#i just love her so much and it was so fun to see things through her eyes for a while

[softlymaximoff]

Bite Me, I Dare You

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Summary: after being a brat all day, Wanda and Nat decide to see how long you realise you’ve stepped right through Hell’s doorstep with a shit eating grin. Natasha always loved seeing this side of you come out to play but Wanda was much less forgiving.

Characters: Mommy!Wanda, Daddy!Nat x brat!fem!reader

Warnings: Mommy kink (Wanda), Daddy kink (Nat), mean!domme Wanda, softer!domme Nat, edging, orgasm denial, restraints, spanking, humiliation and degradation (kinda?), strap warming, cunnilingus, fingering, strap-on, oral fixations, mentions of gagging, breath play, after care, safe word check ins. If I have missed anything else lmk xx

Word Count: 3.7k words

Your task was simple. Wait for one of your Dommes to come home from a mission debrief and don’t get into trouble. You had been keeping busy all afternoon, you baked a cake, lit up a few candles and against one of your Dominant’s wishes, attempted to clean out the garage that Nat had said to leave alone. Did you listen? No. There was a reason Natasha had told you to leave the garage alone for weeks now, for months you’d been begging for her to take you out again on a ride on her bike. She was always busy and Wanda didn’t know how to use the motorbike so your patience was wearing increasingly thin as the months flew by, the bike untouched by the three of you.

Until today.

Your hand traced the black paint on the Ducati Panigale V4 and you huffed into the empty room. Natasha had promised to take you out this week and considering it was Thursday, you weren’t counting on her promise. An idea popped into your head and your sour mood instantly shifted into a sly but determined one. Hoisting one leg up and over the middle seat, your breath hitched as the bike was just too high for both of your legs to reach the ground. With a furrow of your brows, you positioned yourself very carefully so you were sitting square in the middle of the seat and pulled your phone out, snapping a photo from above.

“Wishing it was you instead Daddy”

You grinned as you hit send, actually quite proud of the stunt you pulled. One hand was resting on the seat just in front of your body and the phone was angled in a way where Natasha could see the cusp your bra peaking out of your tank top. The hard part was getting off this thing, Natasha always made it look so effortless but you had the coordination of a baby deer and the sheer size of the sports bike made it extremely hard to not throw you off balance. It took a whole ten concentrated minutes for you to shimmy off the bike, shin accidentally scraping the kickstand and you let out an unamused grumble. Damn your slightly taller girlfriend and her ridiculously high bike.

Your phone buzzed in your hands and you had to bite back a groan at the message. You had Natasha right where you wanted her. Plus this game was way more fun when you just knew Natasha would give in more than Wanda.

“And just what do you think you’re doing kotenok? Didn’t Daddy ever teach you not to play with her toys?”

Just like that, a smirk made its way across your face and you giggled. To your surprise, she didn’t follow up with another text. Usually, when you’re in one of these moods, your Dominant’s would give you a little bit of redirection. A gentle command to cease your growing brattiness but the text never came. Grumbling again, you took it as an opportunity to dig yourself an even deeper hole.

“Daddy lets me play with Mommy though? Does that mean Mommy is Daddy’s toy too?”

This time, almost instantly you got a response.

“Watch it zaya, keep mouthing off like that and I’ll show Mommy. You know how she is with that mouth of yours”

The mischief behind your eyes never left as you waltzed into your shared room, ferreting through the closet to find a matching custom set of red lace panties and a bra. You stripped yourself bare and dressed yourself in the lingerie, eyes shining in awe at the way the small crown dangled in the middle of your sternum and the widow hourglass charms rested on each sides of your hips.

“Oh I know, she lets me fuck her with it, even said it was the best mouth her pussy ever felt”

You never normally used such language, but you were only repeating what Wanda had said! The panic you felt when Natasha sent a selfie of herself and Wanda, seemingly walking out of the conference room made your heart stutter in anticipation.

“Mommy said she’s not impressed dorogaya”

Quickly scrambling to pose in front of the floor length mirror, kneeling and pouting you took your own selfie and sent it with a follow up text.

“How about now? Also, why do the two of you have to go to debriefs together anyway? It’s not like we don’t live together or anything 🙄”

Another text, this time you knew it was Wanda typing and not Nat.

“Don’t push it any further puppy girl. Quit being a brat and pull your act together, you’re lucky Mommy’s in a slightly good mood tonight”

A low whine left your throat as you slumped down on the bed, rolling your eyes at the way Wanda wasn’t being any fun. You lay there for all of fifteen minutes, doom scrolling on some social app before you hear the keys jangle from the other side of the house. A giddy smile adorned your lips as you raced through the house ready to greet them, Wandas stern look slightly lessening as she saw your attire and Natashas infamous smirk growing.

“Hi trouble” Natasha spoke teasingly as she leaned in for a kiss, wrapping a hand gently at the base of your throat and deepening the kiss. A small whine echoed around the room and Natasha had to refrain from going further, remembering the conversation she and Wanda had on the way over. “Shh milaya, not yet” she pulled back and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as you pouted. “What am I, chopped liver?” Wanda’s voice was light but still had a certain edge to it as she crossed her arms and looked at you expectantly.

“Hi Mommy” you rolled your eyes and went in for a kiss but squeaked when she snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin. “Wanna try that again kotenok?” Her eyes narrowed when you huffed. Her fingers gripped your chin gently and she tilted her head, daring you to pull another stunt. “Hi Mommy” you tried again, a little softer as your face flushed at the reprimand and she smirked.

“Hi my little brat” she ran her thumb over your lips, humming when you obeyed her silent command and your breath hitched as she pressed down on your tongue slightly. “You have no idea how much this tongue of yours gets you in trouble detka” she pulled her fingers away, wiping them down on her jeans. “Also makes you cum, a lot” you snickered, pressing their buttons further. This time both of their eyes darkened and you gulped.

“Upstairs now. Knelt and hands behind your back” Wanda growled gently at you, Natasha dropping their files from debrief onto the kitchen table. You didn’t have any time to argue as Wanda snapped the waistband of your panties against your hips and sent you off with a light pinch to the thigh. You scrambled to the master bedroom and followed instructions for the first time that night.

Your knees hit the floor gently and you got yourself into position, your whole body buzzing with need and desperation. Tonight could go two ways, they would either edge you until you’re a mess or they’d completely ruin you. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind either. You could hear their voices murmuring softly in the common area and you had to bite back a whine. Patience was never your strong suit and they both knew that.

The second you heard footsteps coming through the hallway your eyes lit up. If you had a tail it would be wagging. The two Avengers stopped at the doorframe just taking you all in. “Who knew you could listen so well zaya” Wanda cooed as she crouched down and held a firm hand under your chin forcing your eyes to meet hers. “Shame you’re such a brat when you want to be though” she sighed in fake annoyance as she let go and walked over to her walk-in wardrobe.

“Natalia can you get her ready please” Wandas voice was smooth and controlled which fuelled your need to feel something, anything even more. Your eyes were trained on the Russian as she sauntered over to you, holding out a dark red silk ribbon and you subconsciously tried to squeeze your legs together. “Ah uh, spread them malysh” she murmured and nudged your knees apart gently with her combat boots.

“Hands out sweets” she ordered softly and you complied with a dopey smile. She rolled her eyes amusedly at your easy compliance, crouching to your level and tying your hands together in a pretty but secure bow. “Our little toy” she murmured and you held back a groan as her fingers deftly traced over your nipples. “So sensitive and so precious” she cooed teasingly. “Daddy please” you pouted and arched your back for effect but she just held your chin firmly. “Settle down” she spoke lowly and you sighed, not at all liking this situation you put yourself in. Natasha shimmied out of her clothes until she was on full display and you reached for her but she caught your hands and shook her head.

“Keep the attitude up kotenok and you wont be getting off for a week” Wandas sharp voice rang throughout the room and you grumbled. “You know, Mommy was going to let you eat her out tonight but I think Daddy will have to do it instead?” Wanda returned with a vibrator, handcuffs and a red strap snug around her hips. “No Mommy please! I wanna do it!” You sounded desperate but you didn’t care. “Talia help her get on the bed” Wanda ignored your whine and Natasha quite literally picked you up and threw you on the bed like a rag-doll.

“Arms up my love” Natasha wrapped her hands around your tied wrists and made quick work tying them to the headboard. Once she made sure they were well and truly secure, she trailed her fingers across your body. Hovering over each nipple before giving them a gentle kiss, your back arching in response. “Our sensitive little bunny” she whispered as she kissed just under your ear and sucked over your sweet spot.

“Don’t be so soft Natalia” Wanda rolled her eyes as she made her way over to you, pressing a perfectly manicured finger against your clit. Your hips bucked involuntary and she smacked the inside of your thigh, “Stay still” her eyes locked onto yours and you nodded slowly. “Colour?” She murmured softly, the contrast in her tone shocking you slightly but also making your heart swell. “Green Mommy” you replied meekly and she praised you with a kiss to your tummy.

“Now, I think it’s time for someone to learn her patience while Daddy gets you all nice and wet for Mommy” Wanda pulled her hands away as Natasha slid down your body so her face was inches away from your core. Her head resting on your inner thigh and her lips pressing feather light kisses along your skin. You had the prefect view, Natasha’s head between your thighs, her back arching perfectly ready for what ever Wanda had planned.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck Daddy and you’ll only cum when she does okay?” Wanda positioned herself behind Natasha and swiped her fingers through her girlfriend’s folds, the Russian stuttering forward into your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched as Natasha placed a chaste kiss over the top of your panties and you fought the urge to whine. “Fuck Tash, you’re so wet” Wanda groaned as she toyed with the spy, adding two fingers into her dripping entrance.

“Daddy please” you rolled your hips to chase her lips and whined when she shot you a warning glare. “You’re lucky Wanda hasn’t gagged you yet” she warned as she rocked her hips against Wanda’s fingers, moaning out Russian curses. The anticipation and tension was absolutely killing you. A soft gasp escaped your lips as Natasha got a hold of herself and moved your panties to the side, swiping her tongue through your folds. “I’ll never get over how sweet you taste malysh” Natasha hummed against your clit and you tugged on your restraints wanting to pull her closer.

“Needy girl” she chuckled darkly and slowly entered a finger, her lips never leaving their place on your clit. Her tongue circled your bundle of nerves lazily and your body was taught. Wanda lined her strap up with Natashas entrance and with a gentle kiss on the small of the Russian’s back, she pushed the dark red strap in. A few more controlled thrusts and Wanda was buried inside Natasha to the hilt.

A raspy moan rippled through the room and Natasha subconsciously sucked harder on your clit making you squeeze your legs tighter around her head. Wanda who was watching the whole scene smirked at her two girls falling apart. “God you two look beautiful” she grinned and wrapped a hand around Natasha’s throat, pulling her face away from your pussy slightly. “Give her hell Talia, god knows how she needs to be taught a lesson” Wanda bent down as she whispered in Natasha’s ear, the Russian groaning at the new angle.

Natasha grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting aside and turned it on a low setting, the quiet hum of the toy signalling that you had no way out of this torture. She smirked as she caught your eyes haze over and the furrow in your brow, clearly concentrating on not cumming until they gave you the ‘okay’. The second it touched your clit you were a whining mess. Natasha’s fingers still lazing pumping in and out of you as Wanda was fucking into her from behind.

“How many times can Daddy edge her little brat” Natasha chuckled as she amped up the intensity and you strangled out a moan. Natasha’s cocky tone was replaced with a hiss as Wanda spanked her once firmly and growled “Our brat”. Natasha rolled her eyes but corrected herself and was rewarded with a thumb pressing firmly against her clit. The familiar coil in your tummy was extremely obvious as your body tensed, your breathing coming in shallow pants and your legs were tensing. “Hold it baby girl” Natasha ordered and you whined, knowing just how cruel she can be when Wanda was behind her.

“Please Daddy, need- need to cum” you whimpered and pulled harder at your wrists only for her to stop the vibrations and pull away completely, her own orgasm coming at her full force as Wanda pinched her clit and stilled her hips. “NO!” You cried out, thrashing your legs to bring her back but Wanda was quick to send a sharp spank to your inner thigh that Natasha’s face wasn’t resting on. “Keep it up and you’ll be gagged” she narrowed her eyes at your scowl and you closed your eyes tightly trying to control your own ruined orgasm.

“Daddy did so well taking all of Mommy in don’t you think zaya?” Wanda kissed up the back of Natasha’s thighs, licking a lazy stripe across her folds where her strap was just moments before. Another needy, desperate whine slipped out of your lips and Wanda knew you were on the verge of completely spacing out. “Colour malysh” she moved Natasha off your thigh and the Russian shakily crawled up to your side. “Green but wanna feel you” you mumbled tearily and looked up at your tied wrists in defeat.

“Should have thought about that before mouthing off earlier kotenok” Wanda chuckled as she knelt in front of you and took off your panties with ease, the fabric sticking to your centre. “Oh hon, look how messy you are” she feigned innocence as she ran a single finger through your pussy, the mix between Natasha’s spit and your cum coating her fingers beautifully. “Mommy please” you tried again, hoping she’d just give in just this once.

“Sweetheart, I’m not kidding when i say I’ll gag you. Keep that mouth of yours shut unless you need to safeword or moaning our names” Wanda once again snapped her eyes up to you and hummed in satisfaction when you simmered down. Natasha ran her fingers around your nipples, every so often giving them a small pinch or rolling them between her pointer finger and thumb. Without warning, Wanda lined the tip of her strap to your entrance and your hips instinctively bucked into her. She gave a few slow circles on your clit with her thumb and soon enough, she’d bottomed out inside you.

She gave you time to adjust, her shallow thrusts giving you a hint of pleasure but not enough to send you over the edge, She rolled her eyes though when you tried to match her pace and she wrapped both hands around your hips, pressing them down into the mattress. “Have some patience puppy girl” she growled and Natasha set a hand on your throat, not applying pressure but grounding you. “Listen to Mommy zaya” she whispered and brought her free hand to her own pussy, gathering her slick bringing them to your lips just resting them there. A silent command which you happily obliged to.

“Look at you, this is all you needed hmm? A little edge, a little restriction, and a goddamn gag” Wanda chuckled lowly and picked up her pace, grabbing the vibrator and pressing it to your clit. The moan you muffled around Natasha’s fingers must have done something to the two of them as they gave each other a look and soon enough, the vibrator was on the highest setting, Natasha’s hand now had a little pressure and Wanda was quite literally rutting into you.

Your tummy was tightening, your legs were tensing and your eyes screwed shut. “Our brat gonna cum? Our sweet little devil wants her reward?” Wanda mocked and slowed her thrusts, the vibrator lessening its setting and your eyes flew open, biting Natasha’s fingers gently to get them out of your mouth. She knew you didn’t mean anything by it you just needed to communicate. “Mommy! Mommy please please I promise- I’ll be good- please Mommy” you struggled to convince her, Natasha’s hand letting go of your throat and untying your wrists. The minute your wrists were free you were wrangling for Wanda but Natasha brought your hands to her chest.

“Not tonight” Wanda pulled the vibrator away completely but kept her strap in, your hips twitching in anticipation. “You don’t get to cum tonight” she leaned down and whispered, giving a few more shallow thrusts, blatantly ignoring your whining and huffing. Natasha kissed your temple as you controlled your breathing from yet another ruined orgasm and Wanda kept thrusting lazily into you. After a few more agonising minutes of accepting your fate Wanda went to pull out for good but your hand shot out to her.

“Stay” you whimpered and attempted to pull her closer. You needed her. “Colour” she demanded softly and you whined not wanting to talk but instead of punishing you any further (Both avengers knew you were on the verge of being in that haze) Natasha tapped your cheek a few times. “Tap it out baby girl” she reminded you and your fingers wrapped around Wanda’s wrists, your pointer finger tapping the inside of her wrist once. The pair gave each other a once over and Wanda carefully flipped the two of you over so you were laying on top of her. Strap still buried deep inside you.

The new position making you groan and you sighed as you felt Wanda trail her fingers down your back lightly. “Tasha go get cleaned up and bring us some water” Wanda murmured in the stillness of the room and she rolled her eyes when Natasha bent down to kiss the top of your head before leaving the room. “Learned your lesson yet zaya?” Wanda traced patterns down your spine and you resisted the urge to roll your hips into her.

“You were extra mean today” you whined into the crook of her neck and let out a small squeak as she moved your hips further down onto her strap for a brief second. “You were extra mouthy detka” she raised an eyebrow as your lips met the base of her neck, sucking gently in retaliation. “I wouldn’t start a fight you can’t win sweetheart, Mommy’s still not over your little quips” she smoothed down your baby hairs and you felt your whole body relax.

It was nice, it was peaceful, it was safe. “I missed you” you whispered out into the room, not minding how upset you sounded. You heard her sigh and felt a kiss to the top of your head. “I know dorogaya. I’m sorry we were at the briefing for so long” her voice was equally as sad and in this moment you knew you were both feeling the same. Wanda just knew how to mask it better. “I promise tomorrow I’ll be good” you smirked against her skin and jolted when she poked your side.

“You’re always good for us my love. Always” she lifted your chin away from the safe place in her neck and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t heated it was just real. “If you can handle strap warming me all night without cumming I’ll wake you up tomorrow with you seeing stars” she promised and you bit your lip knowing it’s a promise she’ll keep. “Just don’t tease me all night and I’ll accept the challenge” you giggled as she hummed amusedly. “We’ll see”

The next morning, true to her word, Wanda had you moaning her name and gripping the sheets just minutes before you opened your eyes. Maybe just maybe, you’d learn that patience is key and leads to much more fun orgasms. Especially when they both decide to spoil their brat for being their good little toy.

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────── ⋆⋅☆ DAD!DEAN HEADCANONS

⭑.ᐟso.. Dean as a dad? Wanted to post something cute before I start my new job tomorrow in case I can’t post as much this week🤭 please interact and send requests if u have any<3

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⭑.ᐟ dean’s never valued sleep much until he became a dad. The nightmares aren’t gone-not really. But now he actually enjoys sleeping. The nightmares don’t matter so much knowing what he’ll wake up to. Joy, happiness, safety and love. So much of it.

⭑.ᐟhe’s never craved your touch as much as he does now. He doesn’t know why- or when the switch happened exactly but seeing you as a mom is the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed. The way you’re with the baby, the way you’re with him. You’re more grounded, happier, you actually glow and he’s obsessed. He won’t go one day without touching you in some type of way, sexually or not. He just needs to touch you.

⭑.ᐟuntil you came along, but mostly since the little one’s arrived, Dean didn’t think he deserved happiness, or safety. He thought he’d never get away from that life that reeked of danger, old motel rooms, or even the bunker. But now? He cherishes it with everything he has. He’s never been more grateful, and now he knows he actually deserves it. He knows he got out and he’ll never step a foot back in it because he has two people to protect now.

⭑.ᐟhe’s worried 24/7 though. Whenever the baby cries, which thankfully isn’t that much because it’s a great baby- he worries. Every cry, every whimper or sound that doesn’t feel right- he’s right by the baby’s side, examining it. You tell him to stop worrying so much. You tell him that your baby will be okay because it has him to protect both you and him/her.

⭑.ᐟhe starts chilling a bit more as your kid grows older. And oh my god your genes didn’t even try. It’s just Dean. The way he/she talks, walks, the music taste, movie taste. It’s all him. You’re okay with that though, because you couldn’t love Dean more- and now you basically have another one.

⭑.ᐟI think he’s such a girl dad. He obviously would LOVE a son, but a daughter? Yeah he’s so incredible. He’s even more protective with her, and he worries too much, but he knows she’ll be alright because she has both you and him.

⭑.ᐟfor you, dean’s never been hotter. The way he holds himself now, the way he smiles- genuinely and not like he feels that he has to. The way his laugh sounds even better now, because he actually does enjoy laughing now, he doesn’t have any of that weight holding him down anymore. He’s free, lighter, happier.

⭑.ᐟhe fully cries sometimes because he can’t believe how lucky he is. You could be feeding the baby breakfast and he’d have a full mental breakdown over it because he’s just so happy and he can’t believe any of it is real. Like it’s a dream he’s gonna wake up from and he’ll be back in the bunker chasing demons and shadows.

⭑.ᐟhe loves late night stories, where you both lay in bed with your kid,taking turns telling the story to him/her. It’s fun, and you’re all together, silence surrounds you, it’s freeing, and it’s just so beautiful.

⭑.ᐟhe swears he didn’t know he had so much love in him. The way he loves you- the way he loves this kid- his heart could burst it’s so crazy to him. Like his heart is full of love and he never thought that’d be possible.

⭑.ᐟhe doesn’t mind being vulnerable anymore. When he needs to talk, to say something, to let everything out, you let him. You let him cry, you let him lash out, you let him talk. You know a part of him misses it, mostly because he feels guilty that he can’t help people anymore and because he was conditioned to feel that way by his father. You try telling him that he never belonged in that life in the first place because his father had no business training and raising him as a soldier. He should’ve been a normal kid/teenager. And then he promises himself to never give that life to his child. To be there through everything. To accept them no matter what they choose to do with their life. To be the father John never was to him.

⭑.ᐟhe still has a bad habit of self destructing though. Not often- but sometimes he’ll wake up and hate what he wakes up to because he doesn’t understand why him. Why he deserves this- it’s like an impostor syndrome. He feels like a monster, his demons still follow him although he tries to swallow them down for you. You’re not stupid though. You see it- you try to help. You know that whatever you do it’ll happen again, one day every couple of months where it’ll be bad- but all the other days are so wonderful you figure he needs that one day where he hates everything and everyone- including himself.

⭑.ᐟthe day you give birth…. Dean’s never cried like that. He hates seeing you hurt- no matter what it is. But the moment he lays eyes on your baby, on you cradling him/her, his life doesn’t matter so much anymore. He’ll give that kid the best chance as a great life because he never had that. And god help him If he dares repeating the cycle.

⭑.ᐟhe’ll never dare going one single day without telling you he loves you. Without thanking you for giving him the most incredible kid, and for being his rock. He holds you, he loves you so strongly. He always has- but it’s different now because you’re not the only one he loves.

⭑.ᐟlastly… yes the sex has always been mind blowing, it’s Dean Winchester dammit. BUT! He worships you even more now. The way he’s obsessed with your body, with touching you everywhere. It’s just so crazy. You’re obsessed with each other and the sex has never been this good.

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[jnhuius]

NIGHT OF SECRECY

pairing. joshua hong x afab!14th member!reader

genre. nsfw / smut

wc. 1,926

content warnings / tags. one scene is inspired by this joshua drabble !! (original author is wonwootattoo), porn with a little bit of plot, let's pretend all of the members still share one dorm, secret relationship, kissing (a lot of it), nicknames (my love, baby, good girl), passing mention of marking/hickeys, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex (pls wrap it b4 u tap it!), rough sex, p in v, he comes inside, i hate the ending :(

author's note. ❗please reblog ❗ what do i do instead of sleeping? write a smut fic for mr. hong... i fear i've been obsessed with 14th member fics so forgive me for this self indulgent fic... i love joshua and i needed to write him in one way or another 🙏🏻 ALSO THE LACK OF NEW JOSHUA FICS IS INSANE 💔 anyway hope y'all enjoy this

“Hey, Y/N, want to join us? We're going out,” Jeonghan asked.

You shook your head, lounging on the couch as you scrolled through your phone.

“I'm not in the mood to go out today, but have fun and stay safe. Just bring me home some food.”

The members all called out a collective “yes” as they left one by one.

You glanced out the window. The sun was setting, and it was obvious they were heading somewhere to drink until late. You didn’t want to be the one puking her guts out until tomorrow.

You sighed just as Joshua stepped out of his room. You perked up, sitting up with a smile. He approached slowly and placed a gentle hand on your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“Are you going with them?” you asked.

He nodded. “Mhm. I promise I won’t drink too much. Hopefully, they don’t force me to go all out,” he chuckled.

You smiled, nodding in agreement. He leaned down, kissing you softly, the gesture sweet and familiar.

“Stay safe. I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed, deepening the kiss just a little.

“I love you. I’ll be back soon,” he said, pulling away to press a kiss to your forehead before straightening up.

You waved goodbye as he headed to the door, pretending to walk slowly and sadly. You giggled, playing along with the act until he stepped out and shut the door behind him.

You smiled as you laid back on the couch. Your relationship with him was a big gamble—being the youngest and the only woman in the group, and dating the third eldest member.

You’d been together for five months now. You both agreed to keep it a secret at first—to see how things would go. You didn’t want your relationship to affect the group dynamics in case it didn’t work out. Eventually, you planned to tell the others… just not yet.

After a few hours of doom scrolling on your phone, you saw it was already 8 p.m. With nothing else to do and feeling tired, you decided to just sleep.

You went into Joshua’s room and stole one of his hoodies before returning to yours. After washing up, you slipped it on—wearing only your underwear underneath—and crawled into bed.

Living with thirteen men usually meant wearing pajamas or shorts just in case, but tonight they were likely too drunk to remember you existed, let alone stumble into your room.

You yawned, enjoying the softness of the comforter against your skin. Wonwoo was probably jealous—you were always the one left alone while they dragged him out.

Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes and slowly drifted off.

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Joshua groaned, rubbing his forehead as he entered the dorm. He had barely managed to escape the clutches of the drunk members who wouldn’t let him leave.

Before, he used to stay out with them until they all decided to head home together. But now, with you in his life, he always wanted to return earlier—to spend those quiet, precious moments with you without having to pretend you were just another bandmate.

He sighed, walking toward your room first. He peeked inside, the space dim aside from the soft glow of your Kuromi nightlight—the one he’d given you for your birthday.

You were fast asleep. Of course you were—it was already past 11 p.m.

He tiptoed in, gently pulling the blanket down from your face just enough to place a kiss on your forehead. Then he stood back up and quietly left to shower. You’d always told him not to lie on your bed with “outside clothes,” and he respected that.

After showering, he put on a white tank top and a pair of black shorts. He towel-dried his hair quickly, unable to keep himself from going right back to your room. He stepped in and locked the door behind him.

Joshua padded over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Carefully pulling the blanket down again, he found you curled around Shuasumi—his miniteen plushie.

He almost laughed, biting back the urge to pinch your cheeks from how cute you looked. Slowly, he pried the deer plushie from your arms and tossed it to the corner of the room.

You stirred, groaning as you slowly woke to the feeling of familiar hands gently guiding your body onto your back.

“Joshi?” you murmured, voice thick with sleep as you rubbed your eyes and stretched your legs beneath the blanket.

“Hi, my love,” your boyfriend answered, a dazzling smile lighting up his face.

With one knee on the mattress, Joshua leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss, his hand gently gripping your chin as he tried to deepen it without hesitation.

You whined, pushing at his chest.

“Where’s my Shuasumi plush?”

Joshua blinked, taken aback for a second before resting his forehead against yours, a breathy laugh escaping him.

“I’m trying to kiss my girlfriend, and you're thinking about a miniteen plushie?”

“Where’d you throw him?” you pouted, sitting up with sleepy annoyance.

“You don’t need him. You have me. I’m home now,” he chuckled, gently guiding you back down onto the bed as he hovered over you.

His hand tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit harshly to angle your face so he could kiss you properly—but not with innocent intentions anymore.

You moaned as you felt his hips move against yours, causing him to push his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongues moved against each other as he gripped your waist, grinding his bulge against your core.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips as he kissed down your jaw.

“Where’s the other members?” You whimpered, feeling him suck behind your ear, a sensitive zone that he discovered a few months ago.

“Still out. Don't worry, we'll be done by the time they get back,” he now fully pulled off the covers, spreading your legs even further. You felt his hand slide down in between your thighs, a gasp leaving your lips as his thumb came into contact with your covered clit.

“Ah—Shua,” you whimpered, feeling him put pressure as he rubbed circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip as you felt one hand pull the fabric of your panties to the side while the other was in his mouth to lubricate it using his saliva before rubbing it on your slit.

Your clit was in between his index and middle finger as he rubbed your slit, making you even more wet and arch your back. You felt a finger teasing your entrance before gently pushing in, eliciting a gasp from you. He was being gentle, knowing how big his hands are.

“Joshua, fuck—” you dug your fingernails on his arm as you felt him insert another finger inside, slowly starting to thrust it in and out.

“I can feel you tightening around me. Are you this turned on just by fingers already?” He breathlessly chuckled. He continued to move his fingers before circling your clit using his thumb.

“Come on, I need you to cum before I enter you,” he moved his fingers a bit faster and you swore you saw stars as you came undone around him. Your thighs shook, his name being the only thing you were saying as he let you ride out your climax. He continued to thrust his fingers inside you, before pulling out and licking it clean.

“You're a pervert, you know that?” You said, laying on the bed limply.

He chuckled. “Woozi isn't against my gentleman agenda for no reason, sweetheart.”

He leaned down, kissing you deeply while his hands slid down to the hem of your hoodie to pull it off of your body. He kissed your shoulder, before sliding down to your chest. He kissed the valley of your breasts before his hands grabbed one of your boobs, fondling it gently as you moaned.

His thumb then finds your hardened nipple, instinctively rolling over them immediately. You bit your lip as he pulled away, leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth. You whimpered, feeling his tongue tease your nipple, licking circles before sucking on it.

He did the same to the other one, not stopping for a few minutes before pulling away. He took off his tank top, pulling down his shorts to free his erection while his hand also pulled down your panties. His cock stood proudly against your stomach. It's been inside of you a few times now, but it was still scary.

He rubbed the tip against your clit, letting it get wet from your release. He lined it up with your entrance before slowly and gently pushing inside of you. He moaned as he was sheathed inside of you.

“Oh… good girl, you're taking me in so well,” he gasped, pulling out and gently thrusting back in. You could feel every vein on his length, and it wasn't helping your sensitivity.

“Joshua, holy fuck—” He covered your mouth, leaning down to line up his mouth to your ear.

“Shhh, the members might come home at any second. Keep quiet for me, alright?” He began to thrust a lot more harsher, the bed slightly creaking from the movement. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his tip hit the sensitive spot inside of you. You moaned loudly against Joshua's palm.

“I found it already?” He chuckled before thrusting to hit the same spot over and over again. Your toes curled as one of his hands raised your leg on his shoulders, letting him angle his hips to reach much deeper inside you.

Slowly, his pace was slowly starting to get more fast, rough and erratic. After a few seconds, he was basically fucking you like an animal in heat with how fast he was pounding inside of you.

“Shua—I’m close,” you whimpered.

He nodded, kissing your jaw, “Me too, baby, me too.”

He pulled his hand away from your mouth, his hands spreading your legs even further as he thrusted hard and rough inside of you. You used your hand to muffle your moans, tears pricking your eyes at how good it felt.

“Please, don't stop, only a bit more—” You cried out before coming undone around him for the second time, crying out his name like it was a prayer.

Joshua followed, moaning against your ear as he emptied himself inside you. He rode out his orgasm, thrusting it and out for a bit before pulling out. His release dripped out of your entrance as you laid limp on your bed.

“I'll clean us up, hold on,” Joshua said, out of breath as he stood up to go to your bathroom. He returned clothed, with a towel in his hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed, cleaning you up as he helped you put your clothes back on.

“I have to leave now. The other members might see us,” he said gently, contrasting how he was acting a few minutes ago.

“...Alright,” you nodded. He leaned down, kissing your face. You sighed, relishing his affection before he pulled away.

“I love you, good night,” he returned Shuasumi to you suddenly, you didn't even notice where he pulled him from.

You giggled, “I love you, good night as well,” he kissed you one last time before leaving you alone in your room to actually sleep.

You were excited to tell the members about the two of you soon.

[riverbends]

someone on twt mentioned samira roping jack into doing skincare with her and now i can't stop thinking abt jack oiling her hair GET ME OUT OF HEREEEE

i might actually pass out. maybe some time after dinner, she's cross-legged on the floor while he sits on the edge of the couch behind her with his knees caging her in, and she's talking him through the whole process. he is listening so closely too. a bit nervous because he's not sure if he can do this as well as her amma. he has a little too much fun trying to detangle and section off her hair, just narrowly missing her swats and pinches of annoyance. likes it when she gets snappy. but now he’s probably worried about using too much pressure on her scalp so she has to guide his hands with hers, letting her elbows rest atop his knees as he leans forward. she tells him not to worry about doing too much because nobody holds as much force in their hands as her beloved amma.

he's not saying a lot at first because he's so caught up in the intimacy of her hands guiding his oil-slicked fingers through her hair. this is gentle. this is warm.

when he finds a good rhythm, samira slowly takes her hands back and lets him do his thing (even though he's still soft on her scalp. but she finds his concern too endearing to correct him anyway). she tells him all about the ayurvedic tradition of hair oiling and scalp massaging and how south asian women have passed it down for thousands of years, making it a bonding ritual between women in their families. and, of course, the scientific jargon and health benefits that come with it. she lists different types of oils before talking about her favourite. he's absorbing every. single. word. locking them away in the SAMIRA MOHAN file cabinet that's situated in a special corner of his conscience.

he's convinced he could do this for her every week. if she lets him (she'll have to emphasise that it is totally okay to use more force on her scalp—amma raised her for this).

i reckon he does eventually get the pressure right. sort of. still afraid of hurting her scalp. but she still doesn't mind because the image of him taking care of her like this means everything to her. he is trying his best every week now, leaning forward with a bad back to arrange her hair before rubbing oil into her roots with different rhythms and pressures for a good ten minutes. listening to her stories with keen ears, maybe leaning further down to kiss her shoulder once or twice. sometimes his mouth lingers on her skin for too long and she laughs, reaching back to squeeze a hand around his ankle while saying you can do that later.

everything shines from root to tip and he's very proud of himself. her hair is a bit too short to braid into a plait, so she teaches him how to tie it all up in a tight bun.

he ends up being the one to remind her every week, waiting around with a bowl of oil until he actually has to drag her down to the living room and lower her to the floor so he can attack her scalp for ten long minutes. but they both love this. so much. it's even sweeter when her amma visits and oils samira's hair instead. he's sitting right beside her mother and watching the whole thing with undivided attention so he can learn from the pro. seeing it like this, he fully understands how this ritual, above all things, is an act of pure love.

[theprettynosferatu]

Note: This story was commissioned as a gift from our "He" to our "She", based on her fantasies. I mention it because I find it incredibly sweet and romantic.

CW: Noncon/dubcon, aphrodisiacs.

Unaware of what would happen, she laughed as they entered the hotel room. It didn’t really matter what she was laughing about: alcohol had a way of getting to her head in record time and with the potency of a hurricane, so it didn’t take much to make her explode in delighted giggles… and she certainly had drunk her fill at the party, of that he was sure. Or rather, of that he had made sure.

As soon as he locked the door she smiled and twirled for him, her dress rising up just enough to tease what was beneath it. Of all the things she loved about him, his desire for her to show off was perhaps what she cherished the most. He had made her more confident, encouraging her to dress in ways other boyfriends would throw a fit over, and in doing so she felt desired, sexy, powerful in a strange, powerless way. Sure, she dressed the way he liked, and that made her feel a bit like a doll, being someone else’s perfect fantasy of what was attractive; but on the other hand the looks the strangers at the party gave them both were delicious. They looked at her with desire, and at him with barely repressed jealousy. She couldn’t blame him- what man wouldn’t like to show off his young, tall, blonde trophy girlfriend? And knowing how much showing her off turned him on was enough for her to experience a constant, delightful wetness.

He knew what she wanted, of course. After a year and a half together, he could read her intentions with ease… not that she was being subtle. Still, he relished the moments when they could be together in person, skin to skin. Long distance play was a lot of fun, but being able to hold her, smell her, slap her… that was heaven. And that was what she was going for, teasing him so he’d push her, choke her, tell her what a little whore she was. It took a lot of self control not to fall for it, but he had a plan and he intended to see it through to the end. He smiled and opened the minifridge. One more drink to cap the night off. He didn’t even have to say it. She smiled and took the small bottle, giving him a devilish wink. She didn’t even bother to check what the drink was. If she knew anything, it was that she was safe with him, always. He was the fire that pushed her to be more free, and the safety net to do it with confidence.

It was sweet. Perhaps a bit too sweet; she certainly had never tasted anything like this drink before. The thought passed quickly. No time to focus on the taste of a drink when there were much more fun things to do… and she saw he was getting that look in his eye. The hunter look. The predator look. The look that made her need to go on her knees. The look that got her soaked in a moment. Still, they lingered. The anticipation was always one of the best parts. 

But it was time to let things explode. She sat on the bed, crossed her legs and, with a naughty look, she let one of the straps fall, leaving one hard nipple exposed. She needed him to put her in her place, as only he could.

It worked like a charm.

Like a blur, his body was on top of her, pinning her down. His weight robbed her of any chance to get up, to resist. To choose. She felt a hand around her neck. A hand sliding between her legs. His voice seemed to come from far away, from everywhere all at once- or perhaps it just echoed in her mind like thunder. You whore. You’re soaked, you cockteasing slut. This is what you want, isn’t it? To tease men until they use you like a whore, like the cumdump you are. This is all you are, all you deserve to be. 

She became vaguely aware that something was different. She couldn’t pinpoint what, exactly. Her thoughts felt small, sluggish. Her mind repeated his words in a loop. Whore. Slut. Cumdump. She felt herself almost drift away, floating in the way those words made her feel. But her body was alert. Sensitive. It almost hurt, needing to feel his cock so badly. Every shift in position, every movement sent shivers down her spine, made her pussy twitch in desperation. This wasn’t normal- but that realization was obliterated the second he started tearing her clothes off her skin. The stimulation was too much. Almost as if she was just seeing herself on a screen, she noticed her eyes were rolling in pleasure, her tongue peeking out from between her panting lips. She should have been scared of this, of becoming a passenger in her own body… but her lust, her need was too great to leave room for anything else. She felt like something new, something that was less than a person. A primal being. A thing that needed only to please and in pleasing, get her own pleasure. 

He didn’t have to command her. When he tied her top around her head, blinding her, she instinctively knew to simply remain still. Everything was spinning around her, and she vaguely wondered if she could have resisted at all, had she tried to do so. But the idea of resisting seemed somehow alien to her, an unthinkable concept.

A word came to her, weak, barely there. Drugged. Perhaps she should have been terrified. Perhaps she should have felt betrayed. Instead, all she could feel was the way her pussy got wetter and wetter by the second. Before she knew it she was bucking her hips, desperately humping the air. It was as if she was watching herself lose control, and the spectacle was, in itself, something that only made her more needy, more willing to do anything to be filled. It took a moment, but she eventually realized he was gone. She squirmed on the bed as sounds reached her. The door opening. Footsteps falling on the carpet. Too many steps. A new scent, the smell of someone’s skin. A male scent- that much her body knew, as it sent a shockwave of anticipation that traveled every inch of her skin.

A familiar sensation now. A choker going around her neck. She didn’t have to see to know exactly which choker it was: their favorite. She could almost see herself panting, the word “Whore” in big, shiny, letters adorning her neck, announcing to everyone what she was. It felt as if that word grew in her mind, overshadowing everything else about her. No matter what else she might be, what she might do, what she might pretend… she was a whore. His whore. Nothing more. She couldn’t help but repeat it in her mind, like a maddening echo that drove her wild. Whore. Whore. Whore. 

Then came the warm sensation on her lips. Almost by instinct, her mouth watered. She opened it, ready, eager. Cock. Hard for her. Starting to use her. Whose was it? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She was a whore, and whores sucked cock. She wrapped her lips around it, gently stroking it, teasing it with her tongue…

But the cock, and the man that owned it, didn’t want to be gentle. Firm hands grabbed the sides of her head, taking complete control. She felt the cock ramming in and out of her mouth, going into her throat, choking her. Her thoughts instantly turned into a jumbled mess. Fuck my throat. My whore throat. Use my mouth like a pussy. Use every part of me. Hurt me. I’m just a whore. I need it. Please, I need to be used…

Every now and then she felt as if she would faint, but the man made sure to pull out and let her catch a couple of breaths before fucking her face, treating it like just a hole. That was all she was, all she wanted to be. Holes.

Her body felt on fire. She didn’t even feel the second man getting on the bed. All she felt was his cock entering her pussy in one stroke, without mercy, without a bit of care for her- but her pussy was so soaked, so needy that she felt no pain: only the mindless, perfect pleasure going up her spin, destroying any capacity to resist or think. A part of her, almost like a voice coming from far, far away, managed to reason: I’m not a person. I’m holes. They’re using me like a fucktoy. I’m a whore. I exist for their pleasure. A firm slap to the face was enough to erase that idea from her mind, sinking her in the sensation of being an object, the pain and the pleasure of her incredibly sensitive body.

She had no idea how long it had been. Time was meaningless for her. She existed only in moans and drooling and the sensation of two cocks taking her at once. Then, a hand pulled her hair, and two more hands turned her around, putting her in all fours. She had no control over herself. She knew she would simply let them do whatever they wanted. They could pose her like a doll, in any way they desired. She was just Whore. That was her name, her entire being, her only purpose. 

She couldn’t know who was where, who was using her mouth, who was using her pussy. All she could do was float in the pleasure of being spitroasted, lost in the almost hypnotic rhythm that rocked her back and forth, back and forth…

She heard her man’s voice, speaking between grunts. Pleasure is Purpose. Ring a bell, whore? Your blog, showing everyone what a slut you are, what your real depraved desires are… Did you think you could keep it a secret?

She shivered, almost came just then. He knew. Her man knew her in a way no one was supposed to know her. There was no hiding her true nature from him. There was no turning back now. She was a Whore, his Whore… 

Her mouth tasted it. Cum. Delicious, precious cum. All for her. She tried to swallow it all, to be a good Whore for them, but it was just too much. It dribbled down her chin, staining her face. Making her beautiful. She lifted her torso, letting some fall on her whore tits. Before she knew it, she was licking the bedsheets, blindingly trying to get every single drop as her pussy was pounded mercilessly. Suddenly, the cock inside her pulled out and she collapsed on the bed. More. She needed more. She could hear the door opening, someone leaving. Then, the words of her man.

So beautiful. Such a stunning whore, dripping with another man’s cum.

She felt it. She felt beautiful. She felt blessed. She felt useful. She felt proud.

Her lover wasn’t done. He pulled her hair, pinned her down and entered her ass. She screamed, not knowing if she felt pain or pleasure. They were the same to her, and what mattered was that now all her holes had been used as they should. A good whore always let men use any of her holes, and now she felt like the best whore that had ever lived. She moaned and panted and drooled and whimpered, a symphony of sensation coursing through her body. 

The spectacle was too much for any man to resist. She felt the familiar warmth of cum inside her asshole, and in a flash her lover moved to give her the rest of her reward in her mouth. Cum mixed with cum, two men satisfied by her holes. She couldn’t imagine asking for more in life. Exhaustion finally set in, and she started to drift off as she heard the click of a camera turning off. She smiled. She had been made porn.

The sun crept through the windows. She cuddled with her love.

“Was it as good as you imagined?”, he asked.

“Better”, she smiled. “Thank you.”

She had to say, when she had started the blog, she never imagined her love would find it. 

Now she was glad he had. 

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[kitchenisking]

Things To Do On The Dates You Aren't Having by lielabell - (Rating: Mature, Words: 5,557)

"So are we dating now or what?" Stiles asks the third time he finds himself doing the obligatory postcoital cuddling with a certain sour wolf.

the engagement by bibliosexual - (Rating: G, Words: 1,595)

“Stiles,” Derek growls the next morning, “why did Wanda just call me to congratulate me on my engagement to you?”

“Uh, because we are engaged?” Stiles tries. “We’re having a spring wedding with two flavors of cake, or did you forget? By the way, you still need to buy me a ring.”

Hypothetically Speaking by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 2,916)

“Soooooo, Daddy-O. Hypothetically speaking. Do you think you could potentially see yourself loving a magical werewolf grandbaby rather unexpectedly begotten via the carnal jubilation that is one man shoving his dick up another guy’s ass?”

Textual Promise by Areiton - ( Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,828)

Derek stares at the text for a long time before he goes for a run. Because this? From Stiles? This isn't something they do. 

He still says 'ok'.

My Sea to Your Shore by Aquila_Star - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 66,178)

The setting was idyllic, but when he looked down at the poor animal caught in the trap, struggling for its life and its freedom, he saw only how its desperation mirrored his own, the trap he was caught in just as unforgiving. Unlike the rabbit, Derek's trap was not the result of random bad luck. It was a trap of his own making.

As he headed back to the house, he couldn't help but wonder if there was someone who could wrangle him from his trap, and whether he would survive to see his freedom.

kids say (and do) the darndest things by EvanesDust  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,787)

Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. ...or the one where Stiles and Derek's kids had no shame.

Nothing's Ever Worth it if it Doesn't Scare You by In_Over_My_Head  - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,707)

Running had become his default reaction to Scott. Whenever he had a stupid plan or didn’t listen, mostly whenever his moronic actions put the pack in jeopardy…again. Stiles ran now, ran because he knew that if they did what Scott wanted someone would get hurt. They’d just gotten Kira back and now Scott wanted to put her in danger by fighting something without all the information. 

He knew Argent would try and help, to change Scott’s course of action, but it wouldn’t work. Maybe, since Cora was back, Peter might show up too. Sometimes he could get through to Scott. The problem with that was Peter always had an ulterior motive, and Stiles only figured it out half the time. Peter was dangerous, but Scott didn’t seem to get that either. God he missed Derek, missed knowing there was someone that would listen, that would get what he meant and actually try to help.

I know what you did Last Hot Girl Summer by Arver7 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,908)

Stiles thinks he wants a Hot Girl Summer after a break-up. What he gets is definitely a hot girl summer and so much more.

"good boy" by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10,807)

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky.

But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right?

That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺

Finders Keepers by inhystereks - (Rating: G, Words: 3,340)

“Sorry, I know I’m kind of staring, but she didn’t tell me you were so good-looking,” Stiles babbled, wanting to hit himself even as the words left his mouth.

“She,” the guy said, something in his expression shifting. “Laura.”

“No,” Stiles replied with a frown. “Lydia. Who’s Laura?”

“My sister,” the guy said, brows furrowed once more. “Who’s Lydia?”

“My best friend,” Stiles said.

[megamuscle885-blog]

Oh yeah they love my The Power Fantasy post. Alright, lets make this even larger.

I'm a little unsure of the Pyramid angle for Annette. It'd be easier to swing a Lustrum AU with her as an Atomic instead of a parahuman and peripherally connected with Heavy through the nuclear family, but I do like the Danny/Heavy pipeline there so Pyramid Annette is pretty cool. She can do magic tricks and that's a fun thing to think about, and what swings me towards liking it is seeing the contrast between a survivor of the event that broke Magus' whole worldview and his current politics clashing with Annette's. He very much did sell out in her eyes.

I'll save myself another fifteen paragraphs and say that in my mind, it was a birthday party, not kindergarten. Taylor is developmentally regular for a kid from birth until her 4th birthday where Taylor is chewing her cake surrounded by family and drops like a fucking rock out of nowhere. For an hour a resonating pulse encompasses the planet like psychic shockwaves as all the bug's neurons suddenly overclock and it feels like Lux is getting stabbed between the eyes, and any other atomic psychics get headaches. Taylor's human body is almost entirely lifeless. Maybe it's just the panic, but none of the adults at the party can find a pulse or heartbeat. She's as limp as a boned fish. They rush her to hospital and she snaps open her eyes just as they load her into the ambulance, with Annette in the back and Danny driving to the hospital. Taylor can move her eyes around, but nothing else. It's a tense two or three days while she communicates that she's fine and everyone becomes aware of the situation.

You're correct in that the crux of her mobility issue is just "Hey, I'm also handling a quintillion trillion hydraulic muscles and book lungs, can the nerve-ape body take a rain check right now? Yes? Good." and she has to relearn how to walk, talk, eat, all with the bugs in her head. By fifteen she'll be as ambulatory as canon Skitter was, so it's not like it'll be for ever, but I wouldn't be surprised if she trips up now and then, or prefers to sit still and stay quiet while she handles the bugs. She's just got a lot on her plate at the moment and that means a hospital stay for her body while she gets a handle on things. It's not difficult at all to handle the bugs, it's that her control scheme has been flipped. The government starts looking for who's fucking with the bugs almost immediately, but they don't find her until about a week or so later when Lux throws them a bone after first having a conversation with her within a day or two of the party. Taylor and the government pretty much reach out to eachother mutually because of Lux's maneuvering.

I've read the comic version of The Power Fantasy up to issue 8. Just letting everyone know. I am now crazy.

7th superpower Taylor Hebert aka Weaver. Controls all of the bug life on the planet including crabs, prawns, krill and other sea bug life. As of 1999 the most over-worked 4 year old imaginable but she loves her job. Confined to a hospital bed because her consciousness is spread across all of the bug-like creatures of the planet and her brain waves are similar to that of a coma patient (though she can still move her eyes and listen and eat and move her head). Has an entire department within the USA's Department of Agriculture and their mirror organizations in every other nation dedicated to liaising with her. Set to end world hunger by 2004 and is instrumental in the breakneck pace of helping turn the Sahara desert into a food forest.

Both parents are still alive and it's kinda uneasy how many attempts there are against them, since almost everyone knows how it goes trying to fight a superpower. Secret Service details on both of them. USA is unsure if killing her would also cause total brain death of bug life or set them back to normal. Her capacity for spying on people is a step below Lux's omnipathy. From her parents comes a leftist bent that aligns her with Heavy, but because Lux is the biggest conversationalist she has, she's more in his camp. Valentina's biggest fan. Hellbound, Magus and Masumi aren't really present in her life, but she's aware of the Pyramid and the destruction of Europe and Tokyo. Born well after the second summer of love, she's a young superpower amongst a team of very bitter rivals with long histories.

What I'm actually unsure of is how many megadeaths she's capable of. For those who haven't read The Power Fantasy, it's an estimation of how many millions of people per hour she could kill. Three of the superpowers are at the max of 6000 megadeaths, all six billion people on earth dead in a single hour or less. The weakest is Masumi's at 250 megadeaths, a quarter billion per hour, and that's because she's got a kaiju to end all kaiju. I think Taylor can be set at a reasonable 33 megadeaths. Travel time of her bugs cuts her per hour abilities short, but the reality is that if Taylor died or stopped working, the whole world would starve to death not too long after.

[cosmic-giraffe]

I feel like the fandom have collectively agreed that Harada and Hama are the only "innocent" culprits (even though all of them were forced into killing, technically).

When it comes to Sasaki, Okazaki, Watari and Ken, there's so much mischaracterization flying around. With these four, people see them as either completely irredeemably evil that love to squash puppies and poison water supplies for fun, or never did anything wrong and were 100% justified in what they did.

When the truth is a lot more nuanced.

All of them were struggling and ground down and feeling like they had no other way out than killing.

Sasaki was trying to hold the group together as it's leader while not getting any of the support she was giving to anybody else, and unfortunately acted impulsively and violently. I sincerely doubt she entered that kitchen with the intention of killing Isono, but sleep deprivation makes you do uncharacteristic things.

Okazaki claims that they did it for Tsuno's love, with Kazutoshi serving as a stepping stone towards that goal. But when you're desperate for ANY kind of recognition or attention after having Haruka Yonekura as your mother, even if it's bad attention that hurts everybody around you, you're willing to go that far. Them using the whole supervillain angle was just a way of justifying their actions.

Watari is a strange case because in my eyes, both she and Hama play the role of simultaneous victim and culprit, to varying degrees. Watari was the one that died due to Hama setting off the mechanism she'd rigged up, but Hama died as a result of being unknowingly drawn into Watari's plan in the first place. Watari was a very mentally unwell girl; she was struggling with depression and thoughts of suicide after Okazaki's betrayal, and she wasn't in the right headspace to be thinking logically. Her choosing to spare Hama from the misery of the killing game at the cost of her own and everybody else's lives, knowing full well that he would be executed if found guilty, was a plan she was willing to enact. So she's lumped in with the other killers too for this reason.

As for Ken, he'd lost two people that he'd sworn to protect. Couple these losses with the day-in-day-out drama and selfishness and infighting going on with the rest of the group, it's no wonder why he snapped. But just because his actions had a reason, that doesn't excuse what he did. Using Mai's selflessness and insecurities over "not doing enough" against her was very cruel, even if he thought he was in the right.

I hope Tetro Blue gives us more nuanced culprits like this, even if the fanbase might only see their actions through a totally black-and-white lens.

[ysrjune]

《 MAKE EVERY NIGHT

YOUR VALENTINE 𖹭 》

STEPHEN GLASS X READER FT. LITTLE BROTHERS!SAM & SCOTT

freaked out Stevie 😈🤑 #stayfreaks

It had been a while since you've visited Stephen's parents' house. It had been at least 5 months since there were no family events going on. Being there felt a little weird, especially since his parents weren't even there, and you were going to be baby-sitting his brothers. Well, he was gonna babysit. You were only here to keep him company. Scott and Sam liked you. Maybe a little more than they should, but that doesn't mean that both of them aren't annoyed that you would be there. They didn't need to see Steve cuddled up to you 24/7 while they're not allowed to have their girlfriends over.

"It's cute that your room never changes." You smile at how Stephen's childhood room was still the same even if he no longer lived there. Video-game action figures that were still in their boxes, posters from movies and bands he still loves to this day, old books and other things that were in storage on top of his closet in a box. "Mom doesn't want it to. She says she comes in sometimes when she misses me." Steve grins and begins putting his and your clothes away in the old dresser. "I always knew I was her favorite. Maybe it's cause I was never a brat."

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What was the one rule that Stephen had for his brothers when their girlfriends were over when he still lived there a year ago? Don't be loud. The boys had turned 16 and had finally gotten permission to bring their girlfriends over, but they only did it when their parents weren't home. Stephen never cared if the girls came over. He just didn't need to hear his stupid brothers going at it in the middle of the night. He also never cared that his brothers were sexually active. Those two were (hopefully) smart enough to be safe.

But tonight, Stephen had broken that rule. It's literally the first night of staying there, and he was already all over you. Large hands groping at your tits through that bra he loves and his lips pressing small kisses to your tummy. He was quiet at first while engaging in foreplay, but once he was actually fucking you, he couldn't shut up. He's always been very vocal and loud while having sex. It's sort of weird to him. He could stay quiet while jerking off, but not when he's having some fun with your pretty body..

The other thing about him is that he acts so dominant while talking sex up. "I'm gonna fuck you so good right on this stupid creaky bed. I remember when we were first talking, I used to touch myself thinking about how it would be like to make you cry my name." He mumbled against your leaking pussy. "I'd get off on just thinking about fingering you." He sucks on your clit once more before sliding two digits in your wet entrance. "Just. Like. That." He's so good with his fingers. Too good. Long and warm.

"Do you fucking hear that?" Scott barges into his twins room. "Yeah, he's such a hypocrite." Sam rolls his eyes, pausing his game. "Wow, learned a new word?" Scott insults his brother and sticks out his tongue. "Shut the fuck u–" He was about to say before hearing a loud moan coming from across the hall. Sam slowly turns his head over there and raises an eyebrow. "How about you tell him to shut up." Scott huffs angrily and leaves downstairs.

Steve keeps his hands on your hips as you ride him. Not guiding, just there for him to grab onto. "Keep fucking me like that, oh my God.." He rolls his eyes back. "I need you so bad. I missed you so much." It had only been two days that you and Stephen hadn't fucked, but he swore he was dying. Seeing you walk around you apartment in only your underwear and then refusing to touch him was torture.

The blond forces his thumb inside your mouth, whimpering at the sight. "Fuck, you look so hot.." You swirl your tongue around his finger, making his cheeks go red. Then he pulled it out and shoved his ring and middle finger inside instead. You know just how pathetic he is? He came just as soon as you sucked on those. "I-im sorry! I just.. I—.. I couldn't help it. You looked so good.." He cries as you roll your hips, still trying to reach your orgasm and working him through his high.

He was being pushed into the headboard and the bed was creaking loudly. "cum for me? give it t'me, I dont.. I don't wanna leave you hanging.." His thumb finds your clit. He kept moaning loudly, and honestly, you felt bad for his brothers. Yes, they terrorized him all the time by doing the same thing but Stephen was honestly too much of a goody-two shoes to actually be doing this. Or atleast he was. "Shut up, your brothers are probably annoyed with you already." You slap his cheek. "Mmph.. s-sor—mmhh!! so-rry.." He whines in between words.

You shove your fingers in his mouth and he goes crazy. Deep throating them and bobbing his head. What a little freak..

His glasses fogged, and he set them aside on his desk. "Are you close? Please tell me you are.. I wanna fuck you in another position. pleasepleaseplease." He begs sweetly with his blue eyes and needy tone. It only took a couple more minutes for you to finish, and once you, he flipped you around and arched your back for you. He pressed down on your middle and then gave your ass a smack. "just staring at you could get me off." He eases into you.

Again, he was a pathetic whining mess. And again! with his fingers in your mouth. He didn't even realize how often he does it. He thinks it's so attractive. "Y-you know.. I was thinking mmh.. that.. that I could maybe do your homework for you so that you can get it done faster.. and you can give me all your attention.." What. An. Attention whore. You hum a 'mm' around his fingers as a yes. Maybe he wouldn't be this way had you never spoiled him with your attention. He deserves it anyway. He's always so nice, and he never really got much attention growing up.

"I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum oh my God. Don't stop moving on me baby, aah.." Stephen whines, his thrust growing more sloppy but still feeling delicious. "Im—mm.. uh.." He spills himself inside you, feeling extra sensitive due to you cumming around him as soon as he was done.

But he doesn't stay dominant when you suck his cock or when he's in you. "Stroke it while you suck it..aah..aah.. auuhh.." His moans get higher pitched with every one that comes out of his mouth. "Yesyesyesyes," He closes his eyes and rolls his hips into your mouth. "Mmm, mhm.. y—es.. oh my God.."

Breakfast that morning at the table was.. surprisingly not awkward? It was more like.. you know, just a normal conversation. Well, for the boys at least.

"It's not fair that you get to scream at the top of your lungs when you get head, but when it's ME, I get in trouble. I!! get called ANNOYING." Sam complains while chewing his pancake. "Or when the bed makes a bunch of noise and it's only a problem when it's because of me. Like, you're such a hypocrite." Scott rolls his eyes. "Hey, that's my word." Sam cocks an eyebrow at his brother. "You didn't know what it meant last week. Shut up." And then the boys suddenly forgot about why they were complaining the first place. They took their frustration on eachother in the living room, tackling eachother.

"We are so having sex every night and being loud to piss them off." Stephen smirks as soon as you wrap your arms around his neck from behind. "Because you wanna get back at them for those sleepless nights?" You giggle. "Yeah. And for all the picture frames that fell and broke." He scoffs.

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[spiderb00]

- GREEN-EYED MOSTER

Yoo Jaeyi x reader  

“all you were doing was following your girlfriend's plan. But all she saw was green"

Genre – fluff?        warnings - none 

Now playing – Blank Space, by Taylor Swift

“So it's gonna be forever. Or it's gonna go down in flames"

Jaeyi doesn't know exactly when it all started to taste bitter in her mouth, she just knows that at some point the time you were spending with Ye-ri started to piss her off.

She knows it was her idea, I mean, of course you wouldn't be that close to Ye-ri if you didn't have your girlfriend's permission. Not in your dreams would you be so close to another girl without Jaeyi knowing about it. The big deal is that Jaeyi began to bitterly regret the plan she thought up when she saw how comfortable Ye-ri was feeling around you.

Everyone at that school knew you belonged to Yoo Jaeyi, and no one dared lay a finger on you, spoke up, stared too long, or lusted after you. No one was crazy enough to try to defy Jaeyi, at least not until now.

As much as all this bothered your girlfriend, she knew that you would NEVER prefer Ye-ri to her. But Ye-ri's intrusive behavior was already getting on her nerves. The long touches, the way Ye-ri laughed at your stupid jokes, you following Ye-ri to all her classes like an obedient puppy... All of this irritated Jaeyi, because you weren't Ye-ri's! She couldn't be that comfortable with you! You're Jaeyi's!

And she was going to make you remember that.

She waited patiently in your room. The light from your desk lamp faintly illuminating the room in yellow, Jaeyi's cell phone showing your location in real time. She'd seen you walk up to Ye-ri's house - and she'd calculated exactly how long you'd stood at the door, just to make sure Ye-ri wouldn't ask you to come in - minutes before, but now, you're almost at your own house, your steps calm, as if you don't have any worries to deal with.

Jaeyi's phone had already notified her of two messages from you, just asking how she was and if she'd arrived home yet. Her eyes narrowed at this, and she let out a sarcastic snort. “Oh, now you want to know how I am...” That's what she said after seeing your message.

Jaeyi was startled slightly by the sound of the door opening, not even realizing that she had disassociated long enough for you to finally arrive home. She heard your footsteps coming up the stairs, settling into the armchair in your room as if she owned the place (maybe she did).

When the door opened, her eyes immediately landed on you. You were there, confusion stamped on your face as you scratched your head, looking at your phone and probably wondering why your girlfriend hadn't answered your messages yet.

You sat on the edge of the bed with an annoyed huff, still unaware of your girlfriend's presence two meters away from you. “She always makes me answer her messages immediately, but she can't answer a single fucking message.”

Jaeyi's eyebrow arched, surprised that you were saying things like that about her when you were alone, when while you were with her, all you did was nod and agree like an idiot puppy.

“Is that what you say about me when you're alone?” Jaeyi's voice echoed through the silent room.

You startled, jumping onto the bed and almost falling face-first onto the floor. With agility, you managed to put your hands on the floor, looking at the armchair in the corner of your room, only to see your girlfriend with that characteristic little smile that sent shivers down your spine.

“Jagiya!” The name came out of your lips automatically. "Fuck, you scared me! What are you doing here? And why didn't you answer me?"

Your questions were ignored, as was the feeling of love Jaeyi felt when she heard you call her by her nickname.

“Did you have fun with Ye-ri?”

The question made your head tilt slightly to the left, confused as if the youngest of the Yoo's had asked an absurd question - which she doesn't think is the case.

"I left her at home... But I haven't gotten anything out of what she's doing with your father yet, sorry." You've barely finished speaking before you hear your girlfriend's sarcastic giggle.

She was still sitting in the armchair, staring at you kneeling on the floor next to your bed. She loved seeing how dumb you looked in front of her, it was almost as if she sucked all the knowledge out of your brain and left it trapped between her fingers, only letting it slip out when she wanted it to.

“That's a surprise, given the fact that she's so close to you.” Jaeyi's gaze was challenging, almost as if she wanted you to ask what she was talking about.

“All right, I really don't understand.” You got up from the floor, putting your hands on your waist, trying to make yourself look bigger in front of your girlfriend.

“Of course you don't understand.” She stood up from the armchair, and you took a step back. Your hands fell away from your waist, being positioned uncomfortably next to your body. “You're just too innocent a puppy to notice that Ye-ri is shamelessly hitting on you!”

Her words hit you hard, you hadn't realized that Ye-ri was hitting on you, you thought it was just her, being the usual flirtatious girl. Well, it seems you were wrong.

"I was just following your plan, jagiya. I didn't want you to feel that way..."

Jaeyi's footsteps echoed through the room, she slowly approached you.

“Like what, jagiya?” She asked, raising her hand to run her fingers through your hair.

“You know...” You replied, tilting your head and closing your eyes. Letting yourself be carried away by her fingers caressing your scalp. “Jealous.”

The giggle that came out of your girlfriend's mouth made you open your eyes again, looking at her only to find that she was already looking at you with those beautiful eyes.

"Oh jagiya... I'm not jealous, I'm just going to make sure you know you're mine!"

just testing again ;)

i told you how obsessed i was with “friendly rivalry” and then some of you told me to write to the girls and here i am.

i hope you like it, it's not much but it's something ;)

drink water and stay safe

xoxo, spider.

[stillbornfrost]

Your Yandere CRK Ancients x Reader is the best. Damn!!! I'm watching this for the third time already😭😭....

Pure Vanilla must be a master of gaslighting, everything is so soft and gentle that the reader doesn't even notice. But His bittersweet obsession is so palpable at times. Plus, he's mild and gentle, so even if the reader rebels, he'll dismiss it as some kind of acting out for his attention!

I love your Headcanons, it's almost crazy. I've only been reading your stuff for a few hours and I feel like I've met my match!!!🥹 If you were asked, I mean, if it was okay with you, could I ask for 'Yandere CRK Ancients x rebellious, tearful reader'?

I'll say it one last time, your writing is so good, I'm rereading it for the 6th time already👍👍👍👍👍👍

That’s such an incredibly kind and passionate message—thank you so much! I hope this finds you well.. I WAS RUSHING THIS SO I APOLOGIZE!! I WANTED TO GET IT TO YOU AS FAST AS POSSIBLE🫶

Yandere CRK Ancients x Rebellious, tearful! Reader

Pure Vanilla Cookie

He smiles, even as you cry and pull away from him. It breaks his heart to see you like this—but he knows it’s just a phase.

“You poor thing… Have I not been gentle enough with you?” he asks softly, brushing your tears away with fingers that glow faintly with magic. His touch is feather-light, reverent.

Every attempt you make to assert independence is carefully rationalized. You're not rebellious—you’re just overwhelmed. You’re confused.

“Of course you're upset, dear. You've been through so much. That’s why I need to protect you.”

He doesn’t lock you in a room. He locks you in guilt.

And when you shout, when you say you hate him—he closes his eyes, breathes in slowly, then hugs you tighter. “Say it again if it helps you feel better. I’ll never stop loving you.”

Hollyberry Cookie

Oh, you're kicking and screaming? She lives for it.

She’s fixated. Your rebellion is adorable to her—a spark she’ll smother with affection and brute strength.

“You’re fiery! I like that. Makes it more fun to win you over.”

She picks you up effortlessly when you try to run, tossing you over her shoulder like you weigh nothing. “Let’s go, crybaby. You can sob it all out on my chest.”

You say she’s suffocating. She grins. “Then I’ll just hold you tighter. It means I’m doing it right.”

She isn’t subtle—she's overwhelming. But gods help you, there's warmth in her touch that makes you hesitate. Just for a second.

Dark Cacao Cookie

Your tears? They ruin him. But your rebellion? That’s... necessary. It means he still has work to do.

“If you weep because of me, I accept that burden,” he says grimly. “But I won’t release you.”

He watches you struggle through lowered lashes, arms crossed, posture stiff. You are his most sacred responsibility.

He doesn’t yell. He simply blocks every door, every window, standing still as stone. He’s the fortress itself.

“If you are in pain, I will carry it with you. But you will remain by my side.”

Some nights you see him outside your room, unmoving, standing guard for hours. Not to protect you from others—but to protect you from leaving.

Golden Cheese Cookie

She hates your rebellion—but only because it threatens her illusion of control.

“Tears? Already? Don’t be dramatic, sweet thing. You have everything you could ever want here.”

She's the kind of yandere who buys you a room full of jewels and then says you're being ungrateful when you cry.

“Oh, come now. This kingdom is yours too! I’ve made you royalty, haven’t I?”

She throws a feast after every breakdown, pretending nothing happened. But the guards outside your room have doubled.

Her obsession is loud, luxurious, and laced with delusion. You’re hers—and any sign of rebellion is just “you acting out to get her attention.”

White Lily Cookie

She watches you cry like she’s memorizing every tear. It’s almost scientific. Almost reverent.

“You feel deeply. That’s beautiful.”

Her obsession is clinical and soft-spoken—but terrifying in its intensity. She sees your rebellion as a symptom, not a choice.

“I understand your resistance. But don’t you see? I only want to purify your pain. You’ll thank me, eventually.”

She doesn’t stop you from screaming—but she records it. She needs to know how far you’ll go before you break.

“There is no cruelty in truth, my love. And the truth is: you belong with me.”

[arbitrarykiwi]

I absolutely LOVE your thanos and namgyu boyfriend content🙏😣 can you please make one where Namgyu is more on the sub side (he’s very whiny and needy) and he also gets jealous easily (like he always needs your hands on him even while giving thanos attention) That would be so greatly appreciated!!💕 (I never see sub Namgyu anywhere😭😭)

Undivided Attention

OH MY LAWD IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long too 😔😔 I’ve missed you guys!!! I literally had this written for months and just needed to finish something’s up- then I broke my phone, lost my WIPs and got locked out of this account for a moment but we’re SO BACK YALL!

My posting schedule will still be wonky as I try to get back into the swing of things. But I really hope you guys like this one I tried to add a lil more to make it a bigger gift as apology for my absence 🤲

Warnings: smut (18+) , p in v sex , oral (m receiving) , choking , dirty talk , sub!nam-gyu , name calling (slut like once or twice) , little bit of thanos x namgyu , squirting , creampie , cum eating , deep throating , cowgirl, probably others read at your own risk

The whole day you’ve realized something was different about Nam-Gyu. It wasn’t anything bad he was just needy. Thanos had of course noticed it too, poking fun at the other male anytime a pout formed on Nam-gyu’s face.

He was clingy, more so than usual.

When you got out of the shower Nam-gyu and Thanos were waiting for you as you got out like normal. Laugher bubbled out of your chest as Nam-gyu nearly knocks over Thanos to be the one to wrap the towel around you. His arms wrap around you and chin hooking over your shoulder- caging you into him as his lips pepper kisses on your still wet skin.

“C’mon man! I could have sworn it was my turn to do that.” Thanos pouts, regaining his balance and coming to your other side to place a kiss on your cheek. “Don’t care, didn’t ask.” Nam-gyu mumbles against your skin, breathing in the smell of the soap you just used. He’s rubbing his face into your neck, like he can’t get enough of you. The long black hair falling over his face and ticking your neck. Thanos quirks up an eyebrow, catching your eyes in the mirror; both of you sensing Nam-gyu’s new attitude.

You realized throughout the day that Nam-gyu was unusually needy. You weren’t complaining! It was endearing and you loved the extra attention. But it was drastically different from his normal self. Nam-gyu would often act so nonchalant about everything, he would need your attention but he’d never beg for it- he was far too ‘cool’ for that. If he wanted your hands on him or your attention, he would just take it. But not today.

When you were getting ready, doing your makeup in the mirror Nam-Gyu was next to you- handing you whatever you needed next and sitting shoulder to shoulder with you. “You’re practically on top of me.” You giggle while looking at Nam-gyu through the mirror who had his head laying on your shoulder, his hands tracing patterns into your thigh. It was like he physically couldn’t be away from you. Like he needed to be in your skin.

Thanos was lying on the bed behind you two, chuckling at Nam-gyu’s demeanor. “You’re so needy today bro..” Thanos laughs, hands reaching out to rub at Nam-gyu’s shoulders, shaking him around. “So what.” Nam-gyu responds, pouting, leaning his head onto your shoulder and inhaling your scent. “Jus’ wanna be near my baby.” He finishes as he places a kiss on your shoulder, handing you your eyeliner.

“You’ve been near her! The whole day!” Thanos jokes, ruffling up Nam-gyu’s hair much to his dismay. “Yeah, and I need to be near her more…you smell so good.” His own bite back to Thanos is cut short when he inhales your scent once more, smelling the familiar scent of your shampoo and perfume. It was like home to him (and to Thanos but this ain’t about him rn).

“Thank you, love.” You smile at him from the mirror where you’re doing your makeup, finding a stopping point to look to your side and place a gentle kiss on Nam-gyu’s head. Thanos rolls his eyes and leans further over the edge of the bed to get closer to you. “Me too!!” He whines playfully, and you can’t say no so you turn and place a kiss on his cheek. Nam-gyu huffs, pouting when your attention is drawn away from him. Even for the slightest second.

This attitude of his continued the whole day. Hell, you three even ordered in because Nam-gyu said he didn’t feel like cooking, and that was odd. He really just didn’t want to be distracted by making dinner when he could be spending time with his sweet girl! Those minutes cooking were minutes he couldn’t have his hands on you. He didn’t want that….And led up to where you were now

You three were laid out on your bed, watching some show that Thanos wanted to watch. You’re sure three blunts have been smoked by now and all three of you were properly stoned. You’d figure that maybe if Nam-Gyu got high, he’d be a little more mellow, maybe more laid back- that wasn’t the case. Now he was practically on top of you, nuzzling his face into your chest like he wanted to get into your skin.

“Come on man! You’re stealing all the warmth!” Thanos groans, trying to wrap his arms around you to pull you more into him. “No ‘m not.” Nam-gyu mumbles, his face buried in your chest, his words hardly audible. “Yes you are!!” Thanos groans, sliding an arm between you and Nam-Gyu to grab onto your waist and pull you closer to him. Thanos kisses along your neck, the light pecks becoming ticklish as he kisses your skin over and over as you giggle.

Nam-gyu whines when Thanos pulls you from him and takes your attention. It’s a sound that makes you and Thanos pause completely. Both of your heads turn to Nam-Gyu, eyes wide like you both made the sound up. But when you and Thanos look over to him and catch Nam-Gyu’s eyes, his face is tinged red and he can’t even look at either of you.

“Dude o-oh my god! The fuck was that!!” Thanos says chuckling, leaning over you to playfully push at Nam-gyu’s shoulder. Nam-gyu hides his face, covering it with his ringed hands and huffing. “N-nothing! Shut up!!” Nam-Gyu says sitting up to try and get away from you two, he doesn’t even know what came over him. He just doesn’t want your attention to stray from him. It’s like a drug he craves. Normally he was good at sharing- he had to be for this situation between the three of you to continue the way it has, something today made him just need your attention; all of it. He was so needy.

You jump up and crawl on the bed so you’re situated between his legs. It takes so much strength to pry his hands off his face. You’re cooing at him, a sickly sweet smile on your face as you nudge his nose with yours to get him to open his eyes. Reluctantly, he meets your gaze, he’s blushing, fuck you have never EVER seen him like this.

You reach up, cupping either side of his face in your hands. “What’s up with you, baby?” You inquire. As you coddle him, Thanos slips behind Nam-gyu, resting back against the headboard of the bed, his legs spreading out on either side of Nam-gyu. The pout that forms on his face is so precious, his cheeks somewhat squished by your hands. “Nothin’s wrong…jus’ wanna touch you ‘n he’s taking you away from me.” Nam-gyu’s words are slurred by how you’re squishing his face. It feels so weird, so foreign to him. But all he can feel is need. An innate desire to have you just use him and take whatever you want from him.

Thanos sneakily wraps his arms around Nam-Gyu from the back, pulling him back onto his chest. Nam-gyu wants to turn around and scowl at Thanos but the way you follow him, crawling over his lap and straddling his legs has him in a trance. Thanos’ legs cage your thighs against Nam-gyu’s. You can’t help but bite your lip at the view of Thanos’ tattooed hands begin to bunch up Nam-Gyu’s shirt to reveal his pale skin. Your hands immediately run up Nam-gyu’s thighs, trailing to his stomach, letting out a small hum when you feel his stomach tense under your light touches.

“What’s got you so needy today?” You muse, leaning down so your breath fans over the skin of his stomach. Your eyes looking up at his flushed face, swollen lips parted as Nam-Gyu takes in breath after shuddering breath.

“F-fuck I don’t know.” Nam-gyu huffs, wiggling in Thanos grasp. “I-I just…” He’s frustrated, not even fully understanding why he felt the way he did. He and Thanos had always been the dominate two in your relationship, he had never had an issue with sharing. Hell, Choi Su-Bong was the only man Nam-gyu thought he could ever have a set up like this with. But he just needed you.

Needed your attention. Your praise. Your touch.

You watch as his eyes follow your fingers, dancing along his abdomen as you glare at him like a cheetah ready to pounce- that only makes him writhe against bed more. “‘S okay, baby…” you purr, grin only widening at his reaction to your words. Nam-gyu bites his bottom lip, hips canting off the bed as his aching cock searches for any sort of friction. “Imma take care of you, yeah? Make you feel reallllll good, like I always do.”

As you speak your fingers dance lower, tracing the dark patch of hair that runs to his waistband and disappears into the jeans. Nam-gyu’s head kicks back against Thanos’ shoulder, every touch feels like he might explode in his pants. Your fingers are just tracing circles around his pants button and he swears that sensation alone- you stroking the metal button and in turn, the underside of his cock.

“Mhm…yeah.” Nam-Gyu grunts out in a breathy tone, expecting you to get to work- take him into your warm, inviting mouth and let him lose himself in ecstasy. But he’s doesn’t feel the relief of his pants being unbuttoned or the cool room air hitting his throbbing cock- nope. Your hand pulls back from circling his button and he doesn’t feel you at all.

“Earn it.” Your grin stretches across your lips wickedly. Nam-gyu looks at you in disbelief, eyebrow arched like you’re speaking a foreign language. “W-what do you-“

His body jerks up off the bed when Thanos tattooed hand pinches at his nipple. Fuck he never thought he’d be into this shit, being at the mercy of both of you, but here he is- cock rock hard, becoming painful at this point, and only getting harder the longer he’s trapped between you and Thanos.

Your hand grips hardly at the bulge that is straining so hard against his jeans. “Beg for it.” You simply say, your head tilting to the side, grin widening. “Oh damn!” Thanos laughs, tattooed hands dancing along Nam-gyu’s chest, “Never seen this side of you, pretty.” Thanos eyes narrow mischievously, smile growing to match yours. His hands fall down to Nam-gyu’s hips, caging Nam-gyu impossibly closer, limiting his ability to writhe against your hand for more. In turn, pressing the whining males back against his own throbbing cock.

“A-ah fuck…that’s it…” Thanos hisses in a low growl, interrupting your next words, head rolling back when the pressure of Nam-Gyu eases the pain of the erection he has. Thanos never thought he’d see you- the girl they fucked to tears, the one always begging for them- in such a dominant position. And the feeling that bloomed inside of him when he was witnessing Nam-gyu turn into a pathetic mess under your touch is something Thanos thinks not even the best acid trip could replicate.

Nam-gyu tries to look between the two of you the best he can given his position. His heart is racing, his dick is painfully hard. “P-please.” Nam-gyu huffs out, eyebrows knitted together as the foreign word falls off his tongue. “F-fuck please… just fuckin’ take it out.” He whines, hips canting upwards against your hand.

Admittedly, you’re impatient and the thought of feeling his hard cock against your tongue excited you in ways you can’t describe. Your hand works at the button of his jeans, pulling down the golden zipper to reveal his grey boxers- already stained a darker grey right where his tip sits. You and Thanos let out similar mocking laughs, it’s almost shameful how worked up he is just by this little attention from you.

“So excited aren’t you baby~” you coo, a manicured nail tracing along the tip of his cock through his boxers, trailing your finger down the thick tent that’s formed. The moan that rips through Nam-gyu’s throat takes all of you off guard. It’s creaky, whiny, almost pleading as he bucks up into your hands. “You’re this hard just from her playing with you?” Thanos mocks, pinning his hips down, bringing Nam-gyu back against his own throbbing cock.

“I just… f-fuck ohmygod please I need your hand o-or mouth fuck! Anything!” Nam-gyu wants to bite back at Thanos words but his dark eyes are trained on you, head low, breath fanning against his hard on that visibly twitches under the cotton of his boxers. Thanos’ painted nails dip under the waist band of Nam-gyu’s boxers, pushing the fabric down. “I think we should at least let him out of this clothes, he’s so hard it probably hurts…” Thanos muses in a low voice, like he’s mocking Nam-gyu (and he is), eyes locking with yours over Nam-gyu’s shoulder.

You lift up a bit, assisting Thanos in removing Nam-gyu’s pants and boxers. The shuddering sigh Nam-gyu lets out as his hard cock slaps free against his abdomen makes your clit throb. “A-ah Fuck!” You watch as his body convulses when Thanos grips the base of his cock. Tattoos hands gripping the shaft as his eyes lock with yours. “Open up.”

With a devious grin and your eyes trailing back over to lock eyes with Nam-Gyu, your mouth drops open, tongue lolling out, sitting pretty and pink- so ready for him. Thanos slaps Nam-gyu’s hearty cock against your tongue, a wet plap plap plap sound resonates throughout the room. Each time Nam-Gyu’s cock connects with the warm, wet surface of your eager tongue he thinks he could come then and there. He doesn’t even know why he’s letting Thanos touch him like this- this wasn’t normal for him- but holt fuck did he like it. He liked being under the control of both of you and most importantly….

He had your undivided attention. Thanos was simply an aide right now, helping you pleasure him- your eyes were trained on him, your tongue was lapping at the head of his cock, you were doting on him and him alone. This is what he wanted.

“Hngghhh, oh fuck. S-so fuckin pretty like that.” Nam-gyu whines, hips bucking up into Thanos hand to rub even more of his cock on your tongue. You smile, lips pursing to press a languid kiss to the tip of his cock, tongue taking a moment to lap over the leaking slit. “Thank you, love.” You hum, batting your eyelashes. Your words are nearly drowned out by Nam-gyu’s whines that fall without abandon the moment he gets the briefest feeling of your mouth wrapped partially around him.

“Use your words. Tell her what you want.” Thanos says, voice gravely as he squeezes his hand just the slightest bit more, laughing to himself as Nam-gyu jolts off the bed at his movement. “I…” Nam-gyu’s head falls back against Thanos’ shoulder as he falls breathless, swallowing thickly as he tries to speak again. “I need y-your mouth. F-fuck pleaseeee.” He draws out the last syllable into a high creaky whine that has arousal soaking through your underwear.

He’s granted the solace of your mouth soon after he begs. Your lips wrap around the reddened tip, slowly taking him into your mouth. He wants to thrust down into your tight, warm, throat but Thanos keeps his hips pinned down, your hand replacing his as you begin to work it up and down Nam-gyu’s shaft. The room fills with the debauched sounds of your slurps and Nam-gyu’s whines.

You give him a show, pulling back every so often to spit messily down his cock before diving right back down to sink him deep into your throat. Nam-gyu thinks he’s seeing stars, his thighs tense and his toes curl as he cries out mixed babbles of your name and ‘more’.

Removing your hand from Nam-gyu’s cock, keeping your other hand planted on the bed for balance, you bring your hand to between your legs. Thankfully the shirt (really one of Thanos’) was the only thing you were wearing besides a pair of underwear. You push the thin fabric to the side. Your hands find your cunt, fingers massaging up and down your folds as you sink your mouth alllllll the way down Nam-gyu’s cock. Your eyes never leave Nam-gyu’s as he looks down at the show you’re giving him. “H-holy f-fuck…wanna fuck! Wanna feel how wet you are…” he whines, licking his lips at the thought of how wet you must be right now. Your poor cunt neglected and drooling. Fuck he needs your sweet cunt so bad. His mind is reeling with these thoughts, only serving to make him even harder.

“Yeahhh…you know she’s so fuckin’ wet. The slut loves to suck us off, I bet her pussy’s just dripping from choking on your cock.” Thanos muses, watching with a hawk like stare as you move up and down Nam-Gyu’s dick. “So fuckin’ messy, isn’t she?” The purple haired man adds, nudging the man seated in front of him to answer.

“Mhm… s-so holyfuck so fuckin messy, taking it all so well.” Nam-gyu gasps, his voice is wavering and high pitched, the sound makes your eyes flutter closed and moan around him. He can’t keep his eyes off the mess of spit that pours out from around your mouth and on the skin of his pelvis.

You sit up, pulling off his cock with a lewd ‘pop’. Nam-gyu opens his mouth to complain but doesn’t even have time to protest before your fingers are entering his mouth and his tongue is flooded with the all too familiar taste of you. He was right, you were wet, so fucking wet. Your fingers were covered in your arousal and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste. His lips wrap around your fingers and suck them into his mouth greedily, letting you push your fingers back into his mouth. Even as he gags around your fingers he doesn’t stop cleaning them, tongue swirling around the digits to get every last drop.

You can’t help but moan at the sight. He’s taking your fingers down his throat and locking eyes with you. His cock is resting hard against his abdomen, neglected and making a mess of his stomach. You pull your fingers out of his mouth and quickly move to wrap your lips around his thick cock once more.

You work yourself skillfully, taking all of him in despite the ache in your jaw. Your spit has all but coated his lower stomach but Nam-Gyu doesn’t care one bit. With every drag of your tongue along his cock he’s twitching pathetically against the bed.

“Tell her how good she’s making you feel.” Thanos rasps, thumbs running over Nam-gyu’s nipples as he rests back against Thanos’ chest.

Thanos’ words are nearly lost between the sounds of your debauched slurps and gags as you work your mouth up and down Nam-gyu’s cock. “F-fuck! S-so god damn good…best fuckin mouth.” Nam-gyu’s voice is high pitched, whiny almost, its music to your ears. It spurs you on, pulling back to spit on his cockhead.

Your wrist twists viciously, pumping up and down his thick length as your thumb collects the globs of pre-cum that leak continuously out of his slit. “Yeah?” You coo, leaning in to lock lips with him in a messy kiss. It’s full of spit, tongue and teeth. You can hear Nam-gyu pant into your mouth, shuddering each time you thumb at the crown of his cock- right under his throbbing cock head. “This what you needed baby? Jus’ needed to be taken care of?” Your words are slurred against his lips. Thanos growls at the visual in front of him, his two favorite people connected in the most filthy way.

Nam-Gyu nods frantically, letting out mixed gasps of you and Thanos name. The feeling of your mouth and hands working his cock to filth and Thanos’ fingers running up and down his torso, stoping every so often to pull at his nipples- it has him going insane. His thighs are jittering against the bed. Thanos reaches one hand up to grip at your chin and he pulls you into a sloppy kiss.

Nam-gyu doesn’t know why, normally the image would turn him on, something about watching you and Thanos make out always made his dick throb…. but now all he can think about is how your attention isn’t on him. He musters all the strength he can to pick his shaking hands up from the bed to grip at the back of your hair and yank you off of Thanos. You two pull away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you together, the shiny strand falling and cascading down your breasts.

Thanos is saying something, probably a retort or complaining about the kiss being ruined but you can’t hear him. Nam-gyu is maneuvering you back towards him, molding his lips with yours in a desperate kiss. His lips are practically twitching, soft moans and whines fill your mouth as each time your pillowy lips touch his, it sends violent electric shocks up Nam-gyu’s body. “S-so needy…” you muse through the kiss, trying to pull away to sink your mouth back on his cock, but he is chasing your lips so fervently.

You end up placing a hand to his throat, squeezing ever so gently as you push him back, the view of his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth agape is a straight up pornographic view that you know will replay in your head for days to come. Your eyebrow quirks up, your hand giving another experimental squeeze. Nam-gyu lets out a high pitched moan, one that’s so breathy you almost didn’t catch it.

“So you like getting choked, huh?” Thanos muses, punctuating his words by reaching down and beginning to jerk Nam-Gyu off. Nam-gyu winces, moaning put another choked mix of your names as his hips rut up into Thanos’ grasp. “Y’know we always call her a slut…but looks like you were just as much as one all along ‘Gyu~” Thanos teases, you get a front row view to the way Nam-gyu’s face contorts to try and bite out an insult but he can’t- not with the way you’re squeezing his throat and Thanos is pumping his cock.

Nam-gyu bites his lip, a choked breath catching in his throat but he doesn’t respond. Your grin widens, you catch Thanos eyes from where he’s sitting behind Nam-gyu. Both of you make the same movement, Thanos’ hand tightens around Nam-gyu’s cock and your hand squeezes harder at his throat. Leaning closer to Nam-gyu’s face, your lips centimeters away from his, you speak, “Answer him.”

Nam-gyu lets out a soft moan at your words, your tone something he hasn’t seen before- normally him and Thanos were the one breaking you! Never in his life did he think he’d end up here…his best friend jerking his cock while their shared girlfriend chokes him like a dominatrix. He leans forward to capture your lips once again, trying to make your dominance falter and not obeying you. It’s so hard to do with your hand holding his neck but he tries.

You laugh, it’s a cute attempt, you’ve never seen Nam-gyu so desprate. “What do you want sweet boy, ya gotta use your words..” You hum, leaning forward to spit down on his hefty cock, Nam-Gyu moans the most high pitched, creaky, downright sinful sound you’ve ever heard as he watches Thanos rub your spit up and down his cock. “F-fuck, w-wanna taste you princess, w-want you to sit on my- ohmygod- my face.”

Thanos chuckles, the sound of his best friend being so desperate makes his cock throb painfully. Thanos knows that if Nam-gyu is eating you out, your pretty little mouth would be all for him to use- the thought makes him move so fast. He lets out a small huff and releases Nam-gyu’s cock, moving out from behind him and helping to lower his fucked out form to the pillows. You look to Thanos, a scowl on your face, you wanted to make him beg more!

“Easy, give the man what he deserves…” Thanos says looking at you, an almost challenging look in his eyes. “We treat you so good, no? You get a little bit of dominance and it gets to your head?” Thanos says shuffling on the bed to wrap his hands in your hair and pull you to him. His teeth are gritted, you may be in charge or Nam-gyu but you sure as hell weren’t the most dominant one here, he would remind you of that. “‘Gyu has an issue that needs to be fixed… he was good and followed your directions, right?” You nod.

Nam-gyu tightens his grip on your thighs, rutting his hard cock up into your clothed heat. Your attention was not on him! “Fuck please!” He whines, pulling at your hips to try and slid you up his body to where he needed you. Thanos’ head turns towards Nam-Gyu, scowling at him the same way he was looking at you. “Patience. Not about to have two fucking brats here.” Thanos seethes.

Nam-gyu feels his heart and his cock jump. Is this how you feel when they ruin you? Do you get the same rush of adrenaline when they degrade you with words that verge on the tone of threatening?? If it is, fuck, he needs to have it happen more often. Nam-gyu bites his lip and nods, eyes twisting shut as he thrusts his hips back and forth, dragging his clothed cock along the warmth of your covered pussy.

“..be a good girl…” Thanos scoffs, at least Nam-gyu listened quickly, unlike you most times. He punctuates his words by tightening his grip on your hair, “..and give the needy thing what he wants.” Thanos growls, tilting his head towards Nam-gyu. You swallow, mind flipping between being a brat and obeying Thanos and giving Nam-Gyu what he wants.

But you have never seen Nam-gyu like this, you’ve never heard his voice crack, you’ve never seen him beg. So you stuff down the want to tease and test Thanos and hurriedly rid yourself of soaked lace panties you had pulled to the side. When you crawl your way up Nam-gyu’s bare chest and place your dripping cunt over his face, your thighs caging in his head his eyes are rolling back into his skull. His hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you down to his mouth with so much fervor you have no time to react.

He whines into your cunt, tongue flattening to cover the entire expanse of your pussy, covering each and everything of his tastebuds with the scribe taste of you. He doesn’t know why but he feels like he could cry, god the feeling of your pussy on his tongue was diving him mad, so soft, so sweet. “So- fuck- so god damn good…so wet.” Nam-gyu laps at your cunt, his words slurred and muffled. He pulls back to spit up at your cunt, immediately pulling you back down onto his mouth to slurp up his mess.

Your hands fly to his hair, pulling his face deeper into your pussy. He’s relentless, eating you like a man on death row who was presented his last meal. Nam-gyu’s hands tighten on your hips, the grip almost bruising as he begins to rock you back and forth over his tongue. He’s shameless, really, whining and whimpering into your sopping heat as he greedily slurps down everything you have to offer.

“Mmh…f-fuck so good…mpphh…th-thankyouthankyou…” Nam-gyu babbles below you, his voice high and whiny as you rut against his face. He places kiss after kiss on your needy clit like he’s worshiping you- and he is. You keel over, hand grasping at the headboard to keep yourself upright. He’s truly not giving you a moment to breathe, wriggling his hot tongue into the depths of your soaking walls to carve the shape of the muscle into you. His needy whines, nearing sobs now, make your mind fuzzy.

“He likes eating you out that much?” Thanos chides with a mocking laugh, you’re brought out of your pleasure induced haze. “H-huh??” You muse, blissfully confused as you rock your hips down onto Nam-gyu’s nose. You can hardly form words, your free hand grasping at Nam-gyu’s hair in a damn near painful grip. Anytime a moan falls from your lips the efforts of the man below you become more fervent, your moans only making Nam-gyu slurp harder at your cunt.

Thanos lets out a boisterous laugh seeing your disheveled state. “Not much of a dom if you’re so fucked out by him jus’ eating your pussy.” His words make your tummy burn with even more heat, your eyebrows furrow as you tried to glare at him, trying to make yourself seem more about it…but it’s so hard when Nam-gyu sucks your clit into his mouth, lips wrapping around the bud as his tongue lolls around it lazily.

The large, tattooed rapper doesn’t give you the time of day to prove your dominance. Why would he? He knows exactly how to make you melt and break with just a single move of his thick finger- any attempt at being the dominant one would be shattered just by him staring at you with his dark, hungry, stare. “Fucking look.” He hisses, gripping at your chin to move your gaze over your shoulder.

“The slut can’t even help himself..” Thanos rasps, his words nearly a growl as he places his face close to yours, his words swimming through your ears like some new street drug. “Humping the air like a dog while he eats your cunt.”

A white hot bolt of pleasure shoots through your body as Nam-Gyu moans into your pussy, the vibrations going right to your clit and only adding to the growing heat deep in your stomach. The view is so sinful you think you might just pass out by looking at it. Nam-gyu’s hips jerk up into the air, thick cock jumping against his stomach, leaking all over the dark patch of hair that’s along his pelvis. You have never seen him like this and now you’re sure it’s now one of your favorite views ever.

“And listen to him…” Thanos muses, lips tickling your ear as he lowers his head, teeth grazing at the column of your neck, “needy fuckin’ thing he is…he’s prolly’ crying into your pussy…” You whimper at the idea, Nam-Gyu broken under you, sobbing from the pleasure that he gets from solely eating you out.

It seems like Thanos words don’t only affect you, they affect Nam-gyu. He whines into your cunt, hips jutting upwards. Every needy, wanton moan is muffled by your slick pussy but you can hear they way, between slurps, how the moans only increase in volume- become more creaky- like every mouthful of your arousal is his life essence.

You feel a hand thread in your hair, pulling your face back forward. You’re met with none other than Su-bong grinning down at you, fisting his leaking cock millimeters from your face. “C’mon pretty, ain’t no way he’s ate your pussy so good your mouth is useless…” His voice is low, mocking, punctuated by his hand tightening his hand on your hair.

“S-shut the fuck- oh my god you’re so wet.” Nam-gyu can’t even finish his retort to Thanos before he’s lifting his head back up the slightest bit to slurrppp at a thick glob of your arousal that leaks from your cunt. “Shu-shut the fuck up, ‘m eating her out good.” Nam-gyu whines, looking up at Thanos with a pout on his face. “Tell me ‘m making you feel good, p-please.” Dark eyes dart back up to you, majority of his face shrouded by your thighs, pleading with you to praise his efforts.

You nod, chest heaving and nearly crying from pleasure yourself as you answer, “M-mhm, soo good, jus’ like that baby.” You praise, locking your eyes with his. At your words, his eyes roll back into your head and he slurps at your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit to suck it into his mouth. Nam-gyu is eating you out like it’s the last meal he’d ever get. It’s fucking mind numbing, tongue tracing every fold before shifting you up to push into your walls, hands rocking your hips back and forth over his nose as his tongue fucks into you- tasting every drop of arousal.

You’re brought back to earth by a harsh tug in your hair, twisting your head to look to the side. Face to face with Thanos leaking cock, you lick your lips, mouth dropping open as you eagerly take his dick. “That’s it pretty girl…” He rasps, hands pushing your head down along his shaft, wasting no time in sliding his cock into your throat, “alllll the way down, jus’ like that…” he muses, blown out eyes locked on you, watching you take all of him down your throat.

With Nam-gyu working fervently at your cunt, you’re moaning around Thanos cock immediately between the small gags that are muffled around his girth. The tattooed hand in your hair works you up and down his cock relentlessly- he knows you can take it all - he’s seen you take it all, he’s not wasting anytime. His head falls back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he lets out a deep, guttural, groan. “G-good f-fuckin girl.” Thanos praises, fingers scratching lightly at your scalp as if in a reward.

Nam-gyu doesn’t like that your attention isn’t on him. Sure he knows how to share…all of you have been doing it for years…but, right now he wants all of your attention. All of you.

He has no decision but to work harder. His hands lift you up the slightest bit, deft fingers circling your puffy cunt and collecting your arousal. The stretch of two ringed fingers fucking themselves into you has you surging forward and crying around Thanos’ cock. Nam-gyu knows your body, he’s always been attentive and observant so it makes sense that his fingers are immediately abusing that gummy spot deep inside you that has you seeing stars.

Nam-gyu is transfixed on your cunt, eyes watching as his fingers disappear into your sopping walls and reappear covered in your juices. He’s eaten you out so fervently that your folds are puffy and raw- yet he can see the way your cunt greedily sucks his fingers in. He’s lifting his head up, lips finding your clit once again as his tongue flicks at the sensitive bud. His hips are bucking wildly into the air, grinding his cock against his own stomach, a mess of precum smeared over his abdomen and staining the shirt he still had on.

“Soooo fuckinnngg goooddd~” the words are slurred against your cunt, sending vibrations throughout your pussy. You’re practically sobbing around Thanos’ cock, eyes rolling so far back you’re sure you’d be seeing your skull soon. The feeling of Nam-gyu slurping at your cunt and Thanos using your mouth, grinning down at you with that pleased smirk- it’s mind numbing.

You have to ground yourself. Your hands release themselves from Nam-Gyu’s hair to steady them on Thanos’ thighs, allowing you to take him more, tongue working eagerly at the underside of his cock. “Fuck yeah, such a good fuckin’ cock sucker ain’t ya?” Thanos praises, hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you work yourself up and down his cock.

The second Nam-Gyu feels your hands release themselves from his hair. He’s realize he’s shared enough for the night. He needs you fully. He can’t even explain the feeling that’s come over him but he needs all of you, he needs your undivided attention as if it’s the air he needs to live. He’s whining pathetically into your cunt, fingers working harder as he fucks them deeper into your tight cunt.

He hears you cry around Thanos’ cock, watching as one of your hands pulls away from his thigh and sits in the air like you’re tying to decide where to hold onto to keep yourself upright- Thanos’ thigh or Nam-gyu’s hair. Your hand moves back to Thanos’ thighs, using them to stabilize yourself as you work harder at his dick, taking him until your nose presses against the trail of hair at the base of his cock.

Not what he wants.

Nam-gyu groans in annoyance, lips sucking at your clit harder, tongue abusing your little clit. But you’re still not focused on him. Sure, you’re moaning at how good he’s making you feel, you’re grinding eagerly into his hand and mouth wanting more- but it’s not enough.

You were far too cock drunk to even realize what Nam-gyu was doing before it’s too late. He’s gripping at your hips and dragging you down his face, his torso. The position is awkward, Thanos has to move with you but you’re still sucking him off.

“Pay attention to me.” Nam-gyu whines. You pull off Thanos’ cock, hands moving to stroke his shaft while you look confused towards Nam-gyu. Is this not what he wanted?

You got your answer soon enough. He was enjoying this. This is exactly what he wanted. He just needed more. More of you.

With skilled, practiced movement he’s planting his feet on the bed and moving you down over his lap and lining his aching cock up with your pussy. He doesn’t wait before he’s sinking you all the way down onto his thick cock. Your cunt sucks him in greedily, stretching around him in the most delicious way. “F-fuck! N-nam-gyu!” Your hands have no option but to pull away from Thanos and plant themselves on Nam-gyu’s chest.

That’s it. There you are.

When Nam-gyu makes eye contact and sees your fucked out expression, lips puffy and raw from sucking thanos off, hands gripping at the fabric of his shirt that was stained with your wetness- he thinks he might just blow his load then and there. His hands grip onto your hips almost painfully.

He doesn’t work his way up to a brutal pace, oh no….he’s waited far too long for that. With his feet planted on the mattress he jackhammers his hips up into you. Each thrust bullies his cock into your cunt, echoed by the sound of skin slapping. A squeal comes from your lips as you fall back the slightest bit, hands coming to find purchase on his knees.

Each thrust jolts you upwards, giving Nam-Gyu a perfect view of your tits bouncing. The way your cunt grips him, like he’s being sucked in has his mind melting. Fuck, you always felt so good. “So fuckin’ tight. Taking me so fucking well, yeah? Tell me you like it, fuck please…tell me I’m doin good…” Nam-gyu rambles, each word is cut off by a heavy breath, a moan, a grunt- he’s practically incoherent. He’s whining. Pleading with you to give him some kind of praise.

“Uh-huh..” you babble breathlessly, one hand moving on its own to reach up and jerk off Thanos- you didn’t want to leave him out for too long, “s-so fucking good!” You cry out. It’s not enough for Nam-Gyu, he wants to take your praise to heart but he can’t focus when your one hand is not on him.

He doesn’t have all of you.

Your eyes, once screwed shut, rip themselves open when you feel Nam-gyu grab your wrist, guiding your hand up down back to him. He presses your palm down on his abdomen and trails it upwards. He guides you to caress his throat- fingers dancing along his Adam’s apple before he brings your hand to his face- nuzzling his cheek into your palm.

“N-need all of you.” He whines, teeth nipping at the skin of your palm. “H-he can get himself off.” Nam-Gyu spits, eyes darting over to Thanos. “T-touch me please….fuck I need it…” He says, his voice a pathetic tone that has you gushing around his thick cock that he grinds up into you.

Thanos wants to be angry, he wants to call Nam-Gyu out for being selfish and greedy- but truly the scene before him was one of the hottest he’s ever seen. He could easily get himself off. He scoffs and grips his cock shuffling closer to jerk himself off over your tits that bounce with the every one of Nam-gyu’s thrusts.

You turn your attention to Nam-gyu, this time fully, with one hand being held by him near his cheek you take your other hand and trail it up and down his torso, feeling each muscle tighten under your touch. “S-so fuckin’ pretty. F-fuck! Jus’ use me, fucking use me.” He pleads, fingernails biting crescent moon shapes into the plush of your hips. Gathering your strength you being to ride him, lifting your hips and slamming them back down.

“That’s it, f-fuck yes feels so fuckin good. Ride me jus’ like that.” He praises, abs tensing as you roll your hips in devious patterns that make him think your part succubus. “Oh fuck ‘m gonna cum.” Nam-gyu whines, eyes screwing shut and head tilting heavenward as he tries to hold on as long as he can- he doesn’t want this to end.

“Make a mess of him sweetheart.” Thanos urges, making you continue to ride Nam-gyu with reckless abandon despite the burning in your thighs. “Pretty pussy of yours gonna make him cum quick.”

Nam-gyu lets out a shuddering breath, one hand reaching between the two of you to thumb circles on your clit. Both of you let out high pitched moans. As he thumbs at your clit he can feel the way you tighten and twitch around him. “O-oh my f-fucking god.” He says, breathless in a sentence that was part laugh part gasp.

You’re close too. Admittedly, teasing Nam-Gyu and seeing this new side of him, seeing him so needy has had you worked up more than you cared to admit. And despite how sloppy his thrusts had become, every time you drive your hips down to meet his thrusts, the tip of his cock presses right against that sweet spot that has your body beginning to bloom with warmth.

“You gonna c-cum?” Nam-gyu looks up at you eyebrows upturned. It’s like he’s begging for you to cum, begging for the feeling of your cunt squeezing his dick like a fluttering vice. You can only nod and let out a breathless ‘uh-huh’, your eyes flicking between the sweet view of Nam-Gyu under you, fucked out and eyes watering and then towards Thanos- lip caught between his teeth as his hand furiously works against his dick.

Normally he wouldn’t be content with just himself, just his own hand. But the way Nam-Gyu is practically sobbing your name, letting out babbled praises of your cunt like it’s a nirvana he keeps driving into with each thrust and the way you are fucking him to tears- the man he normally dominates you with- diminished to a whining mess. Oh yeah. It’s his personal porn. He loves it. “You’re fuckin’ him stupid, ridin’ him so good.” Thanos mumbles as your eyes connect.

“F-fuck no. E-eyes on me. Wanna see your face when you cum.” Nam-gyu says through gritted teeth, a shaky hand reaching up to grab your chin and force you to look at him. “I’m so close, p-pretty. Wanna cum inside s-so fuckin bad, pleaseeee.” The last word is drawn out, syllables jolting with the violent upwards thrust of his cock into your sopping heat.

“Yes! I-inside!” It’s a broken plea, but it’s all he needs before he’s sobbing out your name, head kicking back on the pillows as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. Nam-gyu’s thumb works overtime at your clit, spreading the mess of your arousal around the puffy bud. “G-gonna f-fill you up, ohmygod, so fuckin good for me. Fuck thankyouthankyouthankyou.” Slurred words fall from his lips in nearly incoherent whines as he cums.

You can feel every thick rope of his cum fill you up, coating your insides and leaving his mark for anyone else who would dare to fuck you other than him or Thanos (not that you would ever- you love them too much). It’s so much that it seeps out of you, puddling at the base of his dick and creating thick white strings every time you lift yourself back up and down to fuck him through his orgasm.

The sinful visual that plays in front of Thanos and his hand working his aching cock sends him over the edge soon after Nam-Gyu cums. The warmth of his release hits your chest, marking you in a warm sticky web of white. His head is tipped back towards the ceiling, strings of expletives falling from his lips as he milks himself for every last drop he has, savoring the feeling and the visual of the image before him.

Of course, you can’t hold on either- you cum in succession with the two males. It hits you hard, lighting up your body in a white hot heat. “Y-yeah that’s it, fuck yes, cum all over this fuckin’ cock.. need to feel you fuck, please.” Nam-gyu nearly sobs, hands gripping at the plush fat of your hips to slam you down his cock. Your release gushes out of you, making even more of a mess between the two of you, a slick schlick schlick schlick sound echos as Nam-Gyu tries his best to fuck you through your orgasm despite his own overstimulation.

Your body vibrates, “Oh fuck!!”, it’s a broken cry as you ride out your orgasm, chest heaving. When you come down, breath evening out, you look down at Nam-Gyu then over to Thanos. Thanos chuckles breathlessly, the hand that wasn’t jerking himself off reaches up to brush your hair that was matted to your face with sweat. “He fuck you good, sweets?”

You laugh, nodding and letting out a tired ‘mhm’. Nam-Gyu lets out a sigh that shifts into a soft chuckle, hand coming to slap your ass in praise for your work. “Fuck….” He breathes, “thank you, pretty.” His dark eyes turn back down towards you. Nam-gyu’s hands run up your ass to find purchase on the small of your back, pulling you forward.

You squeal and place your hands on his chest, trying to fight his pull of you into him. “I’m all covered in cum! C’mon let me shower first and then we can cuddle.” You protest. It’s for nothing, Nam-Gyu is much stronger than you and pulls you down into his chest with ease. You can feel the mess of Thanos’ cum on your chest smear between you and Nam-gyu as you’re laid on top of him, back arched as you lay down fully.

“When has being covered in cum ever been a problem?” Nam-gyu says placing soft kisses on your shoulder. “Plus, it only makes sense to shower after we’re done.” Thanos says, shifting on the bed- you can feel him but can’t see him.

“H-huh?” You ask confused, you guys definitely all just finished. Jokes on you for ever thinking they be satiated with just one release.

Large tattooed hands palm at the globes of your ass, pushing up and spreading you wide for him, “S-Subong!” The surprise movement taking you so off guard that his real name falls from your lips. You can hear a chuckle reverberate from behind you.

Thanos watches as Nam-gyu’s release drips out of you into thick, creamy white globs. He can’t help himself, he’s burring his face into your cunt, tongue diving deep and lapping at Nam-gyu’s cum that coats your insides. You jolt against Nam-Gyu who only chuckles in your ear and tightens his grip, holding you still for the purple haired man.

“Oh we’re far from done. ‘Gyu here was fuckin’ selfish and I’m getting my fill of you.”

Hi loves 🥺🥺🥺 missed you guys!!! I hope you guys enjoy this again I am SOOOOOO sorry for being inactive. I’m still writing for squid games and working (very slowly) through requests.

Thank you guys for your continued support even with my inactivity. It literally means the world and is the reason I have the willpower to comeback and write!!! Love yall !! - <3 kiwi

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Sonic the Hedgehog: Winter Jam

Welcome back everyone to Sonic the Hedgehog: Winter Jam... in the middle of spring. I had stated this somewhere else, but the reason I'm not doing these Analyzer posts (or the fanfic chapters) as often as I probably should was because of some health issues and while I feel better now, I'm still dealing with some stuff, so thank you for your patience. I can also assure you that the next chapter of Sonic Cyber Revolution and maybe even With Light In My Heart will be coming out this week.

Of course, if you guys aren't interested in an AU where Sonic and his friends are digital anomalies based on their video game counterparts and saving the day from all kinds of threats or a Sonadow story taking place Post-Frontiers/Post-Sonic X Shadow Generations, that's also fine, because we have a fun story ahead of us. X3

We kick off with Eggman staring at his monitor, with Orobot and Cubot noting how he's been working for days...

...watching reality TV?

Well, I guess that's a way to spend your time. God knows how much time I spent in front of the TV watching Takeshi's Castle... and now I want Sonic and his friends go through an episode of Takeshi's Castle. Thank you, Iasmin Omar Ata, for writing this.

Anyways, speaking of reality TV, we also find several characters showing up on the monitors, such as Barry, the Conductor and his wife (The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog) and Gadget and Ian Jr. (Sonic Forces). It's nice to see them have the time of their lives for once without being menaced by Eggman's robots.

Unfortunately, we don't know Eggman's opinion on reality TV, but we do know what Orbot thinks of them. He believes that the people in them compete over useless things and how Eggman's been obsessing over them, which means that he and Cubot have their work getting piled up... Okay, is it just me or is this the most menacing, raw emotional that Orbot has ever looked? Because that one panel of him stewing in anger is pretty cool.

Cubot then points out how Eggman told them that this was ''research'' to break Sonic, with Orbot noting how he won't leave that chair until he's satisfied. Ah, so Eggman's suffering from writer's block (or is it mad scientist's block?). I can relate to that.

Also, hi Mecha Sonic Mark III. We haven't seen you since Sonic Adventure.

Orbot and Cubot then take a look at some of the ideas Eggman put on the wall, having a Pinky and the Brain moment as they get inspired by them.

We then cut to Green Hill, where Sonic is relaxing with Tails, Amy, Cream, Cheese, Big, Rouge and Omega.

It is all fun and games, until a Giant Chopper shows up, with Sonic nervously pointing at it.

The Giant Chopper then promptly eats them and swims off into the distance.

Roll credits.

Jokes aside, they're not dead, although that was a pretty novel way to kidnap all of them. Instead, they get dropped in some kind of dark room, having no clue what's going on.

The lights turn on, blinding them, with Orbot and Cubot announcing how they have been kidnapped to participate in Orbot and Cubot's Winter Jam.

Side-note, I love how Cubot taped eye-brows, it's really hilarious.

As the Badniks cheer them on, Cubot continues the speech about how the contestants will be put through trials, with the winner taking an amazing prize:

It's a Chaos Emerald!

Also, I may have lost the count, but I believe that so far, we only saw three Chaos Emeralds being found since the whole Metal Virus fiasco - one being taken by Rouge when Rough and Tumble teamed up with her and Tangle, the other being taken by Sonic and Tails and this being the third one. You may correct me on this.

Sonic and co. are not too thrilled about this, wondering if this is another trap, and Omega is about to blast his way out. Orbot and Cubot have an ''Oh, no!'' moment, and quickly quell Omega's bloodthirst by promising that he can fight against a brand-new, big, bad Badnik. Omega finds this acceptable, and I'm already laughing my ass off. This is promising to be good.

Cubot wants them to break into teams of three, probably as a reference to Sonic Heroes, but Orbot reminds him that they lack two members.

We then get a brief flashback of Shadow just glaring at the two when they attempt to ask him whether he'd join the competition and another flashback of Knuckles throwing them off Angel Island Team Rocket-style. I really wish we could've seen how that conversation went. I guess it's no wonder they outright kidnapped the rest of contestants.

In any case, after a short break, we everyone divided into teams of two - Team Sonic, consisting of Sonic and Tails; Team Dark, consisting of Rouge and Omega; Team Rose, consisting of Amy, Cream and Cheese; and Team Big, consisting of Big and Froggy.

I also love how there's a disclaimer about how all of the cast members agreed to filming. Sure, kidnapping the cast members is a-okay, but we draw the line at filming them without their consent.

We start of with Scene Jam!, where the contestants have to create a chill holiday party vibe. Tails has already the plans out to make this perfect, but Sonic decides to use his super speed to get it done quickly, getting caught in Big's fishing hook and just stumbling all over the place getting caught in the fairy lights. Love how Tails is just done with his brother's hijinks.

Rouge and Omega have better plans, with Rouge deciding to just steal the Chaos Emerald, while Omega serves as a distraction. Omega crafts some really neat wreath pieces... then promptly locks on Orbot and Cubot, with Rouge getting blown away by the explosion from behind.

Their side collapses, leaving them all buried in the rubble after Omega's antics. Meanwhile, Team Rose is doing quite well for themselves, making pastries and a cake... out of veggies? I don't think I'd want to taste that, but hey, it does look nice. Okay, let's just give these two the win and move on.

During the interview, Sonic does feel bad about costing him and Tails the win. Rouge is annoyed that Omega cost her stealing the Chaos Emerald with his antics, while Omega gives her the most deadpan response about her judgement possible. Cream is promising that she will make a whole feast just like that cake, with Amy just giving everyone a nervous look. As for Big, he's just happy that he can have fun.

Next is Snowball Jam!, with the goal being to get an Eggman Doll to the finish line without it getting damaged by the other teams. We get a brief comment from Sonic on how creepy they look before turning to Team Rose as they attempt to escape the barrage of snowballs Omega is sending after them, managing to damage the Eggman Doll.

Next we have Team Sonic, with Sonic being confident that his super speed can get them the win, and while he avoids the snowballs, the Eggman Doll still get shredded because it can't handle his super speed. Team Big just gives up, not even wanting to deal with this, giving Team Dark an easy win.

We go back to the interview room, with Sonic slowly losing his mind over losing the competition and Tails asking Orbot to cut this part out. Orbot's like ''Nope!'', and let's be honest, if there's one thing that viewers like, it's the drama behind the scenes. That, and it's always good to see Sonic show more raw emotion.

Rouge and Omega are happy about their victory, Cream and Amy are fine since they gave their best, while Big notices that Froggy is kinda acting strange.

We have a time skip through several other challenges, with everyone being exhausted and completely done with this nonsense. The next challenge is Sculpt Jam!, where they have to create the best ice sculpture.

Sonic and Tails, despite being tired, still give their best, creating a really cute sculpture of both of them, being a reference to their Classic versions. The issue they run into, however, are the fact that they also sculpted the noodle limbs, causing the legs to crack and the whole thing to break down.

Sonic can only stare in shock as he falls on his knees, completely defeated in both mind and spirit. Orbot then comments how Eggman may have been onto something with this reality TV stuff if Sonic can break down like this.

While Team Dark and Team Rose are doing their own thing, Big is still confused by why Froggy is acting strange, only to for the frog to suddenly fire a laser blast at the ice block, creating a sculpture of a rather shapely Dr. Eggman holding the Chaos Emerald.

Orbot and Cubot panic, because let's be real, I doubt that Froggy should be capable of doing this.

They then reveal that Froggy is actually a production plant, much to everyone's shock (and Sonic's exasperation, although that may be because Amy's hugging him), while Rouge is trying to quietly sneak away. I do love how even the Badniks are shocked by this.

Cubot explains how Froggy wasn't captured, so they had to improvise and how this is the ''big, bad Badnik'' they used to bait Omega, which I find hysterical that they get called out on it.

Omega immediately locks on and just destroys the entire arena, while Rouge swipes the Chaos Emerald.

Eggman appears, pissed off about the ruckus, while Orbot and Cubot turn to the ''PRESS IF HECKED UP'' button.

This button launches all the contestants out of the Egg Base straight back into Green Hill, with Sonic once again face-planting and getting hit by the Chaos Emerald.

Eh, at least Big is happy that he found the real Froggy.

Tails notes how all's well that ends well, which makes more sense to be said in this kind of environment than a flooded Station Square, while Rouge notes how this was the most annoying way of getting a Chaos Emerald. Honestly, I thought it was hilarious.

Amy figures it was worth it, as we see Green Hill covered in snow and decorated. I assume that those are the remains of the Winter Jam, sent flying along with them. Sonic doesn't care, wanting to enjoy the moment while it lasts.

We then get a nice image of everyone playing in the snow, before cutting back to Eggman, who is annoyed that this was the culmination of all of his research.

He calls it garbage, deletes and destroys all of his ideas and Orbot and Cubot give each other a thumbs up, happy they got him to be more productive than just stare at the TV the whole day.

All in all, Winter Jam was pure hilarity and I loved seeing Sonic and co. being put through reality TV challenges just to see how they'd handle it, with a special shout-out to Sonic's nervous breakdown after losing his challenges.

With this, we end The Misadventures Arc, and while technically Fang the Hunter should be next on the list, it technically serves as a prequel to Sonic Superstars and I want to, for now, go through the main story instead of the Classic one.

In other words, our next arc is The Phantom Rider Arc, and I am excited to get into that one!

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*I'm going on a short vacation soon and I hope I'll clear my head a little) Today is my first day off in a few months, I was sitting in a cafe and saw an elderly couple, where the woman was adjusting her husband's cap and looking at her husband with special love) This scene inspired me to write this sketch) English isn't my native language, errors may occur)*

A Quiet Moment in the Cabin

The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of Buggy’s cluttered cabin, casting long, golden stripes across the papers, maps, and half-drunk coffee cups littering the desk. It was quieter than usual. No crashing, no shouting, no wild laughter from the crew outside.

Just him. And you.

Buggy stood in front of the small mirror on the wall, grumbling to himself, trying to tie his signature scarf and failing spectacularly.

"This is the third time it’s come out lopsided. This thing’s possessed," he muttered, yanking it loose with too much frustration.

You leaned against the doorway, arms folded, watching him with a soft smile. Your eyes were tired, but there was warmth there, a quiet affection that never faded, no matter how long or chaotic the day had been.

"Want some help, drama king?" You asked gently.

Buggy turned to you with a frown that melted almost instantly at the sight of you.

"Only if you promise not to make fun of me, my jelly bean."

"No promises," you teased, stepping into the room.

You moved closer, your fingers already reaching for the scarf in his hands. Buggy stood still as you tucked the fabric under his collar, smoothing it out with quiet precision.

You both were so close. The scent of clown pirate - bit of salt, smoke, something spicy, wrapped around you like the scarf you were now fixing. Your fingers brushed against his throat, lingering a little longer than necessary, and Buggy tilted his head down to watch your hands work.

"You always tie it better than me," he murmured, his voice was lower now, more intimate.

"That’s because I’m better at everything," you said lightly, biting back a smile.

Buggy raised a brow. "Everything, huh?"

"Mhm." Your hands finished tying the knot neatly. "Especially at keeping you from looking like a feral clown who just fell out of a cannon."

"Rude." Buggy grinned, stepping closer, his hands now resting on your hips. "Accurate. But rude."

You looked up at him, close now, heart-thumpingly close, your faces only inches apart. Your tiredness was still there, but so was that little flicker of light Buggy always chased in you. The one only he got to see.

Buggy leaned in, brushing his nose gently along your jawline.

"You’re tired, Y/N," he whispered. "I can see it."

"Yeah." You nodded slowly. "A bit."

"But you still came to help me. Why’s that, sweetheart?"

"Because you looked like you were going to strangle yourself with your own wardrobe," you replied, resting your hands on his chest.

Buggy laughed softly, and his laughter was low and warm.

Then his lips found the corner of your mouth. A lazy kiss, one without urgency, like Buggy just wanted to linger there, feel you close.

"I can help you relax, you know," he whispered against your skin. "I have… techniques."

You let out a quiet snort. "Does this technique involve pulling me into your lap and pretending you’re not behind on five different reports?"

"That’s one of them, yeah." Buggy's fingers slid under the hem of your shirt just slightly, thumbs brushing over your skin. "Could also demonstrate the ancient art of 'desk napping while spooning.'"

You laughed softly, finally letting your forehead rest against his.

For a moment, there were no responsibilities, no noise, no exhaustion, just you and him swaying slightly in the quiet cabin.

"You’re so warm," you murmured.

"And harming," Buggy added.

"Unbearably."

"And very kissable."

You looked up at him, smiling at last, the kind of smile that softened everything in the room.

"Alright, clown. One kiss."

"Make it count," Buggy whispered before pulling you in again, slow and deep and just right.

And for a little while, in the middle of the messy cabin, in the arms of the most chaotic man alive, you finally felt okay again.

And that was enough.

[monotonesmile]

Hi wanted say thank you for part and I'm thinking requesting a RIse Donnie x from turtle reader and I'm thinking the turtle still be red ear and I'm thinking it be like opposites attract?

Opposites Attract

[Donnie X Fem!Turtle!Reader]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Headcanons, Fluff]

[Notes: The purple autistic man, the urple turtle, dancey man. I tried, he’s the hardest for me to write.]

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[First Meeting]

All Donnie had wanted to do was walk around the Hidden City underneath Manhattan, his brothers were exploring their own areas while he was walking around a small yet bustling shopping district, drinking some drink he bought at a stand, it was honestly delicious, no regrets.

Donnie was making his way through the small shopping area when he accidentally bumped into another person, causing his drink to spill, much to his dismay as he stared at the fallen cup, but when a voice took him out of his thoughts, he looked up to see another turtle, but definitely not one of his brothers.

The other turtle, who he already clocked as female, was apologizing to him despite the fact that he was the one to bump into her as he wasn’t looking when they collided, but she still apologized to him, which he had begrudgingly accepted the apology before quietly apologizing as well for bumping into her. Though he did lose his drink, which is annoying.

She had winced when she saw the spilled drink on the ground, rubbing the back of her neck, she offered to buy him a new drink because he spilled his and it was partially her fault, which Donnie didn’t really think about it much before agreeing, because hey, free drink, win win.

So, they head on back to where Donnie bought his drink, which was a little cafe, paying for his new drink and even buying him something to eat from the cafe, which Donnie didn’t mind, it was free food, and she was still be apologetic, so might as well indulge himself.

It was actually kinda nice to have someone to talk to while he was walking around the shopping district, she was actually listening to his rambling about his most recent inventions, even as the two separated and went their separate ways, he’s can think to himself and believe he had a rather nice time with her despite her more boisterous behavior, it was almost like a breath of fresh air away from his brothers and stress, maybe they’ll meet again.

[Falling in love]

Donnie is definitely slow to fall in love with anyone, he doesn’t usually experience many romantic feelings, so if he does actually end up falling for you, count yourself lucky because you are going to be in for one hell of a ride.

He honestly wouldn’t act much different after he realized that he likes her, nothing changes so it’d be very difficult to tell if he has a crush unless you know him really well, he’ll still act like the sassy and smart mouth that he is, but it’s the subtle things that shift when he ends up with a crush.

Some of the small details that change about Donnie is that he’d be even more interested in her hobbies than he already was, he’ll end up listening to her ramble about the things she loves for hours and he won’t say a word to make her stop. Another thing is that he’s more open to her outgoing and loud personality, his twin is about the same way, he’s used to the boisterous attitude.

But when it comes to finally confessing, Donnie is without a doubt, horrible at it as it requires him to show his true self to a person, and it is nerve wracking for him, even if he’s planned it all out, her outgoing and bubbly personality will always be jarring to him despite it being the main reason he feels the way he does, it makes him stumble over his word, but eventually, he gets his act together and confesses.

And is overjoyed, not that he’ll show it, when she returns his feelings and is just as flustered as he is about it.

[Dating]

Now onto the fun stuff.

Donnie is rather chill in a relationship, he doesn’t see any reason in changing how he acts just because you’re dating now, you already liked each other for just acting the way you usually do, why would you change it now?

Though, he’s definitely more open to being touched by her now, originally he would limit touch to a pat on the shoulder or the occasional brush against the shoulder, but now he’s happy to hold hands or her holding onto the sleeve of one of his hoodies, he doesn’t mind it much now, but he would still like his boundaries to be respected.

When it inevitably comes to confrontations, Donnie is perfectly fine letting her deal with it as she’s far more comfortable with speaking than he is, it’s not that he’s scared of confronting people, he just finds dealing with ignorant and immature people incredibly annoying and would rather avoid it if he can. So he just lets her deal with it.

Donnie actually enjoys having someone that will listen to his insane ramblings at three in the morning, Leo can only handle so much insomnia rambles, but now Donnie has a girlfriend that will happily sit up throughout the hours of the night listening to him as he tinkers in his lab, but even he knows that they have to sleep eventually, and he’ll let her pull him away from his work when he grows sluggish so they can go sleep.

He tolerates sleeping in the same bed together, he doesn’t mind it, sometimes it’s nice to have someone to wake up too, but he also wants to be alone some nights, and that’s perfectly okay, they both understand if one or the other don’t want to sleep in the same bed, she can sleep in her home or in the spare bedroom.

Congratulations, you are now subjected to his amazing dancing and music, you will be dancing with him, whether it’s fast paced or a slow dance, you’re dancing together. He doesn’t have the gamer tag of Bootyyyshaker9000 for nothing after all.

[General Romantic Headcanons]

Donnie likes to have his head rubbed like a cat, he will churr the entire time you’re petting him, it is one of the few times he’s really touchy, sometimes it’s just nice to feel loved, so pet the turtle.

He might ask you if you could check in his shell after a fight with a villain, or when he feels insecure about the scars left behind after the Kraang invasion, but it’s a big sign of trust from Donnie, he hates feeling vulnerable so be gentle and reassure him that he’s going to be okay.

He enjoys cuddling, he likes being held, it does not matter if you’re busy, he’ll plop down onto you if he wants attention, it’s something he and Leo share, but it needs to be on his terms, much like a cat.

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[Masterlist]

[phoenixglacier]

5.6 Paralogism Archon Quest Interlude Chapter: Act IV

This quest has single-handedly made me happier than anything.

Spoilers for literally everything below.

The 5.6 update has just come out, and with it came the new Archon Quest in Mondstadt!

I’ll start by saying I super super enjoyed it and was also super super looking forward to it. (This is not an unbiased review)

Some notes before we begin:

I play CN dub and EN sub. Always have and always will. It’s a personal preference, but also because mandarin is my second language so I can understand quite a bit. (Fun fact: the dub and sub have quite a bit of difference even in the basic meaning.)

I’ve been in and out of genshin, but I first started back in 1.6.

It’s completely possible that anyone might not have enjoyed this quest for any reason — rather than a review, these are just thoughts I need to get out of my head.

Thoughts in no particular order:

It took just under 3 hours for me to finish the whole thing. There are enough opportunities to pause and take breaks, and most of the fighting isn’t intensive, and the dialogue doesn’t just infodump on you. All in all nice pacing for me!

Dahlia’s relationship with Venti was surprisingly exactly what I was fantasising; he’s close friends with Venti and fully aware of his silly little personality, and it only makes his faith in Barbatos all the more stronger. I think lots of people (Jean, Diluc, Kaeya) love their archon even more when they can see him as a person, so it’s so fun that Dahlia is in the same boat while having an even stronger faith.

The way they kept locking eyes really sold how close of a relationship they have. And then their silly little conversation where both of them danced around Venti’s true identity and teased each other was also super adorable. I look forward to learning more about Dahlia – he seems so professional and also cheeky.

Dahlia running messages for Venti was also something predicted beforehand, but I was so excited to see it come true!

They jumped straight into the trial, which was pretty awesome! That way I wasn’t anxiously waiting through gameplay for something to go wrong out of nowhere. I think putting it at the beginning also showed they teased the right part, since that way we pretty much all started out with similar information whether we watched the trailer or not.

Kaeya did a great job as the defence. Earlier when the trailer dropped, I found it interesting that he was the one taking on that role, since it’s not really his thing? Kaeya’s job usually involves intel, infiltration, negotiation… in particular, I thought he might be up there to buy time, like maybe the whole trial was a diversion. So when it was revealed that Kaeya was performing an elaborate façade the entire time, it was really personally satisfying because it matched up with my thoughts. It was the same with Albedo: the trailer seemed like it was leaning fully into him being evil, so I did guess he was putting on some sort of performance too — he does like to act a little evil sometimes. For enrichment.

While I listened to Hertha and her evidence, I kept thinking “The evidence looks really bad for Albedo, but also isn’t conclusive evidence at all.” Her behaviour and the behaviour of the rest of the knights really made me feel that it was strange she was so set on persecuting him. I was already imagining that maybe it wasn’t really her, because she was acting so dramatically. The payoff was super sweet!

Knowing that this update was coming, I rewatched Act I of Albedo’s story quest, 1.2’s The Chalk Prince and the Dragon, and 2.3’s Shadows Amidst Snowstorms to be updated on the whole story beforehand. As a result, my understanding of everything they said during the quest was pretty smooth — I can’t be objective about how smooth it would’ve been otherwise. That being said, I like how they explained things as they came up too!

Pacing felt pretty good for me! I preferred this style of going back and forth between objectives and dialogue in shorter intervals. I personally hope they do this more in the future!

They brought in absolutely all the characters, which made me so happy! I play Genshin for the characters after all! Of course we had our major cast, but I was super happy that characters like Bennett also had their moments. It also felt super appropriate since it was a Mondstadt-wide situation. It was also really fun to see them mixing up the pairings a bit, with Lisa teaching Razor, Eula going with Klee, Amber teaming with Mika, and so on. It really sold the idea that our characters have lives and connections outside of what we are privy to, instead of just convenient pairs. It also seemed like a way to show that these characters aren’t isolated anymore and are becoming a tight community of people.

Speaking of community! Mondstadt has grown so much closer and trusting than way back in the Prologue. From Diluc working together with the knights, to Albedo freely trusting them with his biggest secret, to everyone knowing about the personal lives of NPCs, it really seemed like they’d become so much stronger than before by strengthening their trust. 

People pointed out the presence of Donna way back in the trailer and joked that she was only here to watch Diluc — another awesome payoff! I also liked that they brought up her crush enough that it was okay if you didn’t really know her before. The same with Beatrice and Quinn. It was made so special because we’ve known their stories for so long, but the story was understandable without it too.

In terms of more characters I didn’t expect, all that Durin talk definitely made me think about Mini Durin. I figured they had decided not to bring him up, so seeing Mini Durin show up really blew my expectations out of the water.

I will say that unlike all the Shadows Amidst Snowstorms references, I can’t imagine anyone would understand Mini Durin’s situation without having visited Simulanka (4.8 Summertide Scales and Tales). I really hope they decide to bring back all the events someday. 

The tease of Durin’s human form completely caught me off-guard! I’m so excited to see what they’ll do with him. Maybe when he comes out as a playable character, they’ll make Simulanka a proper permanent quest in some form..?

I love Venti so much. So much. And this quest did him so much justice. It was established way back in the Archon Quest Prologue and his Story Quest that Venti constantly switches between “Venti mode” and “Archon mode”. Miaojiang’s voice acting makes that difference really beautiful. In “Venti mode”, Venti purposefully plays up his weakness, ego, love for drinks, and all-round puts on a face as a bard of no particular threat. It’s an act, one that Venti really likes playing, but an act nonetheless. This quest showcased this really well! Venti was involving himself so much and using his godly powers, and then putting on an act to hide his identity when he thought he needed it.

The extent of Venti’s involvement also felt really warranted. The knights clearly felt they had it handled, so all he did was give them support in specific ways and make sure to keep an eye on everything going on. It’s a type of archonly oversight that just feels so comforting. It’s also funny that between Venti and Jean, Venti can’t possibly succeed in teasing her.

I imagine both Albedo and Kaeya would have felt really happy that they officially have the blessing of Barbatos (per the wind communication spell)

More gameplay things: I really like setting up the story so that Lumine doesn’t always have to be involved in every little thing, such as when Diluc and Kaeya were on the bridge. The trial characters were a neat bridge to achieve that, but I do wish they let us choose to use our own characters too if we had them built!

That beautiful still art of Venti, Varka, and the Hexenzirkel really struck me because they used Venti’s modern outfit instead of his archon look. And it felt like it all just kept teasing more and more information. Albedo navigating the Hexenzirkel like a big, complicated extended family was awesome. Just listening to him negotiate with Alice while calling her Āyí made me feel things. Him ultimate referring to the whole situation as “just another day for his family” and calling Durin his brother were perfect.

More bits and pieces here, but I like the angle they took for Albedo’s pursuit of science. To my understanding, he believes in “Knowledge for the sake of knowledge”, while at the same time, being conscious of the consequences of acting carelessly. In other words, he doesn’t inherently aim to better the world with his science, nor does he believe there are inherent consequences to doing drastic things like creation. But he also doesn’t ignore the possibility of causing harm. It’s not my personal approach to science, but it’s very reasonable and very congruent with his character.

I can’t possibly cover absolutely everything, but Eula deserves a mention. I was wondering why she wasn’t speaking up about our experience in Shadows Amidst Snowstorms during the trial, and thought it might be because she’s worried her reputation as a Lawrence would just cast further suspicion, but it turns out she was part of the plan all along. I love how panicked she was when she lost Klee. I love how she happily played along with Klee after that. I love how a subtle signal from her was all Amber needed to know exactly what she wanted. I love how when Amber heard Eula kept it all a secret, she was so proud of her secret-keeping abilities instead of being upset. Also shout-out to Diluc saying that he could tell Kaeya wasn’t acting right, and continuing the trend of protecting him. They clearly still have a ways to go, but it feels like young adult awkward distance to me.

Bringing up pacing again, but I really liked the pace that they gave us info. Nothing is in a huge chunk, and everything is enough to understand what’s happening, and Paimon validates us when we’re not supposed to know something. We’re told as soon as it’s revealed that all of this was a setup and now we have to defend the city, and then between fights and dialogues they explain the details of the plan to us, which made all of it way more enjoyable. Later when Albedo mentioned that Gold devoured Naberius, Paimon’s reaction let me know I was supposed to feel confused, which immediately made the experience comfortable.

Also what do you mean Gold ate the Ruler of Life. Albedo. What is wrong with your family.

I think it’s very fitting that Albedo looks a little crazed and perfect trailer bait when he’s creating a new body for Durin — it’s when he most resembles his mother, after all. Also, he is very unrepentant about killing several whoppers. Mondstadt is lucky he’s one of them.

Also Venti in his sniper's nest never happened, trailer blatantly lied to us. But something I thought about when I saw him up there with his bow was that Venti actually gets involved in his people's business super quickly, but rarely through combat. At the time, I thought him showing up in public in combat mode showed how dire the situation was. But instead, the threat was so adequately contained by the knights that Venti didn't have to bust out combat mode at all, and instead helped out in his usual Barbatos way (and a little more!)

Closing thoughts:

I was so excited leading up to this update that it nearly scared me. A part of me thought, if I have such high expectations, what if it can’t meet my expectations anymore? I even speedran the whole Natlan quest over the course of four days so that I would be ready for anything in this quest, and I had a lot of issues with it. I had built the Mondstadt quest up in my mind to be this huge thing — thankfully, it delivered with flying colours. The singular only thing that would have made it better is if Venti sang a song.

Based on the recent behind the scenes where the developers talked about Nod-Krai but also a lot about their process in general, I feel like returning to Mondstadt was likely part of their plan to wrap up all the plot threads they’ve put out from the beginning. They seem to be listening to things that the players have said about missing pieces of information or certain technologies being too jarring. The return to Mondstadt was handled beautifully, and felt like coming home to see everyone stronger together.

I wrote this because I’m still bursting with excitement from the quest and need to speak to someone about this, so into the void it goes.