#maybe it's just cause she comes across as so very pure and stuff that I don't want to mess up that image in my head HAH

[hells-greatestdad]

// useless rambling in tags abt mun's feelings on smut/spicy stuff in regards to my muses

[tanadrin]

i don't have any special insights or strong evidence for this, this is 1000% just Political Vibes, but i feel like there's a good chance this phase of political development sees a realignment that cashes out in, on the one hand, what you might call "revisionist ideology" opposed to "status quo ideology." and here by "revisionist" i mean the term in the way bret devereaux uses the term "revisionist powers," i.e., states that seek to challenge the current international diplomatic order, vs. the "coalition of the status quo" (roughly, but not 100%, the West/Global North/NATO+allies).

by modern standards the revisionist faction is made up of both left and right elements; the coinciding forces here isn't horseshoe theory all-non-liberals-are-the-same type stuff, but simply an alignment of what are in some respects ideologies coming out of very different traditions that are brought together by circumstance. part of this circumstance is that both are nostalgic: tankies who miss the USSR, right-wing populists who miss not having so many immigrants around, social conservatives who miss getting to call gay and trans people slurs, etc. There's a strain of strongman authoritarianism, social conservatism, and economic populism that cuts across what used to be historically very different categories, which is why you see leftist commentators who have defined themselves primarily through their opposition to liberalism rather than right-wing reaction arguing themselves into supporting trumpism; why socially-conservative parties who nonetheless claim the mantle of leftism, like BSW, can cannibalize a lot of the leftist vote in countries like Germany (or, in other countries, the former Marxist-Leninist parties just become outright conservatives and nationalists)--and the germ of this kind of shit goes back as far as like the original red-brown third way types from the 20th century, it's not like the angry contary reactionaries on both the left and right just now noticed they had stuff in common!

but one reason i am cautious about this thesis is that i think this is a type overrepresented online; and i am cautious about extrapolating too enthusiastically to the real world. i suspect that at some point somebody like sahra wagenknecht is going to realize she has quite a lot in common with someone like alice weidel. but maybe not! maybe i am too cynical.

and the "status quo" ideology is not, like, Objectively The Good Guys, here. this is the liberal, rule of law faction, but it's also the unabashedly capitalist faction, and in many ways the neoliberal faction, too--one that includes a lot of left-liberals, too, but left liberals who by virtue of finding themselves making common cause with other flavors of liberal are going to find their power diluted. and this is a faction that is happy to embrace social freedoms, albeit within certain frameworks: the "we heart gay prison guards" guys, in other words. insofar as it is the party of the status quo it's also the party that finds it harder to imagine things could be better, to push the envelope in terms of policy or even to provide a strong ideological account of what the world should be working toward. the pure grievance-and-xenophobia politics of revisionist politics don't provide much of a narrative in that department, either, but at least they provide someone to blame, and promise the catharsis of taking your anger out on the hated outgroup.

i think this would be a pretty dismal politics, but i think it would be a stable equilibrium for a while--at least as stable as left vs right proved for much of the 20th century. i think there are also a lot of other ways for the zillions of tiny incentive gradients and interest groups that make up society to align themselves in broad political dichotomies, though. i don't think there's anything inevitable or necessary about this alignment, anymore than there was about left vs right or, before that, court vs country or barons vs emperor or guelphs vs ghibellines or populares vs optimates. so if we do find ourselves there i think that's a trap we can escape--if we care to

[artzee-bee]

Practice on me

Fandom: My babysitter's a vampire; Ethan Morgan x reader (platonic)

Summary: "Reader likes Benny the same way that Ethan likes Sarah, so naturally a bond forms between the two, where they vent their frustrations together! But everything changes when one day the reader and Ethan realize that Benny and Sarah both have kissing experience and they don't so they decide to practice with each other first" requesed by @tomesandrosebud

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: really happy with this one actually. I just hope it doesn't sound too foolish cause I haven't kissed anyone either so I don't really know how to write about it in detail like that

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Getting another can of coke was definitely not your smartest idea. The electric buzz of a sugar rush was now impossible to ignore, but Ethan had been so kind to lay all these snacks out for you which you really appreciated! “It’s just sorta frustrating, you know?” popping another m&m in your mouth “I mean honestly, it’s like none of the stuff I do for him even matters!” “Benny has never been the most…observant person” comes Ethan’s reply. He’s sprawled out across his bed, playing with old chocolate wrappers. “He thinks he can read people, but really he just comes up with his own idea of what’s happening and believes it fully!” You scoff almost instinctively. Yeah, you’ve heard this before! Almost anytime this conversation was to be had, this was one of the conclusions! God you were so tired of hearing it, but you knew it was true! “Honestly Ethan! I could not be more obvious if I wrote him a love poem and serenaded him before school! It’s not like I’m good at hiding my feelings!” “Yeah, you really suck….Ow, damnit Y/N! No need for violence!” “You earned that slap! Honestly I was being very kind to only do so much!” you crawl in the bed, laying an arm’s length away from him. “You are just as obvious about Sarah, by the way! You hypocrite!” Ethan did nothing but smile in response. He knew that all too well! It was something he’d grown so accustomed to, the feeling of being so exposed and yet so ignored when it came to his crush. He tried hiding it, he even tried dropping some hits as per your advice (‘If you’re gonna be obvious at least let it be intentional’) but somehow he remained just as invisible in front of Sarah. He knew you felt the same about Benny too! After so many late night phone calls and the occasional hangout in his room, he felt confident in saying you were both fools in love. All in all he appreciated this extra time he got to spend with you and the chance to vent his feelings away freely, but that doesn’t really lift the weight of unreciprocated love.

“You know she was on a date yesterday?” he hears himself before he processes what he’s saying. No need to specify who ‘she’ is anyways

“Yeah…she texted me and Erica on the groupchat. What, she told you too?” “Rory!” “Ah…that explains it…” A beat passes. You’ve grown accustomed to little silences like this. Sometimes it was best to just feel it out! “Did she say anything about him?” “Very messy eater, but apparently a good kisser. Said there probably won’t be a second date though!” You could practically feel the relief emanating off your friend, despite the somewhat cold tone of voice. “How can you even kiss someone after you see them with food all over their face like that?”

“I don’t know Ethan! This isn’t really my area of expertise! I guess when you’re Sarah, it doesn’t matter! When guys want to kiss you, it doesn’t matter!” your voice cracks ever so slightly with frustration, which peaks Ethan’s interest. What’s got you so worked up suddenly? “Maybe he wasn’t so bad afterall…” “Maybe!” Another silent moment “I’m not a messy eater, am I?” You laugh. After so many years of knowing him, sometimes it was still a mystery the way in which his wheels turned. “I wouldn’t say so.” Your simple answer prompted another comfortable silence. You reach for more candy, as Ethan plays with the strings of his hoodie, looking up at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking about?” “You girls…you talk about guys, right? Like you know when one of you has a crush and…that sort of thing”

“...yeah?” “So, hypothetically, if I were to ask you if you knew how many guys she’s kissed-” “Nah-uh! I’ll stop you right there sir!” “It’s a hypothetical!” “You’re overthinking!” an accusatory finger sits merely inches from his face now but he doesn’t seem bothered, pushing it away lightly. “It’s not that crazy of a question!” “You’re asking me to break the girl-code? You would never tell me how many girls Benny has kissed!” “I would!” he replies in a heartbeat. Now you’re both stuck in this unintentional staring contest, waiting to see who will crack first. It’s not like you believe a word out his mouth, but you still speak “It’s unhealthy! We shouldn’t talk about these kinds of things. It’s none of our business. Why would you even care about it?” “You’re saying you wouldn’t want to know Benny’s number?” he got you there. You just pop another candy in your mouth and he silently watches, deciding he needs to tell the truth “She just…probably has a lot of experience, doesn’t she?” This, for the first time in a long while, catches you off guard. You and Ethan have gone over the topic of your crushes more than you could count but this was a first. You weren’t sure what you could say.

“So does Benny, probably.” well that wasn’t the best thing, but Ethan doesn’t seem to notice

“Well so do you probably so it’s no big deal but I’ve never kissed a girl, Y/N! Never even came close! If I ever tried something with Sarah and it got to that point, I’d be a sure disappointment!” Now this has you turning around in bed to face him. The frustration and hurt in his voice is palpable but the roughness of his tone awakes your own feelings of dread and insecurity “Where did you even get the idea that I have kissing experience?” and E turns to look at you, genuinely confused

“You don’t?” “No! What? E, when have I ever told you about me kissing a guy?!” “I don’t know! I assumed you wouldn’t want to tell me that!” “Why?” “I don’t know Y/n! I was wrong, ok? Gee!” the irritation turns into a bit of an awkward laugh, as he processes where the conversation actually landed, and you laugh too! That’s the best that you’ve got, but it helps! Neither of you are so tense when Ethan speaks again. “So you’ve never kissed anyone either?” and you shake your head in solidarity “Oh…I see. Why not?” “I guess…I just never got the opportunity?” you reply honestly “And then I got a little insecure about it and then I got the hots for Bens and that’s that! Now we’re here!” Ethan chuckles softly at your explanation. “I understand. I’m in the same boat here!” “We’re always on the same boat E! Really, this whole thing is sounding more and more like a joke!” you both share a laugh The idea came to you pretty naturally. At first it made you laugh but after thinking about it a moment longer, you began to consider maybe it wasn’t so bad? Maybe this was actually what you both needed! You feel so comfortable with E, you don’t spare another moment before sharing

“What if we kissed?”

You didn’t think ahead on how to properly phrase it, or how Ethan would react, but you assumed the shell shocked look and the oblivious ‘huh?!’ he gave you were probably appropriate. Ethan sits up in bed, looking down at you as if you had gone mental. You’ve said many out of pocket things across the years but this one got the biggest reaction. It almost makes you laugh. “I mean, to practice!” “Come again?”

Now you sit up as well, trying to drive your point home! “Neither of us have had our first kiss! Most people our age have! So if we try to do it with anyone else, it might be awkward! We can just kiss each other and get it over with!”

“Get it over with?” he seemed to consider, which really just made you push a little harder

“Yeah! I mean we’re friends! We trust each other! It doesn’t have to mean anything and if it turns out awful then at least we know that doesn’t change anything between us!”

Ethan seems to be deep in thought. You understand, of course, how unconventional your proposal is but it was too late now. The offer was on the table! You didn’t exactly regret it but you could feel your nerves twisting and turning in your gut. All the sugar you ingested definitely didn’t help…

“Okay!” You thought you must have misheard him! “I’m sorry?”

“Okay!”

“Okay?”

“...yeah…”

“O-Okay…”

Now this was really awkward! You hadn’t exactly thought he would agree so quickly but then again, Ethan was a calculated person. He must have seen and understood all the benefits, just like you did. Shyly, he turns a little more to the right, facing you completely. He’s looking at his hands for a moment, before shifting forward. You follow his lead, moving the tiniest bit closer to him. Now, with your knees touching, you were starting to be really nervous. “Um…should I…go for it? It’s kinda the man’s job to take the lead, no?” you can tell from his voice that he’s just as nervous as you

“That’s kinda old fashioned!” you try to laugh, hoping to release the tension, which helps the smallest bit, as he chuckles “You can if you want!” “Where do I put my hands?” he’s looking down at his palms as if he’s just stepped in a human body for the first time. You’re not really sure of the answer but you’ve watched a good amount of romance movies! Your hands grab his tenderly, bringing them to your waist. He doesn’t hesitate, or pull away, just latches on with an iron grip, but you don’t comment on it. You try to hook your arms around his neck, but the position feels awkward when you’re both sat on the bed, so you pull away and rest them on your knees. His knees. Nope, yours were better!

Ethan waits patiently for you as you figure out the logistics of all this! He looks transfixed and you knew he was internally freaking out, just like you. Finally, you move a tad bit closer, which gives Ethan the opportunity to lean in, stopping barely centimeters away from your face. You could feel his breathing on your lips. “You’re okay with this?” you ask once again

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Let’s just do a small peck at first!” “Okay!”

It happens in a flash. It takes one second for his consent to register and then his lips are on yours for the briefest moment. It felt nice. Well it wasn’t anything scary or intimidating, just a little peck! It was nice and warm and soft. It makes you feel a lot better about what’s going on. You move away just a little bit to examine Ethan’s response and he seems to have relaxed as well. You don’t know what to say, so you just ask

“One more time?”

“Okay.” the tremor in his voice is gone and you lean in to place a quick kiss on his lips again. It’s only a second, but it helps knowing that you did it! That you committed!

“A little longer?” you ask now, and Ethan just nods, taking a quick breath.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Your right hand almost instinctively reaches up, barely grazing his jaw and his fingers dig even more into your sides. Right off the bet, this is a lot worse. Neither of you really know how to move, much less how to read each other's moves, so the kiss is sloppy and messy and all kinds of wrong and ridiculous. You are basically just pushing your faces together! You open your mouth ever so slightly, thinking that might help, and Ethan tries to follow your lead but once again, there’s no coordination. Now you’re even more acutely aware of the awkward position you’re both sitting in and you can’t help but imagine what a ridiculous scene you two make! Ethan smiles against your lips, and you know he’s thinking the same thing. Now you really can’t hold back your laughter, giggling against his lips!

“Stop!” he laughs as well, grabbing the sides of your face, but it definitely doesn’t help, as you burst out with laughter! He laughs too, leaning away and trying to cover his face with his arm

“We’re so awful!”

“That’s why I said we do it now!” Cue more laughter, your tummy honestly hurts at this point and you let yourself fall to the floor, clutching your abdomen.

“Come back here! We can’t just leave it at that!” Ethan reaches to grab the back of your shirt through tears of laughter, trying to yank you back on the bed but it doesn’t work. You won’t move! You can barely breathe! Instead he also crawls to his knees next to you.

“Come on Y/n! Let’s try one more time!” he’s still giggling as he says this, but you run your hands over your face, moving closer to him again. Compared to last time, now you know both of your nerves are completely gone. Looking at Ethan, he seems just as at ease as ever! You guys are best friends after all! And you’re having fun! As you’re kneeling on the floor, you cup his face with your palms, his own hands returning to your waist, now with a much kinder hold. He leans into you and you do as well. The kiss, this time, is a little more promising. You’re still struggling to synchronize, but at least it feels like you’re getting somewhere. It’s kinda nice, you think? It’s nice feeling so close to someone and it’s nice sharing a breath, but then you remember this is Ethan! This is your friend from middle school and the biggest nerd you’ve ever met and God knows you never thought you’d ever kiss him. The reality of it all has you giggling again and Ethan immediately shoves you back.

“Y/nnnnn!! This was your idea!!” but he’s laughing too, red in the face from the lack of oxygen and now you’ve both reached the point where everything is simply too funny! 

“What the hell are we doing?” you manage to say

“It was your idea!”

“It takes two to tango!”

“Y/n, no! Don’t say it like that!” and he’s laughing more, shoving you to the floor again, attempting to tackle you for your filthy mouth and you let him, not finding the strength to fight him off, try as you might! It takes a couple of minutes for both of you to completely calm down, which just leaves you both laying on the floor, catching your breath!

“But all in all” Ethan says “it wasn’t a very bad idea!”

“Wanna do it again?”

“I think I’m good!”

[flashfuture]

Since I've been on it I wanna talk about Hal's parents. Cause I've seen some dislike for Geoff Johns take on them. But they didn't really, Jessica especially, exist before then. I feel like some people read the comic where Hal in hysterical grief over Coast City made a construct of his parents and then went off to kill all the Lanterns and Guardians and said yep that is exactly how his parents were.

But let's get into it. Martin and Jessica Jordan. For further context, the sibling order is Jack, Hal, Jim Jordan. Three boys. And it was sort of implied for years that they were Jewish and got confirmed not too long ago that Jessica is Jewish and Martin is Catholic. Hal was a grown man in the 80s. His childhood took place in the 50/60s. And before that he was a grown man in the 60s meaning his childhood was the 40s/50s. That absolutely influenced the type of life he had. Vs the further in time we drag this out the less natural it becomes to have super strict parents.

So to begin the first physical appearance of Martin Jordan comes in 1989 in Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn #1. This is a post crisis pre zero hour story so any events in this particular time window are wildly subject to change

Martin is a test flight pilot. He's Hal's hero. His plane goes down. Hal watches. This sequence of events stays consistent across every time line including Flashpoint which is you know fascinating.

"Hal got fired today-- and he got his mom to call up and beg for him."

"Talk about my father again Biff and I'll rip your lungs out."

In this version of events, we get a mention of Jessica. She's not named and doesn't appear. So you can tell she was brought up purely for a 'Hal is so irresponsible he needs his mommy's help' bit. Hal and Jack get along though and are violently defensive of their father. Hal also catches a drunk driving charge after this.

Speaking of drunk I know there's a comic out there where Martin is described as a drunk which I could not for the life of me dig up again but that's mentioned all of once so I just ignore it. What's with making test pilots drunks???

Anyways Green Lantern: Emerald Dawn is definitely not my favorite Hal Jordan story and I'm glad it's been mostly retconned out minus the very beginning parts with Martin.

(Green Lantern vol 3 #36)

"So you're back to flying planes, huh?"

"Dad's blood still runs through my veins, I guess."

This Christmas special in 1993 took place before Coast City exploded. Hal took Carol out to Jack's house to spend the holiday with the Jordan family. Hal directly attributes flying to his dad's influence.

Now Green Lantern vol 3 #48. Hal is standing in the ruins of Coast City not a soul left and he conjures an image of his parents. Reminder they are entirely Hal's imagination and again he is just about hysterical right now.

"I looked up to you. I worshipped the ground you walked on, or flew over. I wanted to grow up and be you... which probably has a lot to do with who I am now. Growing up, though, I never felt like you... I don't know thought that much of me."

As we saw Hal's dad died when he was Maybe ten. His little brother and older brother didn't have real accomplishments in elementary school. Jack the DA and Jim helping the campaign and having a family that's all modern. Stuff Martin would have never known about. Martin the pilot getting on Hal's case for having his head in the clouds? Really seems like Hal is the one he could have related to the most. Martin getting on Hal about not saving the city just proves Hal is projecting his worries about disappointing his dad onto his dad and then because he's so hysterical with grief forces himself to rewatch his dad dying.

Absolutely completely irrational state of mind he's in right now. At the end of this issue, he's going to fly off into space to kill all the Lanterns and the Guardians.

And then he summons Jessica. Calling her mother instead of mom is just really funny to me like informal with his strict dad formal with his chill mom. Lmao? Jessica only speaks on Martin. Reminding Hal of the good times they had. She's Hal's memory which which means Hal heard the story of dressing up as Santa he remembers his dad's aftershave. Summoning your mom just to talk about your dad is crazy work btw

Again Hal was so young when his dad died. Not a teenager not even close. What was Martin disappointed about? Maybe Hal who can't keep a job a girl or half his friends (Barry died and all super friends ditched him basically) is projecting backwards into time. And assumes his Dad would be disappointed in him.

"Personal gain? This is about personal loss!"

Personal loss and Hal's spent most of his time summoning his long dead father. He really never got over Martin dying and that's so apparent. Anyways this is where Hal decides to go into space and kill everybody. Seeing his dad taken from him one more time made him snap.

Hal is enamored with his father. Whether their relationship was tough or easy it wasn't necessarily the point. The point is Hal Jordan loves his father to Oa and back more than the rest of his family probably understood. He didn't just want to impress his father he wants to be him.

And Zero Hour royally fucked up Hal's family but like idk let's just say Infinite Crisis fixed it. That's two reality shattering events. Why not give Hal a little treat of being his dad's favorite. No one seems to miss when Jack, Jim, and Hal all went to the same college and the same fraternity and were besties

[azquine]

Randomly thinking about the prospect of an Avatar: the Last Airbender and Community crossover where everything is pretty much the same, but there is bending.

I don't think anyone would be spectacular, considering that this would be a community college, and there is not much need to weaponise bending here.

Honestly I think Jeff would absolutely have very weak bending that he never bothers to use. In fact, I think he'd prefer the idea of being a non-bender than someone with such weak bending, so that's what he pretends to be. That way he can come across as someone who has entirely gotten along without bending, who doesn't need it. I think he would have inherited the same element as his father, and his mother has a different element to him. Either way, his parents were far more proficient at bending than himself, which causes a little more insecurity to cover up. As for which element? I'm not sure, I could be swayed towards any. Maybe fire?

Abed is 100% a water bender to me, and I think he'd be pretty good. I can imagine him practicing alone here and there as something to focus on in his lonely teen years. He's well versed in using it for basic utilitarian tasks in the Falafel restaurant, and he's spent some hours moving little water figures in recreations of movie scenes. I can also see him finding a book to teach himself healing from. It's a way to be useful, needed. A way to protect himself and keep himself out of the doctors office. Bending is a pretty private thing for him though, he doesn't necessarily like to show it off. For most of the first year the group assumes him to be a non-bender as he never mentions it, up until one day when someone asks if he can fetch their water bottle from the other side of the room, and Abed casually sends it flying into his hand with no explanation. He's not really used to using his bending on others, so he doesn't really have any combative capabilities, his father always looked down on the idea of using something so spiritual to harm others. It can get pretty tricky when he's overwhelmed though, as he has a habit of accidentally freezing any water around him. The room was ice cold during the claymation episode. Troy has a habit of always making sure he has a water bottle, something to have on hand for Abed if he needs, and a literal temperature gauge for if he's okay.

Shirley is absolutely an earth bender, and while she mostly uses it for catching falling children and items in a hectic household, she also has the best fighting capability. She can and has hit a motherfucker with a rock in her less patient days. Other common uses are to quite literally put a wall between her and someone who has offended her, or to stop someone from walking away from her mind lecture by snagging their foot. It's one of the few tools of power she actually has, and so she keeps a tight fist on it.

Peirce is a Firebender from a long line of 'pure blooded' Firebenders. He boasts a lot about his skill, and he is pretty good at making flashy displays, but there is more light than heat. He also has no real control over those big flames, so it's just as well that his fire is toothless.

Britta is also a non-bender, though she tries to practice the meditative practices of each element. This is something Jeff sneers upon, as 'why would you bother doing the boring stuff for elements you can't even bend?'. I'm assuming she has at least some Airbender lineage in her family that she's pretty proud of, though probably not her parents themselves.

Troy I'm not entirely sure of, again I could be swayed by any of them. I mean, AIR conditioning, fire has to do with temperature, earth has metal bending for pipes, water is what makes air conditioning and plumbing work. It could be any. Either way, it's something that he has a rather natural grip of rather than something he has to study or meditate on. It's something that intuitively assists in whatever he's doing, like football or repair. I don't think he does bending for its own sake very often, it's more something supplemental for other activities.

Annie naturally has a lot of trouble with the more intuitive and spiritual aspects of bending. Her brain fires off thoughts too quickly to clear it and focus on the elements. But she is a quick student for the more skill based aspects of bending, of what hand placements and movement speeds she should be doing. As for which element, I'm leaning towards water, though I can see fire also working. Something changeable and emotional, though it's hard for her to lean into that.

Idk, let me know if you have any thoughts. I'd love to talk about this!

[kleenexwoman]

I'm finally getting out of my fog and writing again!

Naturally, I'm writing about brain chemicals more. This time it's Steve and Eddie, and there might be a surprise mentally ill guest star I will make you feel unexpectedly bad for. (@thorniest-rose you are literally the mortal inspiration for me writing this all tbh)

Sneak preview:

Billy oozes by Eddie’s locker after lunch, and Eddie expects him to say something about Steve, but he doesn’t.

“Need some white heat,” is Billy’s opening line.

“Dude, your dealer in Los Angeles might know what the fuck you mean, but you gotta be a little more specific with us hicks,” Eddie says. “That could be, like, anything.”

“Nose candy, moron.” Billy rolls his eyes.

“Are you fuckin–” Eddie stuffs his books into his locker and lowers his voice. “What are you, a narc? You can’t just buy cocaine off me in the hallway, idiot!”

“I’m so bored, man,” Billy whines. “What, do I gotta come to your special little goblin rock in the woods or whatever for anything halfway decent?”

“Look,” Eddie says. “It’s pizza day. I have oregano, ‘cause the pizza here is basically grilled cheese, and then I have antacids so you can concentrate in class. And I have some aspirin for girls on their periods. If you want anything more interesting than that, you gotta come to my place.”

“I thought you delivered,” Billy says.

“You can walk to my place,” Eddie points out. “I don’t deliver when I can hear you blasting Speedwagon across the park.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Speedwagon,” Billy says.

“Didn’t say there was,” Eddie says. “I’m just saying, you can walk. Or drive, or whatever.”

“Fine,” Billy says, and points at him. “Five-thirty, sharp.”

“Yeah, whatever, man,” Eddie says as Billy walks off.

Whatever. He’ll be at home or he won’t. It’s not like Billy has that much money, not unless Hagan is sending him to get the drugs, which seems like a reversal of dynamic on their part. But the world has changed, who knows what bright new social order blah blah.

It’s a little more of a surprise when Eddie closes his locker ten seconds later and Nancy Wheeler, of all people, is standing there.

“I don’t sell study pills to bitches,” Eddie says.

“Yeah, I’m fine on the… study pills,” Nancy says, wrinkling up her nose like she’s not going to be slamming Mother’s Little Helpers come her frosh year of U of C or wherever the fuck she thinks she’s headed. “It’s about Steve.”

Eddie points at himself, then at Nancy, then raises his eyebrows.

“Please, please don’t sell him anything,” Nancy says.

Eddie angles his whole body towards the retreating Billy, looks back to Nancy, back to Billy, shakes his head, and then turns back to Nancy.

“That’s Billy over there,” Eddie says, “unless I’m very much mistaken.”

“I saw you sitting with him at lunch,” Nancy says.

“Yeah, well, nobody else was,” Eddie says. “Can I go to class now, hall monitor, or do we need to take this to the interrogation chamber?”

“I’m just saying that he’s been through a really hard time,” Nancy says, and raises her hands defensively, “and yes, I know I was part of that–”

“So you understand the unfeasibility, nay, the pure absurdity of your negotiating position here,” Eddie says.

“–but just because we’re broken up doesn’t mean I don’t care about him,” Nancy says. “I mean, six kids? Who has that many children in one lifetime?”

“Mormons?” Eddie blinks slowly. “I’m sorry. Are you coming to me to ask me not to engage in the commerce that is my trade, or are we discussing birth control now?”

“I’m saying that it’s probably unethical for you to target Steve for, like, drug-selling reasons when he’s just been through a really bad weekend,” Nancy says. “So please? Like, please? I don’t want to have to call his parents and explain why their son is in a straitjacket at Central State Hospital.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have called the guy ‘bullshit’ in front of all his friends then,” Eddie chirps. He opens his locker door, shoves his math book inside, and rattles it around for a few seconds just to make a point. “Seems like anything I’m gonna do after that is just gravy.”

“Look,” Nancy says from behind the locker door. “It wasn’t my best moment.”

“It wasn’t,” Eddie agrees. “Neither is this. But I’m willing to do you a favor and forget it.”

“But I’m really serious,” Nancy says. “You have no idea how much harm it could do–”

“Rule One of the Munson Doctrine.” Eddie slams his locker. “Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.”

“What?” Nancy tilts her head forward in that way smart girls do when they’re not sure if they’re hearing you wrong or they just think you’re stupid.

“Ethics,” Eddie says. “You mentioned ethics. I have ethics, and I’m sorry they don’t line up with yours, but that’s a big one. Rule Eight: Do not complain about that which you need not subject yourself.”

“Those are the Satanic Rules of the Earth,” Nancy says slowly. “I saw Anton LaVey on Geraldo too, y’know.”

“Okay, you got me.” Eddie throws up his hands. “Twenty bucks and I won’t sell anything to Steve this week. Are you happy?”

“Fine.” Nancy visibly sets her jaw, like she wasn’t the one just accusing Eddie of preying on the weak-minded for sport and profit, and digs a crumpled twenty out of her purse. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“And I appreciate making a sale without even having to move any product,” Eddie says, stuffing the money into his pocket. “Break up with a few more guys, and I might be able to get into Warhammer.”

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

In Hanging Out what were some of the character's childhood like, and what did they do for fun, specifically Sonic's orphan childhood.

Oh man, that's a tricky question, because my logic is taking what canon establishes and moving mostly just forward in a different direction. Commenting on their childhoods feels weirdly wrong? If only because there's so many different angles I could take.

Sonic in particular feels "wrong" to get details for, but I like to think he actually was kind of bratty? And had a habit of being a bit of a vandal for fun, and playing "extreme soccer" with random objects, kicking them far and "catching" them like a mile away. But he hashis heart in the right place and got enough experience of breaking things and causing problems early on that he eventually shaped up into the hero we know now.

All the others after the cut!

Amy was likely a very... stand-alone child who was stuck with taking care of herself. She likely researched "spells" and forms of magic for fun, though she never likely found the best uses for it beyond summoning magic. I considered a plot point of her mom being an enigmatic figure who researched Little Planet, and that lead to Amy wanting to get into tarot, but I never got very far. I think she had minimal supervision and got a small amount of wealth from an inheritance and just made-do with that. Despite that, she still stuck with being kind and doing her best to support others.

Tails likely didn't do much in particular for fun besides tinkering. He got bullied for his tails, etc etc, all kinda predictable there.

Shadow... fanon kinda came clutch and already outlined enough details there. Raised by Maria and Gerald, probably did cute slice of life stuff on the ARK at first before everything went to shit. For fun, he probably liked board games in particular. Maybe pong.

Tikal beat the shit out of people for fun, but in a friendly sparring way. In her eyes as a child, fighting should be purely recreational, and conflict should be settled with words. Naturally some aspects of that perspective got warped with time.

Mike is an interesting one. He basically got a crude simulation copy-paste of Sonic's childhood, but instead of being an orphan, he "grew up" with Eggman, who instilled a lot of obedience training. Which evidently backfired pretty hard for Hangin Out to be as it is. He likely played games like chess with Eggman for "'fun"", but he actually just prefers flying, since it's the one thing the original Sonic could never do.

Buddy was a government experiment who was actually similar to Shadow and Metal in terms of how he was "raised", so he never really got to "have fun" with any activity. Eventually as an adult though, he pursued his main hobbies, sound engineering and headphone/music reviewing. He runs a channel like a bizarro version of dankpods, where all of his humor is extremely dry and he goes into great technical detail about whatever he comes across.

Zero had the most fucked up upbringing, and likely fucking. Played knife games with drug lords for fun. That's the kind of messiness we're dealing with. He did not have a good life.

Sandy didn't get to really have a "Childhood" but her early years of operation involved snooping around different locations for archaeology and intel. From there she developed a love for music, often DJing for fun in secret.

Jeff is kind of. In his formative years, already? And we already know his deal. He plays minecraft and Civ and SimCity for fun.

Rouge stole shit for fun.

OH and CHASEY how could i forget?? Chasey is a mess lol. Chasey, um. ate food as a chao? and then enjoyed. Playing dress up with Cream. Also enjoyed dancing as a young blob.

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Searching for hidden gems while overcoming trust issues simply by doing our best

I try to generally keep a somewhat optimistic outlook on people, but sometimes I come across something and my reaction’s along the lines of disappointed but not surprised. The lengths some people will go to mistreat another and try to justify their behavior is disturbing, but I guess that’s in their nature. However, that doesn’t mean that they can get away with it all the time. Sooner or later, they’ll have to pay for their transgressions, and maybe that’s why it’s always good to hold out a tiny bit of hope that things will change for the better.

It’s not easy to escape a shitty situation, and it’s not easy moving on from it. Just because you’re in a much better place now doesn’t mean that the trauma you’ve experienced goes away overnight. Things like trust issues, anger and resentment, and the feeling of being broken and unlovable - those are the kinds of scars that stay with you. That doesn’t mean you can’t overcome them, it just takes a lot of time and effort, and it is far from easy.

What sparked this whole thing was two different incidents that are kinda connected in a way. But first, let me go back and explain why we’re in Yuexing for a sort of impromptu event. And what kind of activity would that be? A gyroid event, of course!

Globe gyroids are kinda uncommon and tend to pop up wherever and whenever they want. We know for certain that they tend to show up in places with high cliffs and soil rich with various minerals, and so Yuexing fits that description. And also, besides the gyroids, we’re also here to check out the jade since it’s said to be very high quality. Good thing I know someone who knows someone who can give us access to the good stuff without breaking the bank.

Connie was the one who heard about the globe gyroids and told me and Isabelle about it. Part of the reason why they invited us up here for that is so we can sort of provide a good distraction for some people who could really use a break. After the ordeal they went through, they really do deserve to take it easy.

What brought this on were Sophea’s latest clients, an adventuring trio dealing with harassment due to unsubstantiated rumors and likely just bad luck. Basically, three complete strangers came together to become an adventuring team, rising probably a bit too quickly in the ranks, causing some to become suspicious of their success. As with most cases like that, it’s just a series of coincidences and pure luck, especially when you consider their backgrounds and combined talents.

In this case, there’s the party leader Nikolai, a seasoned adventurer, so someone with a lot of expertise and knowledge when it comes to that kind of stuff. Then there’s Saff who, like Sophea, is half human and half mystical beast, so she’s someone with unique skills and life experiences. And then Cerise, who comes from a noble family of mages in another land, meaning they’re quite powerful in terms of politics and influence.

It’s not uncommon for underdogs to suddenly rise up in ranks, although it certainly does cast suspicion depending on who you ask. However, in most cases, these suspicions are unfounded - but that doesn’t mean that there aren’t instances where some people use underhanded methods to climb their way to the top. The investigations are really to protect the adventurers under question as often times these rumors are usually started by someone who opposes them, usually out of jealousy.

What made this particular case difficult is the parties that are involved. In other words, two separate but similar motives in an attempt to discredit someone. And to make matters even more complicated, it’s the kind of harassment that puts someone in danger, which is why law enforcement has to get involved. What a mess that is.

First, there’s Nikolai being outed by his former mentor. Said mentor was like a parent to him, the one who raised him to become a capable adventurer, groomed him to be his successor, blah, blah, blah. Except things didn’t go the way the mentor had planned because Nikolai - surprise, surprise - is his own person with his own thoughts, options, methods, and moral compass. Basically, his mentor’s adventure party is involved with a lot of shady stuff and he didn’t agree to that, which ultimately led to him getting kicked out.

Of course, at first Nikolai just went along with it because he had no other choice - can’t fault him for that. Still, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for being a bystander while his mentor and comrades get away with scamming others. And because they were quite wealthy and powerful, that inevitably complicated things as there was no way to fight back without repercussions.

Eventually, he reached his limit when a particular incident went too far. At least at that point, when they inevitably kicked him out, at least he’d be able to support himself for a time. He had hoped that his other party members would stand by his side, especially his now ex-girlfriend, only to be disappointed in the end. And now they’re claiming how they’ve been “deceived” by him after he was outed. Some friends they are.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to bounce back. He, Saff, and Cerise happen to regulars at a local bar, so that’s how they met. It was crowded that night and they ended up sharing a table. Then they got drunk and opened up to each other about their woes and trust issues. Next thing they knew, they headed off to the local adventure’s guild to register as a team.

Initially, they just went on missions so they could pay their bills, though as time went on, they slowly came to trust each other. It wasn’t long before they started taking on difficult missions and climbing the ranks. Really, there’s not that much to it other than that.

Saff, like Nikolai, was once affiliated with a party who later tossed her aside. She’s originally from the north, though she believes her mythical beast roots are from Yuexing, which was why she moved there. She didn’t go into much detail other than her so-called friends were just using her and taking all the credit for her accomplishments. And then one day, for reasons unknown, they decided she was of no use to them anymore, so they robbed her and left her for dead in the middle of a dungeon.

Somehow she got rescued and later found out that her party left to travel west while telling others that Saff met a tragic end. By the time she reported the incident, their whereabouts became unknown, so it’s out of her hands now. As soon as she recovered and was told to leave the rest up to the authorities, Saff left, determined to make a clean break. Although she could care less about her ex-friends, they are considered fugitives, so when they finally get caught - well, that’s another legal mess she’ll have to deal with later. Besides, with everything else going on, it’s a good thing that they’re not involved with the current situation.

Cerise, unlike the others, had no prior experience as an adventurer. Despite hailing from a prestigious clan, she was treated like an outsider because she is disabled, which they are ashamed of. She considers it a mixed blessing that her parents sent her off to boarding school as it distanced herself from them. Although she’s the eldest, she was always infantilized and bullied, especially by her younger siblings and cousins. Had she stayed home, she doubts she’d be alive by now. Yikes.

She figured that when word got out that she had become an adventurer, no one would care. Instead, what she got as a response was not only hostility, but straight up harassment from certain people in her family. Cerise knew that they had little faith in her, though she never thought that they seriously assume that she had malicious intentions or something. She was under the false assumption that if she was able to prove that she could stand on her own, she’d finally get the respect she rightfully deserves. If only it were that simple…

Instead, when they realized that Cerise could take care of herself given the right accommodations, they interpreted that as her needing to be coddled in order to do the bare minimum, therefore, she’s nothing but a spoiled brat who can’t take care of herself. Again, yikes. She stopped expecting too much from them a long time ago, but when they started making her question whether or not she deserves autonomy over her own life, it’s no wonder why it’s hard for her to stand up for herself.

Cerise and Saff’s troubles began not too long after Cerise’s family heard about the investigation. Saff was unwittingly dragged into the family drama and lost her cool when she witnessed the bullying Cerise had to put up with. So she jumped to her friend’s defense, though she admits that she overstepped her boundaries a bit - still, she meant what she said for the most part. She and Cerise didn’t expect her siblings and cousins to blow things way out of proportion, labeling Cerise as a helpless puppet and Saff as manipulative mastermind. In other words, it was a private dispute turned into a spectacle, which inevitably added even more fuel to the fire. Situations like that never turn out well for both sides regardless of who’s right or who’s wrong.

The initial investigation was nothing remarkable, just a routine thing to make sure no one’s cheating, or abusing their power, or pulling some strings - and that should’ve been it. But no, now some people with petty grudges had to come in and start up some flames of their own. And for what? Revenge? Jealousy? Or are they just a bunch of whiny bitches who can’t stand the fact that their victims are doing better without them? Beats me. Though, considering the roots of these attacks are basically transphobia and ableism, it’s pretty obvious what their angle is.

As if the harassment and bullying isn’t enough, Cerise came across another thing that’s pretty fucked up. Basically, her siblings and cousins have been making bets on how Cerise will die because, A, adventurers live a high-risk lifestyle, and so their lifespans if they’re a mortal human are obviously shorter. And B, there’s a likely chance that she would commit suicide. So they’re making bets on whether she’d die by accident, murder, or suicide - what the fuck. And not only that, they also plan on profiting from her death, making it out to be sensational tragedy or something to draw sympathy or something. I’m like okay…that’s really fucked up and disrespectful…what the fuck is wrong with these people?

In light of that disturbing information, that prompted Sophea and Connie to tell the trio to get their affairs sorted out. They may not have much to their names right now, but that won’t stop their enemies from taking advantage of them when they’re dead. In Nikolai’s case, if he doesn’t put an executor on paper, his old mentor could easily swoop in and take over. So that means nothing would stop him from not only stealing what little property and assets he had, it’s also likely that he’d bury Nikolai under his deadname, leaving him to be misgendered and disrespected for eternity. What better way to disrespect the dead than to disregard their identity?

In Cerise’s case, Sophea notes some similarities with a high profile case she took on recently that’s still on the public’s mind. It involved the downfall of a once prestigious clan following various scandals, including allegations of abuse towards the former master’s eldest daughter. The daughter, like Cerise, has a mild intellectual disability, and so her father was ashamed of her existence. Thankfully, after she was thrown out of the house, another family took her in, and the head of that family, a general whose sister is an acquaintance of Sophea’s, later proposed to her.

Not too long after Lifeng took Shuyi under his wing, the allegations came out, which Shuyi’s father tried to deny at first. Some time later, Shuyi was reunited with her mother’s family, who were forced to cut off contact when her mother married into the Yulin clan. Basically, it was an arranged marriage for political reasons. After his first wife died, the former head of the Yulin clan married his mistress and they had a daughter who was going to be his successor.

While getting reacquainted with her mother’s relatives, Shuyu and her uncle came across her mother’s will that was hidden away long ago. To no one’s surprise, the Yulin head forged his first wife’s will so he could put himself as executor and take everything for himself. There has been suspicions, but without evidence, like an actual physical document, it was only speculation. As the family suspected, the authentic will maintained her brother as the executor and her daughter as the sole benefactor. And that put the final nail in the coffin for the Yulin clan.

The last thing Shuyu and Lifeng wanted was for the whole thing to become a public spectacle, but the ex-master apparently was desperate to save face. The legal mess that followed thanks to him was a nightmare, so most legal advisors dared not to get involved. Sophea was understandably reluctant too, but because she’s well acquainted with the Tianyu clan and is known to not be easily swayed or bribed, she was the best advisor who could put this potentially drawn out legal debacle to a swift end.

Because two powerful families are involved, the case was bound to draw a lot of attention. The general public was sympathetic to Shuyu and felt she deserved what was rightfully hers. When her father realized that, he tried to justify his abuse towards her in some desperate attempt to gain favor. Obviously, it didn’t work, and that led to an infamous confrontation in the courtroom when he made some speech about how his daughter was feebleminded and that she would never amount to anything - basically shit like it’s for her own good or she wouldn’t have known better.

By then, Shuyu was understandably fed up and told her father to go fuck himself, which surprised everyone in the room because she was said to be soft spoken and somewhat passive. Then again, we all have out limits. Sophea had a feeling that if it wasn’t for the fact that he was in public, he probably would’ve killed his daughter right on the spot. In the end, the Yulins refused to accept their downfall and committed suicide, blaming Shuyu for what happened. Shuyu’s sister is missing, though most likely dead considering how loyal she was towards her parents.

There’s still a lot of unresolved stuff with the Yulin case, but at least Shuyu’s no longer in their clutches. Sophea has to work with the estate in terms of giving Shuyu the money and property that’s rightfully hers, which will take a while considering the mess her father left behind. It’s not an ideal resolution, though it’s a start. As long as Shuyu’s safe and happy, that’s what really matters in the end.

With that case fresh in her mind, it makes sense that Sophea wants to make sure Nikolai, Cerise, and Saff get their affairs in order to avoid an incident like with Shuyu’s mother. It may not seem like a big deal, especially if you think you don’t have much to your name, but people should have a say in regards to how they want their death to be handled. It’s just basic decency and respect. Plus, in places like Yuexing, it’s also a cultural thing - deaths and funeral rites are big deal over there, so it must be done with utmost respect.

In light of finding out that certain people are making a game out of her supposed death in hopes of profiting off it, Cerise wants to know all she can about the topic of making a final will and testament to avoid being exploited when her time comes. Nikolai, knowing full well that his former mentor’s the type to disrespect someone’s wishes just because he can, also wants to delve more deeply into that - not just to protect himself, but to also protect others in a similar situation. Saff’s indifferent, mainly because she’s not a mortal, but that doesn’t mean she’s invincible. Better get those final affairs sorted out now rather than never, Sophea and Connie had warned her. They would know.

Despite the heavy stuff they’re dealing with, the trio’s glad that most of their troubles are behind them now that Sophea and Connie are helping out. Nikolai’s former mentor is currently in a lot of hot water because of an unrelated problem and now that the general public knows about his various transgressions like harassing and outing his former student, it’s safe to say that there’s no coming back from that. Whatever happens to his ex-mentor from here on out is no longer Nikolai’s concern.

As for Cerise, her situation’s a bit more complicated, but for now, the best thing she can do is shut them out, which is fine by her. Besides, with one of Yuexing’s best legal advisors around, Cerise knows that her family isn’t stupid enough to fight a losing battle unlike a certain former clan. Plus, she’s done trying to bend over backwards just to get approval from those who will never respect her. She’s found people who care for her unconditionally and won’t get mad at her for being slow and constantly make mistakes, and she’s found that to be more than enough. If certain people have an issue with that, well, fuck them for hating on someone’s happiness.

The one upside to all of this mess is that it allowed the trio to really get to know each other. The three admit to having trust issues, which is understandable given what they’ve been through, which was what ended up bringing them together. Despite being jaded by what they’ve had to deal with, it made them more determined to believe that people are still inherently good. Just because they’ve suffered doesn’t give them permission to do the same to others, and that’s what probably kept them from becoming completely disillusioned.

Nikolai said it best about how there’s a lot of suffering in the world already and it’s getting old. Break the cycle, so to speak. I see where he’s getting at and I think he’s right. People with that mindset are the ones who get things done and see to it that things change for the better.

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[flockofdoves]

i think its important to retain compassion and make sure when i actually talk to her i am open to listening to whatever she has to say. obviously thats important even just on purely a level of wanting communication to go well and for her to be receptive to solutions. but also of course there needs to be space kept for me and my gf to vent our frustration on our own time bc just bc pretty much almost everyone can always have some sort of personal justification for why they did something within their constricted circumstances obviously that doesn't mean people hurt by that dont still have reasons to be upset or resent the situation. and i'm trying to be good and healthy in how i balance these two things. 

i'm not always the best at conversations i can be a bit conflict avoidant and i have given up on talking about any of this for a while after my last half assed attempts at communication about this stuff failed (even if i think to be fair to myself some of it very clearly goes beyond what i'd imagine the scope of any misalignment of expectations from past experiences in different living situations could cause. like sure ok maybe you've used other peoples dishes in the past but i cant imagine it takes communication (which i did w this actually!) to know that if you've then let those dishes mold for a month throwing out that persons dishes after they ask you to wash them after they see them outside is not an acceptable next step) but i’m really trying to expend the effort to be better at communicating

but every time i’ve tried she avoids it somehow. and i keep trying harder in more direct but still not aggressive ways and i’m sure theres still more i could do but its just so so frustrating having it continue on this way. 

i feel like theres no space for me to even healthily balance my frustration with not letting that boil into any actual opportunity to talk because its just like a constant situation of having to hope that she’ll actually not avoid things this time and i need to emotionally prep myself for conversation so that i won’t unproductively just come across as angry (or just like. so shaky i cant talk lol) and because i’m just like fucking constantly having to put myself in that state theres not even a healthy space to even be properly mad during me and my gfs time when shes not around

i’m just so so so sick of this i’m so constantly stressed and sad about all of this this is the worst roommate situation i’ve ever been in even when just like. in fun conversations before she was avoiding us and that i still overhear w her friends i really enjoy my roommate. like thats really saying something when i’ve had a homophobic passive aggressive roommate before and a roommate that always turned the thermostat up to 90 degrees!!! but this is still (even after her wayyyy lowballing the utility bills “at their worst” looking back lmao) like the cheapest place i’ve seen around here with this fucking housing crisis happening around my college and at this point itd literally be too late to find anything good for when this lease ends i don’t know what to fucking do i was panicking about housing this time last year and it felt like it might fall through at like any moment once we did secure this apartment last august and then like so soon after that everything started to gradually get more and more stressful as more things happened with our roommate so its been like a fucking year of housing stress about stuff but we didn’t even start early bc it cost so much to furnish this place so our room wasnt just so deeply stressful to live in with the amount of unpacked boxes for months that we only just finally had all the furniture and storage to actually put away that we kept being like well i’m sure if we just communicate better it can improve because we really want to keep living here and dont want to go through All That with apartment applications and moving again any time soon but also jesus christ what if it just doesnt fucking change im in fucking limbo

[marshmallowloves]

DAY 2 (PLATONIC F/Os) - Fujin (Mortal Kombat)

I have Raiden as a romantic F/O, but within the Mortal Kombat niche of the self-shipping community, I see a lot more people fawning over Fujin between the two of them. And I can totally understand - Fujin is seen as the more "human" one of the brothers. Despite his power and godhood, he's more personable, casual but polite, and has more of a sensitive and sentimental side without faltering in his duties as a protector of Earthrealm. Were he not tied to his role, I can see how he'd probably be the perfect romantic partner.

But I couldn't see myself being romantically involved with Fujin. Not just because I selfship with Raiden, but I do actually think of Fujin in a different way, and for a very specific reason. I've never talked about this before - heck, I've never really talked about anything in this same vein, even - so it will probably sound weird.

Since I was younger, probably around 10-ish, I think I've had some kind of connection with wind. Not like I think I'm an elemental or something (as cool as that might be), but there's definitely something different when it comes to me and the wind, and there always has been.

From all the way back then, even up until now, there's a certain indescribable emotion I feel sometimes when I'm outside. And when I get this feeling, the wind always seems to pick up at that exact moment. Usually (but not always) this feeling comes when I listen to certain kinds of music, and it always seems to be in conjunction with seeing certain scenery (whether real or imagined) - usually places with a number of trees, actually, now that I'm really thinking about it. It's really hard to describe, but I'll feel something like a chill across my skin, something swells a little in my chest and my face goes slightly numb. I've never been able to label it as anything but a "special" feeling. And it's kind of cyclical, too - I get the feeling, the wind gets stronger. I notice the correlation, it makes the feeling stronger, the wind responds in kind. It's never dangerously strong, though.

When I was younger and first noticed the wind get stronger with that feeling, it made me wonder if there was some kind of genuine magical connection - cause, y'know, I was a kid. As I grew up I pretty much accepted the idea that this feeling was just psychosomatic, and realistically, the wind growing stronger at those moments was purely coincidental.

But I'm a whimsical little marshmallow, and even if it's truly outside the realm of possibility for us as humans, there was always the tiny little thought in my head that wondered if there really was something supernatural or magical there. Like yeah, we have no proof of the existence of real, tangible gods or things like that, but...what if? What if it was like that "boring superpowers" idea, and maybe we don't have real people who can sling fire from their hands or whatever, but simple stuff like this can happen where a girl gets happy from music and then there's a breeze?

(I suppose if you wanna get real fantastical and read into it, it would also fit in with the fact that Aquarius (my sign) is an air sign, which was...always kind of weird-sounding to me. And even funnier is that I was so convinced throughout my adolescence that if I had any control over an element, it would be water, because of how much I actually love water.)

This is all leading up to say that the past few times I've experienced this, my mind drifts to Fujin. Specifically, wondering what he would think of a mortal living among normal, magic-less humans, expressing this very vague kind of connection with the very element he has dominion over.

I like to imagine a scenario where this timid mortal woman from Earthrealm visits his temple for this reason and thinks, who better to ask about this strange feeling I have for the wind than the wind god himself? And when she arrives and describes her experiences, he's delighted to tell her that her connection is very real, that all her suspicions from childhood were correct and that the wind does indeed respond to her emotion. The way he speaks seems as if he's treating it like some kind of secret knowledge that she should hold very dear. And that, should she ever wish to take better control of it, he would be happy to help her learn how. Fujin would be a gentle and intuitive teacher, I think, and even beyond teaching would delight in casual conversation or simply sitting in the gardens in peaceful silence.

Fujin feels like someone I could go to for moments of respite, where I could spend a little time with the wind while forgetting everything else in the world exists. He'd provide a kind of security that's similar but different than what I would feel with a romantic F/O like Raiden.

TL;DR (because I think I lost track of this post fhgdjs): I wouldn't necessarily label Fujin as an F/O but he's certainly platonic and spending time with him sounds really nice and comfortable c:

[queers-gambit]

I can for some reason imagine that in the WPMP verse, Alicent being so paranoid about the reader’s loyalties, etc, would make the reader walk after giving birth in order to check the legitimacy of the child, just as she did to Rhaenyra and that would PUSH Aemond over the edge.

And Criston would be like: I have no eyes or ears 🫣, just pretend I don’t see this happening.

[ When Pride Married Prejudice // part two - for those interested ]

okay, so, i'm all for the drama so i'll take two stances on this 'cause i can see two different things:

one: it wouldn't happen simply because it's obvious (for years) that sweet girl and Aemond are absolutely obsessed with each other. so, i kinda tried to make the point that Alicent actually *likes* her daughter-by-law, so, i would imagine that the idea of checking the babes would make Alicent feel guilty enough she wouldn't do it. like, she's seen firsthand how in-love her son and his wife are (mutually) and the idea of thinking sweet girl was unfaithful is just unfathomable to Alicent. so, she'll stuff her nerves down and just wait - because let's be honest, Aemond is a Mama's Boy, and he'd go to get her first to meet his kid. so, she knows she'll see the babe (or babes) soon enough and wouldn't want to risk her son's rage. he's got a reputation and Alicent's seen how Aemond snaps when Aegon makes back-handed comments that lack cleverness. she's cautious and lets him come to get her - and feels silly when she sees the trademark white tuffs of hair.

two: let's say that Alicent does act on her suspicions and sends for sweet girl the moment she's given birth because she wants to see the babe. sweet girl is old enough to remember Alicent doing it to her mother, so, she's not truly shocked, but the midwives won't let Aemond in the room until the afterbirth is delivered. then, he's coming in, and very similarly, watching in confusion as she dresses and wonders where she's going. sweet girl is very casual about it, telling Aemond that his mother has sent for her and the babe, and oh, holy shit, he's enraged. maybe that's why she's so calm about it - she's anticipating this reaction. he demands she stay put but sweet girl lives for drama, so, she convinces him to help her and they go see Alicent with the baby. she's absolutely shocked to see Aemond, but he's surging up to her and getting right in her face, sneering that if she can't be decent and trust his wife, then there's no reason to remain in the Red Keep. Alicent is confused by this, asking what he means, and Aemond's assuring that if she doesn't get her shit together, he'd take his wife and baby and go across the Narrow Sea. somewhere she can't find them, where she'll never know what becomes of them all, and then, he turns and ushers you from the room. but he pauses sarcastically, turns you back, and only reveals the baby's head - that shows tuffs of pure white hair. Cole's def standing at the door, trying not to watch, but it's hard. the Prince is pissed off and it's hard not to pay attention to the commotion, especially when he's charged with the Queen's safety but even he wouldn't dare step between an angry Aemond and his target. he'll understand what happened between Alicent and Rhaenyra and why Aliecent chose to send for you - but the Prince's reaction makes him advert his attention to the floor and just wait. he doesn't think Aemond will actually attack and feels intrusive on a family moment, so, he'll just stare at the floor. in fact, he'll actually hold his breath at the end when Aemond shows his mother the babes' head; desperate not to laugh as your husband takes you away.

edit: i’m so fucking rude and forgot to thank you for sending this. I love reading your guys’ thoughts and ideas about this story 😭 all my love 🖤

[elysianslove]

omg wait ok who in jjk do you think is an ass, thigh or tits person?? also congrats on 4k thats so sexc of u!!! you're so talented you deserve every one of them <33 MWAH

bb thank you so much ily so much <333 kiss kiss mwah <333 and! thank you for asking this i have been waiting for this ask to come into my inbox. warning; suggestive and mentions of nsfw

ITADORI YUUJI is an ass person. aside from the fact that it’s canon, i see him as someone that’s just mesmerized with ass. loves seeing it in jeans, or those patterned loose pants yk the one that make everyone’s ass jiggle, or in a tight dress, or in booty shorts. and not just that! he loves to be touching you too. as his s/o, you are never free from his groping hands. loves to lift you up and just place his hands on your ass, to ‘keep you steady’ or whatever, and also loves to lay on your ass if you’re on your stomach. makes you laugh so it jiggles against his head/cheek. he’s a bit too shy to smack your ass in public, but catch him doing it all the time at home. like as you’re passing by him or standing there minding your business. or just always having a handful of your ass when you two are sitting down/cuddling. definitely fake fucks you when you bend over too just saying. 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI i see more as a tits kinda guy. he says doesn’t have a preference, but that all changes when he sees you in a low-cut revealing shirt. he’s a respectful guy so he will be trying not to look. it doesn’t really work though. it’s not that he doesn’t like ass or thighs, it’s more that whenever he sees your tits it goes to his dick a lot quicker lmao. he loves, loves, loves it when you don’t wear a bra, no matter the shirt you wear, no matter your breast size, and if it’s see through as well? consider him dead. oh and megumi’s hands are large. i’m not saying he has a size kink but, there’s just something about the way they look against your breasts. also! he really likes,,, just, kinda, fondling with them. holding them, groping them, as he’s sitting there. it’s fun. and warm. also adores stuffing his face against your chest, even if you have small tits, he just likes it. it’s all about the intimacy of laying on your lover’s naked chest for him <3 

KUGISAKI NOBARA is definitely a tits kinda girl. like no questions, no criticisms, nothing just vibes and titties. she loves the way they look, the way they feel, in her hands, in her mouth, literally anything and everything. considering she has breasts too, she knows just how comforting it is to hold onto them just randomly. if you have big breasts, she’s in heaven as she stuffs her face against them, nothing nsfw just cause. if you have small breasts, she’s still in heaven as she just sucks on them as a stress reliever. she’s like a toddler when she’s stressed like ‘lemme suck on your tiddies pls’ lmfao. also!! she is a fashion icon, an star, an idol, she knows the type of clothes that look flattering and which don’t. also she loves to go bra shopping with you just so she can get into the changing room and start groping and bouncing your breasts to test out the bra, as she claims. but yes, she’s a titties girl! 

RYOMEN SUKUNA is, if not an all kinda guy, a thighs man. wears them like ear muffs lmfao. his infatuation was first purely nsfw, and he would show it by constantly leaving bruises all over them, marking you, whether it was from his tight, vice like grip, or from his mouth. but then over time it became just genuine love and fascination, especially after that one time you had whined at him after sex to just massage your sore thighs for you. he’d begrudgingly agreed, but then he ended up loving the feel of kneading them in his strong hands. and after growing comfortable with cuddling, his favorite position is just where his head is in between your thighs and your ankles are crossed at his chest. he can stay like that for hours honestly. also he likes to have his hands resting there, squeezing every once in a while. but, like i said, sukuna just likes your body in general. 

INUMAKI TOGE was a little more difficult to decide, and i’m still not that sure of this, but i think he’d be an ass person, just because i think he’s lowkey very touchy with his s/o and he’d like to just— rest his hands there all the time. likes it when the two of you are cuddling and you leg is lifted up across him, allowing him to settle his hand on the curve of your ass. also he’s lowkey a very cheeky person when it comes to his s/o, so i can just imagine as you’re laying down on your tummy, he pats your ass and every time it jiggles he giggles to himself lightly. also the type to rest against his s/o’s ass just cause but he would actually fall asleep like that. also! whenever he’s resting like that, he likes to give your ass a little peck, just a small smooch, a token of appreciation if you will, before he pats where he kissed lightly, and in his own way he just says, “nice :D.” 

GOJŌ SATORU. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass. ass man! is absolutely in love with your ass. smacks it in public with zero shame, just sends a teasing grin your way, and like, finger guns at you with a wink or something. when you walk past him at home in shorts or like only your underwear, he likes to give it a nice little pat. every single time. and when you bend over while he’s sitting on the couch or laying on the bed or something, he calls out in the cheekiest, most teasing, most annoying voice, “nice.” i hate his sexy ass sm. does tiktoks with you that include you throwing it back on him because he wants to give you reason to. loves to watch you put on your clothes, especially jeans, when you like jump in them. he’s just a pervert with a license to constantly hit on you. 

NANAMI KENTŌ is also definitely an ass man. look at him. tell me he doesn’t love ass. loves to fondle and grope it all the time, no matter where you are, and he’s very good at making it look subtle too so he gets away with doing in public too. nanami strikes me as someone that’s slightly possessive, not unhealthily so, but he does always like to subtle hand on you whenever the two of you are out, and more often than not his hand’s resting right above your ass. also he’s a very giving partner, in all ways, so i see him offering to give you massages all the time. definitely lingers on your ass, kneading strongly yet softly, even if you don’t need it? he just likes to do it. is not as open about it as the others, but he’s very obvious about it hehe

ZENIN MAKI is a thighs girl. also is the type to love stuffing her face in between them, but it’s a fixation kinda thing where she cannot stop ogling at your legs, specifically your thighs. loves to grope and squeeze at them all the time, and her all time favorite thing is seeing you in thigh highs, where the stockings squeeze at your thighs just a little. it makes her mind cloud over. 

ZENIN MAI is a a tits girl. i was thinking maybe she’s an ass girl, but i’m so certain she wouldn’t be able to take her eyes off of you or your cleavage if you wore anything to show off your breasts. definitely likes to lay on your chest and kiss and suckle on them, just randomly. also kinda a possessive thing, cause she will absolutely leave marks. she just. loves your tits okay? 

GETŌ SUGURU is an ass man. loves seeing you all dressed up in outfits that show your ass off, and almost always he won’t really touch, not unless the two of you were really intimate, but he looks. he looks so much, and he makes it so obvious that he’s checking you out. in public, at home, doesn’t matter. he’ll be eyeing you up and down and will have this sultry smirk as he glances at your ass. kinda hot ngl.

MAHITO is also a little bit tricky because i want to say ass, but i also want to say tits. somewhere in between ass and tits then. he has like,,, moods for them you know. sometimes he won’t stop ogling at your breasts, and other times he can’t keep his hands off your ass. either way, he’s very teasing about it, and he will buy you really provocative clothes to show both off. so kind <3

[shuinami]

Got any Encanto unpopular opinions that you’d like to share? 🙈

No, damn it, but since you want to draw me out, here I go 😭😭😭:

(Also, if I get proven wrong on any of these, I'll fully accept the L 😫)

Starting off with my staple, I don't think Isabela and Dolores are true besties. I think they're close, but not besties, at least not at the time the movie was taking place, but maybe when they were younger.

In the same vein, I have the exact same feelings about Mirabel and Camilo, except I think they'd be less close than Isabela and Dolores.

I don't think Mariano was intended to come across as unintelligent as the fandom has made him out to be. I feel like everyone took Mirabel name-calling him a "big dumb hunk" wayyy too literally, but the creators are probably gonna run with the fandom take now.

And I think his poems and songs would be good. This is meta but Maluma (Mariano's VA) started out songwriting because he wrote ghost-wrote love poems for his friends to impress gyaldem and it worked, and then he went on to become a global popstar (purr). Disney has based little details off of the VAs in the past so... 🧐 Like, put some respect on my man's name, he may be stupid in love but he can write a banger for sure

I think Bruno - rightly - grew a bit bitter towards the Encantownies for always blaming him for everything.

I don't think Dolores knew for sure that Bruno was still in Casita, just had a suspicion (because, as well, who tf would guess they have secret corridors and rooms in the walls of their house?)

This one is a bet, but I'm a gambling gyal: I don't think Isabela will be able to grow fruit and veg post-rebuild 😬 (not that I know of some scientific difference, I just don't think that's the metaphor)

I think Camilo's VA might get recast if they do a series instead of a sequel 💀 Love Rhenzy but I get the vibe that it was just a bag and a cool opportunity to him but not something he's invested in

I don't think Antonio would go vegetarian or vegan or anything like that, I think he becomes really mature to the madness within the animal kingdom so a lot of stuff wouldn't bother him as much as it would other people.

I don't think Dolores' power is as bad or overwhelming for her as the fandom makes it out to be. She looked fine with the fireworks, all she did was cover her ears, but was still smiling and enjoying herself. Fireworks are LOUD, I even cover my sub-par ears for fireworks, christmas crackers, party poppers, etc. Ole girl is fine, especially considering her gift.

I don't think the family were that tight before the house crumbled. I think they were mostly wrapped up with their own shit cause when I think of 'dysfunctional family that lives in the same house', I think of the drama series, Greenleaf. If you've never watched, it's basically pure unadulterated mess, secrets, lies and drama. Sure the family have their moments, their bonds, but in general everyone's got their own bs to deal with. So, whilst, of course they do a lot together, (and it's a Disney family so it won't be as intense) I feel like they don't really pour their hearts out and support each other in a very genuine way until they start working on changing the family dynamics when they rebuild Casita.

Okay, that's all the hot takes that I could think of for now...

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

De(railed) +18

Summary: The canon episode "Derailed" reimagined where Reader is sent on the solo interview and Spencer, recklessly, decides to save her. Plus, the aftermath.

CW: mommy kink sub! Spencer x dom! female (she/her) reader, cum play, penetrative sex, light degradation, praise kink, light choking (mentioned), edging, calling him a slut (please let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 6 K (this is the longest thing I've ever written!)

Author's Note: Special thank you to @shemarmooresfedora for reading this for me because I was very nervous about the smut portion. And a very special thank you to @notanotherreidgirl for inspiring this idea! this was my ask so yeah, this is a little out there for me so be kind (*dips into the shadows*). Also I either really hate or really love this title :)

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De(railed)

Sitting on the train, headed towards Virginia for the custodial interview, you tried to remind yourself what Spencer said to you the previous night when you dropped him off at his apartment. You had his hands in yours and you could feel him shake with nerves when he spoke.

He told you that he believes in you. Even when you think that Hotch and Gideon are sending you out to the solo interview too early, Spencer believes in you. If only you’d believe a little bit in yourself, then maybe you’d be able to figure out a way off this train, but an armed man and innocent passengers proves that a little challenging.

The man passes the train up and down and you tell yourself to relax. In hindsight, it seems like a horrible series of events that lead to the man shooting the train attendant. You’ve done your best to keep him calm until the police can see him off the train. Looking outside, you see SWAT, local PD, and FBI lined up 50 yards from the train.

Continuing to wave his gun around the train, the unsub rants about wanting to talk to a higher authority. To yourself, to wish that Spencer was here with you. He’d have figured out exactly what was wrong with the man by now. For less than professional reasons, you’re forever grateful that he’s not here- that he’s safe on the other side of the train.

“He’s out of his mind,” the man holding a bottle of whiskey says, “You gotta do something, lady,” he says, taking a swig of his drink. Your eyes dart to him and back up the doctor, the unsub’s psychologist, looking for a way out.

You breathe deeply, hoping that the BAU would come up with a plan. Knowing FBI protocol, you expect them to try to initiate a line of communication. Glancing over at the unsub, you think that he’ll want to talk to someone who looks like they are powerful. That would be either Hotch or Gideon. Selfishly, you’re grateful that Spencer still looks like an underpaid TA with a toy gun attached at his hip.

“No! Please, don’t hurt me!” the young woman screams, trying to release herself from the man, Ted’s, grip. He releases her, throwing her to the ground when his phone rings.

Gideon.

On the phone with Gideon, the man demands for something to be removed. You can’t hear what he’s saying to the unsub, but you place the little faith you have left into hoping your team can save you.

***

His vest is much too big for him.

That’s all you can think of when you realize Spencer is the “technician” that they’re sending in. His tie and shirt stick awkwardly and there is a gap in his shoulders around the vest. The straps are pulled so tight that they nearly fold over. His hands aren’t shaking when he carries the small black box, but his eyes look terrified.

You want to reach out to him, maybe hold his hand or brush the strands of hair that have fallen into his face, but you can’t. You have to sit there and pretend that this is the first time you’ve met him. It’s excruciatingly sick and mildly amusing in an equally twisted way. The first time you’ve come to terms with loving Spencer, you both can very well die.

“I’m here for the chip,” Spencer says, holding his hands up, “the higher authorities sent me,” he claims, feeding into the unsubs delusion. You shield your glance, unable to trust yourself from launching yourself in between Spencer and the man with the gun.

“That’s far enough and drop your weapons,” Ted says, holding the crying woman by her neck, “and take that vest off. I want to see you,”

“I don’t have any weapons. They don’t authorize them for-”

“I said take it off!” the man shouts, throwing the woman to the ground.

Spencer complies, taking off the much too big vest and tossing it to the ground. He holds his hands up, playing the part of the unsuspecting underling well. He reaches out to Ted, showing him the tools that he’ll use to take out the “chip”. You wonder how Spencer will pull it off, but you know he will in the end.

Spencer digs into the man’s skin with the scalpel. You can’t catch the sleight of hand, but you know that’s what he used.

“I have to leave, the higher authorities need the chip-”

“Turn it on,” Ted orders, “Turn it on!” he screams, his voice booming in the small train.

Spencer��s eyes dart to yours thinking of ways that he can get out of here. He looks almost sorry, and you feel a wave of intense regret. The thousands of times you could have said those little words seem so simple now.

“I can’t turn it on,” Spencer says, “I can’t turn it on,” You hate how scared he sounds, and you hate even more how you have to pretend that you don’t know him.

“Why!” the unsub yells, thrashing the gun around, “You’re one of them!”

Thinking quickly when you see him point the gun at Spencer’s face, you jump to your feet. You push Spencer out of the way, terrified that he’ll do something rash. You can’t lose Spencer, not when you’ve hadn’t had the chance to have him yet.

“It needs to be implanted to be activated,” you say, “I know this stuff Ted, I’m a Fed. Only me. Everyone else,Ted is just innocent. Just let them go, Ted,” you plead, “Just let them go,”

“No!” he yells, shooting up into the ceiling of the train, “no!”

The windows are closed, but you suspect that Hotch and Gideon have the train surrounded by now. Spencer moves closer to you, staring at the man as he scratches his upper arm. He drops his hand towards yours and squeezes, like he’s saying sorry and saying goodbye all in one touch. You don’t realize this before it’s too late.

“Doctor Brier,” Spencer says, standing up with his hands near his head, “you’re right, there’s more-”

“Just make it stop!” the desperate man pleas, “Make it stop!”

“I know what it’s like, Ted. The voices, they’ve been talking to you since you were a kid. They don’t stop. I know what it’s like Ted,” Spencer says, inching closer and closer to him, “Leo? Why don’t you let him think for himself?” Spencer says, trying to use the man’s delusion against him.

“Don’t! Stop, you’re trying to trick me!” the man begs, whipping the gun around too close to Spencer’s face, “stop!”

You always listen to Spencer. Whatever he talks about, you listen. From Russian cinema to Star Trek to the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture, you listen to him. It’s not that hard and it’s easy to get lost in his eyes or the way his hands move when he talks. But the seconds leading up to when the gunshot goes off, you’re not listening.

Because without Spencer, there isn’t much worth listening to.

***

Your eyes are squeezed shut so when a large hand hovers over your shoulder you jump at the touch. It takes you all of ten seconds to realize it’s Spencer. You look him over, searching for signs of mortal wounds that will rip him from your clutches, but there isn’t any.

“You’re okay,” you say, wanting nothing more but to kiss him or yell at him, or maybe a mix of the two, “you’re okay,” you repeat, not fully believing it the first time.

“We’re okay,” Spencer says, hugging you tight as you collapse into his arms, not caring if the rest of the team watches.

“I haven’t been fair to you, Spence,” you say, breaking from the hug to caress his face. You stop, holding his face in your hands, soaking him in, “you’re not someone who gets strung along, baby. I fucking love you and you-you mean so much to me. And I hate-I hate that it took you almost dying for me to realize that,” you cry, unable to care anymore.

“You love me?” Spencer whispers, unable, himself to care that they have an audience, “You love me back, but I’m, I-I,”

“Spencer,” you tell him, pausing to kiss him fully, “I,” you plant another kiss, on his right cheek, “love,” left cheek, “you,” forehead.

“You do, don’t you?” he says, looking at you with a proud smirk, “I guess that’s good because, I love you, Y/N. I don’t go risk my life just for everyone,”

“Watch yourself, baby,” you remind him, channeling the surge of pure life that runs through your veins, “you’re in for it later, my darling,” you tell him, whispering into his ear so only he can hear.

***

You didn’t even give him time to breathe before you pushed him up against the wall. Spencer’s hands still held yours, you don’t think that he dropped them since you two safely exited the train. He whimpers through the kiss, his breathy moan only serving to spur you on. His hands broke from yours, clinging to your waist. Spencer tries to peel your clothes from your skin, but he's much too distracted by your lips that travel across his cheekbones and down to his neck. He’s breathless and panting, but you don’t let up. If he’s breathing, he’s alive and that’s all that matters now.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry,” Spencer pleads, the desperation in his voice causing you to pause from your attack on his neck, “I-I, Y/N,” he stutters, feeling empty without your kisses.

“I’m not mad, sweet boy. I’m not mad at you,” you say, laying on a sweet voice as your fingers skim through Spencer’s hair. He’s shaking slightly and closes his eyes, looking like he’s grateful to be alive.

“You’re not, but I wasn’t good,” he whispers, “I wasn’t good for you, Mommy,”

You do everything in your power to keep your composure, but after a day like today, you’re ready to melt into him. He might be the one begging at your feet soon, but there’s no doubt in your mind that it’s you who's wrapped around his finger. He looks up at you, with his back leaning against the wall; his face flushed pink and marks littering his neck.

“You scared me, Spence. I thought- I just let me take care of you,” you request, dropping your hands from his hair and grabbing onto his hand as you lead him to your bedroom. You’ve made it a habit to go to your place after cases; Spencer claims that the sunlight that dips into your bedroom in the morning is more pleasant than his view of the street, but you know he just prefers your bed and the attention he gets at your place.

“Please, Y/N,” he begs, following you into the bedroom. He’s at your heels and burrowed deeply in your heart, exactly where you want him.

You drop his hands, guiding him so his knees hit the edge of your plush bed. He kicks off his shoes and starts to undo his tie and shirt, but you stop him before he gets the chance.

“Let me do that for you, baby. I’m taking care of you tonight,” you say, feeling your heart swell as he looks up at you adoringly, “Mommy’s got you, my brave boy,” you tell him, your fingers grazing over his cheekbones, his nose and eyes. His eyes close as you continue to draw shapeless shapes over his skin.

“Thank you,” he mutters, saying it like a pray as he relaxes for the first time today, “thank you, Mommy,”

You smile at the name, enjoying how pliant he is as you unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie. His flushed cheeks lead down his equally flushed chest. You place both your legs over his body, hovering over him as you straddle him. The proximity eggs him on and the minimal friction near his pants causes him to buck up words. Mercilessly, you chuckle at his attempt to get off. You want nothing more than to put him out of his misery, but watching him squirm for the tiniest bit of affection— your affection makes you nearly as desperate as Spencer.

“Patience, sweetheart,” you tell him, harshly pulling off his shirt as you nibble on his ear. He whimpers out in desire, already unable to form coherent thoughts even though you’ve so much as kissed him.

You stop touching him, sinking down to your knees before him. Spencer looks down at you, his pupils blown and his hair messy from being pushed up against the wall. His breathing is erratic and unmeasured, but he’s heart is still beating. You smile, unafraid and not caring that it breaks character as you give his thigh a squeeze. You bring his hands to his buttons, motioning for him to unbutton his pants for you.

“I can’t do all the work now, can I, baby?” You question rhetorically, quite self satisfied that he nods eagerly. He quickly undoes his pants, kicking the heavy corduroy trousers near your bathroom door. If the moment wasn’t so tense and erratic, you probably would have teased him for his excitement.

“I want to touch you, please? Mommy” Spencer starts, his hands holding your face as you kneel. He holds your face so delicately and gently, it’s a contrast to the sinful way he’s squirming above you.

“Not yet,” you tsk, slipping your finger under the waistband of his boxers. The bulge in his underwear looks very uncomfortable, but Spencer clearly tries his best to behave under your strong stare. You peel back the underwear and let it drop to Spencer’s feet. His cock, now exposed, is painfully hard. He concentrates on his breathing and trying to remain composed as your fingers travel up his leg and towards his groin.

“There’s my pretty boy,” you coo, grabbing Spencer’s jaw and making him look down at you. He lets pitiful whine at your words, “Come on, make my fingers nice and wet,” you order, sticking out two fingers that he sucks enthusiastically.

“What a good little slut I have, you’re sucking Mommy’s fingers just as if it’s my strap, aren’t you sweet boy,” you say, gently resting your other palm loosely around his neck. You don’t apply any pressure, but let it serve as a reminder of what could happen.

Happily, Spencer sucks your fingers, moaning around them and bucking his hips up in frustration. Marred by impatience, you remove your fingers from his mouth and kneel back down on the floor. Loosely, you grip his cock with your wet fingers. Spencer whines at the friction that’s nothing close to enough.

“Tell me how that feels,” you demand, “Tell Mommy how I makes you feel,”

“I-I feel,” Spencer starts, concentrating intently, but unable to truly articulate the passion you ignite in him, “Mommy, you make me feel so good,” Spencer says, finally finding the words, even though they barely scratch the surface.

“That’s all I want, baby. You deserve to feel good. So let me take care of you, my love,” you tell him, watching as he simpers at your words.

For a second there you let yourself think that maybe it’s calling him my love that prompted his reaction, not the promise of his cock in your mouth. You know after tonight there’s no tip toeing around it anymore: you’re unequivocally in love with him and you’re a little disappointed that it took the pair of you nearly dying to figure it out finally.

Looking back up at him, you abandon your plans for a moment. You kiss him hard. Normally, you’d hate the way your teeth clash against someone else’s and how the kiss isn’t really a kiss. It’s hard to pace yourself when he’s whimpering below you as you grind down hard on his crotch. The fabric of your pants provides much needed friction, causing Spencer to cry out in a twisted mix of pleasure and pain. He paws at your work short, silently begging for you to shed your layers as well.

“Good boys wait,” you tell him, kissing his forehead and sinking back down for the last time. You’ll never be done teasing him, but for now you intend to put his needs first.

“Such a pretty cock that only I get to see,” you coo, running a finger up his length, relishing in how he shudders at your touch. You’ve touched him so many times, yet he reacts each time as if it’s the first. He’s leaking precum as his breathing becomes more and more strained. This is far from your first time with Spencer and you’re well aware of the signs of his release.

Smiling up at him, you lazily wrap your hand around him, giving him the smallest bit of friction and attention that he needs to come. You drop him once he’s close to the edge, his pleading, begging eyes turning glazed over when he realizes you’re taking off your shirt. By the way he’s looking at you, you’d think you’d be wearing your best lingerie. Quickly, you’ve learned that with Spencer you could be wearing your ratty college tee shirts and he’d still look at you like you were dripping in gold.

“Mommy,” he pleads, “I’m a good boy,” he says, no trying to convince himself to hold back from his release, “please Mommy. I’m gonna-“ Spencer says, the flush on his face deepening as he throws his head back in ecstasy. However, he summons enough energy and will to reach out and palm your boobs. You don’t hide your moans as he rolls a nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger. It only encourages him, but nowhere can you find in yourself to care.

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Spencer whimpers, unable to hold himself up anymore and collapsing on the bed. His chest heaves up and down as he tries to collect himself. He comes all over your chest, staining your lavender bralette and looking very proud of himself. Spencer learned quickly as well that coming before you’ve even touched him earns him quite the praise.

“Such a good boy,” you praise, choosing to ignore him coming without permission, “such a messy boy though,” you chastise, squeezing his thigh and crawling your fingers up his chest.

“Mommy, please, I want to make you feel good too. I love you,” Spencer begs, his eyes droopy with exhaustion from the long day and glazed over with his orgasm. His words slur together as if he's drunk off something potent. His eyes meet yours, but flit down quickly. He scans your soiled chest, licking his lips unconsciously as his eyes rank over your breasts covered in the lavender lacy and stained with his cum.

“Do you know what good boys do?” You ask, expecting Spencer to answer the question without hesitation.

“They clean up their mess, Mommy,” he says. In a moment of bravery, he grabs your hand, guiding you to lay down on the bed. He twists his hands around your back, unlatching your bra from your body and tosses it on the ground.

Above you, Spencer lowers his face so his chin barely grazes your chest. His tongue darts out onto your skin, licking up the messy cum that fell on your chest. You place your hands in his hair, gripping firmly. It’s not hard enough to cause any pain, but it’s tight enough to remind him to stay put. Spencer hums contently, lapping up your chest, but keeping his eyes trained on yours. You pull him up by his hair, pieces fall over his blissed out eyes. He smiles up at you, his chin glistening with cum, but looking pleased with himself.

“That’s a good boy,” you praise, pulling him up to kiss him deeply. His tongue swirls around in yours and his large hands cup your face. You can feel him moving in your lap, more and more desperate for attention and friction as you continue to hold him off, “I love you, baby,” you say, hoping that he’ll hear enough times for it to stick and for him to start living his life like he wants to stay alive.

“Just for you, Mommy,” Spencer mumbles, already sucking and marking the valley between your breasts, “Can you? Please?” Spencer asks, still embarrassed, after all these months to put to words his desires.

“What, baby? You need to use your words,” you tell him, scooting up in the bed and smirking to yourself as Spencer practically chases you up the headboard, “You need to tell him what you want me to do, baby,” you say, talking slowly as you rub circles into his skin. He’s still hot to the touch and flushed all over.

“I want to make you feel good,” Spencer begs, licking his fiery red lips that are swollen and bitten from your earlier treatment, “I want you to feel good,” he says, attempting to buck his hips against your legs.

“Are you sure about that, Spence?” you ask, teasing him with your wandering hands. One stays latching in his hair, exposing his criminally bare neck and the other sneaks down to his cock, but hardly satisfies his burning need, “Because it seems like you’re an insolent little slut who only cares if he gets off. Do I need to remind you that I have needs as well,” you chide, increasing your grip on his hair as your lips nip the sensitive skin of his neck. He shudders in response, unable to fully articulate a sentence.

“But you’re lucky, you’re beautiful, Dr. Reid,” you say, dropping his hair and letting his head fall onto your chest. Knowing your expectations, Spencer doesn’t hesitate to kiss and nip along your skin. You feel your panties dampen at the sight of him: his hair wild and messy, his neck marked with evidence of your mouth, and his chest is bright red, somehow still flustered and embarrassed by your affections. You find it bizarre that he still doesn’t fully believe just how head over heels you are for him. He’s too good and pure for this world, and you’ll happily spend the rest of your life reminding him just how deserving of goodness and pureness he is.

“I love you,” Spencer whimpers against your skin, his breath is hot as he pants, “but please fuck me,” he begs, flipping around on his back so you can be on top.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy, Mommy will take care of you,” you remind him, balancing yourself so you can hover over him, “Now, I’d normally want you to be quiet, but I want to hear everything. So use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me how you feel, sweetie,” you instruct, maneuvering yourself so you’re lined up with him.

“Give me a second, please,” Spencer asks, pushing himself up so his back rests against the headboard, “You make me crazy, I just need a moment to think,” he says, quietly, staring off nothing in the bedroom. You take the opportunity to grab his hand, that’s gripping onto your floral patterned sheets, and kiss his scars on his knuckles. Some are new and fresh, while others are old, from longer ago than working at the BAU. You kiss them over, as if your lips are able to help the evidence of his physical pain.

“You make me crazy too, Spencer,” You say, growing more and more unhinged as he moves underneath you, “I love you so much, darling,” you tell him, kissing his eyes, lips, nose, anything you can reach.

Slowly, so slowly, you sink down onto Spencer. You watch his microexpressions, but you know how he’ll react. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if he’s willing himself to hold off. He breathes in and out, teetering on the edge. You wait for his nod, for his sign of approval that you can move. He whines and peeks open his eyes. Spencer’s hands dig into your waist, his strong, large hands searching for any skin to grab onto.

“Please move, Mommy,” Spencer begs, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he starts to plead with you to have mercy on him, “I need it, Mommy,” he moans.

“Don’t be greedy, darling. You’ll take what I give you, but don’t you want to make me feel good too, baby,” you ask, guiding his nimble fingers to your slick core. His thumb and pointer finger begin to rub quick circles around your clit. You bite your lip, trying to keep your composure as you feel the pressure build. Between the heightened tensions of work and Spencer's hot breath against your neck, you know that you’ll come soon. Spencer’s breathy moans get more and more desperate.

“Are you already going to come again, love?” You ask, increasing your pace. His other hand grips your thigh, drawing shapes into your soft skin. Following suit, you match his sweet movements on his cheek. His breath is his shaky as you stroke his cheek lovingly, “Make me come first and then, maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come inside me,” you promise, already knowing that you’ll let him come inside you.

“Watch you disappear inside me, baby. Watch your pretty cock slip inside my pussy. It’s just like you were made for me, darling,” you cry, your voice getting slightly breathy yourself. You watch yourself as his cock goes in and out, red with overstimulation. Spencer’s eyes, littered with small tears, looks transfixed.

“Fuck,” Spencer says, “I’m so close, Mommy. I-I, you make me feel so good. You’re so beautiful, I-I-”

“So needy, you’re so fucking needy,” you say to him. You can tell he’s growing more and more impatient by the moment. His hands lurch towards your chest, pawing at your boobs. Spencer’s sloppy movements bring you closer and closer to the edge.

“So good, so good,” he repeats, his sweaty forehead rests on your collarbone. You pull him up again his hair, relishing in the pitiful moan that he lets out. It’s raw and pure sin, it should make you want to fuck him more, but it only makes you want to love him more.

You’re drunk on him. Drunk on his moans and whimpers of pleasure. You’re drunk on the way his skin sticks to yours and how his hands roam around your body, always finding a spot on your torso and legs that makes you approach the edge closer and closer. You wonder, for a second, if you’re being too hard on him. If you should just whisper that little sentence and let Spencer feel the wave of pleasure.

“I need it, Mommy,” Spencer pants, kissing lined up your chest and collarbone. His face is pressed up against your face and moves up and down as you continue your pace, “I-I, Mommy, I want you to-”

“What do you want, baby? Hmm? Tell Mommy?” You ask, your voice sounding sickly sweet. The noise of moans fills the room, Spencer’s moan akin to whimpers and whines and your’s more like praises and words of approval, “you’ve been such a good boy, baby I’ll give you want whatever you want, my love”

“Please, please let me make you come, Mommy. I need you to come, Mommy. I need it,” Spencer whines, looking up into your eyes and latching onto them in the darkness.

It’s sinful how the filthy words contrast with his sweet, shy tones. He looks so innocent, but enthralling with his face between your hands, but his own hands rubbing small circles on your clit. His moans grow more high pitched. You kiss by his ear, ready to whisper the words of approval that you’ve neared your release.

“Oh god, Spencer. God. You have no idea what you do to me. My sweet boy,” you murmur, pressing Spencer’s face further into your chest. You can feel him heave and his breathing grow more and more unsteady, but he still has enough sense to continue rubbing your clit.

You kiss him, wanting to feel him everywhere when you come undone. Kissing him is desperate and full of gasps of air. His skin is so soft as you slide across his mouth, up his cheeks, and over his jaw. His helpless moans spur you on, giving you the strength and energy to thrust down on him another time before you feel yourself come undone.

“It’s your turn, baby. Come on, sweetheart. Come inside me and maybe I’ll have to call you daddy? Hmm?” you chant, halting your movements to torture him a little longer.

“Please, Y/N. Please let me fill you up,” Spencer begs, his voice hoarse and scratchy from being so vocal, “I’m yours. I love you so much,” he calls out, wrapping his arms around you so your chests are pressed up together. He holds you sweetly and you kiss his shoulders and his neck, choosing to leave a large red welt as a reminder for him.

“You like that? Hmm you like if I call you Daddy and let you fill me up? Come on, Spencer. You can come. Don’t you want to be a good boy for Mommy?,” you say, giving him the permission that he’s been desiring all night.

He tightens his grip on your upper half as he meets his release. Spencer’s strangled moans turn into sweet whimpers as he looks down into your laps. Quietly, you ride him through the rest of his orgasm, letting him come down from his high peppered with light pecks along his freckled shoulders and sharp jawline. Spencer smiles into the kisses, his eyes are shut and his cheeks are dusted with a light pink flush. For the first time today, he looks relaxed and safe.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Spencer says quietly, mirroring your motions and kissing your shoulders and neck as you slow your pace, “Can we stay like this. Just for a moment,” Spencer asks, burning for the feeling of being inside you for even a couple more minutes.

“Of course, baby,” you tell him, squeezing him into a tight hug, “you did so wonderful for me. Such a good boy. I love my sweet boy,” you tell him, brushing the stray hairs from his face. His neck is marked by your mouth and his eyes are glazed with sleep and desire.

“I love you,” Spencer says again, his forehead falling against yours and his breath hitching as you move slightly with him inside you, “and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about today,”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart and then we’ll talk about it,” you suggest, taking the opportunity to kiss his lips as you pull yourself away from his lap.

Spencer doesn’t say much in response, but nods silently. He groans slightly as you separate your bodies and he tries to chase your lips with his as you climb out of the bed and into your bathroom.

“Please come back,” Spencer says, sounding like he wasn’t sure if you’d keep your promise.

“I’m right here, Spence,” you reassure him, returning from the bathroom dressed in an old tee shirt and carrying a warm, damp washcloth and a pair of clean underwear for Spencer.

“Can you please hold me? Please, Y/N. I need you,” Spencer says, reaching out to you in the dark. That’s one request you know you’d never deny.

“Of course, Spence. Just let me clean you up and I’ll hold you,” you tell him, gently dragging the warm towel over his skin. He’s quiet as you clean him up, but his soulful eyes look lost and sheepish, making him look smaller and more vulnerable than he actually is. You drop the towel to the floor, not caring that the water isn’t good for the floor.

You lay back down on the bed and Spencer, like a magnet to another magnet, crawls in close. He’s still undressed, except for the underwear that you gave him. His eyes are droopy and his breathing is still shaky, but steadies out as your hands draw circles on his back. You pull the covers up to his chin, making sure he’s covered before you start what you know all too well is a difficult conversation.

“Spencer,” you croak, “Why did you do that? Why do you think that’s okay?” you ask, still trying to make sense of why Spencer would risk his life like that so recklessly. You hold him tighter, squeezing his arm as he breathes out, ready to tell you what he’s never told anyone before.

“Bec-, because- I don’t matter,” he says, the words choking out between cries of years and years of pain, “because it doesn’t matter to anyone if I don’t come home. I don’t have anyone to come home to,”

“You’ve always had me,” you say quietly, “I’m your person to come home with, Spence,” you tell him, hoping with all the faith in your body that he’ll believe you. You hold his hand, weaving your fingers in his. Looking at your hands intertwined together, you’d think that your hand was made for it. It’s a little cliche, but Spencer is the kind of man that makes all those cliches seem like wonderful possibilities.

“I-I, I never had someone before,” Spencer says, “I mean, I had my mom, but it’s gotten harder. But then, then, I met you. And I never thought you’d like me like that, Y/N. I never thought you could love me,”

“Spencer,” you say, twisting around so you can hold his face in your hands, “Spencer, I love you. You are so much more than your job. You’re worthy of being loved, Goose. And I’d spend the rest of my life making you realize this”

“You want to spend the rest of your life- the rest of your life with me?” Spencer asks, sounding like he can’t believe the words that you say.

“Spence, I’ve loved you since I’ve known you,” you say, dragging your hands through his curly hair that’s matted against his forehead, “You would have realized that if you weren’t too carried away with making me your future history,”

“I think I have a habit of doing that,” Spencer confesses, kissing your forehead sweetly, “You’re- I’m sorry that I worried you like that, but for so long, for so long this is all I’ve had. And before that it was school. I throw myself into academia or work because it’s all I had,”

“Had,” you repeat, “as in the past tense. You’ve had some much more than too, Spence. We all love you. Elle and Derek. JJ and Hotch. Penny and Gideon. We all love you, but I love you the most,”

“Good,” Spencer replies, turning his head down to kiss you, “because I love you the most,”

His lips glide across yours, moving slowly at first and faster as he grows more urgent. There’s no sense in rushing through. You could kiss him lazily in your bed all night and continue until it gives way to morning. There’s no time limit, no buzzer that’s going to go off and force Spencer to whole himself back up into his past. He smiles through the kiss, knowing well that there’s more to come tomorrow, or maybe even tonight. His lips were warm and soft, maybe still a little tender from before, but still eager to feel your lips against his. Breathing together, savoring that you both are breathing, you smile yourself, fully ready for whatever comes next.

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[yuta-senpai]

Our Angel | WayV

- Genre: Smut

- Warnings: Pure filth, remote controlled vibrator, 8some, degradation, subspace, multiple penetration, breeding kink, squirting, oral (male & female receiving), unprotected sex, spit, and choking. (I’m honestly probably missing some stuff)  Just know this full 12.1k of words is basically all smut.

- Word Count: 12.1k

Ten stared into your eyes, “Baby, come on just wear it.”

You scoffed, “No fucking way.”

He pouted, “Please, it will be so much fucking fun.”

You were speechless, this man was a fucking kinky shit. You shook your head 'no’ again. He furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you saying no to your daddy when it's a punishment?”

A sigh escaped your lips, there was no way you were gonna win. 

He held the vibrator in his hand, “Put it in now or I will put it in for you. Either way, you are wearing it.”

You bit your lip, “Daddy, put it in for me.”

He smirked, “You are naughty Baby girl.” 

You laid back as he lifted your large shirt, and slid your panties to the side. Exposing your wet core to the cold air. You shivered and he licked his lips.

“I want to taste you, but you would enjoy that too much.”

He slowly slid the toy inside of you and kissed your clit before backing away. You whimpered and he smirked, “Okay, get dressed, be sure to wear a skirt. It’s time to hang out with the boys.”

You slid on your black skirt, put on a black lace bra, then a tight red crop top, and finally your boots.  You smiled as you eyed your outfit. 

Ten walked up behind you and smacked your ass. The vibrator inside of you made it hard to walk because you didn't want it to slide out, so you had to keep your legs together as much as possible. On the car ride over you felt a slight vibration ring through your body and you shivered. You didn't want to give Ten the pride of seeing you turned on by it. 

Ten held the remote in his hand and he turned the speed up more, causing a slight whimper to leave your lips.

He chuckled lowly, “You aren't gonna survive. That's not even close to the medium setting.”

Tightly gripping the car a loud choked moan left your lips as your body shook.  You bit your lips, your knuckles turning white from the tightness of your grip.  “Agh, Ten stop.  It-it’s too much.”  Your eyes rolled back as you felt an orgasm growing, your breathing rapidly increased, your chest rising up and down quickly, you were right at your breaking point.  The vibrations stopped suddenly and you whimpered, “Ahh daddy.  If you are gonna use it at least let me cum.”

An evil smirk spread across his face, “Oh don’t worry baby. You will get to cum very soon.” You didn’t know what he meant but you were excited, maybe you were gonna have quick sex in Kun’s bathroom again. 

He pulled up to the building, and you fidgeted making the vibrator poke against your g-spot. A soft gasp left your lips but the music playing covered it.  Ten turned towards you, “Babygirl when we go in there I will eventually turn that vibrator on, and if you are about to cum you need to say Paint”.  

You giggled slightly, “You are joking right?” He raised his eyebrow, “When do I joke about stuff like this?”

You nervously gulped, as you two stepped outside the car.  The large vibrator made it hard to walk, but you had to act normal.

Lucas opened the door and smirked at you which caught you off guard. He eyed you up and down, “You look good today baby.”

You stared at him for a moment, and then laughed, walking past him quickly.  Looking back around you see Ten whisper something to Lucas, causing Lucas to lick his lips seductively.  Walking into the living room you see all of the boys scattered around, and each one eyes you like a piece of candy. You cautiously walk into the room, “Uhh, hey guys.”

Kun winks, “Hey doll” he pats his lap, “Wanna sit here?”

You are taken aback, “Okay what the fuck is going on with all of you today, and where the fuck are your girlfriends?”

It wasn’t unusual for YangYang and Hendery to be clingy and offer up their lap as they were like your brothers. Xiaojun laughs, “We are all single, didn’t Ten tell you? He is officially the only one with a girl.”  It’s kind of shocking that Kun, Xiaojun, and Lucas all broke up with their girlfriends and you hadn’t heard.

Your mouth opens in shock at the news you hear, but at least their flirting makes some sense now. 

Kun smirked at you again "So are you going to take up my offer to sit here. Most comfortable seat in the house."

You chuckled "Actually I think Hendery's lap would be the most comfortable."

Hendery's eyes widened in shock and a blush spread across his face, that wasn’t usual.

Ten's arm wrapped around your waist protectively "How about she sits on her boyfriend's lap."

Xiaojun pouted "We just wanted to have a little fun." 

Ten kissed your ear and then whispered "Why don't you go sit on Hendery's lap.  You usually go sit on him instead of me anyways."  A hint of jealousy present in his voice. 

Your eyes widened "Ah bu-"

He stopped you "No but’s now go do it."

You bit your lip and sauntered over to Hendery, eyeing him. 

You sat down next to him and placed your legs over his, "Sorry I embarrassed you prince."

He smiled, “Who said you embarrassed me.  Just wasn’t expecting you to suddenly say that.”  He placed his hands on your calves and lightly caressed them, his left hand rubbing up to your thigh.  You were loyal to Ten, I mean he was your boyfriend, but something about Hendery made you want to be unloyal.  Even though he was like a brother at times, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

You bit your lip as you watched Hendery’s hands rub circles on your legs, but froze when you felt a slight vibration start inside you.  Ten was sitting across from you with an evil smirk.  You loved him but right now you wanted to kill him.

Hendery raised his eyebrow at you, “Something wrong princess?” 

Your face heated up because Hendery was intensely staring at you now, and he just called you princess.  “Uh yeah, I am fine.”

He patted your hip, “Come on, move onto my lap, princess.”

You hesitated, what if he felt the vibration, but if you didn’t he would know something was up.  Plus he probably was just worried about you since you had frozen up.  The vibrator suddenly stopped inside you, Ten must have realized Hendery might be able to feel it.  You moved yourself up onto Hendery’s lap, your ass resting on his left thigh, and your legs draped over his right thigh.  It was not unusual for you to drape yourself over Hendery, but with the vibrator pushing into you extra hard it felt different.  He wrapped his arms around your waist and you put your arm around his neck.  Lucas who had been leaning against the door frame took the opportunity to sit where you had just been sitting.  So you were now sitting on Hendery with Lucas to your left and Xiaojun to your right.  Everybody seemed less chatty today and more fixated on you, and it was intimidating.  

Had Ten told them about your punishment, were they just waiting to watch you fight off an orgasm, no Ten wouldn’t do that to you, would he.  I mean he did currently have you sitting on Hendery’s lap with a vibrator inside you, so honestly, nothing would surprise you at this point.

Ten cleared his throat and started up a conversation with the others bringing the attention off you, but Hendery seemed to focus his attention solely on you.  You shifted slightly on Hendery, the vibrator pushing against your most sensitive spot, almost causing a moan to escape your lips.  Your arm around Hendery’s neck tightens and he licks his lips.  A slight flush covers your face.  The toy inside of you suddenly starts, and not a slow pace but a very fast one.  With the angle of the toy and the sudden start of the vibrations, a loud gasping moan leaves your lips and you shudder in Hendery’s arms.  You quickly compose yourself but it was too late for that, the toy inside you stopped.

The room is silent and all eyes are on you, hungry and lust-filled eyes.  Your face heated up, “Umm sorry Hendery just pinched my side and it caught me off guard.” Xiaojun arched his eyebrow at you then looked up at Hendery to confirm his suspicions.  You looked at Hendery with pleading eyes, Hendery laughed “Sorry she kept fidgeting so I pinched her.” The others didn’t look like they believed it but didn’t protest and start back up with their conversation.

Hendery pulled you against his chest, his mouth right next to your ear.  “Princess, does Ten have you all filled up with a vibrator?  Is he controlling it?  You know I felt the vibration on my leg, he really turned that on high.” You froze, he knew about the vibrator now.

You sighed, “Yes, he does.  Let me move so it’s not so awkward.” Moving to get up he held you close, “Now I didn’t say I minded Princess.” One of his hands slipped down to your hip massaging lightly, his hands making your core clench around the toy. 

Hendery’s eyes moved from yours to look up at Ten, whose eyes were intensely focused on the two of you, a smirk forming on both their faces.

Ten smiled at you, licked his lips then pressed the button on the controller, a slow vibration running through your core.  Your toes curled but you made no noise.

Hendery tightened his grip on your hips, and your gaze moved from Tens to Hendery’s.  

Hendery placed his hand on your inner thigh way too high up, causing your skirt to slightly ride up, almost exposing your black lacy panties.

Ten turned the vibration up, and your legs trembled in Hendery’s grip.

You were having to fight not to orgasm, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the other members.  

Looking up you see Xiaojun’s eyes fixed onto yours, and the look in his eyes alone could send you over the edge.  

You couldn’t hold it off anymore, you gasped out “PAINT.” Expecting the vibrations to stop they suddenly increased, making you moan loudly.  A hand gripped your hair and tilted your head back roughly, Lucas looked into your eyes “Cum for us baby.”

A wave of pleasure washed over you, a high-pitched whiny moan leaving your lips, your whole body shaking as Hendery held you against him. 

After coming down from your high, the vibrations stopped, and you looked around embarrassed about to apologize but Hendery quickly kissed you.  The hand that had been on your thigh moving up to your cheek as he kissed you like you were the air he needed to breathe. 

He moved you to straddle him, his lips never leaving yours. 

You pulled away gasping for air and confused as to what was happening.

You felt hands on your shoulders so you looked up to see your boyfriend Ten.  A smirk covering his face "So perfect my baby girl.  Now, why don't you be a good girl for Hendery now."

You looked at him confused and he kissed you "Everybody wants a turn with you and I am giving them this opportunity once as long as you agree."

Your eyes widened “Ah, all of you? Really?” A chorus of “Yes” could be heard throughout the room.  Hendery squeezed your hips, “So what do you think princess?  Think you can handle all of us?” Your face heated up as you looked around the room, all of their eyes were hungry and needy. 

Biting your lip you nodded, “Yes I can try.” Ten kissed the top of your head, “If you need to stop or take a break just let me know, and I will stop it.” You looked up at Ten and the two of you kissed for a moment, he backed away and let the others have their fun.  Within a moment you felt two more hands on your body,  Xiaojun was gripping your left breast and Lucas your right, and Hendery’s hand slipped around from your hips to your ass.

Lucas pulled your red crop top over your head, and a chorus of groans could be heard at the sight of your black lace bra.  You felt vulnerable and overwhelmed. 

Hendery pushed the others back for a moment, they protested but he shushed them, then gripped your chin and made you look him in the eye, “Eyes on me princess.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek, “Pretend like it’s just me, and only me.” You nodded and focused your attention on him, and he rolled you down against his hardened cock, making you moan and roll your head back.  He kissed your jawline then neck, alternating between sucking and kissing.  Leaving your neck and shoulder littered with his marks.

Hendery kept rolling you down against him as he did this, your hands gripped his shoulders.

He stopped and bunched your skirt up at your waist and slid his hand down over the front of your panties.  Your panties soaking, when he felt that he groaned, “So wet for me princess.” Lucas groaned, “You are taking too fucking long Hendery.”

Hendery raised his eyebrow at Lucas and frowned. 

Lucas unclipped your bra, exposing your breasts.  He took both of your breasts into his hand and massaged them, admiring the way they felt. 

He moved his hands down to your waist and gripped onto your skirt.  “I suggest you let her stand up and take this off or I will rip it off her.”

Hendery rolled his eyes “So impatient.  We are all about to take her, we need to make sure she is ready so she doesn’t get hurt.”

Lucas gripped the skirt ready to rip it when you stopped him and slowly stood up from Hendery’s lap, you let the skirt hit the floor, leaving you almost fully exposed to seven hungry eyes.

Lucas gripped your waist and pulled you towards him, he ran his hand over the front of your panties “You really are wet baby.” He lightly kissed against the outside of your panties, your right hand gripping his hair.  He pushed the material to the side and licked from your core to your clit.  He pulled the vibrator out of you and groaned when he saw how wet it was.

A soft moan left your lips and your grip tightened on his hair. 

Lucas smirked, “You taste so good, baby.” You looked to your left and noticed Hendery and Xiaojun had moved around.  Hendery was laying down on the sofa and Xiaojun was standing at the end of the sofa.  Lucas pulled your panties the rest of the way down then pulled you down to quickly kiss him.  You pulled away from the kiss and looked to see Hendery beckoning you over.  Lucas slapped your ass causing you to jump, several people in the room chuckled. 

You looked to see YangYang with his hand down his pants, and WinWin had fully removed his dick from his pants stroking himself as he intently watched you.

Kun and Ten were watching you closely, both with obvious bulges in their pants but they didn't touch themselves.  

You walked next to Hendery and he licked his lips as his eyes looked down to your core.  

“I have the best seat in the house, princess.  Why don’t you come sit on it.” You blushed, but he pulled you down and had you straddle his chest.

His right hand dipped down to your core, his middle finger sliding into you with ease.  You moaned and braced yourself against him.  He pulled his fingers out and up to his mouth licking them “You taste amazing princess.  Why don’t you move up here and let me taste you more.” You moved forward hovering over his face, your knees beside his head.  He wrapped his arms underneath your thighs and around to the top, before pulling you down against his face leaving just enough room to breathe.  He kissed your clit, then sucked it into his mouth you shuddered and braced onto the edge of the sofa.  Xiaojun stood in front of you palming himself in his jeans.  You reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly removed his dick from his pants. 

Taking it in your hand you stroked his length a few times and licked up the bead of precum that escaped. 

A moan escaped your lips when Hendery moved his tongue a certain way, Xiaojun took the opportunity and gripped your hair in his hand and pushed his cock into your mouth.  You made eye contact with him as you ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft making him moan.  

You ran your tongue along the vein that ran across the bottom of his shaft.  He gritted his teeth and gripped your jaw holding your mouth open, “Quit teasing and suck it already.” He thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat causing you to choke.  One of your hands gripped Xiaojun’s thigh and the other gripped onto Hendery’s hair.  Xiaojun had taken control of the situation and was fucking your mouth.  

Lucas cleared his throat beside you, his very large cock free, moving your hand from Xiaojun’s thigh, you wrapped your hand around Lucas’ cock.  You slowly stroked up and down his length.  It was hard to focus on him with Xiaojun abusing your mouth and Hendery abusing your clit.

Xiaojun pulled away making you gasp for air, saliva running from your mouth.  He held your mouth open as he stroked his dick.  “Tongue out”

You stuck your tongue out, as he groaned and came in your mouth focusing on making it land on your tongue.  It dripped from your tongue onto the edge of the couch.  He smirked, “Swallow it.” You pulled your tongue back in and he released his grip on your mouth.  You swallowed then opened your mouth to show it was all gone.  

“Such a good girl.”

You smiled softly, Xiaojun wiped some cum from your chin and held it to your mouth, you sucked his finger into your mouth cleaning it. 

Somebody in the room said, “Fuck that was hot”.

A moan suddenly escaped your lips, Hendery had found a certain spot that made your thighs shake against him, and he abused that spot when he felt your thighs tighten around his head. 

Your toes curled, your thighs tightly clamped around Hendery’s head as you came harder than you ever had before, your whole body shaking.

Xiaojun cursed in front of you, Lucas cursed beside you, and your face heated up.  What had you done that made them react like that.  Hendery pushed you back to rest on his lap, nearly his entire face wet with your release. 

Hendery licked his lips, “Did you know you could squirt?” Ten gasped, “Did she actually squirt?”

Hendery chuckled “Well how do you explain my face being soaked.” You covered your face embarrassed.  Your hands were ripped from your face and Ten stood beside you both anger and amazement in his eyes, “You can squirt?" Nibbling your lip you nodded, Ten huffed “ You never have squirted for me.” You felt guilty but it wasn’t your fault, “I’m sorry.  It just only happens sometimes.” Hendery chuckled beneath you “I guess I can please your girlfriend better than you can, should probably just let her date me.” “Shut the fuck up Guanheng.” Ten growled.  “I will find what makes you squirt baby girl.” Ten leaned down and kissed you, then looked at Hendery amused as Hendery wiped his face with a towel that Kun had brought him.

Hendery smiled at you, then patted your leg, “Let me up so I can finally feel that tight little pussy of yours.” “Why do you think you get to have sex with her first?” Lucas protested.

Hendery smirked “Because I made her squirt I deserve it.  You can have your turn after.”

You stood up beside the couch and Hendery stood up beside you sliding his shirt over his head, then slid his pants and boxers to the floor.  You noticed that nobody else but you two were naked, they were either still fully clothed or just had their dicks free.

You giggled “It’s so embarrassing that all of you are still clothed except Hendery and me.” Lucas laughed and removed his shirt, exposing his toned abs.  Lucas held your face in his large hands then leaned down and kissed you.  Hendery stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck.  Lucas massaged your breasts and Hendery grabbed your right leg, putting it up on the sofa.  You felt the tip of Hendery’s cock brush against your core.  He lined himself up and slowly pushed up into you making you moan into Lucas’ mouth.  Your eyes clamped shut and you reached behind to grab at Hendery’s hair.  Lucas pulled back and chuckled, “You didn’t waste any time did you Hendery.”

Hendery moaned at your tightness, “So fucking tight.” Lucas pinched your right nipple and smirked when you moaned. “Hendery at least do her doggy style so she can suck me.” Lucas tilted your head up to look at him, and you opened your eyes.  He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, “I’d love these pretty little lips wrapped around my big cock.  She’ll probably choke on it.  Would you like that baby, want to choke on my big cock?” You nodded, then he gripped your throat in his large hands.  

“Use your words baby.”

“Yes, daddy.  Please let me choke on your big cock.”

Lucas smirked, “Ten how does it feel knowing your precious baby girl is calling another man ‘daddy’ and wanting his cock so much?”

Ten laughed but it sounded more like a moan, “Y’all really are assholes.  I’m letting you fuck my girlfriend and you are gonna tease me about every little thing.”

Lucas gripped your throat tighter and chuckled “You are the one who said little not me.  Also because we know you can’t love her or fuck her as well as us.  I can tell she likes it rough, likes being told what to do, likes being controlled by a man who is so much bigger than her.  Don’t you baby?” “Yes, daddy.”

Lucas released the grip on your throat. Hendery scoffed, “So rough with her.  She is a princess and should be treated like it.”  Hendery pulled out of you and groaned, you whined at the loss of him.

You hated that they were fighting over you but you would deal with that later.

Hendery tapped your thigh, “Get on your hands and knees on the couch, leave enough room for Lucas to sit down.” You got on the couch, your knees and hands sinking into the cushions.  Hendery climbed behind you and ran his hands from your ass up to your back, you arched wanting to give him the best angle.

“So perfect my princess.”

You looked back to see Hendery positioning himself to slide into you.

“No condom?” Hendery raised his right eyebrow and smiled, “We are all clean, and Ten said that there was a certain something you and him would both enjoy if we decide to say it.  Ten told us a lot about what you would enjoy, and what he would enjoy.” Your face heated up, you knew exactly what he was talking about now.

Hendery slid into you again and groaned, gripping your hips tightly.  You moaned and held onto the couch.  Hendery slid all the way in then halted to let Lucas get in place. Lucas sat down in front of you, his pants now fully removed.

He gathered your hair up with his right hand, holding it back for you, then with his left hand tapped the head of his cock against your lips, smearing his precum on them.

“Tongue out.” You opened your mouth and held your tongue out for him.  

He slapped the head of his cock against your tongue then thrust up into your mouth making you choke.

A deep chuckle left his lips, “I told you that you would choke on my big cock with how small you are.”

He gripped your hair tightly then nodded to Hendery.  Hendery pulled out to the tip then thrust back in rough and hard, making you lurch forward taking Lucas’ cock further into your mouth. 

Tears welled in your eyes as Lucas held your hair, holding your mouth on his cock, letting Hendery’s pace guide your movements.  He watched you intently, his gaze overwhelming to you, so you closed your eyes. 

He tightened the grip on your hair. “Eyes on me baby.”

You opened your tear-filled eyes and stared at him.  His eyes were dark, and you could tell he was really enjoying himself, this urged you on.

You started moving your head along with Hendery’s thrusts, trying to focus on the head of Lucas’s dick.  He pushed your head down “Baby, I prefer if you try to take it deep, I wanna hear you choke on me.”

You took him deeper into your mouth letting Hendery’s steady pace control your movements, Lucas basically fucking your throat.  Saliva dripped from your mouth pooling onto Lucas’ pelvis, getting caught in the small amount of pubic hair he had.

Hendery tightened his grip on your hips and changed his position, thrusting deeper and faster into you, causing a strangled moan to leave your lips. 

His right hand moved from your hip around to your clit, his fingers lightly rubbing against the sensitive nerves.  His fingers delicately playing against your clit, his movement perfectly hitting the most sensitive part making your knees shake.  Hendery pushed down on your back with his left hand making you arch your back again, then he grabbed onto your waist and leaned over you.  He thrust into your roughly which contrasted with the soft touches on your clit and the delicate kisses he placed along your back.  You felt euphoric with all the contrasting touches, Hendery both gentle and rough, while Lucas was abusing your mouth.

Lucas started thrusting up into your mouth, he had a look of determination on his face, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweating due to the pleasure.  “I’m about to cum baby.”

His grip on your hair tightened, a burning feeling running over your scalp.  A deep guttural moan left his lips, his thighs shook, his whole body tensed, and his face contorted into one of pure pleasure as he came into your mouth. 

Hendery had slowed his thrusts to let Lucas ride out his high, then he halted completely. 

Lucas stroked himself a few times making sure all the cum was out, then pulled your hair up forcing you off his dick and making you sit up as much as you could, practically sitting on Hendery’s lap, who had sat back. “Let me see that cum in your mouth.” You opened your mouth, a few drops of cum spilling from the sides. 

He let it drip down your chin, neck, and down to your breasts.

Lucas held your jaw and leaned over you, he stopped for a moment as if deciding what to do, but then he spit down into your mouth, then smirked. 

He moved his hand from your jaw, “Swallow.” You swallowed his cum and spit.  Lucas leaned down and licked the cum from your breast, cleaning all the way up to your lips where he kissed you, his tongue running against yours.

He backed away and smirked as you looked at him with want and need, “I’ll fill that pussy with my cum later.”

He leaned back on the couch to watch you.

You felt Hendery’s dick twitch inside you and he groaned.  “That was fucking hot.”

You had forgotten Hendery was even there, forgot he was inside you, having him there just felt so natural. 

Hendery wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder. 

“How about we change positions, you lay down princess.” You slowly got off of him but whimpered when he no longer was inside you.  You laid down, your head in between Lucas’s thighs, closer to his knees.

Hendery hovered over you admiring you before he slowly slid into you.  Once all the way in you placed your left leg around his waist and your right on his shoulder, he held on to your right leg as he rolled his hips into you. 

He held his lip between his teeth, his sweat-covered hair sticking to his forehead, and covering his eyes, he was watching himself slide in and out of your core. 

You gripped his arm and looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please kiss me.” He smiled and leaned over you, connecting his lips with yours.  His thrusts slow and passionate.  You moved the hair from his forehead and looked into his eyes.  Hendery buried his face against your upper chest and shoulder, his lips kissing the skin there.  He would bite and nip then suck the skin into his mouth leaving marks all along your neck and shoulder.  Hendery turned his head to your ear and let out a breathy moan, then kissed the edge of your ear, he whispered “I marked you as mine.  You know that you are mine, right princess?”

You nodded, “I know I am, my prince.”

Hendery propped himself up, his right hand next to your head, and his left hand on your waist.  He started thrusting faster, wanting to make you cum again.  A moan left your lips as he hit a certain sensitive spot. 

“Ahh, Hendery.”  Your back arched up off the sofa and you reached out to hold onto something coming into contact with Lucas’ thigh.  Your nails dug into the soft flesh of Lucas’s thigh, he winced.  “Shit baby don’t hurt me.” Hendery moved his hand from your waist down to your clit, pushing you closer to the edge, you felt bad for gripping Lucas’s thigh so tight but you were so overwhelmed with pleasure you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your grip on Lucas’s thighs tightened, and he jerked his thigh away then grabbed your left hand, holding it so you could squeeze it.  Soft whimpers and moans left your lips every couple of seconds. Seeing you so close to your breaking point urged Hendery on, his pace quickened as he fought off his own release. 

Hendery gave up on holding himself up, he leaned forward onto his elbow and kissed you, his left hand in between your bodies still rubbing your swollen clit. Your right hand went around his back, your nails digging into him leaving large red scratch marks.  Lucas still held your left hand.  Hendery leaned back down by your ear, “Gonna fill you up with my cum, do you want that princess?  Want me to cum in the pretty pussy of yours?  What if I get you pregnant, make you all mine.” Hendery’s words pushed you over the edge, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your mouth fell open, your legs wrapped tight around Hendery’s waist.  You loudly moaned “Hendery” as you came, your walls pulsating around Hendery.

Hendery moaned lowly, burying his face in your neck,  and groaning “Fuck” as he came.  He filled you with his cum, his thrusts sloppy as he rode out his high.

As soon as you both came down from your highs, Hendery moved his hand from your clit, and kissed you softly.  He pulled out and groaned, and you whimpered.  Hendery smiled and rubbed your leg, Lucas rubbed your hand.

You leaned up and finally looked back at Lucas, he was staring at you with so much admiration, love, and dominance. 

He laughed “I should have moved.  You already made my dick hard again.  But I’ll let the others get their turn.” Lucas let go of your hand and moved from the couch with Hendery.

YangYang and WinWin stood up and walked over to you, and Hendery and Lucas took their spots.

WinWin smirked down at you laying on the couch staring at them with big eyes, he stroked his dick and bit his lip.  YangYang and WinWin both were not as girthy or long as Hendery and Lucas, they definitely were more average in size.

WinWin helped you sit up.  “We have an idea sweetheart.  How do you feel about having both of us in your pussy?  Think you can handle that?” Your eyes widened “Both of you?”

YangYang nodded, “I have always wanted to try it.  So what do you think?” WinWin sat down to your right, placed his left hand on your inner thigh, and then kissed across your shoulder.

YangYang sat down to your left side, his left hand cupping your breast.  He pinched your nipple making you shudder.

You bit your lip, “Yes.” WinWin raised his eyebrow, “Are you positive?” “Yes, let’s try it.” The two boys gave each other a look and backed away from you quickly stripping down to nothing.  You giggled, “Wow you two are eager.” YangYang smiled “Of course we fucking are.” You smiled back at him, enjoying the way YangYang could always make you smile, even in serious situations like this.

The two sat back down where they had just been, YangYang immediately moved to your breast while WinWin grabbed your chin and turned your head so he could kiss you.

His lips moved against yours, his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, you opened your mouth letting his tongue into your mouth.  He ran his tongue along yours, then pulled back letting your tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it slightly.

WinWin pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

He stared into your eyes then kissed you one last time. 

“YangYang let me slide in first then you can slide in after.” YangYang pulled back from where he was sucking on your breast right above your nipple making a prominent hickey form there.

YangYang nods “Okay, sounds like a plan.” You bite your lip “So how are we going to do this? WinWin leaned back on the arm of the couch, his legs spread, and beckoned you over “Come sit in my lap sweetheart.”

You moved up into his lap and sat down, his dick pressed against his stomach.  He looked up and down your body, and held onto your waist. 

“I can’t wait to be in that pretty pussy of yours.” He gripped his dick in his right hand and guided himself into you.  Your forehead falling onto his, a moan left your lips, and a deep groan left his lips.

He held you still as he thrust up into you slowly.

YangYang kissed your right shoulder from the back, and you felt fingers down by your core.  YangYang slid two fingers in next to WinWin’s dick inside you, and scissored them, trying to prepare you. 

You winced but could handle the stretch.  WinWin stayed still inside you as YangYang fingered you.  You looked to see somebody standing right next to you, Ten was standing there holding a bottle of lube. “If you are going to do this, be sure to use lube YangYang, I don’t want her to get hurt.”

YangYang took the lube and thanked Ten.  You looked up at Ten, and he kissed you.  “If you need them to stop, just say the safe word and they will stop or I will make them stop, okay?”

You nodded, “Of course, I know daddy.” He smiled, “You are just too fucking perfect baby girl.” He walked back over and sat down next to Kun.

YangYang worked another finger into you stretching you out enough to be able to fit him inside.  He pulled his fingers out and you heard the lube opening behind you, then you felt the head of his dick at your entrance.

WinWin held your waist, “Relax sweetheart.” YangYang kissed along your shoulder as he positioned himself behind you and slowly pushed the head of his dick inside you.  The stretch making you dig your nails into WinWin’s arms.  You whimpered, and WinWin massaged your waist, “You really need to relax sweetheart.  Focus on me.” You stared into WinWin’s eyes and took a deep breath, letting yourself relax.  YangYang took the opportunity and slid all the way into you.

You felt so full with both of them inside you.  You held onto WinWin’s shoulders and they both stayed still.

YangYang buried his face into your neck, “I think you are gonna have to move for us, angel.  It’s a tight fit.”

You pushed yourself up a bit then slid back down on them, all three of you moaned.  It was very overwhelming, and you could only move so much otherwise you risked them sliding out.  You set a steady pace moving up and down on the two of them.  YangYang kissed and sucked all along your shoulder, the sensations sending shivers down your spine.

YangYang groaned “I am not gonna last long at all angel.” WinWin threw his head back “Me either.  God, you are so fucking, sexy sweetheart.  Taking the two of us so well.” YangYang started thrusting up lightly, chasing his orgasm.  WinWin leaned up sandwiching you tightly between their bodies.  Sweat rolled down your neck and WinWin licked up the bead of sweat.

They both thrust up into you at the same slow but deep pace, both desperate for their release.  YangYang leaned his head against your back, his heavy and hot breath fanned out across your bare skin.  You were so close to your release and your legs shook as you tried to move with them.

YangYang's breathing got more ragged and his hands gripped your waist, “I-I I’m gonna cum angel.  Gonna fill you up.” He bit down on your shoulder and grunted as the hands-on your hips shook and he came inside you.  You whimpered, now feeling extra full. 

WinWin chuckled, "That was kind of gross feeling you cum YangYang."

You giggled and YangYang just laughed against your back. 

His breathing was warm and slow, as he tried to catch his breath. 

YangYang slowly pulled out and laid down behind you.  His cum along with Hendery's dripping down from your core.

WinWin looked down to see his dick coated in cum and groaned.  "That's fucking hot, look at you leaking cum.  I can't wait to fill you up too.  You are gonna be so full when we are all done."

He moved his hands to your waist and thrust up into you, a wet sound came from your core.  You bounced on him and he groaned.  He started thrusting up into you faster, and you still slowly moved up and down on him, which greatly contrasted WinWin's fast movements.

You moaned loudly and whimpered, you buried your face into his neck and wrapped your arms around him.  The pleasure was too overwhelming, so you gave up on trying to move.  Just letting him fuck up into you.  Your teeth grazed his collarbone, making him suck in a deep breath.  You kissed the skin softly and bit down, likely leaving a mark against his beautiful skin.  He wrapped one hand in your hair and the other still dug into your hips.  "Gonna cum for me sweetheart?"

You nodded and panted out, "I'm so close Sicheng."

He grunted close to your ear, "I know, I can feel you tightening.  You feel so good around me, so good.  You deserve to cum, sweetheart you can do it.  Cum for me."

You whimpered loudly and dug your nails into his back.  

You moaned out "Ahh Sicheng." As you came around him.  He grunted at the tightness, and you calling him by his real name again.  His breathing shook and his hand that was against your hip tightened.  You felt his legs shaking underneath you, and his arms holding you shook as he was about to cum.  He thrust up hard and came, you pressed all the way against him, so you could feel him cumming deep within you, painting your walls.  A loud almost whiny moan escaped his lips as he came.  He continued to move his hips helping you both through your orgasms.  You fell against his chest, both of your breaths ragged.  He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

He was being so caring and gentle.  You stayed leaned against him as you tried to gain back control of your breathing and surroundings.  You heard movement next to you but were still out of it, the orgasm having been so overwhelming you felt light-headed.

WinWin patted your butt and whispered in your ear, “My time is up baby, you have to let me up.” You whimpered and curled down further against him.  

He chuckled lightly, “I would love to just lay here and hold you but I have to move now baby, I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him and pouted, tears in your eyes, you had slipped into a fully submissive headspace.  WinWin softly kissed you then helped lift you up off of him and sat you down on the couch.  You whined as he pulled out, and he sighed.  “I know baby, I’m sorry.”

He looked over at somebody, “Ten I think she slipped into a different headspace.”

When he had pulled out the release of all three men spilled from you down your thighs.  You shuddered at the feeling.  

Ten grabbed your chin and had you look up at him, he noticed the tears in your eyes.  “You doing okay baby?”

You nodded, “I just don't like being empty.” Ten chuckled, “You really did slip into a submissive headspace, how cute.  Don’t worry baby you will be filled again soon.”

He ran his middle and pointer fingers between your legs collecting the release of all three men, then slid his thumb across your lower lip and you opened your mouth.  He smirked as he laid his pointer and middle fingers in your mouth.  You closed your mouth around them and sucked, closing your eyes.  Loving the taste of the mixture of your release and their release, the salty mixture overwhelming your taste buds.  He pushed down against your tongue, and you whimpered around his fingers.  You were so focused on his fingers that you didn’t notice somebody sit down behind you until cold hands touched your waist.  You flinched at the contact and he chuckled lowly, “Sorry doll, did I startle you?” You recognized the voice as Kun’s and nodded, then mumbled out around Ten’s fingers, “Cold.”

Kun kissed your shoulder, “Want to help me warm up?”

“Yes, please.”

Ten held your tongue in between his fingers making a small amount of saliva spill from around his fingers, “Aw look at you drooling, so messy baby.”

You opened your mouth wide and looked at him, his fingers still holding your tongue.  He groaned lowly, “Holy fuck.  Look at you.”

More saliva spilled from your open mouth.

Ten pulled his fingers from your mouth and you whimpered.  He gripped your chin and leaned in kissing you then he pulled away to stand up and undress.  Kun continued to kiss along your shoulder. He let his right hand slide between you, pressing his finger against your clit making you whimper. He leaned up to your ear and kissed softly before whispering, “Maybe Ten will let me join you again so I can taste that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Why not taste it now?” He chuckled, “Because I don’t want to taste their cum.” You smiled and giggled, Ten raised his eyebrow and sat back down in front of you “What are you two whispering about?” Kun rested his chin on your shoulder, “Oh nothing.  Just telling her how much I want to fill her up.” “Uh-huh, if you say so.”

Ten leaned against the armrest of the couch and looked you up and down, he stroked himself as he looked at you,  “God, you are so perfect.  Dripping with cum, drooling, and looking so fucked out.  So beautiful.  My perfect, beautiful girl.” Your face heated up and he smiled at you, he always knew what to say to get you flustered.  Kun kissed your neck and moved his arms from around your waist.  The couch shifted behind you as he got up.  You looked behind you to watch Kun undress, his muscles flexing as he moved.  He pulled his shirt over his head then smirked at you, “Like what you see?” You bit your lip and nodded causing him to chuckle, “So cute.” You smiled at him, then your eyes widened as he pushed his pants and boxers down.  You had noticed his bulge was quite large but you weren't expecting that.  It was not super long but it had a lot of girth. 

He raised his eyebrow and stroked himself a few times as he watched you.

“Looks like it's gonna stretch me out good.”

He chuckled “You just had two dicks in you, I don’t think I’m gonna stretch you much more than that.” He sat back down behind you, his hands rubbing from your lower back up to your shoulders. 

“Ten, how do you think we should do this?” Ten stroked your cheek, “I think her legs are probably tired, so how about she lays down on her stomach.  Sound good baby?” “I- I want to watch Kun.”

“Yeah, I want to watch her.” “How about we start on your stomach and then move onto your back.” You nodded and moved to lay down, your legs spreading around Kun’s body behind you and your head resting on Ten’s thigh.

He stroked your hair and moved it out of your face, then held it to keep your hair out of the way.  Kun ran his hands from behind your knee up to your ass, then he landed a firm slap onto your right cheek making you flinch. 

He kneaded the spot he slapped then you felt a soft kiss against where he had hit.  He moved up closer to you, and you felt his dick rub across your ass.  A shiver ran up your spine as he spread your ass cheeks apart and the head of his dick ran up against you.  Ten stroked himself slowly and still held onto your hair, you knew he wanted you to suck him but he wasn’t rushing it.  Kun pushed against you not quite sliding in, making you push back against him.  He chuckled, “Patience doll.”

You stared at Ten’s face, his eyes were fixed on what Kun was doing.  You felt Kun spit down against your core and you flinched, “Oh fuck, it was already wet enough but I wanted to do that.”

Kun used his hands to spread you again, he rubbed the head of his dick across your clit, then slapped the head against your clit making you flinch.  He pulled back and suddenly slid the head of his dick in, making you dig your nails into Ten’s thighs.  Kun slowly rocked back and forth only using the head of his cock.  “Please, all the way in Kun.”

Kun gripped your hips and readjusted himself so he was leaning more forward.  You watched Ten raise an eyebrow at Kun, then Ten leaned forward just a bit, making sure to not push your head from his thigh.  You felt Kun move a hand from your hip.  

You pushed back against Kun wanting to feel him all the way in.  The hand that had moved from your hip was brought down on your ass cheek, “I told you to be patient doll, don’t test my patience, or I won’t let you cum.”

Kun moved his hand away again, and you saw it on Ten’s cheek.  You moved just a bit to get a better look but laying on your stomach you could only see so much.  Kun suddenly thrust all the way into you then leaned forward and connected his lips with Ten’s.  One of your hands gripped onto Ten the other onto the couch.

Ten whimpered and melted into Kun’s touch, which just urged Kun on.  He pulled out of you, almost to the tip then thrust back in forcefully making a whiny moan leave your lips.  You listened to the noises they made as the two kissed passionately.  Kun’s hand moved to grip Ten’s hair, he pulled it roughly pulling Ten’s head back.  Kun started thrusting into you at a steady pace as he kissed down Ten’s neck.

Ten whined, “Holy fuck Kun.”

Kun chuckled lowly then licked from Ten’s collar bone up to his jawline.  Kun made eye contact with you and winked.  

Both of his hands moved to your hips as he changed his pace.  He started to thrust in deep and slow then rotate his hips around before pulling almost all the way out.  This made you bury your head in Ten’s thigh, your eyes closed tightly.  He repeated this several times then groaned, “Your pussy feels so damn good.”

Ten gripped your chin and turned your face to look up at him, “Suck.”

He was stroking himself, beads of precum leaking from the tip, the head very red from lack of attention.  You pushed your upper body up and Ten gripped onto your hair.  You looked at him with big eyes and stuck your tongue out, “Please fuck my mouth daddy.”

Ten groaned, “So hot for me baby.”

Kun gripped your hips tighter and moaned, “Such a dirty girl for us aren’t you doll?”

You nodded the best you could, and Ten slapped the head of his dick against your tongue.  He then rubbed his precum over your tongue making you taste him. 

You took the head into your mouth, sucking it as hard as you could.  Ten’s thighs shook, “Oh-oh fuck.”

You pulled away with a smirk and he rolled his eyes, he knew you liked teasing him.  You wrapped your lips back around him, and let him take control as he slowly thrust up into your mouth.  He was being careful not to be rough.  Kun kissed against your shoulder blade and you shivered, his hands wrapped around your stomach as he continued to kiss along your back.  His thrusts slowed back down as he focused on kissing your back, and leaving small love marks along your shoulder blades. 

“What if I gave your angel wings in love marks since you are our little angel.” You tightened around him at the idea, and at the possessive name.  He chuckled against your shoulder, “I think you liked that doll.” You couldn’t nod or say anything as Ten was still rolling his hips up into your mouth.  Drool dripped out around his dick, down your face, and down onto him.

Ten chuckled, “You really are messy baby.”

Kun’s hands dug into your waist as he started thrusting into you faster, your body moving with each rough thrust up into you.  You reached behind you and gripped his arm, digging your nails into it.  He hissed at the pain, “Ow damn doll.”  He didn’t push you away he let you hold onto him.  Your other hand dug into Ten’s thigh, as your breathing got more rapid.  

“Aww baby, gonna cum already?”

You couldn’t respond as your body shook and you moaned out around Ten’s dick.  Kun slowed his thrusts, and groaned “Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet.”  He pulled out for a moment and then slid back in, landing a slap on your ass.  “ Now who said you could cum already doll.”

Ten pulled away so you could speak, “I’m sorry Kun.  It’s just so overwhelming.” 

He slowly rolled in and out of you as he listened.  He leaned down and kissed your shoulder blade, “Since you have been so good tonight I won’t do anything to punish you, maybe another time.”  You turned to smile at him, and he smiled back then suddenly thrust in deep making a loud moan leave your lips.  He chuckled, “How cute”.  

Ten was stroking himself as he watched you.  He slid his dick back into your mouth, rolling his hips at a quicker pace trying to finish.  Kun started thrusting faster and you felt his sweat drip down onto your lower back.  You wanted to see his face, you were sure his jaw was locked and his dimples were showing, as sweat dripped down his body.  You whimpered around Ten’s dick and he pulled away, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I want to see Kun.”

Ten rolled his eyes, “Can’t even let me finish here.”

You pouted up at him and he sighed.  

Kun chuckled from behind you, “Want to flip around and look at me, doll?”

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

Kun pulled out of you and sat back as Ten helped you move onto your back.  You got on your knees, and Kun landed a firm slap against your ass.  

“Ahhh Kun”

He chuckled, “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

You finally flipped over so you were laying on your back, your head against Ten’s thigh.  You could finally fully admire Kun.  He was leaned back staring at you closely, his hair wet with sweat, a few drops dripping down his chest.  His thighs were flexed the way he was leaned back, and his cock stood tall, twitching when you looked at it, making a drop of precum drip out.  You looked back up at his eyes and they were dark as he stared at you then a smirk spread across his face.  

He moved forward hovering over you, “Hi.”  

You smiled, “Hi.”

One of his hands was on the back of the couch the other close to your head.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he reached between the two of you, guiding himself into you.  Your back arched as he slid in, your head pushing into Ten’s leg.  Kun groaned and leaned down, kissing along your chest.  He started rolling in and out of you slowly as his lips attached to your right nipple.  He carefully sucked it between his lips then ran his teeth along it making you shudder, “Ahh Kun.”

Ten was slowly stroking himself as he watched you, quiet moans leaving his pretty lips.  You moved one hand to Kun’s hair and your other wrapped around Ten’s leg.  Your eyes drifted up to Ten’s face, watching him with love in your eyes.  He looked down at you smiled and silently mouthed “I love you.”  You did the same back and smiled.

Kun backed away from your chest and grabbed your chin turning your face towards him “Eyes only on me doll.”

He held onto your chin as he continued to thrust into you, forcing you to look at him.  You stared into his eyes and pushed his hair out of his face.  He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back as his pace quickened.  He leaned back and grabbed your legs, placing them on his shoulders.  He held your thighs close together.

The pleasure became overwhelming and the stretch started to hurt as he continued to thrust fast.  He turned his head and kissed the inside of your leg near your ankle as he continued to thrust into you slowly.

“Please move faster Kun.”

His grip around your thighs tightened as he started to thrust into you quickly finally chasing his high.  

Low groans leaving his lips with each thrust, and his eyebrows scrunched up.

“Right there, just like that Kun.”

You felt the pleasure building deep within you, your legs shaking in his hold as you started to see stars.  The pleasure becoming overwhelming as you finally were pushed over the edge, your mouth open, but moans unable to leave your lips. Your whole body tensed up and your body shook as you came.  

He moaned loudly “Oh fuck, doll.”

His thrusts became erratic as he was pushed over the edge.  You could feel each pulse of dick as he came.  His breathing was ragged and he looked spent when he finally made eye contact.  

He chuckled. “I came a lot.  I really wanted to fill you up good, doll.”

He carefully moved your legs down from his shoulders, they were still shaking.  He leaned down and kissed you one more time before laying his head on your chest for a moment.  The sweat on his hair feeling wet against your breast.  “God I don’t want to pull out, you feel too good.”

“You feel so good Kun.”  You kissed the top of his head.

Xiaojun groaned, “Move, I still need a turn.”

Kun chuckled and backed away, slowly pulling out of you.  He hissed as the cum started dripping out of you.  “So hot, full of me.”

He used his finger to collect it and push it back into you.

Your face heated up, and he smiled as he backed away from you and got off the couch, collecting his clothes from the floor.

Xiaojun quickly moved into the spot Kun had been.  Ten was slowly stroking himself.  Xiaojun seemed to be thinking, “I guess we can do doggy style so Ten can finish.”

He sighed after saying that, “I wanted you to ride me though.”

Ten groaned “I want to cum, dammit.”

You chuckled, “Fine doggy it is until Ten finishes, then if you still haven’t come then I will ride you, Xiaojun”

“Okay, fine.”

You whimpered as you tried to roll around onto your legs, your whole body sore.  Ten chuckled “Sore baby girl?”

You nodded, “I don’t think I can get up.”

Ten seemed to think for a moment, “I have an idea.”

He lifted your head from his leg and stood up from the couch, he walked behind the arm of it.

“Scoot back over here”

You pushed yourself up and over to the edge of the couch, your head resting on the arm.  

“Hang your head back more.”

You scooted up more and let your head hang over the side of the couch backward.

“Open for me.”

You opened your mouth and Ten easily slid himself into it.  The angle allowing him to easily slide down your throat if he wanted to you. 

Once Ten was situated Xiaojun quickly moved up close to you.  Ten backed away to let Xiaojun get situated.  

He chuckled “You basically are riding me in this position since you are sitting up a bit.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he held you up as he got underneath you more.  His thighs under your ass.  

“Ready?”

You nodded and he pushed into you.  Moans leaving both of your lips.  He wrapped his hands around your hips and slowly pulled out and thrust back in.  You grabbed his arms and dug your nails into them.  Ten placed his hand on your chin and tilted your head back, “Stop forgetting about me, baby girl.”

“I’m sorry.”

He leaned down and kissed you as he still held onto your chin, then he hovered over you.  “Open for me.”

You opened your mouth and he slid into your mouth again, being careful to not push too far back.  He moved his hand down to your throat, not putting pressure but instead just resting it there.  He started to roll his hip so he was going deeper into your mouth, “I can feel myself in your throat.”

You sucked a deep breath in through your nose when Xiaojun licked across your nipple.  You couldn’t see him so it had come as a surprise.  He was still thrusting in at a slow but steady pace, you could tell he was trying not to cum yet, wanting to have you all to himself.  You started to move your head a bit trying to push Ten over the edge.  Ten suddenly put pressure against your throat “No, I have control here.”

You looked up at him with pleading eyes and he smirked.

Xiaojun started to thrust a bit faster, you could tell he was getting a bit desperate to cum.  His lips still working on your nipple, and one hand moved down your stomach to rub against your clit.  Your back arched as much as you could.  Xiaojun breathed out, “Go ahead and cum for me, baby.”

You wanted to tell him he needed to move faster but with Tens hips rolling into your mouth you couldn’t.

When your body wasn’t reacting the way he wanted he realized and started thrusting faster.  His fingers still working quick circles on your clit.

“Come on baby, cum for me.  Let go.”

You focused on the pleasure, letting it wash over you.  You choked out a moan around Ten’s dick.  Ten groaned at the feeling and Xiaojun bit your shoulder moaning out around it from the sensation of you cumming.

Ten started to whine and moan.  He started rolling his hips into your mouth faster.  He pulled out and stroked himself quickly, his other hand bracing onto the side of the couch, he groaned.  “Oh fuck”

He slid himself into your mouth again, cumming as he groaned and breathed heavily.  You swallowed his cum as he came then pulled away from him with a pop.  Opening your mouth to show him you swallowed.  

He stroked your cheek, “Such a good girl.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead before walking away to leave you with Xiaojun.  Xiaojun slowed his thrusts and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you more against him.  You leaned to get a kiss and he turned his head away. “Yeah no, you just swallowed his cum.” You rolled your eyes then wrapped your arms around his neck and he held your waist as he thrust in and out of you slowly.  He buried his face in your neck, his warm breath spreading across your neck, and soft moans left his lips. You ran your nails softly over his back, “Go ahead and cum Xiaojun. No need to fight it off anymore.”

His breath was shaky as he held you close, placing kisses along your neck.  You started to move your hips trying to help him, but he held you still, just rolling himself in and out of you then stopping to rotate his hips every couple of thrusts.  His nails dug into your waist as he whimpered then moaned loudly.  “Ahhh fuck.  So good baby.”

His hips thrusting up against you erratically as he came, his thighs shaking underneath you.  His arms tightened around your waist, holding you close, his whole body tensing.

He sighed and relaxed as soon as the high wore off.  Your sweaty bodies sticking together, he chuckled as he pulled away.

He kissed your forehead then pulled out and laid back on the couch, slightly out of breath.  “Damn.”

The stickiness between your thighs started to feel a bit gross.  Lucas tapped Xiaojun’s arm, “My turn.”

Lucas winked at you.

You looked up at him, “Damn, Lucas. I don’t know if I can.”

He pouted, “Ahhh what.  Really baby?”

Xiaojun chuckled as he got up and Lucas smacked his back.  “Don’t laugh, this sucks.”

Xiaojun raised his eyebrow then started to walk over to another chair, “Sad you don’t get to feel how amazing her pussy is?  Yeah, I am gonna laugh because the rest of us know what it feels like.”

The others in the room chuckled.  You had honestly forgotten you had an audience, you looked and the others had all left excluding Ten and Hendery.

You made eye contact with Hendery who smiled at you.

Lucas pouted again then turned towards you as if begging you.  You chuckled and opened your arms to him.  

He smiled and got on the couch, immediately moving to hover over you.  He touched his nose against yours “Hi”.

You smiled, “Damn what happened to the dominant Lucas from earlier.”

He raised his eyebrow, “I was gonna go easy since you have been filled up so much, but since you are such a dirty girl who likes being dominated I guess I won’t do that.”

He grabbed your legs pulling you down to lay on your back, making a gasp escape your lips.  The way his facial expressions had gone from cute to sexy in seconds was almost startling.  You reached out to him, and he grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head.  He kissed and sucked all along your neck, littering your neck with even more marks.  You probably had an alarming amount at this point.

He licked your nipple then blew cold air against it making you fidget.  He chuckled lowly, “Cute.  Still so responsive to touches.”  

He did that a few more times, making you fidget each time.

He grabbed under your thigh with his other hand and placed it on his hip, so you wrapped both legs around him.

“Good girl.”

He reached down and slowly guided himself into you.  You dug your nails into your own hand, biting your lip to hide a moan.

His thrusts were deep and slow.  He was hitting so deep within you, it was making your mind hazy.  You held your lip between your teeth, suddenly shy about moaning.  He leaned down and bite your lip pulling it from between your teeth.  “Don’t get shy about moaning now baby, let me hear those pretty moans.”

You immediately moaned at that and arched your body up against his.  

His thrusts got faster but he was still holding your hands so he could only move so fast at this angle.

He let go of your wrists, “Hands off and keep them up there.”

You nodded “Yes Daddy.”

He smirked at you that then leaned back so he was sitting fully up.  He grabbed your legs, unwrapping them from his waist.  Rubbing up your thigh he let his hands rest against the underside of your knee, bending your knees down.  He used you to support himself as he started thrusting faster and harder.  

His thrusts were almost painful he was hitting so deep within you.  You dug your nails into the couch above your head.  Your eyes rolled back as an orgasm suddenly ran over your body, your mouth open and your body arched as you shook under him.

You came down and started gasping, not having breathed during the orgasm

He chuckled lowly, “Already came for me baby, now who said you could do that?”

“I’m sorry it just suddenly happened.”

He removed a hand from under your leg and smacked down by your ass.  He slowed his thrusts, pushing in deep and rotating his hips.

He looked down at your stomach for a moment and groaned.  “Holy fuck look at that.”

You tried to look but couldn’t see what he was looking at.  

He pushed his hand against your lower stomach and slowed his thrusts even more.

“What is it?”

You started feeling self-conscious, thinking something was wrong.

“Give me your hand.”

You moved a hand from above your head and he stopped thrusting.  He placed your hand on your lower stomach, and placed his over the top then thrust forward.  You could feel him and you looked up at him, “Holy shit.”

He smirked, “That’s so fucking hot baby.  I fill you up so good I can see myself in you.”

Your face heated up and he continued to roll in slowly.  You moved your hand to let him watch himself move in and out.

You ran your hand up his arm and he raised an eyebrow,  “I said no touching.  Hand back up above your head.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he said. 

He looked back to watch himself sink in and out of your core, “Such a pretty pussy even when it’s been used.  Still so tight and warm just for me.”

“Ahh daddy, you gonna cum?”

He thrust in hard and groaned, rotating his hips as he did.

You gasped at the feeling, it was overwhelming.  “Think you can cum for me again baby?  Then I will fill you up with my cum, I know you want that.  You love being so full of cum don’t you?”

You whimpered and nodded.  He thrust in hard again, “Words baby.”

“Yes I do, Daddy.”

“Good girl.  Now let’s get you to cum one last time. Do you prefer it deep or fast?”

“A bit of both but not super deep, you are big, and it kind of hurts.”

He softened for a moment and rubbed your thigh, “I’m sorry baby.”

He switched back to his dominant side immediately though and started thrusting faster, not focusing on going super deep like he was before.  It felt amazing. 

“Ahhh just like that.”

He kept the pace exactly how you needed him to be, and your orgasm quickly grew.  You gasped out, a loud moan escaping your lips as your legs shook in Lucas’s hands. 

“G-gonna cum.”

“Cum for me baby.”

You gripped onto the couch tightly and you arched up against your own legs that Lucas still held.  

“Ahh fuck, you are clenching so tight.”

A deep moan left his lips.  As soon as your body relaxed and you looked into his eyes he started thrusting faster, wanting to finally cum.

Soft, quiet moans left his lips.  He dropped your legs and leaned forward, placing his hands on both sides of your body.  

He rolled his head back and bit his lip as he thrust in hard, finally cumming.  He rotated his hips, then thrust forward again, trying to prolong his orgasm as long as he could.

He softly laughed and his head lulled forward, “Holy fuck that felt good.”

You moved your hands from above your head and rubbed his arm.

“Felt amazing Lucas.”

He looked at you and leaned down to kiss you one more time.

After that he pulled out and backed away, sitting at your feet.  You still laid there, sore and exhausted.

Kun walked over to you a few moments later and crouched down to your level.

“Please drink this.”

He handed you a cold bottle of water and helped you prop yourself up to drink it.  You took a sip, your throat so raw it hurt to drink.  You winced and Kun was stroking your hair.  “Does it hurt?”

You laughed, “Yeah my throat is so raw it hurts.”

“I will make you some tea in a moment.”

WinWin walked back in and smiled at you, “The bath is ready.”

Kun reached to help you up, “Want to get cleaned up?”

You nodded, “Yes please.”

As you went to stand you winced, “Oww”

Lucas patted your leg, “I’ll carry you.  Maybe I can even take a bath with you.”

He winked and Ten groaned, “You are all getting too domestic with my girlfriend now.”

WinWin chuckled, “Well we are just making sure she is okay.  Plus we did just all cum inside her, what if she gets pregnant.”

The room went silent for a moment but Lucas stood up and reached down to pick you up.  Wrapping his arm underneath your legs and his other behind your back, you threw an arm over his shoulder.  He picked you up and carried you, still naked.

Hendery looked away, “Put some clothes on first, damn.”

“We all just fucked the same girl, I think you can handle seeing my cock for a few moments.”

Lucas carried you to the bathroom, Kun and Ten followed the two of you.  Lucas went to place you down in the tub but Kun stopped him. 

“Want me to clean up between your legs first?”

“Uhm yeah, you probably should.”

Lucas placed you down on the countertop and kissed your forehead.

“You can get her into the bathtub right?”

Kun laughed, “Yeah we will be fine.”

Kun ran a hand towel under the water then went to clean you up, being careful not the hurt you.

Then they helped you into the tub, but Ten stripped and got in with you.

Kun scratched the back of his head, “Well I guess I will go now, I will make some tea in a bit so you can drink it, and I will have some food ready for you.”

“Thank you, Kun.”  Ten smiled up at him.

You leaned back against Ten and sighed “Holy shit that was crazy.”

He laughed, “It really was, hot but crazy.”

You stopped to think for a moment about something that WinWin had said, “So Sicheng mentioned about ‘what if I got pregnant,’ I mean yeah I am on birth control but things could happen.”

Ten kissed your shoulder, “Welp we figure that out if it happens.”

One Month Later

You walked out of the bathroom and looked at Ten, his eyes wide as he waited to hear the results.  

“I’m pregnant.”

[writing-wh0re]

can you do sub!george and fem reader and she teases him by making him watch her masturbate but isn’t allowed to touch her or himself until she says so? ( like a begging kink)

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,600

Warnings: Smut18+, Female Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Begging Kink, Slight Praise Kink, Sub!George / Slight Dom!Reader, Fingering, Male Performing Oral, (Very) Slight Nipple Play.

A/n: Enjoy hehe.

George and I had been waiting two weeks for the new delivery to come into the shop, we had both agreed to open it together and sort through everything that was new and exciting. However while on my lunch break, George had opened the shipment with Fred and they are now looking around on where to display the products.

“Having fun?”

The twins stop what they’re doing, Fred smiling wide at me ready to show me the product in his hand. George’s face drops, knowing how he has fucked up.

“Y/n, u-uhh, um.” George stutters as Fred rushes to my side, my eyes staying locked on George, narrowing my eyes slightly, softly shaking my head.

“Y/n, this is what we’ve been working on, obviously you’ve seen all the blueprints for it but what do you think?” Fred asks, handing me the box. I look over the packaging, seeing the words ‘Happy Bubble Box’ written across the top.

“It’s awesome Freddie, do we have a tester out?”

“We are organising that now.” George states, scratching the back of his neck.

I smile at the pair before excusing myself to George’s office, trying to hide my disappointment and be happy for the boys.

I sit in George’s chair as I smirk to myself, the devilish idea popping into my mind. I contemplate going to get George but my thoughts are interrupted as the tall red headed man walks through his door, our eyes instantly locking on one another.

“Sit.” George opens his mouth to protest my demand before covering it with a cough and a small nod, sitting in the chair in front of his own desk.

“Baby girl, let me-”

I hold my finger to my lips, signalling him to be quiet, shaking my head.

“We had a deal and I have an idea on how you can make up for it.” I smirk, biting my lip, George nods eagerly.

“Anything baby.”

“Bring your chair around here and watch.” I wink.

“Watch?” George chuckles as he moves around the desk before sitting down in front of me.

I stand up from his office chair, a cheeky smile dancing across his features. I slowly trail my fingertips up my thighs, hitching my skirt up higher as George's eyes wander up my legs, his pupils blown with lust.

George falls to his knees, his face now level with my pussy, licking his lips before looping his fingers in the sides of my panties pulling them down my legs. I place my finger under George’s chin as he looks up at me with hunger. Without another word, I sit back in his chair, placing my legs over the arms, completely spread open for him.

George groans at the sight leaning forward slightly as I shake my head.

“Nope, you have to watch, no touching me or you.” I warn George causing him to hiss, before getting more comfortable on the floor, closer to me.

I slowly unbutton my shirt, George’s eyes fixated on my every move, his mouth slightly agape. I unclasp my bra, the straps falling down my arms as I rid myself of the fabric.

“Beautiful.” George compliments a soft gasp escaping him.

I smile at his words, a slight blush warming my face. I softly lick my index finger, slowly dragging it down my chest, the small trail of saliva glistening on my skin as I roll my nipple between my thumb and index fingers. I tilt my head back slightly, a small breath falling from my lips at the feeling of some pleasure. George’s moan rings through my ears, the brush of his fingertips against my thigh causes me to snap my head in his direction.

“George.” I warn, watching my boyfriend groan before dropping his hand from my body.

“Princess, please.” A devilish smirk dances across my lips looking down at George, his bottom lip between his teeth, arousal washing over me at his plea.

“I haven’t even started.” George rolls his eyes at my statement, the familiar jingle of his belt buckle flowing through the air. “I said no touching.”

“Just getting comfortable baby girl.” George states, raising his hands in defence. I nod in response, allowing George to continue to undo his pants, not once touching his growing bulge.

I continue to tease both myself and George, licking my fingers once more before going down the familiar trail, tugging on my erect nipple.

“Uh, that feels so good.”

George nods his head in response as I slowly dance my fingertips down my body, dragging my nails up and down my open thighs, tickling myself ever so slightly, my breath hitching at my actions.

“Tease.” George mumbles, causing me to lick my lips while dragging my right hand closer to my pussy, gently tracing the outside. I slip my middle finger past my wet folds, a sigh of relief filling the silence as I start to rub circles on my clit.

“Oh George.”

“Y/n, please.” George moves forward looking up at me for permission as I ignore him, sliding my middle finger into my dripping hole, biting my lip as my left hand grabs my boob.

“I’m so fucking wet for you George.”

George growls at my words, throwing his head back with a heavy sigh. I slide my ring finger inside of me, moaning at the fuller feeling, softly curling my fingers, massaging my slick walls. The new angle allows for me to rub my clit with my thumb, feeling my pussy clench around my fingers. George’s chest rises and falls watching my every move, the sound of my wetness surrounding us.

I bite my lip, slowly sliding my fingers out of me as I use them to spread my pussy open, George’s eyes lighting up.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“Fucking me.” George almost shouts as I giggle.

“Look at how wet I am for you, pity you can’t touch me.”

George clenches his fists, his pent up sexual frustration starting to take over.

“Y/n, baby girl, fuck princess, I’m sorry, let me touch you.”

I smile at his begging, tilting my head at his words pretending to think it over. I pull my fingers away from my body, extending them out to George as his eyes flick from my glistening fingers to my eyes silently asking for permission as I nod.

George instantly takes my fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them clean. I slip my fingers out of his mouth, running them through his hair as he kisses up my thighs before blowing cool air on my pussy, his tongue starting to circle my clit.

“Fuck.”

George continues to lick circles around my clit, every now and then licking stripes from my hole back to my clit, causing my eyes to roll. I tug on his hair, a chorus of soft moans falling from my lips as he eats me as if I was his last meal, savouring the taste, sucking on my clit as my legs shake in response.

“Just like that.” I encourage, our eyes locking together neither of us looking away as my high creeps up on me. My mouth falls open, my body shaking slightly before my eyes flutter closed, cumming against George’s tongue. My chest rises and falls, sweat covering my brow as George kisses up my stomach, his mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking and softly kissing the erect skin, alternating between my boobs.

“Please sit down.” I beg almost, wanting to feel his cock inside of me.

George obliges instantly, sitting down in the chair he had disregarded. I stand on my shaky legs, watching George pull his clothing off in a rush, his hands fall to my hips, helping me straddle him as our lips fall together. My hands rest on his shoulders, our tongues rubbing against each other, his fingers running up and down my back before his lips trail kisses down my neck.

I reach between our bodies grabbing his cock, running the tip up and down my slit, circling my sensitive clit causing a shiver to rush through me. George groans, biting my shoulder as I slide down on his dick, feeling him stretch my slick walls, both of us marveling in the feeling of our bodies connecting.

“So gorgeous.” George praises, butterflies erupt inside of me as I slowly rock my hips back and forth, his hands holding my ass, guiding my movements. Our lips brush together, both of us smiling drunk on love before they connect in a soft kiss. I moan against his lips, his hips thrusting up into mine, holding me closer to him, taking over the position as I kiss, lick and suck love bites into his neck. His grunting and moaning causes my pussy to flutter, the sound of pure bliss ringing through my ears.

“I’m close baby.”

I cup George’s face in my hands, circling my hips the way he likes, watching his eyes roll back.

“Cum for me George, fill my tight pussy.”

The grip on my ass tightens as George’s cock twitches inside of me, his hot release painting my walls as I moan at the feeling. I capture his lips with mine, sharing one last kiss before I slide off his cock.

“Maybe I should break promises more often.” George jokes.

I narrow my eyes at my boyfriend as I put my clothes back on.

“This was me being nice, I wouldn’t push it.” I state, trying to be intimidating as George shakes his head laughing.

“C’mon, let's apologise to Freddie.” George chuckles, doing his belt back up as I nod in agreement.

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