik pouted, Rhea watched Buddy crumble in front of her very eyes. Rhea grinned sharp and happy, she could make her man's dreams (ok, and her dreams) come true, they had four more days to change Dominik’s relationship status, and somehow get the boy between the sheets. 

Everything on the tree, cookies made (thanks, Buddy, Rhea thought as she eyed his lack of diet in the face of Dominik’s breakup), the group had changed into their matching PJ’s - black onesies with white Christmas trees and the red bedazzled ‘Merry Fucking Christmas’ splashed across the fronts of their chest, a fort had been successfully erected in the living room, and the first Christmas movie was on (Christmas in July). Buddy had practically rearranged the living room, Rhea snapped a shot of them and posted it on Instagram with the caption, ‘ Christmas with both my men! Latino Heat and Australian Fireeee!’, then she took all their phones and put them in one of the stockings they hadn’t used. 

“Are we going to play truth or dare, now?” Buddy asked, amused, as both Rhea and Dominik sat down on the floor, knees touching. Dominik had pulled his mullet up into a bun again (Buddy thought that was probably Rhea’s way of teasing him, he'd made the mistake of telling her that while he loved the mullet also found Dominik absolutely adorable with his hair twisted up in either a ponytail or bun - both of which Dominik did more and more the longer it got). 

“We are.” Dominik agreed, “Can I go first?” He asked, looking at the pair, who nodded, “Ok, Dems, truth or dare?” 

Rhea blinked, “Truth?”

Dominik gave her a very pointed look, “Why did you really invite me to Christmas?”

Rhea glanced at Buddy, “Because we wanted you to be here.”

“Both of you?” Dominik turned to look at Buddy.

Rhea tutted, “You only get one question,” Dominik pouted, “Matty, truth or dare?”

Buddy rolled his eyes, “Truth.” He gave Rhea a pointed look.

Rhea cackled, “Why did you want Dom to come to our house?”

Buddy flushed, then looked at Dom, “Dems wants me to tell you the whole truth, like a brat, so…” He scratched the back of his neck, “When we were doing the Mysterio/Messiah thing, I uh, I thought you were very cute.” He breathed out, “You sort of inspired my, uh, my bi-panic?” He said questioningly. Rhea nodded and made a humming noise for him to continue, “So, I might have mentioned that to Dems when she started working with you, or like with the Judgment Day started working with you.” 

Dominik blinked rapidly, “I inspired you're bi-panic?” 

Buddy nodded, unashamed, “That’s ok, right?”

Dominik was blushing very pretty, in Rhea’s opinion, a smile working its way on his face, “So… you have a crush on me still?” Buddy nodded, Dominik turned to look at Rhea, “Dems do you have a crush on me too?” The wheels were obviously turning behind his pretty dark eyes. 

“It’s Matty’s turn to ask a question.” Rhea countered, avoiding the question.

Buddy laughed, “Dems, truth or dare.”

“Dare.” Rhea decided, savagely.

“Kiss Dom.” Buddy ordered, then backtracked a bit, “If you're both ok with that?” 

Dominik blushed but nodded his head signaling that the was fine with it, Rhea rolled her shoulders, “I do have a crush on you,” She grabbed the front of his onesie and yanked him forward, to press a quick chaste kiss to his lips, she pulled back, “Now Dominik, truth or truth?” She didn’t let him answer, “Do you like us?” This was something Buddy was nervous about, he was worried Dominik would only be interested in Rhea.

Dominik laughed, “So… Matty, you weren’t my bi-panic, you were my bi-confirmation. I was so mad that Aalyah got to kiss you, and I had to work with you and couldn’t really like, talk to you about my feelings, cause I was scared you were like the other guys in the locker room and had this phobia of queer, and I obviously like Dems, it’s something that apparently everyone has picked up on.”

Buddy shot him a soft smile, “Well, not a phobia, can I kiss you now?” He asked softly.

“I want you to know, Dom Dom, that we both want you, we want you to be with us, dating us both.” Rhea explained, “I want to keep you, Buddy wants to keep you, and this only works if you want us, too.” 

Dominik seemed to think about it, “Yes, but , this can’t be like a rebound thing for me. Maria and I were in love once but since I started being on the road all the time, we fell apart. Honestly we were headed toward this break up months ago, but like… I don’t want this… to be like awkward, I don’t want just a few days getting to explore whatever this is you are both offering…” 

“Not a rebound.” Buddy offered, quickly, “We would like to keep you.”

“Possessive, I like it.” Dominik wiggled a bit then refocused his attention on Buddy, “Kiss?” Buddy caught the front of Dominik’s pajamas much like Rhea had, and yanked Dominik in, to kiss him on the lips, kissing Dominik with a promise for more later if he wanted it. Rhea clapped her hands together, a smile on her face, this was both a Christmas Miracle and absolutely the best New Years gift ever. When they broke apart, Rhea climbed over them both to kiss Buddy, then Dominik, grinning warmly at them. “Can we watch movies now and cuddle?” Dominik asked, seriously. 

They pulled couch cushions and blankets and pillows around, to create a comfortable enough place to lay, Buddy stretched out in the center, Rhea laid near the couch, her head on Buddy’s chest, Dominik laid on the other side, his back to the pair, but curled up to Buddy, head resting on Buddy’s arm, so they could all watch the TV, Rhea handed the remote to Dominik, so he could cue the next movie up. Rhea let her arm drape over Buddy’s waist, and hooked her hand over Dominik’s hip, pressing her nails into his side, while Buddy coiled the arm under Rhea around her more and pressed his other hand to Dominik’s heart, so the boy was in a neck-lock of sorts. Happiness settled and the three rested together.

Christmas morning they woke up still a pile of messy arms and legs on the floor of Rhea’s house (Buddy had moved in with her and if Rhea had her way Dominik would be moving from the Mysterio house in Las Vegas to join them immediately). They hurried to use the bathroom, washed their hands, and then made breakfast together, Dominik had commandeered the radio so they were listening to some Spanish Rap, which had Rhea bobbing her head along and Buddy sort of swaying. 

“Breakfast, then presents, then let's lay in bed and do nothing !” Rhea called out excitedly as Buddy moved to set the table for breakfast. 

Dominik laughed, “So, before we lay in bed and do nothing, I think we should talk.” Both Buddy and Rhea pouted, “Hear me out, I was just in a very vanilla relationship for years .” He folded his arms over his chest, “I like you both, I’ve always felt a connection to you, Matty, and sparks literally flew with you Dems, but… I’m still a bit unsure.” They frowned, “Unsure about how fast we should move… don’t get me wrong, I’m down for the physical side of things but… I wanna…” He frowned. 

“We can move however fast or slow as you want, right Dems?” Buddy elbowed her. 

“Right.” Rhea agreed, “You're speed.”  

Dominik grinned at them both before he giggled, “Christmas morning time!”

The morning of the twenty-sixth Dominik got a phone call that had them all on edge - Maria wanted to know where to send his belongings, since they’d been sharing an apartment in San Diego. Buddy took the phone and gave her their address in Tampa. Maria didn’t seem too bothered, she promised to send everything straight through. It was Rhea who offered a soft sad smile, “How about you just stay here for now, and lets put together some of your Legos, yeah?” 

“Ok.” Dominik looked a bit miffed, “Can we maybe… can we build Legos in bed?” It was an odd request but Rhea nodded her head, and Buddy hummed his agreement. The trio tumbled into the big bed, still in their onesie pajamas, and somehow managed to assemble the ‘invisible’ jet that was made of clear blocks. Once that was done, Dominik dropped into Buddy’s lap, and cried - the first time Rhea had really seen him shed tears, she moved closer and rubbed at his shoulders, while Buddy held him tightly. 

Dominik eventually seemed to cry himself out, while Buddy rubbed his fingers over Dominik’s long hair, playing with the ends like Rhea had liked when she had longer hair. Rhea nuzzled into Dominik’s side, her arms around his middle, while Buddy shifted them slightly, so he could nudge Dominik’s chin up with his fingers, “Hey, baby?” Dominik blinked his tears away, “It’s ok, you know? To hurt and be sad about you're relationship with Maria ending, it was a long part of your life, and we understand how you must be hurt - we’ve both been through bad breakups.” He motioned between himself and Rhea, “So, you take all the time you need, we aren’t going to change our minds - I’ve had a crush on you for years, and Dems is obsessed, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.” 

Dominik let out a wet little giggle, “Thanks, I needed that.” He breathed, then looked at Buddy with huge pleading eyes, “Can I have a kiss?”

“You don’t have to ask for those, sweetface.” Buddy promised, ducking to kiss his lips softly, when he pulled back he studied Dominik’s face, Rhea, too was watching him carefully, “You know, Dom Dom, I think maybe for now kissing, holding hands, cuddling is probably the best course of action, we can figure out the more physical stuff later.” 

Dominik nodded his head as Rhea wiggled to be more between them, “I want cuddles too!” She demanded.

Buddy laughed, “Great, now there are two of you, my needy little babies.” He grumbled, before adjusting so they could both stretch out over his chest, he kissed both their heads, as Rhea pulled Dominik into a soft, sweet little kiss. Buddy wrapped his arms around them both holding them to his chest, before he cleared his throat, “I hate to suggest this, but for now… maybe we just keep this between us. Dominik can move in slowly over time, when y’all come off the road, you can come here, and we can unpack him a little bit at a time.”

‘Good idea, Matty.” Rhea hummed, “That gives you time to get him a dresser and a lounger for our bedroom.”

Dominik blushed pretty, “I get to stay in the bedroom too?”

“You're ours, we are yours, of course you get to stay in the bedroom.” Buddy chuckled, “Where else would you sleep, baby?” Dominik shrugged, while Rhea traced his face with her fingertips, “Now I believe we agreed to do absolutely nothing productive for the rest of the break… but after this nap, can we please, please, change out of these hot ass onesies.”

Rhea grumbled, “Fine, I guess…” 

Rhea had suffered through yet another messy taping for the Mysterio drama that was unfolding on WWE regularly. Buddy met both of them outside the restaurant, or rather Dominik ran headlong into Buddy out of the restaurant when he was ‘running from the cops’, Rhea after she pushed through the camera crew found the pair, and let Buddy usher them both into the rental he’d picked up. Rhea had clocked the look Rey sent at them - and wondered if maybe he was upset that Dominik was moving in with them (had moved in with them) or was upset that Rhea and Dominik were less than PG behind the scenes. The more Dominik had gotten over his grief when it came to his relationship with Maria (he blamed himself for failing her somehow), the more handsy he had gotten with them both, and the more he opened up to them, sharing everything with them he absolutely could. 

Which brought Rhea to her biggest problem as of late - the girls locker room. If one more person accused her of cheating on Buddy she might just take their heads off, with her bare hands. She was not cheating, she was just traveling with one of her boyfriends while the other boyfriend stayed around Jacksonville or did small time house shows across America (taking Luna and Barry with him). Again, not the world knew that, although she’d been dropping not so subtle hints, case in point, she tagged a lot of things with her Latino Heat and Australian Fire. 

“So, what do we want to do for Valentine’s Day?” Buddy asked, softly, as he eyed the pair that had both climbed into the backseat, he looked at them through the rearview, watching them casually. Dominik and Rhea shared a look, the pair shrugging, “Alright, so I guess I get to choose.” He turned the car on, buckled up, and shifted it into gear, steering them out of the parking lot and towards the center of town. If they weren’t going to pick then Buddy was going to check something off his to-do list. 

Coney Island at night was lit up magnificently. Rhea chuckled as she realized where Buddy had taken them - she knew he’d never managed to get to go, in all the times they’d been in the city for road shows or other things he’d never managed to go, Dominik made a funny noise, “Uncle Eddie brought me here a couple times.” He offered, sounding a little excited and a lot relieved. “This is going to be great!” He added, already trying to unbuckle and escape the SUV. 

Buddy climbed out, trailed by Rhea and Dominik, he offered his arms to them both. Rhea slid to his left side while Dominik took his right, the three moved toward ticket sales, once more Buddy bought their admissions (Rhea wondered if Dominik was getting a bit irritated by how often Buddy just paid for everything, the man liked to spoil his princesses ). With their wristbands on they headed into the park, Buddy stiffened for just a moment as Dominik’s hand slid into his, instead of resting their arms together, Rhea on his other side had already laced their fingers together. 

From the midway they scouted out the best path to the Cyclone, which had apparently been one of Eddie’s favorite rides. They headed first for the Soarin’ Eagle, but soon realized they’d have to break up into a pair and a single rider - they agreed quickly to alternate out who was the single rider. From Soarin’ Eagle they moved onto the SlingShot, then the Steeplechase, before making their way across what amounted to a kiddy-land, although they did stop to ride the Ferris Wheel and the Coney Clipper (one of the few rides they could sit altogether), before they headed into the line for the Cyclone. 

Maybe it was because it was February, but the lines weren’t terribly long, so they got to ride the Cyclone three times in a row before Rhea was begging for them to do literally anything else . They cut back across the kiddy-land, and through the rides they’d already rode, across the midway a second time, to reach the rest of the rides. The Astro Tower had them all screaming, loudly, hands held outside of the harnesses on the ride, Dominik screaming out a very shrill, “Ohhhh, Shit!” As it dropped them from the heavens. 

Buddy was the one who tugged them into the line for the Thunderbolt, and honestly, Rhea was starting to get a little worried about the age of all the coasters Buddy was apparently obsessed with. They rode it four times, before Rhea managed to talk him into riding the Tony’s Express. After that Rhea begged for them to play games, and Dominik managed to win them all three small little rewards at Ring Toss, Rhea won them all prizes at Whack-A-Mole, then Buddy won Rhea and Dominik huge stuffed Hippos (Rhea’s was purple and Dominik’s was blue) at a bean bag toss game. 

“Can we eat here?” Dominik asked, eyeing both his girlfriend and his boyfriend.

“Come on, there’s an Italian place, uh… Al Cavallino?” Buddy pointed at the sign, as they moved towards it.

“Let’s get it to go.” Rhea hummed, “I wanna uh, I wanna go back to the hotel.” There was a flirty lit to her voice, one that had Buddy and Dominik quickly ordering three massive pizzas, and rushing out of Luna Park, back to the SUV and toward the Mandarin Oriental. It was on the steep end of the price scale that they tended to use when it came to picking a hotel, but Rhea had splurged a little because this was a big night . 

With everything that had been going on, they’d been traveling more and more, and with Buddy now doing regular house shows for AEW and still picking up his special contracts, they had had to enact a two week rule - they saw each other all three every two weeks even if it was only for an hour. For all that Buddy could be upset that Rhea and Dom were always together he was relieved that his little monsters had one another on the road, he was ok traveling on his own, he’d always been good at the road (which irritated both Rhea and Dom). 

The Premier Central Park Suite, on the forty-second floor overlooked the park (obviously) but was also decorated elegantly. The entry into the room was into a sprawling living room, where a curved couch sat around a coffee table, across from that there was a table made for four. Dominik dropped the pizza on it, while Rhea set about getting the beer out of the mini-fridge. The bedroom was huge, with a California King size bed, and a small lounge-chair against the impressive floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the beauty that was Central Park in the large and sprawling city. The bathroom was pristine, with a huge tub and a deep sink. The closet was packed full of Buddy, Rhea and Dominik’s belongings (mostly Buddy’s because he’d arrived a couple days before Rhea and Dominik). 

They changed into lounge clothes which equaled boxers for both Dominik and Buddy, while Rhea donned a pair of black underwear and a t-shirt that belonged to Dominik. Rhea grabbed her pizza slice, folded it in half, and started to eat, sitting criss-cross on the fluffy white couch, Dominik joined her with both their beers and his own two slices of pizza that he’d made some sort of a sandwich out of. Buddy just grabbed his whole box of pizza and his beer, dropping onto the couch next to his lovers. What was the point in working his ass out in the gym if he couldn’t eat a whole pizza when he damn well wanted it. 

The thing about Buddy, in Rhea’s opinion, was he was easy to read. There was a way he looked, when his hunger changed from wolfing down a whole pizza full of gross things like anchovies, to devouring Rhea or Dominik. She and Dominik had barely finished their first slices when Buddy’s gaze turned a bit heated, a bit more focused, his pupils expanding, he licked his lips, and Rhea resigned herself to the fact that they’d finish eating later and they would probably need a shower (or two). 

Rhea also knew how to get Buddy’s attention, she stretched her arms over her head, yawning, before she moved toward Dominik, licking the side of his face, “You know what I think?” She offered the boys, “I think we’ve kissed a bit, we’ve made out, we’ve gotten each other off through our clothes… it’s about time we did moooore.” She whined a bit, which was enough, Buddy didn’t give either of them time to reach, before he tossed his pizza down (he’d be upset about that later, it missed the table and hit the nice carpet), and yanked both of them into his lap, Dominik nearly clipped him in the balls, but Buddy didn’t slow down, instead he pressed forward, licking his way into Dominik’s mouth, forcefully biting at the boys lips, tasting every bit of Dominik’s mouth before he turned his attention to Rhea and gave her much the same treatment, she sighed into him, melting closer. 

When they broke for air, the pair had been kissed soundly by Buddy for the better part of thirty minutes, whenever he broke for air from one kiss, he’d gulp down some more then lunge forward to kiss the other. “Making out is good.” Dominik giggled, his lips kissed red and bruising quickly, “But you know what would be better?” He asked as he pressed forward and started biting at Buddy’s neck, the man was still kissing Rhea like his life depended on it, “Mutual orgasms sound better, don’t you think?” Buddy inhaled sharply, broke his kiss with Rhea and looked at Dominik seriously. 

Dominik, however, had moved to focus on Rhea, tugging on her shirt, to get it over her head, even as the younger pair shifted on Buddy’s lap, so they were more facing each other, Rhea giggled, “Do you have an idea?”

“Yeah, actually I do.” Dominik began, “But uh, it’s more of a fantasy?” 

“Wanna tell us?” Buddy asked, softly, ducking to kiss both their shoulders.

“Can I just uh, show you?” Dominik ventured, blushing pretty, the red running down his cheeks to bloom across his chest and down to his happy trail, that disappeared into his boxers, which were tenting up, showing his interest. Dominik waited for both of them to nod, “Ok, Matty, can you uh, can you sit on the table for a moment.” He motioned toward the coffee table, Buddy huffed clearly aware of where this was maybe going, but did as Dominik asked, Rhea and Dominik were both shuffled onto the couch, for him to move, “Alright, Mami,” Dom looked at Rhea, sweetly, batting his eyelashes, “Off with the clothes, please?” He tugged on her black underwear. She laughed, loudly. She shimmied out of them, while Dominik stood and slid his own boxers down, awkwardly.

Buddy watched them, his boxers tight. For a moment Rhea and Dominik just looked at each other, they’d taken to sharing a locker room on the road, and had seen flashes of each other naked, but like they’d agreed back at Christmas, none of them had moved past kisses and cuddles with a side of hand holding. Rhea was toned and athletic, Dominik was starting to gain more muscle, but still had soft love handles from the weight he’d gained between Football and deciding to join the WWE for real. Dominik’s gaze wandered over her, but not for long, he drug his eyes back upward to where Rhea was studying him, a bright smile on her face, and eyes gleefully full of what could only be called mischief and desire. 

“Dios,” Dominik breathed out, “I wanna eat you alive.” He brought his hands to rest on her hip bones, Buddy tracked the movement, a smile starting to pull at his lips, Dominik pulled Rhea back toward the couch. She jerked her head in a nod, before dipping forward to kiss his lips, fingers shaking Dominik moved his right hand, letting his index finger trace a path from her collarbones downward, to her shaved pussy lips, he groaned into the kiss when he felt how wet she was, the scent of her arousal spiking as he did it again, “Let me taste you?” He begged, when she broke the kiss, he pulled her hand to his lips and licked them hungrily, he turned to look at Buddy, moving his fingers free of his lips, “Can I taste Mami?” He asked, slowly.

“Go ahead, baby.” Buddy grinned sharply, “Taste you're Mami.” He added, a bit darker.

“Thank you, Papi.” Dominik whispered, as he gazed at Rhea, eyes hooded with want. 

“Lay back.” Rhea ordered, shoving his shoulder harshly so he dropped back onto the couch, with the curve it was kind of awkward but they made it work, “I wanna taste you too, can I Papi?” She blinked innocently at Buddy, who chuckled darkly but nodded his head, waving his hand in a do as you please sort of motion. Tentatively, afraid that Dominik might change his mind, Rhea fisted his cock, pumped it twice then rubbed his precum off with her thumb, pushing it into her mouth and loudly moaning around the taste. A wicked grin lit up her face, as she climbed up and over him, Dominik caught her hips to help her situate her cute cunt over his mouth so she wouldn’t smother him (although Dominik probably would have willingly agreed to that), she froze over him when he slid his tongue over her clit the first time, “Oooh.” She hissed, before wiggling a bit, to encourage him, she stretched her body over his, using her right hand to balance herself on his upper thigh, before moving to hold the base of her cock with her left hand, she nuzzled his cockhead with her lips and, as he took a stronger lick between her pussy lips, the moment she sucked his cockhead into her lips, he flicked his tongue hard against her core - chasing the sweet honey like taste of her wetness. 

By the way Dominik was moaning, Buddy knew he was in heaven. From what they knew about Dominik, he’d always had an oral fixation, it was further proven as he greedily locked his lips over her swollen clit and sucked, grazing his teeth along her tiny little bud, flicking his tongue in a rough pattern - then he’d slide his tongue down further, slipping into her tight little hole, tasting her pure sex, before he’d double back to his sucking of her clit. Rhea, meanwhile, was caught between begging Dom for god only knows what and purposely trying to choke herself because the feeling of Dom cockhead against the back of her throat made her nearly feral with want, she bobbed her head up and down testing out different twirls of her tongue and grazes of her teeth sometimes sucking harder, Dom hips bucked up driving his cock deeper into her throat as she ground her hips down, pushing her cunt against Dom face in need. He responded by fucking his tongue in and out of her cute little pussy, nuzzling her red and sensitive clit with his nose. 

Buddy watched on appreciatively, not sure how long they teased each other before he slowly eased himself down to his knees, groaning in frustration as he drove his knee into the pizza he’d dropped earlier (for a moment his mind focused on the fact that they were going to have to pay to have this room cleaned), he refocused on the beautiful sight before him. Rhea was devoutly bobbing her head up and down eager to take as much of Dom cock down her throat, while Dom was greedily eating her pussy like his life depended on it. Buddy didn’t bother to take his boxers off, only pushing them down enough to get his cock out, he spat in his hand to lube himself up with it the best he could, before edging forward, pointedly ignoring the pizza issue. Both Rhea and Dominik froze for a moment when his hands landed on them, so he pushed Rhea’s head down to get her to refocus on the delicious looking cock in her mouth. As soon as she resumed bobbing her head up and down, Dominik refocused on his sweet treat. 

Buddy spat into his hand a couple more times, then rubbed his hand between the pair, wetting down Rhea’s ribs and Dominik’s stomach with his saliva, before he pushed forward and slid his cock between their bodies seeking friction. He grunted as he set a slow rhythm, then ran his index finger down Rhea’s spine, dipping between her cute little ass cheeks, rubbing hard over her asshole - the girl let out a pretty noise as Buddy sunk his finger into her tight wet cunt, Dom hummed and turned his attention to just her clit, nibbling and sucking happily. Buddy pushed his index finger in and out of her, finger fucking her while Dominik teased her clit, he added a second finger even as he brought his other hand up to his mouth and sucked sloppily on his fingers. 

“Hey, Dom, spread your legs for me, baby.” The younger man did as Buddy commanded, careful not to jostle Rhea, “Sweetface, drool down his cock for me.” He continued to lightly fuck his hips forward, while scissoring his fingers inside of Rhea the powerful woman  whimpering her pleasure even as she did as he asked. He grinned darkly as her drool ran down Dom’s shaft and over his rather nice sized balls (Buddy sort of wanted to suck on them, but that would have to wait). He caught the drool with his free hand and proceeded to smear it over Dom tight puckered asshole, “Is this ok, baby?” Dominik made a muffled noise of agreement, so Buddy worked his middle finger in first, the boy gasped even as he bucked into the feeling, once Buddy could thrust that finger in and out without resistance, he set an even pace. 

Rhea was starting to wiggle and whimper a bit louder, so Buddy pulled his fingers free of her hungry cunt, he knew exactly what his little mosher needed, “Dom, put your fingers in her.” Dominik clumsily did so, pushing two in and nibbling a little harder on her clit if her grunt and moan was anything to go by. Buddy ran his sloppy wet fingers from her pussy to her tight asshole, he worked the first one in even as he added a second finger to Dom, his hips started bucking his cock harder between their bodies, he could feel the heat of his pending orgasm rushing up his spine, so he slowed down a little bit, not wanting to cum just yet. He focused on the task at hand - soon he was working two fingers in and out of both their tight little asses while Rhea hungrily bobbed her head up and down Dom’s cock, now that Buddy was largely in charge he grinned.

Not that he minded the thought of watching the pair fuck from the corner chair, it was just their first time and he wanted to be as much a part of it as possible, an idea forming in his head, taking root and growing fast. “Tug on his balls, sweetheart.” Buddy could feel his own balls tightening, “Add another finger, Dom.” As both listened - Rhea rested her full weight against Dom which made the pressure on Buddy’s cock increase beautifully, and took both hands to his balls tugging and pinching slightly as she pushed herself until her nose was buried in his pubes. Dom has moved his free hand to coil around Buddy’s leg, to squeeze his balls from behind and Buddy couldn’t help but buck a little harder when Dom pulled just right the boy had also added a third finger to Rhea’s now stretched cunt. Buddy couldn’t help but add a third finger to stretch them even more - that was what did it both his younger lovers explode.

Rhea’s whole body went tense just before her cunt convulsed and her orgasm flooded Dom’s face and mouth. Dom came hard, his hips jerking up bucking his cock far enough down Rhea’s throat the woman gagged around him, but didn’t move off as he started to cum down her throat, Buddy sort of hoped she choked on it in the best way possible, Rhea liked to be in charge as far as the world was concerned, but Buddy was the one who held her down at home. Buddy’s rhythm faltered, he felt his balls draw up tight, his own release surged forward flooding the pair his cock was trapped between. He leaned forward, resting his head on the back of the couch, before he pulled his fingers free of the beautiful sweaty pair, he brought them to his mouth to lick them clean, even as Rhea gingerly moved off Dom, the pair both wiggling to sit up, facing Buddy who was still on his knees. Buddy couldn’t help but groan, seeing how wrecked the pair were, and how coated in his cum they were. He was still cumming when Rhea started to rub his cum into her skin, Dom after a moment of hesitation followed her lead, Buddy’s cock twitched eagerly watching them, he wanted more. 

Buddy managed to get his boxers off, still ignoring the pizza situation under his knees, he continued to kneel before them, eyes going between the most beautiful woman and the most darling man he’d ever seen. “I wanna taste you both,” Buddy declared, “God you look like a porno, sort of smell like one too.” He inhaled deeply, the scent of their spent sex going to his head. “Dems, would you let Dom Dom fuck you're ass?” He bit his bottom lip and watched Rhea weigh her options, slowly she nodded, “I… god I wanna keep you both, forever.” He breathed out, his cock was still twitching, little dribbles of cum were dropping onto the floor between his knees, “Dom, baby, sit on the edge here, in front of me, Dems you should just be able to slide him in, I stretched you out nice, didn’t I?”

“Matty, you know I like you in me, always.” Rhea cupped his face, bent forward to kiss him sweetly, like she hadn’t just choked on Dom’s cock for the better part of the last hour, Buddy felt the heat bubbling his stomach again, “I really like knowing you like being inside me.” Rhea breathed out against his lips. The invitation was there, so Buddy grabbed her harshly by the back of her short hair, yanking her into a kiss that was more teeth than tongue, biting at one another, threatening to bust each others lips with the force, before Dom let out a noise of pain, and wiggled forward, inching into the kiss. It took a minute for them to navigate a three way kiss, more tongue than teeth this time, but once they had it Dominik’s moans turned from whimpers to pleading little noises. 

Buddy, eager to get on to the next part of his plan, pulled away from them, licking his lips, before he nudged Rhea down the couch, so he could slide Dominik into position, “Did you like my finger Dom Dom?” He asked as he forced Dominik’s legs open, and yanking him toward the edge of the couch, Dominik nodded his head frantically as Buddy cupped his neck, squeezing slightly, before running his palms down Dominik’s chest, pausing to tweak his nipples - the boy let out a mewling noise, as Buddy slide his dominant hand downward, fingertips gliding over Dominik’s soft skin, before he pointedly ignored Dominik’s cock, and slid his finger back inside of the younger man, Dominik let out a airy moan. 

“More?” Dom pleaded. 

Buddy nipped at Dominik’s thighs, Rhea let out what amounted to a frustrated growl, before Buddy laughed, he pulled his mouth away from Dominik’s left high, a beautiful hickey left in its place, “Dems, come sit on Dom Dom’s cock for Papi.” When Rhea started the whole Who’s Your Papi?, neither one of them realized how much Dom would enjoy calling Rhea Mami and Buddy Papi , had both Rhea and Buddy referring to each other in the same manner. 

Buddy knew deep down that he’d probably started to push both Rhea and Dominik further than they wanted to go for their first time, but neither of them were saying stop . Rhea complied, as she moved to brace her hands on Buddy’s shoulders while Dom held his cock with the hand not currently twisted in the couch cushions. Buddy bent down a little, doing his best to ignore how his knee slid on the pizza box, to watch Dom’s now hard cock (it was a nice cock, almost eight inches, and decently thick - not as thick or as long as Buddy’s, but delicious looking and he personally couldn’t wait to suck it down) push against Rhea’s tight puckered pink ring, before finally his cockhead slipped in. “Oh, fuck, Dom .” Rhea let out a pleased noise as she lowered herself down his cock, Buddy grinned as she took the initiative to impale herself to the base, once there she sort of rocked her hips, experimenting, “You feel so good.” She promised Dom, looking over her shoulder to lick at his jawline.  

Dom pitched forward, wrapping his arm around her stomach, kissing up her neck, “So goddamn hot.” He breathed out, hot against Rhea’s throat, he moaned out loudly when Buddy started to pump his finger in and out of Dominik’s tight hole, Buddy growled when either of them tried to move, he needed to work Dom back up to three fingers again. 

“There we go, so pretty.” Buddy licked his lips, “Rock your hips, Rhea, as slow or as fast as you want.” Then he surged forward, plunging his tongue into her cute little cunt, licking up to her clit and biting down just hard enough for her to cry out, burying both her hands on his hair. She rocked her hips violently forward chasing his mouth, which caused her to bounce up and down Dom cock, while Buddy searched out the boy's prostate. “Gonna milk you both.” He murmured as he pulled away from her clit, “Dems rub your clit baby, I wanna eat you.” With that he plunged his tongue into her cunt, and started a fast in and out, she felt her hips flex but did as he asked. Dropping her hand between her thighs and rubbing her clit slowly. 

Buddy let his tongue slide down to where Rhea was split open on Dom’s cock every now and then, at times he hungrily sucked Dom heavy balls into his mouth, he lapped at the younger mans asshole where it was stretched around three of his thick fingers, then pushed his mouth back up to suck her pussy lips and fuck her with his tongue while he stroked his cock and tugged on his balls with his free hand, focused on using his fingers inside Dom to abuse the younger mans prostate to the fullest of his abilities. This time when Rhea came it was all over Buddy - he pulled her off Dom at the last minute so his streams of hot white cum could mark his face, throat and chest alongside Rhea’s own delicious cum. 

Buddy angled himself upward, stroking hard and fast, so he could coat Rhea’s clit, pussy, and asshole alongside Dom’ now limp cock, balls and asshole. The younger pair spent, dropped back against the couch exhausted so naturally Buddy took his time cleaning them off with his tongue, once he had a mouthful of all three of their releases he kissed Rhea who let out a pleased noise at the taste he did the same with Dom who groaned his cock twitching gallantly. Buddy continued his tongue bath until both seemed to regain their brains. Together Rhea and Dom pushed him backwards, he took the hint, and shoved himself onto the coffee table, letting out a pointed sigh when he felt his pizza box creak under his weight, before flattening. They hungrily worked on cleaning the mess from his chest and neck, Rhea was the one who settled between his legs (she let out a noise that let him know she’d found his smashed pizza slice and he’d be hearing about it later, but he refused to dwell on that). She pushed his thighs apart, at first he wasn’t sure what they were up to until Dom’s mouth closed over his cockhead, the man was balanced precariously on the couch, hands on Buddy’s upper thighs for support so Rhea had room to work. Buddy grunted in eager anticipation as Rhea pulled his ass cheeks apart and surged forward with her tongue. 

Buddy let them have their fun, reaching down to fist the base of his cock, as Rhea licked into his own tight picker - flicking her tongue in eager and hungry, Dom was bobbing up and down on his cock, at times hitting Buddy’s fist hard enough Buddy was worried he was going to bust his lips open, Dominik started to hum as he was able to swallow more and more down. Rhea tugged harshly on his balls which had him crying out in pleasure even as Dom’s mouth slammed into his fist again, this time the younger man paused to inhale sharply before experimenting with swallowing around Buddy’s cock, making him let out what amounted to a high pitched keen. Tentatively Buddy ran his fingers through Dominik’s longer hair, before holding his head in place, and bucking up slightly, Buddy tested out bucking up, just as Rhea moaned loudly. When he looked down he could see her hand between her thighs, moving fast and he grinned with the realization she was fingering herself - he groaned as he felt a slick finger prodded at his asshole, a finger Rhea had no doubt coated with her own slick. These two together, they might actually be the death of him. 

Dominik, now more comfortable, set an impressive pace. Bobbing up and down with abandon while Rhea moved to suck and nibble at his balls, she had managed to get three fingers coated in her slick into him, and was now pressing them harshly against his prostate. His own clenches on the base of his cock were coming hard and fast and all too soon he was seizing up. His cum flooded Dom mouth, choking him, as he pulled back Rhea replaced him, sucking down wave after wave - her fingers still assaulting his prostate. Buddy was fairly sure he was spent, and had no more cum to give his lovers, when they moved as one, giving him a beautiful sight. Rhea pawed his mouth open and the pair sloppily made out, as Buddy leaned forward, moving himself around so he could see his cum dribbling down their chins, he ducked forward, nearly kneeing Rhea in his haste, to lick his cum off their chins, before lowering himself to the floor in front of Rhea, so he could angle his mouth under their joined lips, to catch the stream of cum. After a few beats of his heart, Buddy licked up their necks, and shoved his own tongue into the mix, biting at both their lips and gripping the back of their necks. 

Of course, Rhea couldn’t just let them languish in their afterglow. “I desperately love you both,” She started, as she moved to stand on shaky legs, “But I have pizza sauce on me .” She gave Buddy a rude look, he ducked his head, “And I think it’s forever stained the carpet, they are going to think we killed someone.”

Dominik, who had been panting, burst out laughing. “Matty, you really wanted that pizza.” The trio looked at the smashed pizza box on the coffee table, grease stains leaking out of the flattened cardboard. “You can have some of mine?” Dominik suggested, even as Rhea moved to drag him to his feet, “But Mami’s right, we should shower, you’ve got pizza sauce all over you…” 

Buddy groaned, “Fine, shower fun, then we eat, then we play some more.” The younger set giggled, as they took off in a run toward the shower, pushing and shoving playfully at each other, Buddy took a few minutes to catch his breath, he wasn’t as young as them and multiple orgasms while nice, wore him out, especially when he had two devilishly sexy little monsters eager to please him. They’d probably have to talk about this , about their dynamic, about their change in physicality - but all of that could wait until tomorrow. He stood, bones popping, and cackled to himself as he took in the sight of the pizza slices he’d been eating previously smeared across the white cashmere like carpet, and smashed into the table top. Shaking his head fondly, he headed for the bathroom. Tomorrow was a new day, tonight it was Valentine’s Day and he wanted more of his little Nightmare and his Luchador. 

Keeping their relationship a secret absolutely sucked, but it had been the right decision, Rhea thought. The first time anyone saw them out as a trio (pictures of her and Dom, her and Buddy were pretty common), was Hall of Fame. The fact that they arrived together (even thought Buddy was a released WWE SuperStar), the fact that Buddy sat with Dom and Rhea, the fact that he was barely more than a half step away from either of them until of course the moment they had to walk out on Rey’s hall of fame speech , those were clocked by hell - everyone.

“So, you are living with them?” Angie’s voice was colored with confusion.

“Madre, you knew someday I was going to move out of our house.” He hummed, “So, yes I live with Dems and Matty.” He offered, “And I pretty much have since Christmas.” He admitted a little quietly, “Look, I know you think it’s weird, but trust me when I say Matty and Dems are exactly what I needed after Maria and I separated-”

Rey cleared his throat, “Dominik, the rumors fly around here…”

“I promise the rumors are wrong.” Dominik promised, “I liked you're speech, Jefe, a lot.” He moved to hug Rey, but the man stepped back eyeing him ruefully, “I know it doesn’t make the most sense, me crashing with them from the outside looking in-”

“I didn’t raise you to be Eddie.” Rey finally said, “He coveted what he couldn’t have too.” From their distance Buddy and Rhea watched as Rey glanced meaningfully past Dominik at Rhea, the boy turned his head to follow his father’s gaze. 

Dominik laughed loudly, “Jefe, I don’t covet anything.” Dom motioned them both over, so slowly Rhea and Buddy made their way, moving to stand on either side of him, Buddy’s arm going around his lower back while Rhea took his hand, “This isn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you this…” Dominik gazed around them, “But seeing as you are both here, and I don’t know when we will all be in the same place again, I’m not coveting anything, remember when we were doing the Mysterio/Messiah storyline?” Rey nodded, slowly, under his mask it was hard for the Austrailians to tell how he was reacting, “I was so mad about Aalyah, and you never asked why, it was because I was jealous .” Angie’s face turned from confusion to a blinding smile, Dominik leaned forward, focusing on his parents, “I was jealous of Aalyah, of her getting to kiss Matty.” Dominik motioned to the man next to him, “I’m bisexual.” He added when it looked like Rey wasn’t going to catch on.

“That’s fine, son, but that doesn’t explain… this.” Rey motioned to them all three.

Rhea laughed, a smile blooming on her face, Buddy flushed a deep red, “We are a couple.” Dominik deadpanned, “Like, I’m dating them both, and they are both dating me, and each other.” 

Angie looked between them, “Dominik… it’s not how we were raised, but-”

“But we are glad you are being honest with us.” Rey finished for his wife, then looked at Buddy, “Let us break the news to Aalyah, I’m not sure she will be prepared for you to attend family dinner this Sunday with us… but her new boyfriend is quite charming, here's to hoping he doesn’t remember you're storyline…” With that Rey kissed Dominik’s cheek, waved at the Austrailians, then took Angie’s hand after she hugged the trio, and led her away so they could greet more SuperStars.

“Can we get pizza now?” Dominik asked the pair on either side of him.

Rhea giggled, “We should take it to go.” 

“Hey, now, wait a moment.” Buddy huffed, “Every time we get pizza I never get to eat it-” That had the younger pair laughing loudly as Damian approached them looking confused, Vero and Finn following behind him. “Hey, how about we all go out to dinner together so I might actually get my pizza-”

“If you weren’t such a horny bastard man, you wouldn’t have this problem.” Damian teased, pulling Buddy in to ruffle his ginger hair, “Fergie, Vero you in?” The married couple nodded fondly, “Alright, I got the biggest rental, let's go - oh, and hey, my room has a hot tub!” 

…The End For Now

[rayshippouuchiha]

yo i'm seeing a lot of dishing about the purity culture of fandom and i absolutely agree

but i'd like to ask

do 'incest fic' count, i mean specifically i'm in the batfam fandom and if you try and write pairing with batman's adopted kids /former robins together everyone and their mother starts screaming at you both online and on ao3, and if you point out the lack of blood relation all you get it 'it's still incest oh my god you're a horrible person who doesn't believe in adopted sibling relationships' and like... i just wanna smush the two pretty vigilante characters together, it's very exhausting, and it also applies to discord, the fandom is very hardcore about policing this and like I get it to an extent because I've seen a lot of posts about how 'seeing batcest on my dash turns my stomach' 'having to scroll past bastcest on ao3 to get anything good is disturbing and disgusting' and tagging, is not enough for these people, i've seen some poor fools pointing out instances of real life adopted siblings who've ended up together due to the adoption being their parents decision ect and the vitriol that's met with is very aggressive, they basically just don't want it to exist and don't want people who ship it to feel safe talking about it out in the open on tumblr because it's weird and something to feel ashamed of that you shouldn't force 'normal people' to see.

And it's like, why do I have to be treated like a fucking leper in online spaces over a ship? It's literally scarlet letter shit where if someone posts something with nightwing x red hood art even if it's cute and utterly harmless like one of them blushing over a hot chocolate people will literally go into their mutuals askbox and 'warn' them that that person you reblogged from likes batcest. Legitimately. It's so toxic.

See, if you're tagging your ship correctly, if you're rating it correctly, if you're posting it in the appropriate places, if you are making it clear what it is that you've created so that others who don't want to interact with it can keep scrolling without clicking or can use their blacklist functions, then you're not doing anything wrong and your responsibility is pretty much over.

And that goes for any ship, any trope, and any fic in any fandom.

It does not matter.

No singular person or group of people has the right to police an entire fandom just because there's content being created that they don't personally like or agree with.

As long as those creators are keeping their content to the appropriate places (i.e. not posting explicit material in a general audience server or purposefully putting ship content under the wrong tag to force others to see it) then it's everyone else's responsibility to curate their own fandom experiences by using blacklists, mute functions, exclude filters, the block button, or just not clicking on content they know they don't like or agree with.

There are ships and tropes that turn my stomach. I don't want to see them, consume them, or even think about them because they squick me out.

And that's on me.

So I block, I blacklist, I mute, and I don't click.

Because the burden of responsibility for what I consume in fandom is on me.

Fandoms are like villages. Yeah, we're all living in close proximity but that doesn't give anyone else the right to come into my house uninvited and tell me they don't like my decor or that I can't cook this particular meal in my kitchen because they are allergic to it even though I never invited them to dinner.

So ignore the people who try and do that.

Tend your roses, fill your shelves, make your meals, and enjoy yourself instead.

[ilepigg]

Gabriel and Cupid!! more info under the cut

Gabriel

- LOVES!! Earth! Seriously!!! He even dyes his hair to be more like humans. He's sad that he doesn't understand youth slang very well, so he tries his best to catch up on the trends he's missed out on

- He's the most cheerful and kindest of the heaven family

- Gabriel's voice is Rockstar Cookie

- As a child, he felt left out because Michael and Lucifer had a deeper connection

- With his smile, he tries to avoid conflict. He feels bad when others raise their voices at him

- Has ADHD

- Favourite drink is an ice latte on almond milk with caramel syrup

- Loves kids, wanted to try being a childminder, but Cupid talked him out of it by reminding of the time he burned down the kitchen

- He doesn't really distinguish between animals and people, they're all cute to him

- Gives off hopecore vibes

- A lot of people think he's stupid, but he's not! His knowledge is greater than all other angels and humans

- He freezes in fear when he's reminded of Lucifer

- Listens to Spice Girls 24/7

- Adopted Cupid after she was punished

- Sleeps... with his eyes open... it looks super creepy, so Cupid gave him a sleeping mask

- His true form is scarier than Michael's

- Looks like a scary buff guy, but he's actually a sweetheart

- Maybe aroace?

AAAAND CUPID

- She sinned. She was supposed to be ‘deposed’ but Gabriel was able to keep it quiet, so she received the minimum punishment of having some of the grace taken away from her

- Aggressive and cute kitty

- She doesn't shoot love at people, she THROWS IT WITH RAGEEEE

- Blamed for your horrible crushes (she's too lazy to look up the compatibility)

- Cupid once shot an arrow at a poor knight. That arrow caused much trouble. This kind of love should not have existed. Because of this, she prays every day

- Her age in human terms is 17

- Gabriel taught her to love the Earth

- She's interested in different subcultures

- “First do, then think”

- All media depicting love make her happy

- Bullies Michael because he's a dinosaur

- It's hard for her to make new friends

- Builds up a tough girl image, but doesn't understand where her real self is

- Cupid's scared to sleep alone. Gabriel bought her a bunch of cuddly toys

- Cringes at the queerphobes... so she signed up for twitter (knocks everyone down in the arguments)

- When Gabriel can't see her, she locks herself in her room and cries because she dreams of the childhood she never had (after the 3rd generation, angels are born already formed, ‘robotic’, knowing their purpose in life)

- Enby lesbian

[thecrowperson]

Kaidou manga panels I SIKE!!

I don't really like this one. In fact I'm gonna go on a rant about it!: feat. Aiura, Kuboyasu, and Saiki

I also refuse to believe her, Kaidou. In fact, I would even go so far as to say she's wrong, or rather the narrative is wrong in making Kaidou's aura "chipmunk esque".

First off, let me just say that I love the running gag of a character being introduced that can see the guardian spirits/auras of characters, them getting Kaidou excited by telling him his is unusual, only to disappoint him by revealing that said spirit/aura is just lamer and weaker than normal. It's a perfect gag for his character and I love whenever it happens (read: it happens twice :/ ).

When Toritsuka was introduced, and subsequently revealed to Kaidou that his guardian spirit was not some cool formidable demon from the underworld, but instead a teeny little chihuahua, nothing I had ever seen in my entire life felt more right. Chihuahuas are small, unintimidating dogs that don't pose any sort of real threat... but boy do they sure act like it.

No reasonable human would be scared of a chihuahua being on their tail (pun intended). If a chihuahua was attacking you all you would have to do is pick it up or kick it away from you, which you shouldn't do because chihuahuas are ADORABLE and kicking dogs is a cardinal sin and you're a horrible person if you do it.

If I haven't said it already, chihuahuas are small and their diminutive size significantly hinders them from being strong opponents. But by god are they aggressive.

No matter how much bigger you are than a chihuahua, it will yip and growl at you. A chihuahua will go up to a dog 10x its size and demand to throw down without an ounce of hesitation. A chihuahua would bark at the sun, and would not stop barking until the sun submitted, or the chihuahua peed itself. Actually scratch that, a chihuahua would STILL continue to bark even louder if either of those things happened!

A chihuahua is an extremely fitting representation of Kaidou. Kaidou is short and weak, and probably doesn't stand a chance in fighting against most of the people he would encounter. But what he lacks in strength he more than makes up for in personality. Kaidou's personality is LOUD. He's one of those characters whose bark is far bigger than his bite (mostly because the bite is pretty much non existent but I digress).

Kaidou is aggressive in everything he does. Whenever he goes on one of his many many monologues, you can tell that he is putting in way more energy he should. Kaidou acts like he's hot shit, and even when it's proven time and time again that he isn't, he continues to persist in trying and failing to prove everyone who thinks differently wrong.

A small creature that makes up for its size and lack of physical ability with its large attitude and nonstop aggression. An absolute refusal to acknowledge its weakness and an unending desire to challenge the mountains that tower above them. A Chihuahua and Kaidou are one in the same.

They are perfect representations of each other. The choice to make Kaidou's guardian spirit a chihuahua was nothing short of a brilliant stroke of genius, hand delivered by god himself. Asou did a great job of keeping with the comedy of Kaidou getting only lame abilities, while also crafting the perfect embodiment of his character.

Now unfortunately, I simply cannot say the same about the disappointment that is "chipmunk aura". True, these panels continued the gag of Kaidou only getting small, cute animals specifically to piss him off, but it just doesn't do his character justice, far from it.

Chipmunks do have the teeny size that is commonly associated with Kaidou, but they lack the absolute domineering and erratic disposition that chihuahuas and Kaidou display every waking hour of their lives. Comparing Kaidou to a chipmunk works when considering only his appearance and relative strength but fails to acknowledge the absolute powerhouse that is his overbearing personality. My man is extra and over dramatic and a chipmunk doesn't convey that part of him effectively dammit!

Now the manga clarifies that Kaidou's aura is chipmunk like mostly in regards to its size. But even then I'm still not buying it. If we only look at Aiura's comment about auras being controlled by your strength then I could believe it being the size of a chipmunk. But she also says that they can be influenced by your emotions or personality, in which case the aura barely coming off his skin makes absolutely no sense.

But honestly, I'm not especially bothered by Kaidou's aura being small. I'm willing to say it; size doesn't matter. My main gripe is with his aura not portraying his character accurately. Aiura says that an aura's appearance is controlled by size, shape, and color, but based on the auras of other characters it's obviously more than just those factors.

Sure Kuboyasu's aura is large, shaped like spikes, and the color purple--fitting the size, shape, and color narrative--but Hairo's is literal fire and Saiko's is sparkling light similar to his father's appearance when wearing all his jewelry. Teruhashi gets angel wings with a few black feathers to showcase her perfection on the outside but hidden personality on the inside. Even Takahashi gets a green sludge aura, pretty off putting in appearance but generally unnoteworthy, just like Takahashi. Nendou even gets a large bright aura to show off his good natured attitude despite most of his peers thinking otherwise.

These characters all get very detailed auras that suit their personalities and roles in the narrative, but Kaidou doesn't get the same treatment. He gets stuck with the ill fitting chipmunk only for the sake of continuing a running gag.

If we take Kaidou's personality before the events of the manga, then a chipmunk aura would actually make sense. Before he adopted his Chuunibyou persona, he was definitely more shy and timid, a personality befitting of a chipmunk rather than a chihuahua. However his personality changed as time progressed, and it's been established that your aura changes alongside you, based on Aiura's comment about her mom.

We can even see this in action with someone changing their aura in canon. Suzumiya at first has a deadly and foreboding aura, but after her guardian spirit cleans up his act, it's a positive and bright green. Keep in mind that while her aura changes, her guardian spirit actually doesn't during this transformation. Suzumiya's guardian spirit shifts only slightly in appearance, but it's still the same person, while her aura does a complete 180.

Your aura changes with your personality, however your guardian spirit does not. If anything it would make more sense for Kaidou's aura to be more befitting for his personality than his guardian spirit. This is not the case however (but don't change his chihuahua spirit because it's perfect and I would die for it). A chihuahua fully encapsulates Kaidou's character while a chipmunk completely misses a key part of him.

You're probably wondering now; Well if a chipmunk doesn't fit Kaidou's aura, then what does? And if so, you had the exact same thought process as me. I'm glad that we're on the same page. We need to figure out what would be a more fitting aura for him.

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...And I've got nothing. Yeah I don't know. I started thinking about a better aura for Kaidou all the way back when I posted Toritsuka's introduction chapter (which I might add was a month and 9 days ago so I've had a lot of time) and I couldn't come up with anything. I have absolutely nothing to show for a potential aura for Kaidou that not only captures his personality while also continuing the gag of his guardian spirit/aura being lame and disappointing, but isn't just another chihuahua.

I'm disappointed that completely racking my brain led to no good ideas, but I will continue thinking on it and come back to this post if I think up something that works. In the meantime I'll continue my Kaidou posting and hopefully be able to eventually return with Kaidou's perfect aura.

Well there's the long ass rant I promised 264 posts ago.

Tldr: chihuahua good, chipmunk bad.

Thank you for listening to my bitching and have a nice day.

From: vol 16 ch 163

[rene-hl-trashcan]

The gremlins quirks and habits. I wanna know them on a more personal level so I wanna see their cute lil quirks

The Gremlins' Quirks and Habits

I don't think they're particularly quirky people but they do have some habits. Most are normal but some are....eccentric. 🤣🤣

Sylvan

He likes flavoured milk/sweet fruit juice and would get absolutely whiny and annoying (poor Sylvia RIP girl) if he doesn't get his fill of sugary drinks for breakfast. He also has a habit of carrying sweets/food everywhere because he gets hungry so easily. Sylvan has a serious case of lack of boundaries since he tends to live by the rule 'give affection first, ask permission later'. Chaste kisses, bear hugs, head pats, handholding, arm-cling (yes, doesn't matter if you're like, half his size, if he feels like it, he will cling to your arm and put as much of his weight on you as he thinks you can handle) and hair ruffles are his way of greeting 99% of the time. He will only show restraint if his (typically ignored) internal social alarm alerts him that a person is aversed to touch. He has a horrible, terrible, and utterly shameless habit of biting anyone he thought cute. Cute aggression is real with this boy. You could have a totally normal conversation and accidentally do something he thinks is cute and if it's too much cuteness for his non-existent social restraint to stop him, he will just randomly...chomp. None of that bruising marking bite tho (he reserved that for private requests only), but just a light nom. This boy is so oral-oriented.

Sylvia

Tea, and later as they grow older, alcoholic beverages. Sylvia has a habit of casually conjuring a cup/glass and proceeds to pour a cup/glass of her beverage of choice if she feels exasperated but knows that she couldn't nope her way outta there (98% of the time it's because of Sylvan's shenanigans lol). The world could be burning around her but she will still prioritise her drinks first. She stress-workouts. She needs physical activity to cope with stress and anxiety, and this includes the thought of having to socialise. Sylvia is extremely introverted when it comes to socialising. She could command, present, and debate with intimidating charisma but the moment she is asked to socialise in a casual setting, this girl needs her push-ups/laps/any physical activities (and drinks) first. Even then, she will still hide behind Sylvan/Mildred/Riz and avoid interactions at all costs. Has an endearing habit of puffing up her cheeks and scrunching up her face if she couldn't figure out something. She never realised it but every time she is stuck and can't solve/figure out something, she will do it and the next thing she knows her arm just got nommed by her brother; or she will get a random forehead kiss from Riz; or have her puffed cheeks being smooshed and smooched by Mildred. 🤣

Riz

Riz is a creature of routine and habit, and it's all for a good reason. Since he doesn't feel hunger pain, he charmed his pocket watch to vibrate every time he is supposed to eat and drink so that he doesn't forget to do so. However, he does have a habit of needing to have his coffee in the morning, his black tea any time after 3pm, and his chamomile tea/warm milk with honey before attempting to sleep. Among the squad, he might be the best at self-care. Of course, there's the routine self-check for injuries and healing procedure he conducts every time he gets to a safe place after a fight or when he gets home after spending time outside, but he also has other self-care habits that he indulges in. He likes scented things and that transfers to his habit of lathering his hands in lotion almost hourly, adding fragrances to his daily evening bath, and his need for lighting scented candles before he attempts to sleep. Also, around the squad, Riz has an automated habit of giving forehead kisses if he thinks they're acting cute. Since the gremlins have established their boundaries with each other early on, Riz is comfortable approaching them, gently tilting their chin with his hand and giving them a forehead kiss (and a soft 'thank you' for making him smile).

Mildred

Mildred needs her milk tea every morning. She also doesn't like breakfast because she feels the urge to throw up if she eats a full breakfast early in the morning, so she will pack her breakfast and snack on it at smaller time intervals throughout the morning. At Hogwarts, this is right in between classes, and for smaller food items, she would sneakily eat them in class. At home, she would spend at least 15 minutes before starting her day talking to her horse (Orion). While at Hogwarts, she does this with Hazel the Unicorn. If she's in any situation where she can't have Orion/Hazel to talk to, she will resort to her plushies to talk to. She also has the habit of conjuring her plushies and squeezing them whenever she gets nervous or needs a courage boost. Mildred is so attached to her plushies that she makes a plushie resembling everyone she has come to love in her life (yes, she has plushies of the squad.) Similar to Sylvan, she also has an outwardly affectionate habit she practices with everyone she likes. Mildred will smoosh and smooch. If she feels someone in this circle is acting cute, she will giggle and proceed to squish their cheeks in her palm before proceeding to kiss each of their smooshed cheeks (Permanent victim: Sylvan; Favourite victims: Sylvia and Ominis; 'Golden Pokemon victim': Riz 🤣)