#it was more cerebral earlier believe it or not. i <3 exploring power exchanges

[toxintouch]

Kinktober speedrun time! I actually wasn't using a specific prompt list when I started writing this one so I guess it's filling the spot of the free day on this list I found that came from inside the fandom. Further details below the cut so that the above the cut stays safe for anyone who is just scrolling through!

18+ Content MDNI || Dom!Mhin x Reader

PROMPT/KINK(S): Dom!Mhin, overstimulation + a little brat taming (as a treat) + coming multiple times/just from penetration (which is completely not possible for most people but what are we here for if not to fantasize?)

OTHER INFO: "You" pronouns used for MC/Reader. Unspecified genitalia (for both). Does Mhin have a dick?  Does Mhin have a strap?  Do they have something else going on entirely?  I have kindly allowed you to decide, dear reader.  Reader's situation is similarly vague but they are the receiving partner in penetrative sex.

“This is what you needed the whole time, huh?”  You can't find your voice well enough to answer.  Not that they're expecting you to; you haven't said anything intelligible for the past twenty minutes.

“Acting like a brat all week.  But you start behaving once you get some dick in you.  Not sure why I wasted my time ‘lecturing’ you when you just needed a good fuck.”  You moan out a mindless sound of agreement, arching your back into their thrusts.  You’ll agree to whatever degradation they'd like so long as they don't stop.

Mhin fucks like they hunt.

Lithe and powerful, every movement precise.  Each effortless, wet slide is an equal measure of exquisite and purposeful. They grind into you, rutting against your sweet spot relentlessly until you can't see straight. You cum again, whimpering disjointed praise into the musky sheets.  

They grant you mercy for a beat.  Long enough for you to catch your breath, for legs to stop shaking and the aftershocks to begin to abate. You can feel their keen eyes sweeping over your form, performing a mental check in.

Deciding if you can take more or if they're satisfied with the mess they've made of you, lube and saliva and cum dripping down your thighs.

Then they're fucking into you again, brutally gratifying and searingly, overwhelmingly good.  You try to squirm away, overstimulated, but their hands grip both of your thighs, yanking you back harshly, keeping you speared open for them.  Their chest pushes into your back as they force you into the mattress, using their body weight to gain leverage, fuck you deeper, their hips pressed firmly into your ass.

“You're not going anywhere until I've fucked the reckless behavior out of you.”

You thrash on instinct, the pleasure sharp like a knife edge, too hot and insistent and all consuming to be bearable.  It feels–too good, too much–you can't tolerate it–you can't force yourself to stay still and accept the onslaught even though you want to.  

When Mhin fucks you like this, it’s a punishing grind–they’re not thrusting so much as they are abusing the place inside of you that makes you see stars, sets off a chain reaction of pleasure in your core that you can feel throbbing at the apex of your thighs. Your world threatens to narrow down to just this sensation, the push and pull of ecstasy that Mhin is giving you.  You want to allow it to happen; let your mind empty, let your bitterness and your fight fall away. You both know you need that, and you both know you can't get there without Mhin holding you down.

Mhin wrenches the next orgasm out of you, the pleasure stretching out for long, slow seconds as you lose track of time, lose track of the absolutely lurid noises you're making.  It's a release beyond just the physical. A head rush you can't quite explain. Liquid reverie flowing through your veins. Mhin's touch is comforting as you come down. Gentle, strong hands helping you shuffle out of the wet patch below you, laying you on your back.  Their hands wander, pressing firmly into your strained muscles and mapping your body like you're their new favorite anatomical diagram, idly tracing the unique features of your skin usually hidden by your clothes.

You lean into their touch, humming contently. “You're so sweet like this,” Mhin murmurs, falling lax against you.  They weigh more than you'd expect based off of their slim frame, but it's a comforting weight. You feel soft and pliant with their eyelashes brushing against your cheeks.  They move in to press their lips to yours, coaxing your mouth open for several deep, molasses kisses. 

“...Makes me want a taste.”

Their mouth travels down, pausing at the places they know are the most sensitive before hovering above your sex.

You dig your fingers into the sheets with shaking arms and hold on tight.

A/N: Mhin’s biggest kink is brat taming (via: overstim esp) & I will not accept criticism on this (/lh) mhin gets off on getting other ppl off until they are incoherent. they like the feeling of control. thank u for coming to my ted talk

18+ Master List | SFW Master List ✦Kinktober Speedrun on Ao3

[inhumansforever]

The Royals #3 Review

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The history of House Boltagon is turned on its head in this truly bizarre third installment of The Royal Family’s venture into the stars.  From the creative team of Al Ewing, Thony Silas, G Will Robinson and Jim Charalampidis.  Full recap and review following the jump.

The narrative of the tale jumps back and forth through time, from the distant past to thousands of years into the future.  Rather than laying it out as it was depicted int he issue, this review will re-stich the story in its chronological order.  Oh, and everything you thought you know about the brothers, Black Bolt and Maximus, throw that out the window…

Many years in the past, Attilan was ruled by King Agon and his queen, Rhynda.  Although governing Attilan was never their true passion.  Rather the couple’s real interest was in exploring the effects of Terrigen on the Inhuman genome and producing superior beings by way of accessing the ‘Prima Materia.’  In earlier tellings of the tale, Rhynda was more of a passive subject to Agon’s experiments, allowing herself to be subjected to the Terrigen Mists while pregnant with the couple’s first child, Black Bolt.  

In this retelling of the story, however, it turns out that Rhynda is very much an active participant.  Indeed it is her special Inhuman gifts that are pivotal to their efforts.  Rhynda possessed the ability to consciously filter whatever substances come into her body.  She had honed this power, refining it to such a degree that she could keep out any imperfection in the Terrigen Mist, allowing her unborn children to be exposed to an ultra-purified form of the Terrigen.

No, that wasn’t a typo…  I meant to write children.  Fore it turns out that not only was Black Bolt exposed to Terrigenesis in utero, but so was his younger brother, Maximus.   Furthermore, Rhynda’s filtering powers allowed her to both prevent herself from going through secondary Terrigenesis as well as direct exactly where the purified Terrigen particles would focus within the gestating fetus.  For Maximus, Rhynda concentrated the Terrigen on his nascent mind, ensuring greatly enhanced intellect and, potentially, a degree of cosmic hyper-awareness.  

Agon and Rhynda’s experiments were a success and both their sons possessed powers beyond their wildest dreams.  Whereas the enormity of Black Bolt’s abilities were quite evident and overt, Maximus’ gifts were much more cerebral and covert.  

His father seemed to believe that Maximus might develop the capacity to see and think on a higher level, breaching the confines of time and space.  And yet to achieve this required a kind of attunement with his brother.  Agon suspected that Black Bolt’s powers were the key to unlocking Maximus’ true powers.  

Both brothers were forged by the purified Terrigen, what their parents referred to as ‘Prima Materia' (Latin for ‘original matter’).  As such, the two are interlinked and while Agon and Rhynda saw in Maximus the potential for ultimate truth, in Black Bolt they saw the potential for ultimate destruction.  

Maximus was more like his parents, a scientist and discoverer.  Whereas Black Bolt was a leader, decisive and assured.  Agon and Rhynda feared Black Bolt, feared his decisiveness, his capacity to bring about change (for both the better and forth the worse).   They tasked Maximus with being his brother’s keeper, testing him, shaping him as part of some bizarre effort to guide this ultimate being their parents had created.  

There are periodic flashbacks to an incident in the brothers’ youth.  It was a story first told in the back pages of The Mighty Thor vol. 1 #149.  In the tale, the young Maximus is envious that his older brother should be first in line of succession to the throne.  With the nature of his powers, Maximus believes Black Bolt is too unstable and destructive to be king.  And he attempts to prove it by abducting young Crystal and firing ray gun at Black Bolt.  Black Bolt is able to resist his brother’s goading and his rescues Crystal without resorting to unleashing his destructive voice.  

In this retelling of the tale, it would seem that Maximus is actually acting on his parents’ behest.  He is not challenging his brother so to prove his own superiority, but rather to further hone Black Bolt’s ability for control and restraint.  Or it is possible that Maximus was hoping that his brother would crack and that releasing his awesome power would create the attunement Maximus required to fully unlock his own powers.  

At the age of nineteen, Maximus is continuing to test his brother.  This time by entering into a conspiratorial pact with rogue agents of the Kree Empire.  It turns out that these Kree agents are actually working for Ronan.  Ronan is aware of the prophecy that Terrigenic experimentation could bring about an anomaly, a destructive being who would bring down ruin on the empire (this prophecy was first introduced in the pages of Jonathan Hickman’s run on Fantastic Four).

Originally, Maximus’ conspiracy with the Kree was centered on an effort to seat Maximus as king of The Inhumans in exchange for assisting the rogue branch of The Kree in taking over their own empire (as first detailed in the pages of Avengers Vol 1 95).  In this retelling, however, The Kree appear to be interested in utilizing the forbidden anomaly that Agon and Rynda’s tinkering has brought about.  

The Kree flee as Black Bolt approaches.  Once more Maximus goads his brother, tempting him to let loose with his awesome powers.  This time Maximus succeeds and Black Bolt’s cries out in anger.  Unfortunately, Black Bolt’s sonic powers causes the Kree ship to crash into the building where their parents are and both Agon and Rhynda are killed.      

Here the story deviates a good deal from the original telling.  Initially, it was explained that Maximus was mentally controlling the pilot of the Kree spacecraft and that the concussive reverberation from Black Bolt’s voiced caused Maximus such psychological distress that he inadvertently caused the pilot to crash the ship into the royal palace, killing the brothers’ parents.  

This detail is left out of the retelling and it is reframed that the death of Agon and Rhonda was solely the fault of Black Bolt.  

Furthermore, rather than driving Maximus mad, the power of Black Bolt’s voice instead unblocks a higher level of Maximus’s thoughts and perceptions.  To this extent, all of Maximus’ ramblings and non sequiturs, all of his idiosyncratic prattling that made him appear as mad are actually the result of his ability to perceive time and space on a higher, more complicated level.      

Black Bolt has possessed a natural immunity to Maximus’ psychic powers of manipulation.  Under when under great physical or emotional distress can Maximus break through and take over his brother’s will.  And that is exactly how Maximus ultimately facilitated his escape and engineered his brother being sent to space prison in his place.  

Maximus had shared his secret with Black Bolt.  He told him how their parents had so feared Black Bolt and the destructive change he would bring about.  Their parents were afraid that Black Bolt would bring about their death and this fear proved prophetic.  Black Bolt has always felt responsible for his parents deaths and Maximus’ words brought about such agony that it lowered his defenses and allowed Maximus to take over his mind.  

Once he had achieved that, he used an image inducer to switch places and the fate of being sent off to some strange jail int he cosmos intended for Maximus instead was befallen onto Black Bolt (as shown in Ahmed and Ward’s wonderful Black Bolt solo series).  

And now in the present, Maximus explains to Medusa and the others how he had managed his escape.  Captain Swain suggests merely turning around and negotiating Black Bolt’s release so that Maximus can be rightfully take his place.  Unfortunately, it is not as easy as just that.  Maximus’ sentence was not just incarceration, but complete explosion from The Inhuman people.  He was made ‘unspoken’ his name and all trace struck from their history.  The name and location of this cosmic prison has been expunged and is no longer known, nor would the jailers respond to any call for Black Bolt’s release.  Black Bolt is on his own; Medusa and the others are helpless in their ability to offer him aide.  

Trying to determine her next move, Medusa orders that Swain stay near Maximus so that her own psychic powers will cancel out those of Maximus.  Maximus makes a more direct suggestion, asking why Medusa has not ordered him killed.  Indeed, Gorgon is quick to offer his services as executioner.  Yet for some reason Medusa refuses this option.  She has every reason to hate him, to want him dead, yet something is causing her to resist the idea.  For some reason, Medusa needs Maximus alive.  Whatever reason Medusa has, Maximus appears privy to it.  Confident that he is needed, Maximus suggests that the mission continue onward to Hala.  

Finally, five thousand years in the future, Maximus is the last of The Inhumans.  He is the aged shepherd who has appeared in the prefaces of the first and second issue.  Sitting in meditation, Maximus is able to see and experience the present and the distant past all at once.  He even sees the Sky Spears professing to know what they are.  

And he knows that his past self is hurdling toward his destiny.  He is Maximus, his brother’s keep and his mother’s child; the seeker of the Prima Materia; the last of the Inhumans.  And what he does he does for the good of all.  

Wow.  Where do I begin?

Off the bat, it is important to keep in mind that this is Maximus’ story told through Maximus’ lens.  It may be ‘the truth’ or it may be the ‘truth  that Maximus chooses to believe.’  

Interestingly, the story is not technically a retcon, but rather a retelling from a different perspective.  It may be that Maximus is mad, afflicted by traumatic brain injury; or it may be that he truly possesses preternatural awareness that traverses space and time.  Six in one hand, half a dozen in the other.  

The Scottish psychiatrist, R. D. Laing, argued that there is no such thing as mental illness.  In referring specifically to patients diagnosed with schizophrenia or other types of psychosis, Laing suggested that such conditions were merely metaphors for different kinds of experience.  “Madness,” Laing wrote, “need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through. It is potential liberation and renewal as well as enslavement and existential death.”   From this perspective, Maximus may be both mad as well as preternaturally aware, simultaneously.

Past stories have only shown passing glimpse of Max and BB’s parents.  We have never before seen what were Agon and Rhynda’s motivations behind their experiments; what they hoped to achieve and what they thought about what they had achieved.   This story merely expands on those glimpses, showing that Agon and Rhynda were obsessed with unlocking some sort of alchemic potential in the Inhuman genome… so much so that they experimented on their own children.  The nature of Rhynda's Inhuman powers is a very neat touch, answering a question I’ve long since had (that question being how was it that Rhynda did not go through secondary Terrigenesis when exposed to the mists while pregnant with Black Bolt).  Well, now we know.  

It is wild to learn that Maximus was also exposed to Terrigenesis while still in the womb.  Although it makes sense, Agon and Rhynda did once, why not do it again?

Prima Materia is a term associated with ancient alchemy.   It is the first matter, the primitive formless base of the material world.  It is the aether, the quintessence, the soul of the world (anima mundi).   

Agon and Rhynda seem to believe that Terrigen is akin to this quintessence and that purified, unadulterated Terrigen is similar to the primal stardust from which all of the universe has been created.  

We still don’t know what Terrigen is; although at this point we can certainly discount it being a simple naturally occurring mineral with mutagenic properties.  This story is looking as though it will ultimately address what the Terrigen is and hereon we are likely to learn to what extent Terrigen may indeed be associated with ‘the first matter.’  

Some hints may be found another book written by the same author.  Along with The Royals, Al Ewing is also writing The Ultimates2.  That title has been exploring the cosmic origins of the Marvel Universe, revealing that the Celestials were beings created by an omnipotent ordinal being called The First Firmament.  The Celestials rebelled against their creator, choosing to make the universe dynamic and diverse filled with ever-evolving life.   

How the Celestials went about seeding he universe with dynamic life has yet to be revealed.  It is possible that this prima materia is in some fashion connected to The Celestials and how they went about creating life throughout the cosmos.  Its some pretty far out stuff and things are likely to get even weirder with subsequent installments.  

As much as I enjoyed the wild story Ewing has told in this issue, I was less thrilled with the art.  This is likely to be a pivotal turning point in the history and mythos of The Inhumans, yet the significance of it all is somewhat undermined by rather lackluster outings by both Silas and G. Will Robinson.  I’m not comfortable really dragging on an artist’s work; suffice to say I’m not a fan of the art in this issue.  Although I will add that I appreciate G. Will Robinson’s attention to detail in recreating the original costumes and looks of young Maximus, Agon and Rhynda.

The first issue of Royals was so tremendous, and much of it had to do with the excellent synergy Ewing and Jonboy Meyers had together in tether the art and story.  I’m not sure what has happened that resulted in Mr. Meyers walking off the book.  Whatever the case, the title deserves a new artists who might regain that same spark of synergy and align things between the story and the pictures.   As it stands, Royals #3 is a wild and captivated tail bogged down by flat art.   Two and a half Lockjaws out of five.