#probably'll be a while though

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

Sooo I wasn't planning on doing this post just yet and I don't have a good digital drawing of her yet, but

Ana!!

So my take on her is very different from how I think most people imagine her, I wanted to go in a different direction that made her more than just the girl one/ninten's girlfriend/nicher Paula and she's become one of my favorite characters to play around with ^^

Design details and a giant wall of text detailing her character and story below :3

So like the entirety of my interpretation of Ana stems from one thing

That face

T_T

Very prominent eyebrows (Invasion From the Unknown actually mentions the same thing!!! the illustrations don't show it though and there's not really any other similarities between that version and mine), mouth usually spread in a frown, she's not a happy person Pink dress with a white collar and frill at the bottom, pink hat with a black band (or maybe cream with a red/pink band? i might play around with that idk), red shoes and white stockings She almost always wears her hat when she's out, having to leave it behind in Reindeer was very frustrating but she knew she'd get it back eventually at least (And yeah, she's fat. Her sprite doesn't look fat, I haven't seen other designs that make her fat, I didn't really take inspiration from her model because I hate it and it's not really fat either, I just wanted there to be a fat girl who's not, like, a mean-spirited joke, and since MOTHER's sprites are suuuper vague I decided to take advantage of it and design the characters however I wanted. thank god i'm on tumblr and not posting these to reddit or something, they'd crucify me)

Now her character!

Basically, Ana is grumpy and sour Constantly

You can contrast that with Ninten's 24/7 positivity

In general, I see the world of MOTHER 1 being very bleak and gloomy, with Ninten being the sole exception who helps bring light to the places and people whose souls are being crushed by the weight of everything Ana's sort of the final boss of repressed emotions and pessimism for Ninten to tackle (besides the actual final boss, who completely blows anyone else's emotional repression out of the water - I have a Giygas post in my drafts but I honestly have too much to say about him, I need to trim it down ><) It alllllll plays into the themes I wanna play with in my M1 interpretation :3

So Ana was a young girl living with her mother and father in Snowman's local chapel. Even before the Invasion she was pretty well-known for not being particularly upbeat. She was super reserved, pretty much never smiled, and preferred reading and praying to other people's company. She got some of it from her father, who was a priest and raised her to value proper behaviour and following God or whatever, but she's also just kinda like that. Her mother was much warmer, loving her daughter and never judging her for being less outgoing than the other kids, and Ana was always happiest curled up with her next to the fire, listening to a story.

Oh, and of course she's psychic, powerfully so. Bad news if you tick her off. Her family regards it as a miracle from God. She's a little clairvoyant, but not enough to know exactly what the future holds. Just short little confusing snippets and hints of what to do and expect.

One day, everything suddenly changed. The town was hit by an earthquake, everything was covered in darkness, the animals on the outskirts of town went berserk, and people went missing. The sounds and the shaking jolted Ana awake, and she ran down the hall hoping to be comforted by her mother. Opened the door, standing there with a candle, staring at the empty bed and a shattered window.

Ana buried her feelings and set out to try and find her mother (her father just stayed home and prayed, never leaving the chapel), but the monsters and creatures that had appeared were too strong for her alone, and she could only get as far as Reindeer before she had to turn back. But she heard a little voice in her head that told her to leave her hat behind, and she knew that whoever returned it to her would be the person she had to follow to rescue her mother. She waited impatiently back at her home, praying with her father, obsessively reading the news (similar disappearances all over the country, especially in Easter, interesting), and hoping that the hero, "Ninten," would show up soon.

Eventually, after FAR longer than she was happy with, he showed up and. Is this really the hero? This is just some bucktoothed kid and his geeky friend. She shoved down her frustrations along with everything else (at the very least she appreciated finally having her hat back) and told him that she needed to join him. He's happy to meet her of course because he's Ninten ("New friend!" "We are not friends.") And so the trio gets to set off on their journey!

In the completely wrong direction. Why are we stopping in Halloween.

For some reason, Ninten doesn't seem overly concerned about the fate of the world. He and his stupid friend just keep goofing off and hunting for these useless melodies. This isn't a scavenger hunt. The world is gonna be destroyed. She's furious, but she bottles it up. This is the person who's apparently fated to save Earth, so she has to stay with him, no matter how annoying he is or how much time he wastes.

So Ana spends the whole journey getting progressively more ticked off as they keep getting distracted by the hunt for the melodies. Ninten's shenanigans and his relentlessly positive attitude continue to get on her nerves, and she refuses to engage with them. This is a SERIOUS mission, and she's not gonna stoop to their foolish level, even if she has to stick with them.

So I'll be able to get more into the fight among the group when Teddy joins when I do his post, but short story is that Ana is against Lloyd staying. If they're actually gonna see this mission through to its end, someone strong like Teddy's gonna be far more useful, and they've wasted far too much time to let Lloyd slow them down. Her anger's really starting to boil over at this point. They've been together for ages, and they've barely gotten any closer to saving the world.

This all finally comes to a head on the Mountain (I love the Mountain, everything happens on the Mountain). Ninten's starting to lose his cool as the stress of their journey starts getting heavier and heavier, having to leave Lloyd was incredibly painful, and he's angry with her for not having their backs. She snaps that they aren't friends, they're just allies on the same mission, and they can't afford to waste time goofing off and making pals, and the fight gets more and more heated until everything Ana's been holding in finally bursts free.

She's terrified, and she's been terrified ever since her mother disappeared, and she doesn't know if they can really win or if she'll ever see her mother again, and having to just stay bottled up while they just wandered around seemingly not doing anything has been awful, and infuriating, and she can't stop herself from crying anymore.

Ninten quiets down and lets her have what she needs for a few minutes before he tries to comfort her. He didn't realize she was keeping all this inside, and he feels horrible that she was dealing with this the entire time. Once her tears die down, he rests his hand on her and assures her that they're gonna save her mother, and everyone else, too. He doesn't know how, and he's terrified sometimes too, but he also knows that for whatever reason, they need the melodies if they want to win. He apologizes for just ignoring all her feelings for the entire journey, and tells her that even though she's been so firm about not liking them, he doesn't want her to be alone. She can tell him anything, she doesn't need to keep everything to herself. That's what being friends is about, right?

So this is huge for both of them, and it's when Ana finally starts to warm up. She finally sees that it's good to be open and have friends, and that they'll be stronger for it if they're close. And, as they climb further up the Mountain and continue being friends, she starts to realize some muuuuch more uncomfortable feelings, too. Of course she pushes them down at first, but when they reach the cabin, they're alone together, and who knows if she'll have another chance to open up like this, she comes out and asks Ninten to dance.

I flip-flop a lot on whether Ninten actually feels mutually about her (you can choose yes or no when she asks if you like her back, I don't think Ninten's really ready to figure that stuff out for himself), but goddd I love this scene so much, for such a simple, clunky game, its tender moments hit so hard ;-;

So by the end of the story, Ana's reunited with her mother, she finally has friends that she loves and cares about, she's discovered new things about herself, and she's developed a new sense of hope and brightness for the future. A happy ending :)

So that's my version of Ana, I think she's very different from every other version I've seen of her so it's not like I'll ever see content for her that'll really speak to me unfortunately, but I love her and I love thinking about her dynamic with the other characters ^^

[thatturtleleon]

TFP reacting to you coming to the base with an injury (more specifically a leg injury)

Authors note: I may or may not have fell through my porch (stop laughing how dare you) and injured my leg rly bad, i am in pain lol and this is how im coping

Optimus Prime/Ratchet:

Optimus was working and discussing something with Ratchet when they saw you hobbling towards the stairs like some elderly person

Immediately asked what was wrong and if you're alright

You nod and wave it off as nothing, but your hesitation to walk up the stairs said otherwise

Once they realize something's up with your leg, Ratchet quickly goes into medic-mode and Optimus wants to know what happened, how it happened, and if your ok

Now you have two old bots asking a billion questions at once

After you've sat down on the bottoms steps and reassure them you're alright, you explain what happened

Both of them are like :0

Ratchet goes into medic-mode AGAIN, grumbling something along the lines of "how have humans survived this long" and "cannot believe humans use wood for architecture when it's such a safety hazard"

Optimus is calmer now knowing that you're ok, but still watches as Ratchet makes sure you're 100% not dying

Eventually they settle down, and lift you up very carefully to the couch area where you can rest

Don't you even THINK about touching those stairs.

Bumblebee:

Freaks out for a second

*panicked beeping noises* "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FELL THROUGH THE FLOOR WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LEG ARE YOU OK!!??"

You calm him down, explaining that it was just your leg that went through and all you got were a few splinters and some nasty scratches

He'll do whatever he can to make you feel better

Video games? Absolutely !! TV? Yes ! Taking you on a drive? Yesyes

Figures that if he keeps you busy (but off your leg), it'll distract you from the pain

and it works, but you do eventually need to rest and he'll be there if you need help with anything

Arcee:

"You what"

Kind of the same reaction as bumblebee but 10x calmer (at least on the outside)

On the inside she's worried bc you just told her you hurt your leg, yet you're WALKING still (wouldn't even call it walking, more like shakily limping around)

Arcee's not gonna baby you but she is gonna make sure you're ok throughout the day

Which means she's probably gonna stick by you a lot more

You don't mind it though, the two of you chat and chill most of the time

If she has to go on a mission while you're still recovering, she'll put you on the couch in the base and says if you even think about moving she'll fuck up your other leg (not really ofc but her "arcee-ness" tone makes you listen anyways)

Bulkhead:

Sweet bot i love him so much <33

You explain what happened in great detail and if cybertronians could get queasy, he would most definitely be

If Miko was there she would be all ears though LMAO

"Was there a lot of blood???!!!" "MIKO!"

Ofc asks if you're ok and how long it'll take until you get better

Probably'll ask Ratchet or June if he can do anything to help, and June says to make sure you change your bandages every few hours, and put medicine on so there's no risk of infection

Bulkhead states that humans need to be wrapped up in what the kids called "bubble-wrap" 24/7

Ratchet agrees

[krbysreed]

semi-charmed kinda life.

word count: 1151

summary: kirby arrives home after completing her first case as a special agent.

As soon as Kirby stepped through the door, she was hit with the distinct smell of burning — which made sense, since her arms (as of thirty seconds ago) were weighed down by two large paper bags of what she could only presume was food from the takeaway down the road. She would've been able to tell if their senses weren't occupied with something unpleasant, but she didn’t need to. It was clear what had happened here while they were finishing up with work.

Kirby opened her mouth to call out to her boyfriend, but he was already coming through the narrow hallway of their apartment to free her from the bags' clutches.

"What are you —"

"At-at! Stay put!" Edward commanded, unable to restrain the smile that pulled across all his facial features. Kirby was only able to catch a small glimpse of this, though, as he was quick to return to the kitchen area, allowing them time to remove their outerwear and ease into the atmosphere she wholly adored … even if it wasn't yet a figment of any charmed life she had in mind.

For now, so late into the evening it could almost be considered morning, she was content with this: the space, the aroma, the way her boyfriend was stealing their hands and looking so jovial about whatever he had planned. Edward always did — and it wasn't for nothing, this time.

In Kirby's modest opinion, anyway. Everything she did, no matter how trivial, was significant to Edward. The term 'male cheerleader' must’ve been coined with him in mind, and that theory was entertained further as he led her through to a colourful display amongst the warm browns and whites of their cabinets and furniture.

A laugh rolled up from Kirby's chest, eyes wandering over the still-packaged bouquet of red roses on the counter, and the comically oversized balloon of a cartoon police car.

"Teddy, what is this?" she asked, needing both hands to pick up the flowers. She'd smell them if it weren’t for the smoke, but her attention was soon diverted as the refrigerator opened. The shelves had been moved to accommodate the cake that sat inside; frosted and poorly covered in cellophane.

"It's, uh … just a little something," Edward explained, shoulders dropping and gesturing all around the room. "You only get your first case done once!"

Naturally. Kirby's smile grew sweeter, shaking her head.

"You call this 'a little'?"

"It's not that much!" he protested, letting them peek at their dessert before closing the door over. "I — Heh! I thought this was pretty neat —"

His knuckles met with the balloon, causing it to retaliate and hit him in the temple. Oh, how stupid this man was. How enraptured she was with him and his efforts. She put the bouquet down with care, wrapping an arm around his waist, her other hand coming up to smooth down the woolly lapel of his crocodile-green cardigan. Dated, for a man so young, face still tinted with a vague innocence in spite of the semi-permanent exhaustion upon it. But they've never minded. Not when her affections were met just as eagerly, soon finding herself enwreathed against him — her own cheek, her jawline, peppered in kisses.

"And the food?"

Edward licked his lips, bashful as his head came up.

"Chinese. Might've … got a wee bit distracted. I wondered why my smoke didn't taste all vanilla-y after only a half-hour."

It was then that Kirby noticed the smoke alarm was off the wall, shooting Edward a pointed look.

"You sacrificed a home-cooked meal for your girlfriend so you could smoke your pipe without being interrupted?" she raised her brow, tone telling that they weren't the slightest bit fussed that he hadn't been successful in his task. The thought was there. That was enough and more.

"Hey, that's what the other food is for! Probably'll taste a lot better, too," he assured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear. "Can keep it for later if you wanna just sleep now."

"You'd think that’d be what I wanna do, huh?"

Kirby was tired. Of course she was, but the way her heart thumped against Edward's and his hot breath on their skin encouraged her to reconsider the decision to crawl into bed and sleep off the exhilarating events of the day.

Right now, that exhilaration was returning, and she was grateful that it was from something so familiar.

"Nah. Not when you've gone to this much trouble," she mused, pressing a chaste kiss to Edward's lips. "Unless you want to."

"C'mon, don't be stupid. Only an idiot'd choose sleep over his … hot, official … cop of a girlfriend. A different kinda partner, you could say."

Kirby giggled, the heel of her hand hitting his chest playfully.

"What kinda partner is that?"

"The, uh …"

Edward clicked his tongue. His thought was lost in translation.

"I'm thinking of something else."

"Mmh, I thought so," they hummed, kissing him again; this time for longer, pushing his hips into the countertop. Edward's hands came down to hers, holding them steady, a soft groan having no choice but to remain in his throat; deep, yearning. It's hard to determine the measure of how much you miss someone until they're in your arms again.

He pulled away, reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers.

"You don't know how proud of you I am," he whispered.

Kirby lapped up the slither of drool on his chin, then kissed it.

"I think I have an idea," they jested, hand sliding over his nape. And she did — seldom had she found support quite like this in their life; in anything that didn't correlate to a case of survival. The scars on the side of her belly had dictated every decision she had made up until that point, and many instances had her wondering if any of them had been the right ones.

They see now, under Edward's loving gaze, that she had been correct all along. About her career, her outlook. About him. No regrets, no equivocations. Just whatever the appropriate term to call this was — because they weren't sure, in the midst of this heat.

But she was sure he could find one. He was always the best at that.

"Come on," Kirby murmured, it now being her turn to take his hands. "We've got a lot to get through, thanks to you."

Edward breathed through his nose, planting a kiss where their heads just lay atop one another's.

"Is that an order, ma'am?"

'Ma'am.' She scrunched her nose, straightening.

"Yeah. So get your ass over to the couch before I call for … reinforcements."

"I like the sound of that one — but ladies first," he insisted with a flustered grin. "This is your … twenty-four hours."

Twenty-four hours. That sounded generous, but she wouldn't complain. Not for any second of it.

"As long as they're with you. Bring it on."

[ryanlockheart]

from the first night he'd met andrew, percy had been following him around like a lost puppy dog. he'd never seen anyone who looked at him the way that andrew looked at him. he could see the reverence that andrew held him in, and he could feel the love that radiated from his gaze. the last thing he'd ever want to do was screw that up. thankfully, though, bringing nate into the fold didn't compromise any of that. he was apart of their little family now, and percy wouldn't have had it any other way. "you're never gonna find a pair of footsluts more eager to serve you, daddy," percy said with a hum. "all you'll ever have to do is prop your feet up and let us at 'em. we'll be all over 'em. we'll eat take a foot and get it nice and clean... and then we'll trade 'cause we're just that horny and eager for your feet." he couldn't wait to get to share nate's feet with his boyfriend. somehow, he knew this would only strengthen their bond — and show nate how badly they needed him. "'s exactly why i do it. 'm always ready to have my little pussy wrecked. doesn't matter if i'm sound asleep," percy hummed. "i'm tryna to tempt you two. 's why i back my fat ass all up on you... why i wear my little shorts with nothin' under 'em... why 'm gonna start just sleepin' in nothin' so i can just shake my fat ass or grind up on you two from now on when i need cock." percy was just as able at becoming insatiable as andrew was. he might've just been a little more forward in getting what he wanted. he wasn't someone who would just slyly tempt; no, percy was going to take what he wanted. "i know you are, daddy. you're addicted to this tight pussy... can't say no to it ever," percy teased. "can't wait to ride his big cock. 'm gonna make sure he shoots his load so deep in me he'll fuckin' knock me up,"

percy never imagined he'd have sweet, innocent andrew down on his knees, telling some guy how badly he wanted to watch him destroy his boyfriend's pussy... but there, they were. it was so hot, watching the redhead get off on it. percy was just in awe, but that didn't mean he was going to pass up an opportunity to get to have nate all to himself. "maybe i'll have him lock your cock up, daddy. make you watch him wreck my pussy while you can't even touch yourself. 'm gonna be his little cock sleeve, daddy. he'll pound me all over our apartment. we'll ruin the sheets," he expanded upon the fantasy. he wasn't afraid of going too far; if something ended up being too much for andrew, percy knew he'd speak up about it... and percy would never want to make his boyfriend anything but happy. he couldn't lie though; if the tables were turned, percy would've probably loved every second of watching andrew turned into a cumdump. "'s 'cause you can see how bad i want him. 's nothin' i wouldn't let him do to me. been thinkin' about his fat cock in me for months — and don't get me started on his hands, god... i think i'd let him turn me into a puppet. that's how hot they are," the youngest male admitted softly. he could hardly believe the words that escaped his own mouth, but it wasn't going to do him any good just sitting in silence. percy was a boy who knew what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to take the reins and take whatever he wanted from the other two boys. percy knew he was going to have fun between the three of them — how could they seriously say no to a face like that? "maybe i'll just keep you there. use your throat as my urinal and cumdump. tell you how sad it is that my big, strong boyfriend's been turned into a little bitch. probably'll be hard to see you as a top again, baby," the feisty male was throwing it all out there. he was a pleaser through and through, and no one was more important to him than andrew. if he got off to being degraded and treated like a whore, percy was going to make sure his cock was twitching from the mean things that fell off his tongue. "i'll wear a lil' slutty skirt, make it easy for all those guys to grab my ass and use it 'til it's wrecked and ruined. i'll show you just how slutty i can get, daddy," percy mewled. "of course, he's gonna be impressed with us. i'll go forever... i won't stop 'til i've swallowed every last drop of cum or taken every last ounce of piss... hell, i'll even let a bunch of guys piss in my pussy if it'll prove it to you, daddy, that i'm a filthy fuckin' whore."

"honestly, i'd rather just sit at your feet and worship 'em instead of watchin' a bunch of guys throw around a ball. think that should be my role every time you put on sports," percy said with a giggle. "he's gonna have to, baby. they're gonna want it so bad, and we'll both be too worked up to tell 'em no. we'll be slathering our tongues all over their sweaty feet. 's a matter of whether we're gonna be used like the cumdumps we are or not." andrew might have been new to the world of being submissive, but he was doing a bang-up job. what he didn't know, percy was there to show him the ropes... and to advocate for them both. andrew was certainly the more obedient of the two. percy had his moments, but he was fiesty. if he wanted something badly enough, he was going to take it and deal with the repercussions later. sometimes, the punishment was what he wanted in the end. "the sweatier, the better, daddy," percy purred. "i like bein' filthy. i like bein' a slut... don't care if i have to eat your ass 'til my jaw gets locked up to prove it. i wanna taste every part of you — your feet, your pits, your cock, your ass... all of it." the smaller boy had long ago given up on worrying about what other people thought about him. he'd been the scrawniest growing up, and with a personality as loud as his, he'd gotten teased and bullied relentlessly. there had been a time when he went with the flow, tried to dim his own light — and it didn't change anything except his own happiness... now, percy embraced the things others might find strange or weird. he didn't shy away from the kinky, the odd, or the filthy. instead, he dove in headfirst. "oh, i'd love to make him goon, baby. i'll make sure they're extra sweaty for nate. we'll make him cum so hard, baby. he'll be shakin' by the time we're done with him," percy chimed in. his soft feet never ceased to stroke that thick cock. his calves ached, but it never deterred him. he was determined to make nate bust all over his feet, to have him whining out in pleasure, to give andrew a sweet taste. "might as well... hell, i'm sure i could milk a good enough load outta him, i could get two months free. but you'd better bring all your friends. bring anybody, let them get a chance to use this pussy. hell, you could even embarrass me a little and bring over some of the guys from the theatre," percy went on. "pl-please. i want it — no, i need it. i wanna be your guys' little bitch. i wanna watch you wreck him, wanna beg to touch you both... but i can't. i'll have to deal with the plastic. a-and if i find a way to cum, i wanna be punished. if i can't be a good girl, i wanna be treated like a bad girl, daddies... please."

percy perked up at the words falling off andrew's mouth. it caught him by surprise. the man who'd pounded him into the bed nightly for years had completely transformed right before his eyes. he was proud, of course; he knew he'd never lose him. "you'd be beggin' me to take the cage off you, baby. you'd get a taste of my used pussy, and you'd be whining until i gave you what you wanted. you know you can't get enough of me," percy teased. every word that fell off their perfect mouths was music to percy's ears. every fantasy, every sordid detail... it just made him more desperate for them. he wanted nothing more than to please them, to make sure his boys were satisfied to the fullest extent. "i'm gonna love filmin' you, baby. i'll be right there behind the camera eggin' you on. i'll tell you how big a slut you are before i use that pussy too. i'll let all my friends take a round on that pussy... think a few of 'em might've already been thinkin' about it. bet they'd love to watch it up on onlyfans," percy admitted. he knew it wouldn't take much to send nate overboard. he'd been teasing him along this whole time, but now, he was ready to feel that thick load shooting all over his soft feet. once he was really determined, it only took him seconds to have nate moaning out. it was no time before he had his handsome boyfriend's face buried in his cum-soaked feet. each flick of his tongue felt perfect. it made his whole body shudder from the pleasure. his toes wiggled in drew's mouth, a soft smirk on his lips. "you're welcome, baby," percy said softly, a proud smirk on his face. he felt so powerful with both of them under his spell. once drew was given permission to bust, it didn't take much to send him over the edge. his load was spilled all over the hardwood floor, and it probably should've deterred him... but it didn't. "that's right, baby," he egged him on. his tiny foot slid across his mess, and soon enough, he was bending himself in half. his tongue glided across his own soft soles and lapping up all of drew's cum. his cock twitched in his thong, pre-cum staining the pouch. "tastes so good, daddy... i had to," he said, feigning innocence with a little giggle. "i love you too, daddy," percy whispered. "i wanna get railed. i want you both... i want both of your cocks in me. right now — please. i wanna be used like a fuckin' cocksleeve."

nate had never imagined that happy couple he'd met all those nights ago would actually ever be enticing him to join them. sure, he'd had fantasies that played out in his head before, but he never believed they'd become a reality. now, the two boys were eager than than ever for a taste of him... and who was he to say no? "sounds like i've got the two best footsluts in the world. gonna have you two obsessed with 'em. have you cleanin' them every day and night," nate remarked. no one had ever been this eager for him before. no one begged him for his attention or treated him like a king — except for percy and andrew. they were were two precious people, and nate wanted them all to himself. "he's quite the little tease. always wondered if it was intentional... now i know your baby girl is a big fuckin' whore. all he thinks about is feet and cock, isn't that right, drew?" he teased with a smirk. "maybe one day he'll end up with two of us inside. we'll wake him up by fillin' that fuckin' pussy up to the brim, stretchin' it out, ruinin' it for anyone else but us... don't that sound good, baby?" percy was a little ball of fire, and so was andrew. he was learning how to keep them both under his control. both boys were beautiful and, for the most part, obedient. one thing was for sure: they were absolutely mad for nate... and he was going to do everything to keep them both satisfied and happy. "bet that pussy'll make me a gooner. won't be a matter of if i'll knock you up, baby girl. 's a matter of when i'll knock you up. that cunt is mine," nate promised with a toothy smirk.

the golden retriever of all boyfriends, nate had never seen andrew in such a docile state. his big eyes and fiery locks made him all the more gorgeous down there on his knees. nate knew he had to show andrew a good time — honestly, he knew if he didn't, he might have to face the wrath of percy... who seemed like he couldn't fight worth a lick, but he might bite to get an upper hand. "trust me, my pretty girls. i'm gonna breed percy a few times. his pussy will be leakin' cum. his hole is gonna be sloppy and messy, and i'm gonna use it in every corner of your apartment. it'll be my little housewarming gift, won't it?" nate played along. he would never want either of them to feel left out. if one felt something was off, the whole trio would be off. that wouldn't sit right with him anytime. he felt like he had a responsibility to take care of them both... so if that meant teasing them both until were satisfied, that was exactly what nate planned on doing. "he's such a sexy little slut. wanna use him up 'til i can't anymore," nate croaked out, toes wiggling in the older boy's eager mouth. "you hear that, baby? he's been thinkin' about my hands. sounds like he wants to go real nasty. you think i should give him what he wants, drew? or should i make him beg for it like a real slut?" he questioned drew. he was the only person he had to turn to in the situation... and they needed to get used to sharing the twink. plus, he seemed to like the idea of nate using percy to his liking. "i'm gonna make him goon off just my cock, nate. i'm gonna have him so fucked out, he's gonna think you're nothin' but a toy... and you'll like it, won't you? what's gonna happen when i decide you're too filthy to even handle my feet and i let perce clean 'em up first?" nate was testing the limits. it was all new to him too, so he had to learn where andrew's boundaries were. if feet were a non-starter for him, nate needed to learn that — and that moment was the perfect way to test the boundary. "'m already blown away by you two... you're both made to be little cock sluts. perce's already talkin' about using his pussy as a urinal for strangers. what a fuckin' whore — i love it," nate admitted, his voice soft for a second. "throw in a bunch of sweaty, sleazy guys using you two, and i'll be mesmerized. you two are gonna be my bitches. i'm gonna slut you out whenever the fuck i want. i've got the two sluttiest girls on the planet. wouldn't be fair to just keep 'em all to myself. gotta share you every once and while."

"i'm gonna expect a nice tongue bath anytime i've got a game on the tv, baby girl... and i want each one to be better than the last, or i'll hand drew over the duties," nate teased with a smirk nudging up at the corners of his lips. "yeah, i'll let the guys use you too... maybe after the game's over and y'all aren't being little foot stools anymore. i'll take bets — and the winners can fuck your slutty cunts 'til they're satisfied. i'll pump a load in you two and then kick back and watch it all unfold. prolly film it too. bet you'd love to service a bunch of sweaty straight dudes and get used like a fucktoy afterward." the muscular male had never had this much power in his life, and god, did he feel high from it. the two hottest guys he'd ever laid eyes on were practically fawning all over him, desperate to get a taste of whatever he had to offer. it was the most intoxicating feeling in the world. he truly could get used to it. "'m gonna let you both have a turn tonight. 'm gonna see what all the fuss is about. 've heard a lotta talk about you too, drew," nate hummed. "percy's told me about how good you are with your tongue. said you give good head, real sloppy. wanna give you try too. maybe the best rimjob gets my rank pits." nothing could wipe the smug look on his face. he was clearly on cloud nine. he was so thankful that the couple had finally made his fantasies a reality... otherwise, nate might have been at home, jerking his cock to the very thoughts he was spilling in that moment. "oh, fuck yes, baby. i'd fuck your feet in a heartbeat. i wanna taste 'em. i wanna sniff 'em... god, i wanna do so many fuckin' things to you, i can't even fuckin' think straight!" he groaned out. "and percy's too? i'd be fuckin' weak. i'd be nothin' but a dildo for you two, oh my god. i'd be so gooned out... you wanna make me your little gooner slut for the day? you sure you'll be good girls and won't fight over daddy's cock?" he couldn't help but tease them just a little. in reality, nate wouldn't mind if they fought over who got to take his next load or ride his cock next or sucks his toes next... honestly, he thought it might be kinda hot. of course, he never wanted anything like that to come between them. "you want us to get a bunch of your friends too, perce? how're they ever gonna let you play a lead again if they've taken a leak on your face?" nate teased. "we'll do it though... and when it's all over, you're gonna watch it all back while your daddy and i fuck our brains out. i'm gonna use him like the slut he is. i'm gonna scratch up his back... gonna breed his pussy 'til he's crying. and if you even think about cumming, we're gonna turn that vibrator up so high you'll piss all over yourself and you'll be sleepin' on the couch... so you're gonna wanna be a good girl, angel."

"your daddy's so addicted to my cock already, he's not sure he can even top anymore," nate taunted with a little grin on the corners of his lips. "we'll lock you up every now and then, baby girl. we'll let you be a slutty bottom all you want, but we both know you're always gonna wanna ravish percy's pink pussy... 'less you just decided you want him to pound all the time. he might be into that." he let out a groan of pleasure as andrew's tongue attacked his sole eagerly again. he was an expert with his tongue, that much was clear. he never imagined something like that could ever feel so good... but truth be told, he could've busted just from it — especially with how those big eyes peered up at him with an innocence that was truly there. he was turning andrew into a slut, and he couldn't have been happier to witness it all for himself. "we'll do it all. you'll be the hottest slut around town. pornhub, onlyfans, grindr, you name it. everyone's gonna wanna see that cunt. they're gonna wanna use it, but only daddy'll get to say if it's okay. we'll make a pretty penny off wrecking your cunt," nate declared. he kicked his arms behind his head, sweaty pits glistening on display. before he knew it, cum was shooting from the tip of his cock and splattering all over percy's tiny feet. just to watch andrew clean them off was enough to keep him hard, let alone the three of the swapping the concoction. the moment he saw andrew bust his load from their feet, nate was ready for another round — luckily for percy. "you're welcome, princess," he whispered softly, thumb stroking against his pale face. "look at your little pretty girl, cleanin' up your mess," he remarked with a chuckle. he motioned towards percy, who was making out with his foot practically. all it took was percy's pleading for nate to fall in line. in a swift motion, he picked the dainty male up and had him on his stomach, face down, ass-up. he spit in his hand and slathered it along his massive length. "take him from the front. get your cock wet, drew. then you're gonna fuck his cunt with me. and we're gonna make him our fuckin' urinal... since he wants to be a whore so bad," nate ordered... and with that, the taller male pulled the string of percy's panties to the side and lined up the tip of his cock with his entrance. one swift, rough motion, and nate was filling percy to the brim with cock — just what he'd deserved.

andrew's life hadn't been picture perfect. his parents abandoned him when he was an infant, leaving him with his grandmother who sadly passed away when he was just six years old. he spent the rest of his adolescence between foster families and group homes. it wasn't until he met percy that andrew felt like he had a friend, much less a family. their relationship meant more to andrew than percy would ever know, and he would protect it with everything he had. nate had found his way into andrew's heart in a similar way. he went from the adorable bartender from their favorite spot, to their goofy best friend that crashed on their couch every other night. andrew could hardly believe how they ended up— willing to risk everything for a taste of nate. "anything, daddy. as long as we're around, you'll always have an eager footslut to clean those sweaty feet," andrew promised. "you won't know what to do with yourself once you get both of us on our knees for you, daddy. keep 'em sweaty and filthy, and we'll be all over them." andrew and percy were perfect for one another, and everyone around them could see it. as confusing as their situation was for andrew, living without percy never even popped into his head. andrew didn't know how they would make it work— but somehow, he knew that it would end with all three of them happier than they ever had. "not my fault you sleep with your ass out; 's like you're begging for a thick cock to wreck your pussy, princess," he said with a smirk. "you've seen how he gets, nate. backing that fat little ass on you in his 'sleep,' wearing the tiniest little shorts... he's impossible to resist, isn't it?" andrew had yet to figure out how to tell percy no, and he doubted that nate could help. percy was a little minx— he knew exactly how to get what he wanted. all he had to do was bat his eyelashes and poke his ass out, and no one would ever deny him. "you know me too well, babygirl... 'm a goner for that little cunt, or those pretty feet. you got me," andrew chuckled. "nate will figure it out for himself, won't he? just wait 'til he gets a taste of that pussy, 'til you've milked every load from his balls. he's gonna be wanting free access to your ass every single day."

andrew would never get tired of percy. he loved getting to plunge his cock into his tight heat when he got home from work, or burying his face in those sweaty little feet after percy's rehearsals— but he had been craving something different. he wanted to relinquish his power, to be controlled until he had been ripped apart at the seams and expertly pieced back together. if he had known that nate would fit into their dynamic as seamlessly as he had, drew would have fessed up months ago. "that's what i want, baby. nate can pound you 'til you forget i'm even there, and next thing you know i'll swoop in and eat his load outta your cunt," andrew whined. he had never been quite so desperate. no one had even touched him, and he was already moaning. "want you to fuck him up, daddy. wreck that tight cunt 'til he's so stretched out your load will practically leak into my mouth... we both know that you can use that big cock you got, don't we? ruin him with it." andrew should have been fuming at the thought of another man touching his precious boy, but he couldn't get it out of his head. in every fantasy he had involving nate, percy was involved— whether he was watching the tiny boy get reamed by nate's big cock, or getting his own cock serviced his by percy as his hole took a beating. there were plenty of possibilities for the three of them. drew was just getting started. "can't help it, princess— i can't even explain it. 's just... the way you look at nate? i can tell how much you want his cock, how desperate you are for it. the thought of him pounding a load into you in front of me just makes me go fuckin' wild," he sighed softly, running a hand through his ginger locks. "you know i love it when you piss on me, princess. i'll put my mouth over your cock while nate's fuckin' you, and you can piss right down my throat once he gets you gooning. want y'all to do all kinds of filthy, fucked up shit to me." andrew was practically begging at this point. there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't have done to get nate and percy to disregard his pleasure, and use his body for their own. "i'll be so good for you, daddy. you'll have to reward me with your sweaty feet— i'll let you guys use my as a urinal, a cumrag, whatever you need. i promise," drew said, pressing a kiss to nate's sweaty toes. they were too perfect for andrew to ever deny them of anything, and it seemed that nate had figured that out already. he was in for a wild, downright filthy ride, and drew didn't want to get off. "just wait, daddy... that's exactly what you're gonna have tomorrow. we'll let you pound us up against some dirty alley wall, and we'll offer up our slutty holes for anyone who wanders up," he promised. "we'll take every cock in the city if that's what it comes down to. we'll make out around some stranger's dick while he drenches us in piss, we'll eat out anyone who spreads their cheeks. you're gonna be so impressed with us, daddy. won't he, perce?"

"you're friends won't even know what hit 'em. you'll invite them over to watch the game or something, and we'll come runnin' as soon as you call our names. we'll prop your feet up and take your shoes off and get to serving our daddy," andrew hummed softly. "you already know your friends are gonna be jealous, don't you? you have not one, but two little footsluts at your beck 'n call. think you'll let 'em play with us, too? just imagine how slutty we would get after gooning off you and your friends' sweaty feet for hours, daddy. you might get us so desperate we'd be begging for your cock, begging y'all to pass us around the room." andrew never would have thought that he would be signing himself up to be a pass around party bottom for nate's friends, but now he couldn't think of anything else he would rather do. "hm, you're all sweaty for him? percy's gonna love that," he grinned. "i wish you could have seen him the other day after the gym. he had my feet behind my head, and he was goin' at my hole like he was hungry for it. when i told him that i didn't get the chance to shower, he just wanted it more... don't let that pretty face fool you, daddy. percy gets fuckin' filthy." as far as andrew was concerned, there were no more lines to cross. they had already invited another man into their relationship— so why continue to play coy? nate would have to figure out what he had gotten himself into one way or another. "tease me all you want, daddy... but wait 'til it's just me and you in that gym locker room, and i've got you gooning from my feet. all the other guys are gonna watch you, too— they're gonna see you bust your load all over my sweaty feet," andrew said with a smirk. "i'll take you home and let percy have his way with you, too. you'll have a pair of sweaty feet on your face, and another on your cock. how does that sound, daddy?" andrew could see that they were driving nate insane; his cock was leaking all over percy's soft soles, and his toes were curling on andrew's tongue. he could hardly believe that this was the kind of thing that they would get to do on a regular basis. "don't worry, baby. you're gonna get all of that and then some— maybe we'll invite the landlord up for a month of free rent. he's been staring at percy's ass since we moved in, daddy. even with his wife standing right beside him. we'll pimp that little pussy out," drew said, pink lips curled into a smirk. "that sounds like fun, daddy... bet percy wouldn't know what to do with himself. we'll give him a toy and let him ride with his pretty cock all locked up while you pound me until i'm pissing all over myself. make him beg to lick your load outta my used cunt, daddy. turn him into our bitch."

andrew's cheeks flushed bright pink as he was praised, as nate gently stroked his ginger locks. this was brand new to him, but he was throwing himself into it freely— as they complimented him, it only made andrew want to work harder. "what do you think, percy? maybe i shouldn't be allowed to top anymore. lock up my cock if you want, and i'll be used for taking cock, worshipping feet, and cleaning daddy's loads out of your cunt," andrew grinned, flicking his tongue along nate's sole. "do it, daddy. download grindr and make my used cunt the profile pic. i'll be so good for you guys, and all of your new friends— i'll take every cock you bring me. i'll beg for their loads, or their feet, or anything else they wanna give me. i'll look right into the camera and tell everyone that i'm good for nothing but cleaning sweaty feet and getting bred by every cock i see. upload it to fuckin' pornhub, or put it up on onlyfans and make people pay to watch it... bet you could make a pretty penny off my slutty cunt." his eyes turned into saucers as he watched nate shoot his first load of the night all over percy's feet. he knew that it was bound to happen eventually, having had those soft soles wrapped around his cock more times than he could count— but seeing it play out in front of his eyes was even better than he imagined. in a matter of seconds, he was diving face-first into those cum-soaked feet and cleaning them with his tongue. andrew lapped at them like he was starved, flicking his tongue between each sweaty toe until they were spotlessly cleaned. "t-thank you, daddy... thank you, princess," he stuttered, looking between the two of them. without another word, andrew pulled his pants down and shoved his face into percy's perfect little feet. his wrapped his fist around his cock and got to work, using his free hand to pull one of nate's feet into the mix. "my two perfect boys and their perfect, sweaty fucking feet," andrew groaned. with a pathetic little yelp, andrew shot his load all over the floor— drooling all over the boys' feet like the perfect little footslut he was. he could barely breathe, much less string a sentence together. all he could do was melt into their kiss, wrapping an arm around either boy's neck to pull them in closer. "y-you two are fuckin' perfect, and i love you," he slurred, drunk on pleasure and sweat. "l-let's give him a load, daddy. he definitely earned it... how d-do you wanna be used, percy? wanna please my pretty little girl."