#they're not the gag trio for nothing

[lesbiancarat]

really hope booseoksoon keep up the concept of being a rookie group for their comeback, they're comedians at heart i'm trusting them to commit to the bit

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

To Be A Good Slut Girl (Mean MDoms!Sukuna & Choso x Black fsub!Reader x msub!Itadori 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Choso x Itadori Yuji x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which your boyfriend’s older brothers decide that they don’t like how you’re treating their kid brother (who is too oblivious and in love to realize that you’re using him for his money and his d*ck) and decide to teach you some lessons.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); R*pe; Noncon; Bitchy!Reader; Black-Coded!Reader; Mean!MDoms Sukuna & Choso; msub!Itadori; fsub!Reader; Implied Incest (The brothers don't have sex with each other! Only with the reader!); Foursome; Physical Assault; Spit Play; Daddy Kink; Boot Grinding; Collaring; Pet Play; BDSM; Handcuffs; Panty Gag; Choking; Hair-Pulling; Forced Deepthroat; Forced Orgasms; Voyeurism; Orgasm Denial; Sex Toys; Mating Press; Doggystyle; Cum Play; Facial; Some Aftercare

*Important Disclaimer: This work contains depicted acts of r*pe and noncon. PLEASE beware and tread lightly while reading. I personally do not condone any of the acts written in this one shot. It is ONLY a fantasy.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Enjoy & go touch some fucking grass! Luv y’all! -Jazz 

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“Yuji, baby, can I borrow $50 to get my nails done, pleeeease?” you mock-sweetly plea.

“Oh, God, kill me,” Sukuna groans. Choso smirks at the stove, stirring a big pot of ramen broth.

“Sure thing, sweetheart!” Yuji, their sweet, gullible, "golden retriever" ass little brother chirps from the living room. “Anything for my pretty, pretty princess!”

“Please, Choso, just fuckin’ do it,” Sukuna begs, pointing a butter knife to his thick, veiny neck.

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Choso chuckles, taking the knife out of his brother's hand. “That’s his girl. He can do what he wants.” From the living room, he can hear you kissing Yuji down, your lip gloss wetly smacking.

“Yeah, but why do it in our faces?" Sukuna huffs, leaning against the counter with his tatted arms crossed. "Every time they talk, it’s about him buying her this and taking her there!” He huffs, rolling his crimson eyes. “It’s like he’s a fuckin’ bank and personal dildo to her.”

“Don't let your twin hear you talkin' 'bout her like that, Choso chastizes him, wagging a wooden spoon in his face. "This is the first real girlfriend he's ever had. Not everyone can hit it and quit it like you."

Sukuna sniffs indifferently at Choso, yanking on one of his black, spiked ponytails. Choso is the oldest of the sibling trio, acting as the dad of the two pink-haired twins. Sukuna is older than Yuji by ten minutes and is different than his little bro in every possible way: he's grumpy, sarcastic, unsociable, and goes through girls like a smoker would a pack of cigs.

Yuji, on the other hand, is sweet and liked by everyone he meets with his fluffy, pink hair, energetic personality, and dumb antics that they're damn near adorable. He trusts everybody...which includes you: his bitchy, manipulative, gold-digging girlfriend.

"Believe me, I don’t like it either," Choso tells a sulking Sukuna, "but we can’t just tell him to stop dating her. Yuji is down bad for this girl.”

Sukuna tsks, looking into the living room at you sitting on Yuji's lap in your tight little top and short, plaid school skirt where he can just see a sliver of thigh. "Unfortunately," he sighs.

It's no secret (except to Yuji) that Choso and Sukuna don't like you. They know what you're up to and they don't like it. You use their brother up until there is nothing left. Anytime you call, it's always to ask Yuji to take you to a new nightclub or buy you a new Fendi bag.

Yuji has a good job, but he's also in college. He doesn't have the funds to keep funding your mani-pedis and get you some new shoes. Not enough to keep running to the bank or the mall. But Yuji does it because he's insane over you. Five months after dating, the man is head over heels, carrying your bags behind you during shopping sprees and practically kissing your feet.

And you don't do a thing. Choso and Sukuna have yet to see you show their brother genuine love and affection. You only kiss him up and coo sweet nothings to him when he says yes to buying you something or giving you money. It boils their blood, but there isn't much they can do if Yuji likes you so damn much.

“Hey, guys!” Yuji says, suddenly skipping into the kitchen. “You guys mind keeping Y/N company? I’m gonna head out and get her some lemon pepper wings.” He gives his older brothers a gigawatt grin despite their confused scowls.

“But I’m fixin’ us ramen,” Choso states, confused. “Why are you pickin' her up food if I’m cooking for her?” He swears he doesn't mean to mention you so harshly, but he can't help it.

“Oh, she doesn’t eat Japanese food,” Yuji laughs. “And it’s no big deal! I bought stuff for me too, so I’ll just pick it up when I get her meal." He gives them a wink before heading out of the kitchen, his car keys in his pocket.

“Hold up, Yuji,” Choso says, turning to face his brother. Yuji turns around, curious and naive. Choso and Sukuna share a look, both knowing that they can't stay silent about this anymore. “So," Choso starts, clearing his throat, "you’ve been with Y/N for a long time, right?”

Yuji practically gets heart eyes at the mention of you. “Yeah,” he dreamily sighs. “Five months of bliss. She’s the best and the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen!"

Choso inhales deeply, mentally preparing to crush his brother's heart. “Listen, don’t take this the wrong way, but….Sukuna and I have noticed some weird things about her.” Yuji blankly blinks at him, confused. “Like what?”

“Like how she’s a gold-digging, fake ass bitch,” Sukuna snaps. Choso harshly nudges him in the side. “What?! I’m just being real!”

Yuji's eyes narrow at his brothers, alarmed at such words being hurled at his pretty, pretty princess. “What do you mean?” he scoffs. “Y/N isn’t at all like that! Sure, she asks me to buy her things and CashApp her money for shoes and makes me hold my orgasms, but that’s all part of being a good boyfriend and—“

“Wait, you said she does what?” Choso asks, gobsmacked.

“Has me buy her shoes?" Yuji questions, blinking cluelessly at them.

“No, no, the last part," Sukuna replies, just as alarmed. "She makes you hold your cum? Like….as a kink thing?” Yuji's cheeks grow pink and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, I mean...everyone has their thing, I guess. She likes seeing me squirm, she says. Says I look cute when I’m desperate.”

Choso and Sukuna once again share a look that Yuji doesn't pay attention to. “But then she makes you cum afterward, right?” Choso pushes. Yuji suddenly grows shy, his face going beat red. “Uh…”

Sukuna rolls his crimson eyes. “C’mon, Yuji, we’re your brothers. We found your fleshlight in the dryer before, remember? You've caught us havin' sex plenty of times!”

Though still nervous, Yuji knows his brother is right and decides to be honest. “Most of the time, no. She’s usually the one that cums when we have sex.” He must realize how this sounds because he quickly tries to sugarcoat it. “B-But I don’t mind! I love pleasing my princess. She deserves everything.”

He pulls a dreamy, pussy-whipped face that has his brothers worrying even more. Just how bad do you have this boy in your hands?

“Yuji!" you call, strutting into the kitchen with your fresh bundles and Jimmy Choo sandals. Your smile fades when you see Choso and Sukuna looking pissed. “Oh, sorry. Am I interrupting?”

Yuji whirls around, looking like a happy dog wagging its tail. “No, my love! What do you need?”

You wave your phone at him. “I got a notification saying that the food is ready. When you get back, can you stop and pick me up some of that strawberry cheesecake carriages for my E-pen?” You snuggle up to him, pressing your tits against his arm.

“Sure, baby girl!" he eagerly replies. "Anything you want!” You happily squeal, pecking him on the lips. “Thank you, baby,” you coo. Your phone dings then, signaling a call. “Oh, that’s my friend! I’ve gotta take this.”

You stroke Yuji's cheek for a brief moment before strutting off, your ass bouncing and swaying enticingly so in your skirt. “Isn’t she so hot?” Yuji sighs to his bros. The two don't answer, instead waving him out the door and telling him they'll save him a bowl.

Once he's out the door, Choso puts the broth on simmer and looks at an equally simmering Sukuna. "Corner the bitch?" he asks.

"Fuck yes," Choso growls. "Hurry, before Yuji gets home." But as they creep upstairs to confront you about how shitty of a girlfriend you are, Choso hears your laughs coming from Yuji's cracked bedroom and coaxes Sukuna to stay quiet as they peek into the room.

You face away from them, twirling your locks around your long nails and chatting away on the phone, unaware that you're being watched.

"Yuji's fine," you say indifferently. "He went to get me some wings. He's such a munch, girl, I swear!" You giggle at the insult to give Yuji and then scoff at whatever your friend says. "Well, yeeeah, technically, we're dating, but I'm not with him for the romance. I'm with him because he gets me whatever I want."

Choso and Sukuna give each other a wide-eyed look. This bitch!

"I'm serious!" you say to your friend. "This boy is so sprung from me and my pussy that he doesn't even care that I'm using him. He's bought me a pink Switch, paid for my makeup and nails, and gives me money for rent all because I ask him...and 'cause I give him such good head."

You giggle again, cocky. "And not only does he do that," you boast. "He's got a mouth and a dick on him! He will eat me out for days and let me ride him till I cum...and I haven't made him cum once." You toss your head back and laugh, the sound irritating Yuji's bros.

"He's my personal black card and dildo!" you laugh. "Such a dumb boy, but so, so cute!"

Choso and Sukuna can't hear anymore so they slink away from the door and back downstairs. "That bitch!" Sukuna growls, seething. "Who the fuck she think she is? I'm goin' back up there to–"

"Wait!" Choso whispers, putting a hand on his bro's chest to stop him. "I have a better idea of how to handle this." Sukuna narrows his red eyes at him. "Instead of puttin' this slut out on the street where she belongs?" he scoffs.

"You know that Yuji will never forgive us if we do that," Choso reasons. "So I have another way on how we can confront her." Sukuna blinks at him, confused yet intrigued.

"We wait till Yuji comes home and then we give her some lessons on how to be a good girlfriend for our brother." A malevolent smirk grows on Choso's lips. "We'll make it so she'll regret ever using him."

Like a lightbulb flickering on, Sukuna catches Choso's drift and returns his evil smirk. "If this idea is what I think it is, I love it already," he cackles. "That bitch won't know what hit her."

And you don't. It all happens so fast: Yuji comes home with the food and your E-pen cartridges; you take him into his bedroom to "reward"; you're on your knees with his pants down when Choso and Sukuna suddenly walk in.

You gasp and jump behind Yuji's bed. "What the fuck?!" you shriek. "Do y'all know how to knock?!" Choso smirks while Sukuna gives you a glare that could kill millions. "Oh, we do," he replies. "But sluts don't deserve privacy. 'Specially gold-digging ones like you."

You glare at Yuji's twin, angered. "Excuse me?" you hiss. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Yuji's very angry twin," Sukuna growls. "And the younger brother to our even angrier older bro." He nods at Choso who shuts the door behind him before crossing his tatted arms over his buff chest. "Yuji!" you snap, yanking at your boy toy's pant leg. "Don't let them talk to me like that!"

But Yuji just stands there, unmoving and silent. "Yuji!" you hiss, yanking on him again. "What's wrong with you?! What are you, a pussy?"

You gasp when Sukuna suddenly grabs a lockful of your hair, wrenching your head back. You didn't even notice him walking up to you from the door. "Hey, now," he tsks, "that ain't no way to talk to our kid brother. You should apologize to him."

"Yuji, go sit over there," Choso demands, nodding at the chair across the room. Yuji does so, leaving you with his two older brothers who have begun to corner you. You shake and shiver under Sukuna's fist still curled in your hair, begging Yuji for help.

"Aw, look, Choso!" Sukuna cackles. "She's scared! She should be. Fuckin' little slut." Just for fun, he yanks your hair back, emitting a pained gasp from you.

Choso kneels down in front of you, his aura intimidating and his eyes firm. "You wanna know why you're here?" he asks and you nod, tears prickling your eyes. "We overheard your little convo with your bestie, talkin' 'bout how our brother is nothin' but a personal dildo for you. How you're only usin' him for his money and his dick."

Your eyes tick to Yuji who sits sulkingly in front of the door, looking like a kicked puppy. You are then roughly snatched back by Choso, his hand gripping your chin. "Don't you fuckin' look away from me," he demands. "And don't lie either. We heard everything you said and we told Yuji too."

"And all this time he was thinkin' about how he can be a better boyfriend to your triflin' ass," Sukuna sighs. "Tragic. He should've dumped your slutty ass months ago, but nooo, he was so concerned that his pretty princess get those shoes or bag she so desperately wanted."

"That kind of behavior don't fly with us, baby," Choso adds. "So we're gonna give you some lessons on how to be a good girl for our little bro. When you walk outta here tonight, all you're gonna be thinkin' about is how you can be a good girlfriend."

"And how much we ruined you," Sukuna laughs. "And Yuji's gonna watch! After all, he needs to be taught how to put you in your place."

He wrenches your hair back hard, making your scalp sting, and bends down so he's an inch away from your face. "And if you even think about tryna escape, you won't like what happens next," he growls.

"You're gonna do everything we say if you wanna leave here tonight," Choso demands. "Do you understand?" You nod despite Sukuna's hold on your hair, but a slap to the face makes you realize your mistake. "Words," Choso growls. "Gimme words, brat."

"Y-Yes!" you whimper.

"Yes, who?" Choso prompts, still in your grill. Swallowing harshly, your brain scrambles for an answer. "Yes...Daddies," you answer, your voice wavering with fear. That must be the golden answer because Sukuna and Choso finally release you, but they still tower over you while Yuji blocks the door.

You've never been so scared in your life than now, stuck in this room and forced to face the consequences of your actions. You don’t know what they’ll do to you if you refuse. 

So when Sukuna demands that you take off your top and bra, you do. The skirt and heels stay on. 

When Choso orders you to put your hands behind your back, you do it. 

You begin to sob when he clips on some handcuffs and Sukuna snaps a collar with a leash around your neck. You feel so much like a pet. A tool to be used. 

Tears stain your pretty face and ruin your makeup, much to the brothers’ liking. “Stop fuckin’ cryin’,” Choso cooly says, his voice like ice. “You did this to yourself. You’ve got nobody to blame but you.” 

Sukuna laughs, wrapping his fist around the leather strap connected to your collar. “She’s cryin’?” he cackles. “Damn, it only took this to make you break, huh, slut? Mmm, you look so cute with ruined makeup, y’know. Can’t wait to see my cum on this mug.” 

He forces your chin up, getting a good look at your wet face. “Now let’s get you stretched out,” he chuckles. Your glassy eyes widen in fear. What does he mean by that? You get your answer when Choso presents you with a bottle of strawberry-flavored lube and a butt plug: small, silver, and shaped like a bedazzled heart. 

The two smirk down at you, unfeeling and menacing. It’s enough to make you pee yourself. You don’t fight them when they force you onto your knees, your wrists cuffed behind your back. You bend over in your little skirt, presenting your ass to the brother trio, your thong stuck between your asscheeks. 

“Look at this,” Choso sharply exhales, giving your ass a harsh smack. The sound ricochets against the walls, making Yuji squirm in his seat.

“Oh, a thong, huh?” Sukuna tsks. “Such a fuckin’ whore. Prancin’ around in public like this on my kid brother’s arm? I bet you were hopin’ for someone like us to bend you over and ruin you.” He then yanks down your panties and rips them off of your legs, the sound of fabric ripping making you flinch. “You won’t be needin’ that shit no more,” he chuckles. 

Your body trembles and shakes like a leaf in autumn when Choso squirts some lube on his fingers and begins tracing your asshole, gently probing the little hole. At the same time, Sukuna spits on his fingers and plays with your pussy. “This is as gentle as I’m gonna be with you, so enjoy it, slut,” he whispers in your ear. 

You moan and whimper like a pathetic little whore against Sukuna’s skillful, black-painted fingers, little electric shocks of pleasure coursing through you. It causes your pussy to drip and your asshole to eventually stretch around Choso’s finger. “Damn, you’re tight here,” he hisses. “I bet that cunt is even tighter.” 

“Oh, it is,” Sukuna comments, his middle finger sinking into your pussy. “Little bitch is just so hungry to be fucked by anything at this point.” While he continues to finger you and nudge your clit, Choso then pushes the butt plug into your asshole, making your jaw go slack and a whine escape your lips. You can feel it stretching you out, making your toes curl and muscles tense. 

“Relax, mama,” Choso whispers. “Just relax.” You manage to do so, inhaling and exhaling until your body unclenches and the plug sinks all the way home inside. “Show your boyfriend that little hole, pet,” Sukuna demands, smacking your ass. “Ain’t she look cute, Yuji? Like a proper slut.” 

Yuji has now unzipped his pants and has his hard dick in his hands, stroking away at the sight of you. To you see you look so slutty and submissive on your knees with your handcuffed and the bedazzled heart nestled snuggly between your soft, jiggly asscheeks under your skirt is enough to make him bust. 

You hear his soft moans and look back at your boyfriend to see him jerking off at the sight of you, a blush as pink as his hair on his cheeks and his hand gripping his long, fat cock. You’re horrified. How is he getting off to this?! 

“How’s that feel, baby?” Choso asks. “You feelin’ full?” You nod, feeling like you’re stuffed to the brim. 

“You ain’t felt nothin’ yet,” he chuckles. “But first thing’s first…” Choso tugs on your leash, forcing you to sit up on your knees. Looking down at you like you’re nothing more than a bug, he nods down at his shoe. “You wanna use somethin’ to get yourself off, use this,” he says. “C’mon, show your boo how good of a bitch you can be for his brothers.” 

You stare down at his shoe, confused. You then feel a sharp pain in your scalp as Sukuna yanks your hair back, nearly taking a track out. “What, you deaf?” he growls. “Did you fuckin’ hear what my brother said?” His hand comes down onto your ass hard, leaving a horrible sting in its wake. “Ow!” you whine. “P-Please stop!” 

“Then get that pussy on Choso’s boot or the next one is markin’ up that pretty face of yours.” You do as they both say, shimmying yourself onto the toe of Choso’s shoe. You begin to roll your hips as you grind your pussy down onto the solid surface of his shoe, feeling humiliated yet blinded by the pleasure. 

“Watch her, Yuji,” Sukuna sniggers. “Watch your bitch get off like the slut she is. This is how she should be treated for runnin’ through your pockets, don’t you agree?” 

Yuji doesn’t deny or admit to it, but he doesn’t have to. He continues to pump at his thick, leaking cock, his hand a blur as he strokes it fast. “Fuck,” he whispers. He can’t believe you–a woman who has treated him as a servant for so many months–is on her knees getting treated as a toy. And it’s so, so hot to see! 

“Ain’t that right, baby doll?” Sukuna asks you. “Shouldn’t you be treated like this for bein’ such a money-hungry slut?” You know better than to say no. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you whimper. “I’m sorry.” 

Zzzzip. Sukuna and Choso’s zippers come down and suddenly, you’re looking at two big, thick cocks that hang in your face. Sukuna’s is much girthier and has an angry, red tip while Choso’s has a hook in it and a silver stud jutting out of his dickhead. 

“Oh, you will be soon,” Sukuna says, smirking down at you. “Now open that mouth up, bitch.” You obediently do so, leading Choso and Sukuna to spit in your mouth. The sight of it makes Yuji groan. 

“You wanna use that mouth so much then you can use it somewhere else,” his twin spits. He takes a handful of his cock, stroking it while Choso makes his bob hypnotizingly, smirking at the look on your face. “Spit that shit back on our cocks, baby doll,” he orders you. 

“You don’t get a choice in this either,” Sukuna grunts. “You’re gonna take this shit and like it.” You obediently spit their saliva back onto their cocks, a string of spit connected from Choso’s dick to your bottom lip. So he goes first. They both fuck your mouth at the same fast, rough, merciless tempo, but they are still vastly different in the way they do it. 

As the first one to have your throat all to himself, Choso uses your mouth as his own personal fuck toy, yes, but he keeps a light hand on your leash and sweet talks you, showering you with praise AND degradation as he watches you forcefully swallow his dick while Sukuna fucks your hand. “Such a big girl, takin’ two big dicks at the same time, baby,” Choso coos. “I bet you like it like this, hm? Bet you love gettin’ that slutty throat used up like it should be.” 

He pulls away somewhat to slide his dick out of your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe and lick on the tip where his piercing is. The sounds of moans and filthy words fill the air, making you grind down on Choso and Sukuna’s shoes to relieve the throb of your cunt. 

Meanwhile, Sukuna is rough. Hard. Brutal. He puts your ass through the wringer with the way he grips your leash and fucks your throat, filling it up at a breakneck pace. The copious amounts of saliva that drip from your mouth and chin only make your mouth sloppier and easier to fuck. The pink-haired twin grunts and groans as he pumps in and out of your throat, using you, breaking you. 

“Look at your bitch, Yuji,” he cackles through his moans. “Look at all of that spit while she takes my cock. Does she do it like this for you?” He smacks your cheek, giving it a short sting as he fills your mouth to the brim with his cock. “You got the nerve to not make my brother cum?” he growls. “We’ll see how you like it. Keep grindin’ on my boot, but don’t you dare cum.” You do so, whimpering at the ache of your jaw and the tingling of your clit. 

Choso is loving the view as he fucks your hand, endeared by the way your nails look wrapped around his thick cock. “C’mon, baby girl, show me those eyes,” he coos. You do so though all you see is a blurry version of his face because your eyes have begun tearing up. At some point, Sukuna goes too deep and you begin to gag around his cock. 

With a groan, he releases you, allowing you to swallow down some air. “Please!” you gasp. “I can’t breathe!” Sukuna barely acknowledges this and plunges himself back into your sobbing, wet mouth. “Shut yo’ ass up,” he snarls. “Breathing is only for good girls. You ain’t earn that yet, slut. Now shut that mouth and keep suckin’ these dicks.” 

And you do. You don’t have a choice. The brothers keep switching turns, each one using your mouth up until spit is dripping down your naked chest and your mind is going blank. Yujii is about at his limit. He lets out the sluttiest moans as he jerks his dick to the sight of his brothers ruining you, his release quickly peaking. “S-Shit,” he whines. “Guys, I-I’m close!” 

“Ah-ah, little bro,” Sukuna laughs. “Nooot yeeet. We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He pulls his dick out of your mouth with a moan and roughly yanks on your leash. “On your back, bitch. Legs spread.” 

Though your makeup is fucked, your jaw is burning, and you haven’t cum yet, they don’t care. They only care about one thing. So you get on your back and spread your legs wide, exposing your dripping, wet pussy to Yuji. He groans almost in anguish at the sight of your glistening, brown lips and throbbing clit. 

“Look at how wet she is!” Sukuna guffaws. “Dumb, horny little bitch can’t help herself! Why don’t you give her what she wants, bro?” He smirks at Choso who is looking at you like you’re a platter he wants to devour for himself. 

“Watch closely, Yuji,” he says, looking back at Yuji with a smirk. “This is how you fuck a slut.” He pulls his pants down farther and takes off his top to reveal his toned body, pierced nipples, and tatted skin. Then he’s mounting you and tossing your legs over his shoulders. 

“W-Wait!” you protest, but he is already sliding himself home inside of your tight, wet, gushing pussy. Him pushing himself inside of you somehow makes your asshole clench around the butt plug still nestled between your cheeks. A loud moan escapes your quivering lips as your eyes roll back. 

Choso pistons inside of you immediately, slamming his cock inside of your gushing cunt. “Nice, hard, and deep,” he gasps, each word punctuated by a thrust. “Hold her down. Make her take it.” He instructs this by holding you down by your throat as he fucks you into the floor, causing lewd, sloshing sounds of his cock repeatedly plunging into your sloppy cunt over and over and over again. 

Yuji watches his older brother spread you out and fuck you silly, his hand moving rapidly against his hard dick. “Oh, God,” he moans. “She looks so fuckin’ good.” His cock throbs and strains to feel one your holes squeezing around him and stroking him dry. 

Sukuna looks back at him, standing over you as he watches Choso fuck you. “Yeah?” he laughs. “You’ll get her soon, little bro. We’re just makin’ sure you know the basics.” He suddenly taps Choso’s shoulder and with a resistant groan, the oldest brother slides out of you despite your pussy clamping down to stop him.

“Lemme get her this time,” Sukuna growls. Like a basketball player who has been sitting on the sidelines for too long, he gets and turns the game out…the “game” being your pussy. He settles between your legs and tosses one over his shoulder before shoving his cock inside of you and fucking you silly. His hips slap against yours, the sound mingling with your breathless moans and his guttural grunts of pleasure. 

You’ve never been fucked like this before: so hard; so rough; so animalistic. His fingers dig into the meaty flesh of your ass and thighs, using them as leverage to fuck himself even deeper inside of you. Your pussy flutters like a butterfly’s wings around his dick, ready to burst…but then he stops. 

And then it’s Choso’s turn again. He scoops you up and places you into his lap with him underneath you. With his thighs spread, his cock bobs impatiently beneath you which he slides you onto like you’re no more than a sex doll. Your mouth goes slack as he stretches you out even more in this position. 

“C’mon, Choso,” Sukuna urges, pumping his cock in your face. “I wanna see that bitch bounce. Fuck her up.” 

And so Choso does. He grabs your hips with an iron grip and proceeds to fuck up into you as fast as a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your clit. “F-Fuck!” you scream. “T-Too much! Please, please slow down!” 

Sukuna rolls his crimson eyes at your constant, annoying screeching. “You talk way too much,” he sighs. “Guess it can’t be helped for a bratty bitch like you.” Next thing you know, his cock is in your mouth while Choso greedily fucks your pussy off of its hinges. 

“How’s this, hm?” Sukuna laughs. “You like gettin’ both these slutty holes fucked? I bet you ain’t never had it like this.” And you haven’t. You’ve never been so filled like this before! It’s so overwhelming. So humiliating. So degrading. 

And yet so good. 

“Take it, mama,” Choso huffs into your ear, slamming himself up into you again and again. “You can’t run from this shit, so you’d better take all of me.” Like you have a choice! You’re forced to take his cock that you can feel throbbing and swelling inside of you, beating up your pussy to the point where you can feel your end coming…or cumming. 

Sukuna’s cock slips out of your mouth, allowing you to breathe and warn Choso of your peak. “Gonna cum!” you whine, near tears. “I’m close!” Sukuna sighs, looking disappointed. “You’re still talking?” he grumbles. 

But Choso is enjoying it, red in the face and quickly losing composure. “I-I thinks she’s close, Sukuna,” he grunts. “God, she’s squeezin’ that pussy around me so tight!” 

Sukuna squeezes your cheeks together, mushing your lips in the shape of a fish’s. He gets close to you, stopping an inch away from your nose. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare cum,” he demands. “You don’t have permission yet. You better hold that shit if you know what’s good for you.” 

You whine in protest, tears dripping down your face coated in ruined makeup. Luckily, you don’t have to wait for too long because Choso is about ready to bust, loud, slutty moans leaving his lips. “I’m gonna cum!” he warns. “Gonna fill you up! Take my cum, baby girl!” And with one groan in your ear, his warm cum shoots inside of you, triggering your own orgasm. 

He holds you down as you both cum together, your sounds of release mingling into one as he fills you up with him. You feel warm and wet, much of his nut dripping down your thighs. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sight of the twins watching you. “Wow,” Yui gasps, in awe. “There’s so much leaking out of her!” 

“And there’s gonna be more in a minute,” Sukuna huffs. Choso pulls his softened dick out of you while Sukuna grips you up by your hair. With a squeal of pain, you’re tossed to the ground onto your knees and he points at Choso’s cum-covered cock. “Clean his cock up, you messy slut. You don’t get to get away with makin’ a mess like that.” 

Weakly, you do so, licking and lapping up Choso’s nut mixed with your cum. You lick from his balls to his shaft to the tip, earning soft moans and headstrokes in return. Finally, you finish, the taste of him heavy on your tongue. “Nicely done,” he sighs, giving you a tired smile. “But you’ve still got another dick to take.” 

And unlike Choso, Sukuna doesn’t give you any sort of tenderness. He takes what he wants and doesn’t let you off without getting it. 

He puts you on your knees–face down, ass up–and rails you into the floor. You feel his cock pump in and out of you, never once pausing or breaking that fast pace that makes you feel space behind your eyelids. 

“Yeah, bitch? Ya like that?” he asks, his words breathless and punctuated by grunts. You can’t even speak, your mouth filled with cotton 

Someone is wailing and it takes you a moment after brief deliriousness to realize that it’s you. “Damn, you can’t be quiet, can you?” he huffs. “Choso, shut this slut up so she doesn’t bust my eardrums before I can bust my nut.” 

Choso kneels before you, your panties dangling from his hand. He smirks at your horrified reaction. “Open up, mama,” he says and pushes your thong into your mouth. Sukuna groans as he drills your shit harder, turned on by the panty gag. “God, that shit is so fuckin’ hot,” he growls. “Makes me wanna fill this tight little pussy up.” 

“M-Me too,” Yuji whines from his spot in the corner. “I can’t hold back anymore, guys! I need to cum soon!” His entire body twitches and his back arches as he fucks his fist faster, wishing it was you. 

“Yeah, little Yuji?” Sukuna teasingly asks. “You wanna cum all over this whore, dontcha?” His twin eagerly nods, still pumping away at his cock dribbling in precum. With a groan, Sukuna pulls his thick cock out of you, slapping you on the ass with it. “I’ve got the perfect idea then on how we can really make our time with this cumslut count.” 

He and Choso coax Yuji over closer to you. He does so, bringing his chair and his aching cock with him. Sukuna then forces you higher up into your knees so your head is in Yuji’s lap. 

Choso kneels at your side, stroking your hair away from your mouth of ruined lipgloss, spit, and cum. “Now you wanna be a good girl for our Yuji, right, baby girl?” he asks. “You wanna show that you’re so sorry for the way you treated him?” 

You stare up at Yuji and into his desperate eyes, suddenly flooded with guilt for your previous behavior towards him before all of this. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” you weakly answer his oldest brother. Choso then takes a fistful of your hair and shives your mouth down into his kid brother’s cock. “Then open that throat and suck on his cock ‘cause we’re gonna fuckin’ cover you.” 

As soon as your hot, wet mouth wraps around Yuji’s cock, he begins fucking it, grabbing your face to use it as a cock sleeve. Sukuna slides inside of you and resumes fucking you, nudging you closer to Yuji which causes him to sink deeper down your throat. “C’mon, Yuji, fuck her up,” he encouragingly grunts as he fucks you from behind. “Make her sorry that she ever treated you so bad.” 

And Yuji does. Letting out the sluttiest moans you’ve ever heard out of him, he fucks your throat until you’re gagging and slobbering all over his dick, all of your senses filled with him. “God, you’re such a good little slut!” he moans. “Gonna make me cum so hard!” 

Choso moans in agreement from beside you, his cock just inches away from your cheek as he fucks his fist at the sight of you. “Mmm, me too,” he sighs. “Just watchin’ her holes get fucked like that is doin’ all kinds of shit to me.” 

You can feel yourself about to burst too. As your pussy squeezes around Sukuna’s cock, your body aches, your knees and wrists burn, and your jaw feels as if it’s about to fall off. “Oooh, someone’s tightenin’ up,” he chuckles. He yanks on your leash, restricting your breath for a moment. “You wanna cum too, sweetness? Does that poor pussy wanna cream around this cock, hm?” 

“Mmm-hmm!” you pathetically whine around Yuji’s dick. Sukuna nods, pleased with this eager response. “Then I think you’ve got somethin’ you need to tell our brother here. And you’d better mean it if you wanna cum.” He and Choso nod at Yuji and the youngest brother lets his cock slip out of your mouth. 

You use every ounce of your breath to babble apologies as Sukuna nails your shit harder and harder: “Sorry!” you gasp. “I-I’m so, so sorry, Yuji! I’m such a bad girlfriend! I was such a bitch and I’m sorry!” 

A twinkle appears in Yuji’s widening eyes, his cheeks flushed pink. “Ya mean it?” he asks. “You’re never gonna ask me for shit again? Or ask me to send you money? Or fuck me and not make me cum?” 

“No!” you practically scream. “No, I’ll never do that to you again, Yuji, I promise!” 

The sibling trio smiles at each other. They finally broke you. “Good girl,” all three siblings say in unison. 

“Now take all of this cum,” Choso demands. “You deserve this. This is what you get.” 

In a snap, Yuji sinks his cock back into your mouth and with a whine of your name, cums deep down your throat. Choso explodes all over your tits while Sukuna cums deep inside of you, sinking his nails into your asscheeks as he fills you up. The sound of their moans of release triggers your own orgasm. With a wordless moan that turns into a broken scream, you clench your pussy around Sukuna and cum your brains out, your orgasm nearly knocking you unconscious with its strength. 

“That’s it, slutty girl,” Sukuna laughs, tugging on your leash. “Cum for us. Cum all over that dick.” You keep cumming until your body twitches and bucks as the aftershocks hit you. But as soon as they come, they fade, and the siblings commence to freeing you. 

Sukuna slowly pulls out of you and takes off your collar while Choso unlocks your handcuffs. Yuji holds you up before you fall, placing your head in his lap. You are completely covered from head to toe in cum: on your ass and titties; on your pussy where Sukuna’s drips out of you and down your thighs; on your face where your tears have ruined your makeup. 

“Now that’s a pretty ass sight,” Sukuna breathlessly laughs. “Now, you gonna be a good girl for our little brother now?” Weakly, you look up at the two older siblings and nod. But they make a disapproving face 

“Don’t tell us,” Choso orders. “Tell him.” 

Yuji looks down at you, fixing your ruined hair for you. “You gonna be my good girl from now on, princess?” he asks, using his thumb to caress your bottom lip. Swallowing harshly, you slowly nod. “Yes, Daddy,” you croak. “I promise.” 

Sukuna and Choso smile proudly at their work, happy to see your change. “Our work here is done then,” Choso sighs with satisfaction. “Now let’s eat.” 

THE END.

[yostresswritinggirl]

That Loud House

pairings -> Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh; poly

words -> 2,574 words

An architect, a scribe, and a prodigal drop out walked out of a house. Somehow they all fell in love, even tho they don't look like it when they're outside. (next)

As a local citizen in Sumeru City, you must have heard about that loud house in the higher levels.

Infamous for reasons already in the name, it had become a running gag, transcending the foundation of the structure to its well-known owners.

The loudness of that house wasn't anything new, but the occupants and its most recent addition made the legendary house ever so entertaining than annoying. Their names known far and wide, even touching the desert with gossip.

Out comes Alhaitham, the grand Scribe of the Akademiya holding himself to such high regard as both the lunatic and the savior of all of Sumeru.

Next leaves Kaveh with a bit more pep in his steps, so uncharacteristic of the Master Architect when he's frequently whining about his living conditions and roommate.

And last but never ever least exits you, gently closing and locking the door behind you unlike the first two to leave, rubbing at your eyes as you stumbled through the streets of the city with nothing but muscle memory guiding you.

No one knows how the relationship of that loud house came to be, only that one day, suddenly three people lived there. And those three people loved each other, expressed in some way that none of the Vahumana scholars can ever explain.

How you three came to be is a very... peculiar arrangement that people could only know if they asked. But out of your trio, only Kaveh is the approachable one, and even he didn't know the full story.

The true story of your relationship is privy to only you and Alhaitham, but the man would never entertain gossipers (for the sole reason of wanting them to overthink and hypothesize). And the two had made it very clear that they don't want you to be bothered by such trivial matters.

Foundation

No one would ever believe that Alhaitham started this complicated relationship, but he did. And no one but him and his clever brain would know how long he had planned for this.

"I see you're spacing out again," you pause in your walk as you silently watch the silver-haired Scribe make his way over. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Alhaitham." The scholar easily falls into step with you as you continued your leisurely walk, consciously adjusting your hair when you realized how well-kept next to your sleep-deprived self. "I'm fine, how about you?"

You've known the man even before he became a Scribe, even before he graduated and became your senior. How your closeness came to be is already a blur in your mind, but if there's one thing you're certain of, he at least enjoys your company.

You've bonded over collaborations for research before and after he graduated. Perhaps that's what draws him to you, he always liked and supported your ideas as much as he can even when no one does. Sadly, his work and your problems kept your interactions scarce.

"Wrong, it is actually already afternoon. Clearly, you are not fine and you can't deny it now." Oh my - you gently, slowly put your palm to your face, already so done with his antics for today.

It looks like you have a lot to catch up on since the last you talked. And Alhaitham, ever so smart, caught on with the impending long talk who proceeded to guide you to the tables outside Djafar Tavern.

When Eymen came over to take your orders, Alhaitham instead ordered for the two of you when you were about to refuse the service. Right, he's a rich guy now.

"How's your research been?" And at the sight of your sour face, he connected the dots almost immediately. "Same old?"

"Same old Akademiya. They won't fund anything that's not useful or groundbreaking, and I really liked this topic, too." And at his urging nods, you went on a tangent of the curiosities you've been hooked on for a while now, another idea he approves. "I don't understand why they are so heavily guarded with research regarding the history of the desert. I just want to learn more."

"Then leave the Akademiya." Stabbing into the Tandoori Roast Chicken a little too harshly, you looked at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "What? If the Akademiya is restricting you then you can continue your research without their laws applying to you."

Lunatic. That's just like him. Looking at you innocently with a raised brow as if he didn't just say something so out of pocket.

"You know I can't do that."

"Why not?" Bingo! That hesitant side glance confirmed his hypothesis easily, there's more than just the Akademiya that's putting circles under your eyes. Even as you occupied yourself with chewing the chicken, he kept his eyes on you like a hawk.

You sighed. "Research is my only income, unlike you, Scribe." He must be paid really well for his position, after all. "Rent in the City is also rising, I have to pay that next week, too. I'm so tired."

What is up with the people his close to and financial problems? He shakes his head. "Then drop out of the Akademiya and live with me." Unfortunately, this time he didn't care that you had chicken in your mouth. He continued while you're busy coughing your lungs out. "With my income, I'm more than glad to support your research. With this arrangement, you can focus on what you want and your health as we-"

HUH?! "Shu - fu - shut, shut up for a second." Eymen quickly came to your aid with a glass of water after seeing the commotion, but as he was about to pat your back, a stern look from your friend(?) made him think twice. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

"Yes. It's quite simple really," Alhaitham sat up straighter on his seat and uncrossed his arms. "I'll be your research support, I can even help you on them if need be, and living under my roof will remove you of financial burden.

"Deal." Eymen let out a loud 'huh?!' as he looks at you like you have a fungus head. "And I assume that you want something out of this, too?"

Nodding approvingly of your perceptive thinking, his next words both had you and Eymen reeling. "In exchange, date me and Kaveh."

... On second thought, it's not just you and Alhaitham that knows the true story.

But no one ever believes Eymen the bartender.

Surveying

Apparently, they were not in a relationship. Apparently, Kaveh doesn't even know about the terms and conditions of what transpired that day.

"Oh! Fancy meeting you here!" With the context, you awkwardly reciprocated the hug the architect greeted you with.

"You two know each other?" Alhaitham emerged from the guest room were your bags and items will be making home until this arrangement is over.

Kaveh, your Kshahrewar senior raised to the power of 2 was someone you had also collaborated with beforehand. Learning about the different periods Sumeru went through, as well as the civilizations of the other regions, the architect thought it was common sense to ask you for building inspirations.

The architecture was a part of your studies, right? Perhaps by seeing the different buildings all over Teyvat, he could infer his own design for his plates. You remember working on it for two days straight because you didn't want to disappoint him with a half-baked result, not when such a household name depended on you, a no name researcher.

"Well, that makes things easier then. They are staying with us from now on."

"They are?" The blond turns to you. "You are?!" You nod. "Oh, an angel descends from the skies to preserve my sanity in this house!"

You shake the hand offered to you, his smile brightening up more. "Let's get along, shall we?"

And get along you did. To be fair, it wasn't really that hard knowing Kaveh is Kaveh, and Alhaitham as his point of reference makes everyone look like saints.

However, being in the middle of these two also guarantees you to always be in the middle of their notorious arguing, even after you all settled into a genuine relationship.

"It's called a passion project, what is so hard to understand about that? Then again, knowing you, it wouldn't be too far fetched." Closing your eyes, the taste of the freshly cooked baklava became more apparent to your taste buds.

"It's not about whether this project is so important to you, it's the fact that it is missing a crucial factor: feasibility." Pulling the mug in your left hand, you washed down the sweetness of the pastry with slightly bitter coffee.

"What do you know about architecture to tell if it's feasible or not? You took one look at my plates and think you know better." Gulping your food, you let out a silent yawn as you tried to blink the sleepiness away.

"One look at it and I can see that you've put zero thought to the prices of the materials." What time is it? Maybe you can get some last minute nap before heading out.

"Why you -" Before you can register their morning argument subsiding, the feeling of hands on yours and your cheek jolted you awake.

"Why are you dozing off? Did you not sleep enough tonight?" As Alhaitham takes away the mug in your hand, Kaveh proceeds to wipe the pastry crumbs around your lips. Shaking your head, your blond lover moves to stand behind your chair.

"You told us you have an important errand today, you're gonna be late!" Then he starts to brush your hair back to style it as usual. Prying an eye open, you see a glimpse of Alhaitham cleaning up the table, as well as a hint of a subtle smile when his gaze caught sight of you and Kaveh.

Of course, if there's one thing that Kaveh and Alhaitham can agree on, it's their love for you. And that's honestly enough for them.

Structuring

Alhaitham viewed you as his responsibility in this symbiotic relationship, and when the time came that Kaveh settled into the arrangement, taking care of you became easier.

While it's not apparent, the Scribe hated seeing you stressed or down especially when you're susceptible to it than normal.

Things such as bills, needs, funding, rejected thesis can greatly affect your mental health greatly. And that in turn messes with the functionality of your brain, the same brain that he greatly adores. So with lesser jargon Alhaitham entrusted this information to Kaveh so that they both can look out for you when the other isn't there.

Unlike Alhaitham however, Kaveh's less used to your antics.

A shrill scream that can definitely be heard past the walls of the house made him jump and trip out of his bed, stumbling out of his room as he made a mad dash towards the room where the scream came from.

"(Y/N)?! What's wrong?!" Oh gosh, did you get hurt? Did someone break in?! Alhaitham is going to kill him for real this time!

Turning around from your spot in the middle of the living room, you pulled your hands out of your messy hair at the sight of your blond architect. "Kaveh? Oh shoot, I'm sorry did I wake you?" You thought you were alone in the house.

Shaking his head, his hands land on your shoulders to look for any signs of injuries. But no, based on the messiness of your hair, it seems more like an internal turmoil. "I heard your scream, tell me what's wrong, dear."

"Sorry, sorry, I was just really frustrated -" He needs to get you to clear your mind then, like what Alhaitham instructed- "Because of this stupid DIY miniature set."

"What?" Looking past you to the coffee table, there was the evidence of your frustrations. Cloth and wooden panels strewn about, and a mess of papers either discarded or needed littered the carpeted floor. "Why are you working on a DIY miniature house? Is that a house?"

"To destress." You raise your hands up in defense when Kaveh sent you a deadpan. "I think it's a Mondstadt style house."

"Why didn't you ask me to help then?" Forgetting his initial plan, he went on to seat on the floor and caught sight of the instructions page. Occupied with the interesting structure, you curiously sat next to him as he looked at the pieces. "I'm an architect, this is my forte!"

But... you're the one that's... trying to destress?

When Alhaitham came home, the house was suspiciously quiet despite having the lights open. Did one of you leave the main floor lights on by accident? Hanging his cape by the door, walking further into his shared home finally gave him the answer.

Cut up paper and trimmed fake plants scattered the area together with various small tools that he carefully picked up before anyone could step on it. There is a small model of what seems to be Mondstadt structure in the middle of the mess that could easily fit in his palm.

"This is what you two did the whole time?" But he expected the lack of response.

After all, as he turns towards the couch, there Kaveh laid stretched over the entire length of the long seat with his arm shielding his closed eyes. And there you lay on top, basically faceplanting the architect's chest.

Alhaitham could see the dried up clear glue on the tips of your fingertips.

His attention averts back to the miniature house. And that's when he sees it. Leaning down, the Scribe plucks up a copper wire with tiny bulbs jutting out here and there, with a switch at one end.

Oh. You two must have forgotten to add the wiring before assembling the piece and slept the frustration away.

Chuckling to himself, the man crossed his legs as he sat, picking up the discarded tweezer and glue. What would you two do without him really?

You were startled out of your shopping trip at the sound of someone screaming your name, followed by a person you've never met writing over to you. A mahamata personnel?

"We're sorry to bother you but Mr. Alhaitham and Kaveh -" Of course, it's about them.

It was a fallacy that everyone keeps committing at this point, believed in assumptions without evidence, but you followed the man to the destination to Treasures Street.

And when you stood in between the two quarreling scoundrels you call your lovers, the man who was hoping you'd stop the disturbance on peace looked confused. Of course he was.

After all, the arguments are part of the charm. Just because you came into the picture doesn't mean they'll stop in your presence, no, that's not your function in this relationship. However -

"I made progress."

"You did?! Thank goodness, I was worried you'll have to wait another day for dusk!" Kaveh flipped like a switch at the good news, eagerly suggesting to eat out for the occassion.

"Did you write it down? I wish to compare notes with my own hypothesis back home once we're done. When's the last time you hydrated?"

The public watched in confusion as the trio of lovers left the scene towards Lambad's Tavern, the argument turning into a conversation of jargons and lexicon that they can't follow.

It's always so eventful seeing the occupants of that loud house when they're together.

They just wish things were a little quieter.

Finally, the lesser organized poly series counterpart of CtM is here. Should have stuck to the headcanons format honestly but at least I know this isn't gonna be a one off thing lol

@ireallylikehamsters

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

ANRI SONOHARA, MASAOMI KIDA, SAKI MIKAJIMA, and MIKADO RYUUGAMINE from DURARARA!!

Justification:

"(Spoilers for the entire series sorry not sorry) About half of the Raira trio's character arcs are them warrings between their loyalties amongst each other. Saki is just like, 'can i get a waffle. can I pLEASE--' as her boyfriend starts another gang war.

Mikado says straight up 'everything I've done, I did for Anri and Masaomi.' Which he DID. He repeatedly uses his power and influence in Ikebukuro to protect Anri and Masaomi, and tears himself to bits when those plans backfire. At his core, however dubious and morally grey he is, Mikado tries to work for a greater good for those who matter to him.

Masaomi is exactly the same. He hates being involved in violence and gangs, he regrets ever starting the yellow scarves. He's bitter and resentful that he can't protect Saki, that he got her hurt, *and* that now Mikado's getting dragged into the deep end with him. From the first time we see Masaomi, our very first inner monologue from him is him confessing to us, the audience, that he's trying to shield Mikado from the darkness in Ikebukuro.

Enter ANRI. Everyone and their mother knows both Mikado and Masaomi are in love with her, it's literally a running gag. But Masaomi won't make a move because he feels loyalty to Saki & he won't leave her because he loves her, and Mikado won't make a move because his top priority in life is Masaomi & the Dollars. She made a promise to herself to never ever use Saika and yet when the Slasher became a genuine threat to her boys she grabbed her sword and she went to track down whatever Saika offspring was causing such a mess. She openly tells Erika she's in love with both of them, but won't make any moves because of her codependent nature (and also Saika--), AND when Saki comes to visit her in search of Masaomi, she tells her something similar, but telling Saki she's 'doesn't love Masaomi' (girl. Anyone with eyes knows you're in love with him you are NOT fooling us)

Mikado first starts to use his power in the Dollars to protect Anri (and Mika but he also did that *for Anri*), he became class rep for Anri, his every thought in the first arc ties back to his appreciation and connection to her. When Masaomi fucks off to who knows where after the first season, Anri and Mikado become practically inseparable to the point every one assumes they've gotten together and they *both* feel such a loyalty to Masaomi that they're like 'no, no, no, there's nothing!' Girl what are you talking about.

Not to mention when Aoab enters the frey & Mikado takes up leading the Blue Squares, he does so for Masaomi!! He spends all of Shou and Ten like 'I'm going to make ikebukuro a safe city so Masaomi will come home!! I need him home!! I need Masaomi!!" and when Bacura enters the chatroom, he's FRANTIC all "MASAOMI??? MASAOMI THAT YOU??" And it's so genuienly sweet. Say what you will about mikado's morally grey nature, the homie does everything he does for his trio.

And Masaomi... Homeboy really said "I'm so obsessed with Anri and Mikado that if I don't leave this city I'll betray Saki, and I just got her back. So I'm running away with my girl!!" and he comes back to the city after swearing off crime, sees thirty minutes of shenans, thinks Anri and Mikado are in danger, and IMMEDIATELY brings back the Yellow Scarves???

Literally the entire second Blue Squares v. Yellow Scarves war would be solved if Masaomi & Mikado kissed and realized they all have two hands. It's that easy, boys. I promise.

(realizing after writing all of this how much of a fucking essay this is. I'm. So sorry. But also I'm not deleting because the world needs to know.)" - Anonymous

[thoughtfulfangirling]

We left off with the trio staring down many laser guns from inside an elevator shaft. You know, it's really great that it was a sort of gag moment in the beginning when they don't really understand how the elevator situation works. I don't remember what the comment was, but it was very wink wink to the audience that they don't understand how this is supposed to work.

BUT IT WORKS IN THEIR FAVOR. Because of that, it's a simple matter of ducking back into the shaft and climbing up to the next floor, nothing in the way. It's an easy feat for them. The only thing to slow them down are the closed door a floor up. These scenes illustrate well I think how we get to think differently about these characters than we would humans, and I really love that. It's always nice when a world creates creatures to interact with it and just keeps exploring how the rules would be different for them - not that they don't exist, just that they're different.

[liliesyonder]

hello i wanted to say that i enjoy your art so much<3 its such a cute style and im eating and leaving no crumbs.

also me and my friend found out a week ago about Swifty and him being able to draw and im glad you can put that into your art works

we also really love Bumlets, Swifty, and Skittery dearly and we were wondering what your opinion you have of all 3 of them shipped together since Bumlets and Swifty seemed to be close in your drawings (this is also Tumblr were talking about bc it has ruined me and my friends mind)

either way still really love your art! keep it up, your doing amazing :3

THIS IS SO KIND <333

First of all thank you so much this def made my day!!!!! that's so sweet of you to say I appreciate it a lot <33 Putting my thoughts abt them being shipped below bc it's a bit long and I understand people have differing opinions on it! (There's also art under the cut!)

I do like to ship them as a trio! Though more often than not I like to write them platonic with vaguely romantic undertones because I think all of them are too emotionally repressed to put a name to their thoughts. And they're teenagers stuck in a closely knit workplace situation while having to maintain their independence so I don't think based on the historical setting there would be much time for internal introspection. So I don't focus as much on the shipping aspect. Still I think they're dynamic is super fun to play with their as a trio in general whether that be as platonic or romantic. I just don't necessarily see them ever committing to anything mostly out of their own self-preservation.

That doesn't mean in my headcanon's there's nothing going on there. I personally love the idea that they all look out for eachother in little ways. It's a running gag in my art that Swifty steals food for Skittery because he always looks so worn out taking care of Tumbler. And Bumlets will take Swifty out to the town to help him blow off stress or distract him from causing trouble. Or they'll sit around while Skittery complains about someone (usually David or Racetrack) either agreeing with him or making fun of the 3rd party.

However you spin it, I just think they work well together. Anyways come talk to me about them individually or as a trio anytime you want!!! I would love to talk about them more often besides my art, but I'm putting some down here too bc this ask got me inspired to draw some stuff out.

[muniimyg]

tahana // paraluman jk + oc extra

series m.list

taglist: @kakixaku @boraength @4ksj @pamzn @jinsearth @fancycollectormoon @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @fan-ati--c @kthlvr30 @ellesalazar @taeees-world @sukunasrealgf @firesighgirl @jeonninja @bloopkook @butterymin @pinkseokchim @joonsjuice

wanring: character death !!! talks of grieving, breaking up & just sad vibes

note: ok i promised myself that i would never touch paraluman ever again after completing it... but i couldn't help myself with this little blurb.... it lingered a minute too long for me to jus sit still and not write it out </3 enj my wuvs !!

context: this takes place shortly after oc's grandmother passes away. jungkook and oc are slowly mending their friendship and getting close again !!! oc is dating yoongi (at this time but it's nearing the end of their relationship)

Jungkook pats your back as you hunch over the sink. You gag every so often and with each nauseous breath in; he pulls your hair back tighter with his hands. Clearing your face from the loose strands, Jungkook can't help but wonder how much more you have in your tiny body left to throw up. Suddenly, a trio of friends bursts through the washroom doors. Their laughing is put on pause the moment they stumble in and see a very irritated look on Jungkook's face.

"Occupied."

They all share a look with one another and shoot him a dirty look. One girl groans at his stern tone and comes forward. Rolling her eyes at him, she complains; "If you two are trying to fuck in here, get out! This is a fucking public washroom—"

"And it’s fucking occupied.”

The girls all gasp at Jungkook's words. Another girl crosses her arms and speaks out. "You're a dick, you know? Like, are you serious? You can't even ask us nicely to leave—"

"I wasn't asking."

Jungkook lowers his gaze at them. Tension quickly begins to build and before they could make a bigger fuss, Yoongi squeezes himself through.

"Ladies, the washroom downstairs is free. I'll buy you all a shot if you just go and leave them be..." Yoongi bargains. The trio are easily persuaded. Partly because they're too tipsy to continue their fight and partly because a free shot is a fucking free shot. They accept Yoongi's offer, break into giggles, and stick their tongues out at Jungkook. One flips him off right before they turn their heels and head downstairs.

Once they're out of sight, Yoongi closes the door for more privacy. He turns the lock and leans against the door. "You should've locked it," he sighs. "... Is she okay?"

Yoongi then bends down to take a closer look at you. You look a little messy but nothing extensive.

Just drunk.

You were just really drunk.

Jungkook shakes his head, feeling unexpectedly panicked. Perhaps it's because of Yoongi's aura. There is something about him that simply makes Jungkook relax. Even though they've only known each other for a short while, Yoongi is the definition of comfort. Meeting him and getting to know him is the easiest thing Jungkook has ever done for you. He understands why you love Yoongi so much and honestly doesn't feel competitive with him around. It's like he knows you're safe with Yoongi and with that so is he.

“Yoongi, I've never seen her drink this much. I shouldn't have let her drink this fucking much—"

“… Are you kidding me?” Yoongi groans in disbelief. In moments like these, he applauds Jungkook’s devotion to you but also finds it a little sad. “It’s not your fault.. This,” he gestures at your state, “… is not your fault. ___’s grandma just passed away... Of course, she'd be drinking this much! Regardless if you let her or not; she's going to do what she wants. You get that, right?”

Truth be told…

No.

Jungkook doesn’t get it. In his head, you’re still that child that needs him. Him here with you.. Unable to make you feel better makes him feel so fucking useless.

So, Jungkook stays silent.

He still can't help but feel disappointed in himself for not watching out for you better. He sulks in his self resentment.

"I don't know what to do.” Jungkook confides in Yoongi. “Maybe it’s because I haven't been with her in so long but this just feels like karma in some sick way..”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t really know anymore.. It’s just—what… What if too much has changed between us and I'm not good enough for her anymore? I’ve never had to be there for her in this sense.. The grieving and the coping—“

Yoongi chuckles, "You have and will always be good enough for her. God, you're a lot more insecure than I could have ever imagined you to be..."

Jungkook huffs.

“It’s just life. She’ll grow through what she goes through. As long as you stay by her side; it’s enough.”

With that, Yoongi presses a kiss on your cheek before excusing himself. He whispers, "My love, I'll be back. You're in good hands."

"Whose hands?"

"Jungkook is right here.”

Weakly, you lift your head. “Really? He’s back?”

Yoongi smiles at you. “Back? Awh, come on. He’d never leave you.”

"Yes, he would!"

Yoongi rolls his eyes at you. “Well, he’s here now. You can fight him while I’m gone. Okay?"

You nod slowly, eyes closed but ever so understanding. “Okay.”

“I’ll be back.”

“Okay.”

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows. “___, are you still drunk?”

“Okay," you sing. "okay, okay.. Okay!"

Yoongi snorts and pats your head. He gets up and places his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “You okay?”

“I’m okay," Jungkook breathes. "... I think. Maybe just call us an Uber and we'll be down in like... Fifteen? She's still throwing up a bit."

Yoongi nods. “Okay.”

Abruptly, you giggle, “okaaaayyy!”

The two boys exchange funny looks. Silently, they find you cute. Yoongi then leaves to go downstairs, pay for the trio's shots, and to grab your bag and jackets. He'll order the Uber in fifteen, just as Jungkook suggested.

Meanwhile, you throw up once more. After you do so, you compose yourself. You attempt to catch your breath and fix your posture.

"You need water. Can you walk? Let's go downstairs and Yoongi can get you some water." Jungkook helps you stand still. You hold your stance for two seconds before collapsing on him.

With your face buried in his chest, you take in his scent. He smells like how he always has. It smells like childhood to you.

"I missed you," you murmur. "You ditched me for this life, right? What's so good about it? I feel like shit right now."

He laughs in response.

You pout.

“You're weak shit," Jungkook teases you. "You can't handle the shit you down.. And I didn't ditch you."

Jungkook then pulls you up to stand better. He reaches over and turns the tap on. Cupping his hands, he lets the water fill up and brings it to your face. Gently, he cleans your face up. He takes the hem of his shirt and wipes the access water off.

"You ditched me."

"No, I didn't,” he insists. “Bhie, I invited you to every club, party, and event. You never wanted to come. You started dating Yoongi and then—"

"And then grandma died."

"Bhie…”

You bite the inside of your cheeks. “You know, Yoongi is leaving for his music career too… Does that mean he's going to break up with me soon? Fuck.." You purse your lips. “I hate my life.”

"Don't manifest bullshit like that," Jungkook chuckles. "He loves you. He wouldn't leave you."

"Y-yeah... And even if he does leave me—"

"—Which he won't—“

"At least he won't be dead, right?" you attempt to humour your pain. You smile for a millisecond before feeling the ache take away your momentary cope.

Silence falls between you two.

"... She's really gone, Jungkook." You can’t hold yourself back. The most you can do now is hope your voice doesn't break and you can get these words out. “I have nobody, you know? She promised me she'd stay but she didn't. She's gone and now you're back so y-you have to promise me that you'll stay, okay?"

You grab a fist full of the collar of his shirt. Looking deep into his eyes as yours water in pure hurt and grief, you plead. "Promise me you'll stay by my side."

"My you, I promise," Jungkook says. He takes his hand and covers your fist with it. He moves it to his heart and offers you a smile. "I won't leave you. If anything, I'll let you leave first. I'd rather watch you walk away than leave you.”

Your breath hitches at his words. You feel a lump in your throat and your heart begins to beat faster and faster. Before you can stop yourself, a small sob escapes your lips. Then, it's followed by a deep breath that fails to give you any relief. You rush to cover your face with your hands and let yourself begin to sob.

Jungkook embraces you. You cry harder and harder, suddenly feeling the weight of the world.

You're exhausted.

You're drunk.

You're just really drunk.

And in the midst of your drunken cries, the faint smell of childhood, and the mere idea of his promise being kept, you think to yourself; this is home.

In Jungkook you find rest. You find parts of yourself you thought you had lost. In him, you feel so much comfort and familiarity. It’s almost like a nostalgic haze you get lost in.

That’s when you decide that he’s your home. From here on out, this is where you stay.

I love him.

I love him one.

I love him too.

I love him three times more than I have ever before.

One I love you for the past. A second for the present and a third for the future.

How could you ever leave his side? How could you ever let him leave you again? Life and its trials will come and go... But him?

He has to stay.

He promised to.

Besides, if it's not him, it's not anybody.

[magentagalaxies]

Uh-oh Ze's Writing A Kids in the Hall Essay for Fun Again

aka i wanted to infodump but i didn't know who to send the infodump to specifically so i'm making it a post

basically i was thinking about the iconic man-in-a-towel "character" that's become ubiquitous in kids in the hall projects and how that's an example of how queer culture is such an integral part of kids in the hall even in basic ways people might miss. not just bc paul bellini has been openly gay for just as long as scott has, but also because the towel thing itself is literally a reference to queer culture

(side note when i was watching kids in the hall for the very first time i had no idea bellini was gay, and now after diving into mouth congress and every other piece of kids in the hall related media i could get my hands on, plus becoming close friends with bellini himself, i'm just sitting here like "how was there ever a time when i didn't know he was gay???")

like, here's the explanation of the source of the "man in a towel" aspect of the bellini contest from Paul Myers' Kids in the Hall biography "One Dumb Guy":

i just find it so fascinating that the towel thing specifically came from the idea of this "character" being in a bathhouse, and how watching the series in 2023 without that context may lead to that aspect being lost on viewers entirely because that's not something that's as in the public consciousness when it comes to queer culture anymore. you see a guy walking around in a towel in a piece of media in 2023 and your first thought is of a gym locker room or something like that. and this lack of context doesn't take away from the joke at all, the surreal humor of this random guy wearing a towel being the prize for the kids in the hall viewer contest and appearing in the background of numerous sketches works regardless of why he's in the towel in the first place, but as someone who loves kids in the hall in large part because of its attitude towards queerness refusing to play along with respectability politics, the way gay sex is a part of this seemingly-unrelated gag is incredible. like, it's almost framed as though the world is his bathhouse, and he's just wandering around waiting for something to happen. like a more zen version of the "running faggot" character. and even in the above section, when he's like "i knew it would make me famous, and maybe that would help me get laid." that idea is so normalized when it comes to straight guys wanting to get laid, but it still feels so revolutionary to be like "yeah, this can be a part of it as well."

but beyond that, the way bathhouses in particular come up in kids in the hall related works is always going to be fascinating to me, because i feel like they're a part of queer culture and queer history that is so often either forgotten or treated as shameful. like, prior to getting into kids in the hall, the only times i ever heard about bathhouses were when people talked about the AIDS epidemic, and even when people were trying to sound queer-positive there was always this implication that bathhouses were just a place where disease was spread and they all ceased to exist after the 1980s. kids in the hall on the other hand? any time bathhouses are brought up, it's treated in a similar way to just going to a bar. some people like to get drunk, some people like to get high, some people like to have casual sex with men. there's comedy to be found in any of these environments but there's nothing inherently morally wrong with any of them

in most other western media, bathhouses are forced to carry this stigma, but in the works of kids in the hall (especially scott thompson) the carefree attitude towards sex is almost enviable. a STEPS sketch where the trio are in conflict ends with the group setting aside their differences to head to the bathhouse. the scenes in buddy babylon (the fictional autobiography of buddy cole, written by scott thompson and paul bellini) depicting a bathhouse encounter are surprisingly un-sensationalized. it's just a casual fun night out and a way to meet new people, and even the sex scenes in that book aren't typically framed as spectacle. (this goes along with buddy babylon's unique tone as the most down-to-earth buddy cole media, but that's a whole other essay). even scott thompson's standup set "the human urinal," which revolves around a particularly embarrassing bathhouse encounter, thrives on its observational humor and self deprecation. most strikingly, the human urinal story is a recent example, and in this set scott even acknowledges the reputation bathhouses have as this shameful relic of the past. i actually highly recommend the human urinal standup set, though it's absolutely a "dead dove do not eat" for exactly what it says in the title.

and, of course, on this topic i was thinking about the way gay sex is portrayed in kids in the hall season six (aka the revival season for amazon prime). in it, we have two main sketches that center this particular theme. the first is sole buddy cole sketch of the season, "the last gloryhole" (featuring paul bellini as the voice of the gloryhole, fun fact). this sketch highlights the exact theme this essay has been getting at, directly calling out the way respectability politics has erased the more "nsfw" history of the queer community through the surrealist premise of buddy cole getting the last remaining gloryhole in the city declared a national landmark by the late queen elizabeth. the only other sketch to center around gay sex happens as a 70s flashback, and even that one is actually moreso focused on the idea of the partners in this gay relationship getting jealous of each other for sleeping with a woman (honestly i don't have much deep analysis for this one because tbh i didn't like the sketch that much).

the most striking thing about these two examples is the weird paradox kids in the hall season six finds itself in when it comes to censorship, or lack thereof. now, censorship and kids in the hall season six is a loaded topic that could spawn its own essay, but this isn't about direct censorship (i.e. someone explicitly saying "you can't show that"), but instead about cultural ideas of censorship, what is and isn't normal to show on television. ask any kids in the hall fan who's seen all six seasons and the most jarring difference between the revival and the original show is the amount of nudity. amazon let them show dicks, so they're gonna show dicks, and also dave foley has fake tits in the latter of the sketches mentioned above (though they were technically also able to show dave with tits in the original show too). however, even though visually seeing nudity gives the implication that this is a fully uncensored production, there's still this hesitancy towards some of the gay topics that were freely explored in the original series that's definitely a product of respectability politics. gay male sexual desire is de-centralized in a way it never has been. the reason the above sketches feel out of place is not because they're not typical of the kids in the hall, but because the rest of the show is not matching the tone in the same way.

anyway, thank you for listening to this infodump. gay male sexual desire has always been integral to the kids in the hall and the fact that the show's queer creators refused to conform to respectability politics allowed them to treat this topic with far more respect than anyone has since.

[mdhwrites]

I know you said on Twitter your least favorite joke in TOH is the joke from Edge of the World about the head Titan hunter being named Bill. My least favorite TOH joke is from Escaping Expulsion, when Gus suggests they cast illusions of "lady guards" to distract the guards and Willow is like "this isn't a cartoon from the 40s!" Firstly because, why would Gus make that suggestion? Who says the guards are heterosexual men? The Boiling Isles feels pretty gender and sexuality neutral so that's a strange assumption on his part. Second of all why is Willow referencing something from Earth that she would have no way of knowing about aside from maybe Luz, except why would Luz tell her about cartoons from the 40s? Third of all, the whole joke is just brimming with this smug aura of 'look everyone, we're so progressive, we're NOT going to do this trope that we COULD do because we're not a cartoon from the 40s!' Like, if you have to pat yourself on the back for not writing something worse then maybe your writing isn't actually that good. You know? IDK, it's such a small moment so it's weird that it bothers me as much as it does but I feel like it's a microcosm of a lot of my issues with TOH's writing. Anyway, any thoughts on that joke or TOH's joke writing in general? 🦎

There is... a lot to be said about the humor of TOH. I actually covered, theoretically, one problem in a blog about the male characters in TOH. That blog is relevant to this because 80% of TOH's comedy is predicated on the misery of some sort of the designated comic relief characters. In S1, this is pretty much entirely male. In S2, Lilith joins these ranks but not as the straight man she was in S1 (the comedy term, not the sexuality) but as just... The same sort of gag character everyone else is.

This designation of comic relief also commonly comes with only being allowed one or two main jokes that will be used over and over again in someway to make the character look like a fool. Now slapstick is fine and I like stuff like Randy Cunningham so I can enjoy it. The problem with TOH's comedy writing is that it's not creative, interesting and kind of eventually gets very obvious. As such, it becomes incredibly boring.

This is almost entirely why I found King to be a boring character for the entirety of S1. He just... isn't a character. He's two jokes that aren't very different from each other. A child trying to be taken seriously or an animal that is trying to have the respect of a human. Both degrade him, both have him acting the fool, both have him looking stupid, etc. like that and because he is the comedic backbone of the main trio in theory, these jokes are repeated somewhere close to a BILLION TIMES.

But... All of those lead to comedy that is for the most part boring. Without the actual interplay of characters, the comedy feels superfluous. It's like anything that relies on its comic relief to be able to claim to be a comedy rather than actually having that comedy weave in and out of the piece naturally. An untold amount of meh animated movies have this exact problem so it's nothing new even if people somehow don't understand that it is a problem.

But let's talk about the other 20% with the two jokes discussed in your ask! Both of them are in line with the fact that when the show isn't using slapstick, it's subversion. Namely, subversion of cartoon and fantasy tropes. The only problem is that it seems to think it's revolutionary for subverting tropes DECADES old... When they've either entirely fallen out of fashion or the sorts of subversion they're doing have been done for... decades as well almost.

Because distracting the guards by dressing in drag isn't something modern cartoons play straight anymore. They'll either see through the disguise, call them ugly, not be of the same species, etc. like that. And all of those are more of a joke than just calling out the fact that it's a trope and then that's it. That's the joke. Which isn't funny or clever. It's just an observation that begs the question of "Okay, and? We weren't treating you as a show from the 40s. Are we supposed to?"

As a tangent though: That whole conversation is a mess. You pointed out all the world building issues with it but let's just talk about who does what. Gus is weirdly the only character IN CHARACTER as they discuss this plan. Top Student Amity wants to go in and FIGHT EVERYONE while Willow, who has never shown any real cleverness with her magic, just overwhelming brute force, is the one to suggest actually being sneaky with a magical solution while also being the one to scold Gus the hardest. Admittedly, I don't agree with people who think Willow suppresses her emotions so her speaking up is in character but how overly mean she is about it feels like it was written for Amity but it was boarded wrong or something.

The other major issue in both jokes though, much more in the one I hate most, is the feeling of smugness. That the show obviously thinks it's incredibly clever for the joke. I mean, just how weird are fantasy names? Balthazar? Magnus? Tarik?

Oh, wait, TOH actually used that last one. And the others are rooted in cultures not in America so treating as entirely fantastical nowadays is just kind of being an asshole. I mean, how many Japanese or Arabic names are going to sound weird to an American, where 'Christopher' is about as complex or interesting as our first names get? So maybe you shouldn't judge so quickly.

But that's not the point anyways. It's that so many OTHER fantasy shows take themselves so seriously with these names or ideas or leaders and look how 'funny' it is when they're named something like Bill! Or they're actually a stoner! Aren't we a riot?

And there's never thought beyond that. Of how it clashes with the narrative which is the REAL reason I DESPISE the Bob joke. Unlike something like the Bile Sacs, something that is used as a subversive joke that fucks up the magic system in some way because they'll never get brought back up again... Bob fucks up his episode.

Theoretically, the tension of the episode is whether or not these people are good and if King should be with them to find out about his culture. The first time "Bill" is uttered out of Tarik's mouth, the show just hard pauses for a second, as if to allow for the snickers to die down, before Luz even straight up asks if it's short for something. They straight up spend 15 seconds of the episode destroying any possible gravitas this character has.

Which is an immediate sign. If these characters were actually meant to be a dilemma from a character standpoint, they'd be taken seriously. They could be silly but their culture would matter. Their leaders would matter. In fifteen seconds, for the sake of a joke they're obviously so proud of, at the ten minute mark so we have half the episode left...

The audience knows the truth. They're grifters or bad men in some way and King and Luz shouldn't trust them. All for fifteen seconds for a bad joke that's not original in the slightest.

And for anyone who thinks we're thinking too hard about these jokes: That's not our problem. Okay, it absolutely is my problem, I overthink most things, but in general, if we're questioning jokes this much... The show has failed. In some way, the joke has broken the suspension of disbelief and now I'm not watching something I'm invested in, I'm instead aware of it being a construct and kid's show. And because of the egotism, it demands higher scrutiny the moment that happens. I've talked about this problem with TOH before. And comedy suffers the most from it because TOH doesn't do rapid fire comedy. It wants its jokes to be gut busters. It's REALLY confident in a lot of them, especially the more ego put into the joke. And... I'm sorry. While TOH does constitute deserving the comedy genre title, it's just not a great comedy. It's fine at best usually but it doesn't have variety and it's usually not clever. Does it sometimes manage a great one? I would hope so since it's literally listed as a comedy. But if you want something unique and that deserves to think of itself as a gut buster, you're going to have look for something that tries harder than this. (and of course as a caveat to ALL of this: I prefer British style of humor and interplay which takes a lot more sarcasm, back and forth, etc. like that so I'm a bit predisposed to not being hit as hard by it as others. Comedy is so subjective though that that's why I tried to stick to kind of the general, structural and presentation issues with the comedy rather than whether the jokes themselves are good or not.) ======

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[b-else-writes]

The Great CLAMP Re-Read Part 5: CLAMP School Detectives

Part 1 (RG Veda) | Part 2 (Man of Many Faces) | Part 3 (Tokyo Babylon)| Part 4 (Duklyon)| Part 6 (Shirahime)| Part 7 (X)| Part 8 (Chunhyang) | Part 9 (Miyuki-chan)

I don't know about all of you, but one of my first fond fanfic-adjacent writing experiences was painstakingly creating a magical school rip-off story where mine and all my friends self-insert OCs could go on adventures. And we wrote all this by hand in a notebook! I bring this up because CLAMP School Detectives says so much about CLAMP's doujinshi roots and how that thinking, of a vast playground for their characters to mess around in, was going to shape their opus. I also bring it up because this is self-indulgence to its core, in the way the best and frankly, worst, of fanfiction is. Despite having an expanded anime adaptation, CLAMP School Detectives did not have the lasting cultural memory that their other adaptations did.

CLAMP School Detectives ran from 1992 to 1993, concurrent with all of their early series, and bridges several, with dozens of other references to their doujinshi and uncollected early abandoned works. It is out of print and only had a 2000s Tokyopop English release, of 3 volumes comprising 13 chapters. Again, I read this entirely online and wouldn't pick up a copy unless I wanted to be a completionist. "Spoilers", I guess?

Synopsis: Imonoyama Nokoru, Takamura Suoh, and Ijuin Akira are members of the Elementary School Student Board at CLAMP School. Nokoru has the incredible ability to detect when a woman needs help, and the three precocious children decide to form a detective team that solves the problems of fair maidens everywhere - if only Nokoru could get his paperwork done, to Suoh's despair!

The Story: If Dukylon and Man of Many Faces had barely a story, this is even less than that - it's a bunch of barely mysteries that the trio solve every chapter, with the finale being a flashback to explore Suoh and Nokoru's past and bond. It's a gag manga that relies on whether you think the gimmick of Nokoru being able to sense a woman in danger is funny, and find the little adventures cute, and it just did not land for me. It feels like an overly saccharine attempt at Enid Blyton type school boys solving mysteries (but in Japan), and it was just plain boring. Mostly because they're barely even mysteries - I felt cheated as a huge mystery lover! This is either going to read as really cute, or really boring to you, and it was the latter for me.

The Themes: Uhh.....help out fair maidens. It's a gag manga, if you're doing analysis on this, good for you, but I have a very packed life and I don't think CLAMP wants me to learn anything but "Nokoru cutie".

The Characters: The characters are largely enjoyable but quite plain. Nokoru is basically the perfect little elementary school boy dream, but it's done sweetly enough that he reads as funny rather than irritating. Suoh is textbook tsundere who devotes his life to Nokoru (Ashura & Yama you will always be famous), and Akira is ditzy. There's not much here beyond Nokoru secretly feeling distanced from people because he doesn't want to hurt others. If you like cute wacky elementary school stories, you'll like them. I found them fine. Though I did squeal in fondness when they showed up in X. CLAMP knows how to charm you despite yourself.

The Art: I find this some of CLAMP's weakest character design - Nokoru and Suoh look too similar to me beyond the colour palette, and the different women featured are unimaginative. It's overall decent art, but nothing special or groundbreaking. As someone who devoured RG Veda, Tokyo Babylon and even Man of Many Faces for just how damn pretty and creative they could get, it's lacklustre.

Questionable Elements: I don't know if this is a translation issue, but Nokoru's behaviour is referred to as "feminist", and it is not. This is Victorian era paternalism that women need taking care of and can't be held responsible for our actions because we're the emotional and fairer sex. While satirical, the sexism is still irritating. Also there's another "older person x literal minor bad, but only because older person is a woman". Are CLAMP ageist? One wonders.

Also. There is overt fascist imagery in CLAMP School Detectives:

CLAMP draws them in Nazi uniforms on another cover, and there are MULTIPLE images of the Rising Sun Flag (which is a symbol of fascist WW2 imperial Japan). It's abhorrent and there is much to discuss frankly about how fascist imagery is so ubiquitous in manga.

Overall: Putting aside the REALLY bad elements, CLAMP School Detectives is probably the most unmemorable so far of CLAMP's oeuvre. The characters are charming and the premise itself is not bad, but it never lands. It's a very cutesy, almost slice of life manga, which is just really not my thing because it never succeeds in at least being funny or exciting or anything substantial to linger on. Not something I'd recommend to anyone beyond devoted CLAMP fans, besides the adorable main trio. Say what you will but CLAMP really knows how to make you love their characters.

[erisluna35ocblog]

Characterization Across AUs: Damien Guerrero

Rejects his past actions that hurt a certain boy. It's usually Shizuke but really, it tends to land on someone he can compare to his younger brother.

He used to be on a massive ego trip fuelled by his parents, which is almost always later cut down by Fiona kicking his ass.

Had sort of a crush on Fiona. It's fuelled by elitism more than anything.

His younger brother Dylan is his morality pet. Hurting him is a catalyst for Damien to change for the better.

His family values strength and power above all else... but Dylan is nothing like that so Damien is protective of him. Sadly, he will fail in some way and Dylan comes back scary strong and fights him for a bit until he calms down. Or just argues with Damien in AUs that don't give him powers.

Zephyr looks up to him and wishes to have a brother like him.

Natalia is his best friend because she is so accepting of him.

Forced to work with Keagan against his will. They rarely start out trusting each other.

Wary of the twins, they scream sus to him. Especially the one rizzing his boy crazy best friend. Blake fears him.

He tends to lose someone in a way then someone else comes along to kinda fill the void they left. Those two people eventually meet and they don't get along. It's kinda Damien's fault, he sucks at communication.

His battle gear has the most armor among the main group, sans Shizuke. He's the true tank of the team.

It's more of a mythology gag, but he, Shizuke and Haruji tends to use similar powers at some point. They are all rather tanky melee fighters.

Somehow, Haruji will serve as his mentor and Shizuke as his sparring partner. Shizuke will kick his ass because that guy has been practicing for years to specifically kick Damien's ass.

Just as he and Natalia are finally gaining levels in badass, Shizuke will kick him down. Also, neither stood a chance against Fiona when she was brainwashed and crazy.

While it's not always important, his relationship with the Ryders and the Hales is more or less the same. They're his found family who pseudo adopted him or are always welcoming towards him for his close bond with one of their kids.

He'll end up leaving his well-off family for a less toxic environment and live a more modest life style after the main story.

He will eventually gain Fiona and Shizuke's grudging respect. Emphasis on grudging. While Keagan tends to be the first he befriends from this childhood friends trio.

He's a quiet guy full of regrets. He sees his past self as an arrogant boy and hates himself for it. It'll haunt him.

He's good at keeping kids in line. Most notably, Zephyr Ryder. He and Natalia make the ultimate babysitter team.

Just as Keagan, Fiona and Shizuke are always established as schoolmates, Damien is always some sort of acquaintance (mostly to Fiona and Shizuke, with him knowing about Keagan from a distance) before the rest of the cast trickles in.

His love life is mostly out of focus but he has a thing for nerds... he swears this has nothing to do with Shizuke and/or Natalia. His type is more cutesy and bubbly (he does not consider Natalia to be so lol), and strongwilled with some fire in them (he does not see Shizuke as so, sadly). Well, they say people are attracted to tend to somewhat resemble people they are already close to, like family or friends.

[gotstabbedbyapen]

Final episode!!!

Spoiler Alert as always but also be warned of my unreasonable bias

Well hello there Apollo and Hermes :) Nice touch about the myth of Hera's persecution of Leto! Love the brotherly bonding between them, too <333

Then we have Demeter lying again (first time is about Persephone's abduction 🙄), all to make her look worse than Hades. Come on, you could have let Demeter said she came up with the idea and Hades complied with her, it will still shock Persephone the same.

Also, when Demeter said the infected gods "won't be themselves" when they came to confront her and Hades, I... don't see them that differently? Other than the coughing and the popped up veins on their bodies, they don't look like they are at a disadvantage (all the "severely affected" thing is said rather than shown), even serving up a good fight against the Underworld army. This just proves my point that the Demeter poisoning the world plot is just a way to make her more evil than "poor anti-hero" Hades, same as they made Ares into Persephone's assaulter. My point will stand until we get to see the true effects on the gods in the next season.

Moving on!

I'm still not convince Gorgo is necessary, her love story with Seraphim is sad but she serves nothing more than a plot device for Hades to make Seraphim work for him. Poor Seraphim but I still think using his adoptive mother is a better way.

Then enter Heron. I giggled at the "I'm a son of Zeus" - "There are many sons of Zeus" thing. Really good way to narrow things down, buddy. And the "Nobody" gag is priceless lol :)))))

But I can't stay giddy for long because what happened to my sister trio 😭😭😭 Why does Persephone have to be against everyone??? Even aunty Hestia too??? I just hate it when media makes Persephone despise her upper world family to justify her choosing the Underworld (let's be real, she didn't even choose to be there in the Homeric hymn). Persephone is Artemis and Athena's childhood friend! She helped raised a son of Apollo! Her domain in harvest is overlapped with Hermes' husbandry! Why can't we let her love both her families?

Then Heron meets Gaia. It's vague on what Gaia means by teaching the gods "forgiveness". Like as of now, the only ones we see that cannot forgive each other are Zeus and Hera, maybe Hera and Zeus' bastards, too - even then Hera's bitterness against Zeus and his bastards is reasonable. The show is relying on the audience to have knowledge about Greek mythology to know that the gods actually have conflicts with each other, while they barely show anything on their own.

Actually, now that I think about it, all of the bad things the gods have "done" are said rather than shown and, again, relied on the audience to know from the myths. That is not good. The show should have display those moments out rather than throwing in mentions about them when characters are talking. But I guess the limited episode allowance isn't enough for them to deepen the plot.

After that, Heron and Seraphim meets again. They had a moment to talk, then they fight.

Oh, by "they" I mean everyone.

First, it's Heron and Seraphim.

Then Hades and Demeter's army joined with my queen slaying again with her armor, just *muah*

Then Ares and Aphrodite's army joined and we are blessed with Aphrodite Areia, good gracious she's gorgeous :OOOO

Then the Olympians came with Persephone hostage (did I say I hate how they ruined her relationship with the other gods?)

We were treated with an epic fight scene of Games of Throne Greek mythology style. Heron summons a bunch of lightnings, which is a coincidence because it's currently thundering in my place when I'm watching this.

I did notice a certain warrior with purple cape and a chest-plate with the symbol of the sun and a flower in the middle.

Could it be...

... my prince Hyacinthus? :O We get to see him fight OMG!!!!

And, finally, Hades you DINGUS--

How can someone be selfish enough that they're willing to make the entire world suffer for it??? Heron is about to save them all but he just HAS TO ruin it.

Look, Demeter may have caused winter and poisoned the world but at least she knows when she's going too far and was about to yield in to end the bloodshed. Call me biased if you will but honestly, fuck the producer for making a worried mother into an overbearing one in the first place.

I don't care that Hades loves his wife (I disgust the sugarcoating of their relationship in this show anyways). He just has to ruin peace and agreement when everyone was so close to reaching it. How hypocritic that the god who said Demeter's poisoning plan is too far is the one willing to risk world peace for his sorry ass. He is the straw that broke the camel and made Gaia call Typhon back.

But I don't have the energy to even yell at him anymore.

Typhon is returning and they are all gonna die thanks to Hades.

The end of season two.

...

I suppose I should conclude this rant review with a prediction for season 3:

We'll prolly see who's the girl that Envious is scared of (mentioned in ep5). But I'm dreading she will be another fanservice girl like Gorgo.

The world will plummet into chaos because Typhon has returned. The gods will now team up to defeat him without Zeus - or realize that they need him.

They will try to bring Heron back to life (cuz he's the MC he can't die) and rescue Zeus from the Underworld. If that's the case, then HYACINTHUS SHOULD BE IN SEASON 3 BECAUSE HE IS ONE OF THE FEW MORTALS WHO WAS RESSURECTED!!! HE CAN HELP THEM, somehow, I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM MORE!!!!!!!

Anyways, that's all I have to say.

Peace ✌️

[robinplayspokemon]

pokemon adventures manga, vol. 3

so, yeah! this is the exciting conclusion of the first arc of the pokemon manga. red & blue & green face off against sabrina & koga & lt surge, followed by red facing off against giovanni.

ok first of all, there's some SUPER hot stuff in this if you're a weird freak like me? like blue getting restrained & gagged/suffocated by a muk??? and red getting tortured with electricity by lt surge??? and sabrina being a super dommy bitch in general??? there's probably other stuff i'm forgetting, but yeah, FUCK.

red's fight with giovanni is also WAY more satisfying than the fight in the game from a story perspective? like, in the game, he's all generically "bwahahahaha!" before you fight him & afterwards he's all "oh no, you beat me, i'll stop being evil now i guess & dedicate my life to studying pokemon" and like, what the fuck ever, dude! that dialogue always seemed pretty weak to me, but something i'm willing to shrug off in a gameboy game made for babies. just saying, this is way better.

once team rocket is dealt with, our heroes head for indigo plateau. i guess in the manga there's a tournament to crown a champion of the pokemon league BEFORE facing the elite four? which actually makes a lot of story sense, but i'm glad that isn't how it's done in the game because fighting your rival last really is the most satisfying culmination imo.

the semifinals end up being set with red vs blue (hey that's a catchy name for a webseries or something ;p) & green vs A MYSTERY OPPONENT named dr. o who is just the most obvious lightly-disguised professor oak ever but obviously everyone is shocked when he reveals himself.

honestly i really feel like they did green dirty here? like, i'm glad professor oak gives her a pokedex & she's now a fully-fledged member of the pallet town trio, but it feels like she's being punished for literally nothing. idk. just rubbed me the wrong way.

red & blue's fight KICKS ASS, and again is way more satisfying storywise than their fight in the game. i still don't entirely love that the new broad strokes of their story don't have them knowing each other since childhood (with the pretty blatant implication that blue was red's childhood bully), but nevertheless i just love the way that the manga shows them having actually grown & learned from each other, and having developed a healthy amount of respect for each other that comes out in the battle.

so, yeah! all in all, this is a fucking fantastic final volume of this arc that really takes advantage of all the great setup that happened in the first two volumes. idk if they're all gonna be this good, but this makes my final verdict a pretty resounding "yeah, that ruled."

[irxnmaiden]

😂 - Funniest moment in Pokémon?

👾 Pokémon Questions! (Munday Edition) - closed!

Funniest moment in Pokemon?

gonna sweeeerve to the anime that i haven't watched since 03 don't judge me 'cuz nothing from the games is coming to me now... but literally 80% of the rocket trio's bits will leave me in stitches with the nonsense, like seriously what in the hell was this gag about 💀 they're so damn silly and it gets me each and every time

[cubicle-eyes]

Batshit

Eddie Munson x M!Reader

(Pre-Existing Relationship)

Requested!:

Hi tis me ,annon! I was wondering if you could do an eddie munson x male reader? And the reader has a very deep voice and eddie asks him to step in to play as a demon lord in his D&D campaign?  And the rest of the hellfire club is highkey scared of how well he plays it?

Sorry this took longer than expected!! Hope you like it anon! I know shit about D&D gonna be honest this is completely made up so I hope this passes enough to be recognized 💀💀

Also I turned Y/N into a gentle giant himbo for some reason but it still works.

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Eddie had approached Y/N earlier in the day to give him a proposal. Y/N would play a character in his D&D campaign, and Eddie will give him... something. It was a little card thing that literally said "To Be Decided". Well, Y/N had nothing to do anyways. He only questioned for a few minutes when Eddie shoved a cape and and a helmet with horns haphazardly glued on the front of it. Apparently, the rest of the Hellfire club wasn't expecting him when he appeared behind Eddie's throne, laughing evily as they approached the demon lord's castle. Y/N almost fell off the box he was standing on when Mike screamed in suprise, and Dustin bust into laughter as the black-haired boy flushed.Y/N hopped down albeit awkwardly as Mike and Dustin started bickering playfully, and stood next to Eddie's throne. Eddie flipped the page in his notebook with Y/N's script open.

"I see tresspassers! You dare try and foil the plans of the king who watches? The fools of the rebellion and trying to tag upon my ankles!"

Y/N said, hiding the shake in his voice with a rumble of laughter again afterwards. Eddie leaned forwards in his chair.

"The demon king is sitting on his throne, his tail flicking behind him. He's massive, the size of both of your carts stacked. He looks like he could crush you in one hand. There's two creatures near his throne held back by chains, like guard dogs. There's something they're guarding. The king leans forward, grinning."

So, Y/N grins, leaning over the table. He says his next lines with practiced ease, since they're his favorite.

"Well, since we're here we might as well play a game. What say, rebellion? Care to take a soon-to-be-dead king's offer?"

He stares straight at Mike, and the raven-haired boy swallows thickly. Y/N sits up again, and slides closer to the throne. Eddie sits up as well, and turns his attention to the players.

"It's your turn."

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"Holy SHIT! That was so scary. Y/N you can ROAR!?"

Dustin asks, practically clinging to Y/N's side as the club finally leaves the drama room. Y/N scratches his cheek, burying a little deeper into his jacket.

"Well when I was little I used trashcans to roar. That's also why I can put up staying in that room with a bunch of stressed-out, sweaty, teenagers! Scents don't bother me!"

Dustin shoved his side, the pair laughing. Lucas had taken Erica home a little early, and the other three Corroded Coffin members had left too. Mike was biking away right now, still shouting conversation with Eddie until he was out of earshot. Dustin was riding back with Y/N and Eddie, so they started for his van. Dustin got dibs on shotgun, so Y/N slid into the back center, leaning on the console so the trio could keep talking. Eddie nudged him.

"You decide what you want for playing the demon king?"

"Four tubs of icecream."

"...Why four?"

"A man has to have options, Eddie."

Dustin butt in, and Y/N nodded, shoving his head. Eddie laughed, then kissed Y/N's cheek. Dustin gagged and Y/N grabbed his head, pulling him towards the center in a huge bear hug as he kissed Dustin's head.

"Oh our son! How dare he not love our love! Perhaps he is homophobic."

"Am not!"

"Are too, curly-haired son. The gay mushroom son and the black haired son will not be pleased."

"Basketball son?"

"Basketball son doesn't care. He's chill."

"Oh I see."

Y/N and Eddie kept conversing about their children as Dustin tried to escape Y/N's iron grip, eventually giving up and falling slack in defeat. Y/N pat his back as they stopped outside of his house.

"Go forth and conquer, son!"

"Alright bye."

"Tell yourdad goodbye."

Eddie ordered, and Y/N gave Dustin a puppy like look. He groaned.

"Bye-bye." He said sarcastically, waving. Y/N rolled his eyes as he escaped into the house. Y/N climbed ungracefully into the front seat, hitting his head twice on the ceiling, but not accidentally rolling the window down this time so progress! Eddie grinned, kissing Y/N again as they started off towards the store that was open all night.

"Alright, what flavors do you want?"

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idk I don't really like this one 😭 its kinda cringey fluffy and rushed but also like well thought out?? its vibes just aren't hitting me. - 💙

[sohya]

do you like them filthy?

characters: ran, takemichi, wakasa, kazutora, chifuyu and yuzuha

cw: characters x fem!afab!reader, [ran] cum play, deepthroat, [takemichi] somnophilia, light bullying (takemichi receiving), [wakasa] food play, weird object insertion, oral (f!receiving), benkei cameo, [kazutora] roommate!kazu, panties stealing, panties sniffing, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, [chifuyu] pet play, collars and leash, exhibitionism, cockwarming, use of 'puppy/pup' petname, implied gangbang at the end, petshop trio cameo, [yuzuha] couch humping, mentions of taiju, she takes a pic of you and sends it to him

notes: they're all very gross also if any of them are ooc just know that they aren't ooc in my head :B also honourable mention to @kazutoraloml for the roommate!tora idea and also for telling me which characters to write you have no idea how much i appreciate you lol

minors do not interact

tags: @tokyoredlightdistrict

[ RAN ]

“deeper, baby. c’mon this isn’t anything new.” ran grunts as his fingers thread through your hair to hold your head still before his hips thrust forward, cock pushing into the tunnel of your throat and making your back arch as you violently gag at the sudden intrusion.

you blink up at him, tears flowing over your lash line as they stain your cheeks. your brain rattles in your skull with every thrust he pushes into your mouth and the way he stares down at you with an unimpressed stare has more tears streaming down your cheeks.

“gross.” you pause the bobbing of your head at his words while his hips still at the same time. you glance up at him as he scrunches his nose up in disgust. “you’re making a mess all over my dick.”

you sniffle as you pull your head back so only his tip remains in your mouth, your eyes cross and point down to look at the base of his cock. it’s wet with a layer of your thick saliva but it’s nothing out of the ordinary so you look back up at him, expecting an explanation.

“not your spit, baby. your tears. don’t even know what you’re crying for.” he grumbles before pulling out and with a swift movement, you’re flipped onto your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed.

“ran–” you huff out but you’re barely given the chance to speak before the tip of his cock is prodding at your lips once again and you instinctively part your mouth open to welcome him in.

“good girl. that’s all you needed to do.” he groans as his large hands roughly cup your cheeks, holding you still while he fucks your face. his heavy balls slap against your nose and if you weren’t preoccupied with trying to take in a breath of air during his insistent fucking, you’d be hoping he doesn’t end up breaking your nose structure with how hard he’s going.

your eyes squeeze shut as his deep grunts mixed with the wet glug glug glug sounds coming from you fills the space of your large bedroom. “throat’s so fucking wet. you not gonna swallow, baby?” he rhetorically asks because his hips don’t slow down to give you any chance to reply.

“gonna cum now.” he breathes out, the only sign of his composure faltering before his hips are completely pressed against your face, cock creating a huge bulge in your throat before he pulls back and spurts his cum all over your tongue and into your mouth. “don’t swallow it.” he warns, hands twisting over his cock to milk out the last drops of his cum before he pulls out completely.

you don’t swallow even though the need to is so bad because he tastes salty and disgusting. he takes his time as he huffs out one final breath and pushes the loose strands of hair out of his eyes before he climbs on top of you and straddles your waist, easily pulling you down the bed so your head is resting on the flat surface along with the rest of your body.

you only get a brief second to look at him before his head dips down and clashes with yours, tongue poking into your mouth to pick up the cum accumulated in your mouth. “give it to me.” he mumbles against your lips and you have to force down the urge to retch as you purse your lips and push his load into his mouth.

when you get all you can into his mouth, he leans back and slaps a hand over your closed mouth, smiling sickeningly sweet down at you. “swallow.” he haphazardly says, a laugh rumbling from his throat as drops of cum drip from his open mouth and land on your neck.

you swallow with your eyes tearing up in utter humiliation before nodding to tell him you’ve done it and only then does he remove his hand from your mouth. he nods at you once more, a silent hint for you to open your mouth again and when you do, he lets the cum mixed with his saliva slip from the tip of his tongue and into your mouth. you catch most of it in your mouth, but what misses is pushed back in with ran’s fingers.

“again. swallow again.” your lips move to close but he presses his fingers down on your tongue. “nuh uh. with your mouth open.” the humiliation burns inside you as reluctantly do so, swallowing it quickly so the bitter taste doesn’t linger on your tongue too long. but swallowing too fast mixed with lying on your back results in you choking and letting out a gargled cough as you panic and try not to make even more of a mess.

ran laughs at this, like it’s genuinely something amusing and he pushes his fingers deep down your throat. “i have to do everything for you, hm? there you go. all done. see, wasn’t so hard was it?” he grins and before you can argue with him, he leans down once more and connects his lips with yours. “my messy girl.”

[ TAKEMICHI ]

takemichi’s always been a light sleeper, especially when his cock get uncontrollably hard in the dead of night. the best he can do in times like this is go to the bathroom and shoot his load down the shower drain or the toilet, depending on how tired he is.

tonight, however, as he looks towards your body and remembers the way he had fallen asleep while you bounced on his cock. his body burns with guilt as he remembers softly telling you to finish on him if you want. it’d been a long day for him.

judging by the way you’re sleeping so peacefully, he can only assume you had done just that, rode him till you were more than satisfied and enough to clean the both of you up before you fell asleep. he truly didn’t deserve you.

he reaches forward to turn the lamp on from your bedside table, illuminating the room in a soft light so he can see you better. “did i cum for you?” he softly asks, already pulling his erect cock out of his pants, the cool air in the air conditioned room hits the tip of his leaking cock and pulls a quiet hiss from him. “probably didn’t, ‘therwise i wouldn’t be this hard right now, right?” he whines as he sits up onto his knees and turns his body to face you.

your nipples are hard underneath your shirt, a plain white t-shirt that probably once belonged to him, judging by how it’s not your size with how the hems reaches your mid thigh. he takes note of how your chest rises and falls in time with your soft snores. he wants to touch you, stick his cock inside you and fuck you until you wake up with his cum leaking out of you and creating a mess on the bedsheets that he knows you’ll chastise him for the next morning when you’re both properly awake.

but you’ve voiced your distaste to be fucked while you’re sleeping and takemichi stays mindful of that. but he also remembers asking if anything else was off the table while you were sleeping and you’d grinned at him with a sparkle in your eyes as you shook your head. “just don’t fuck me. everything else is fine.”

the build up to his first orgasm approaches quickly and his face contorts into one of pleasure as he pushes your legs apart to sit himself in between them, the long dress shirt you’re wearing, hikes up around your hips and exposes your bare cunt to him. “gonna give you all my cum. make up for what i couldn’t give you before.” he groans before one more jerk of his wrist has him shooting white ribbons all over your cunt.

he almost pushes his cock inside your entrance, which clenches at the feeling of his warm seed covering it, but one look to your sleeping face and he remembers your words. “still got more to give, don’t worry, i’m not done just yet.”

he didn’t know when he’d be done. in fact, he lost track of time after the second orgasm. how could he not, each time he jerked himself off to an orgasm, he’d shoot his cum onto a body part of yours, different from the last. an hour or more could’ve passed but takemichi can’t find it in himself to care as he aims his cock to your mouth and tugs at the sensitive tip once more before what’s left of the cum in his balls dribbles onto your plump lips.

“all done. ‘m sorry if this wasn’t enough. can’t do anymore.” he says as he sits back on his feet, his eyes raking over your naked body, covered in his cum. your cunt, your tits, thighs, tummy and now mouth, all look so much prettier with the layer of cum that covers the expanse of it.

“how about one more, michi?” you ask and he shoots up straight as his eyes land on your face, sleepy eyes blinking open as you lick the cum from your lips and moan at the taste. “inside me this time, yeah?”

he shakes his head but his cock is already fattening up in his hand and his knees are twitching to move in between your legs. “i don’t know if i have enough to give you.” he stutters but eyes your legs as they part to create space for him.

“that’s okay, michi. just wanna feel you inside me. please baby, you must be dying to be inside me, hm?” you’re voice is so sultry, so sexy that he can’t help but give in. he jumps in between your legs and within a split second, his cock is forced into your cunt. his cum had slightly dried up but a line of spit from his mouth was your saviour for tonight, creating a comfortable enough lube for his fat cock to bully its way inside you.

a sharp gasp leaves your lips as his tip punches your cervix with every relentless thrust pushed into you. “so good, michi. made me do all the work before. s’this is nice.”

he can feel his eyes pricking with tears out of guilt, “‘m sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you, i promise. gonna cum inside you this time. fill you up nice and deep.” you keen at his promises as you nod, eyebrows scrunching together in desperation.

“yes pl-please, michi. make me feel good. wanna cum all over you, baby.” he groans at how lewd your voice sounds moaning like that. his hips falter when you tighten around him, a result of his two middle fingers rubbing circles into your clit. “gonna cu–” you barely finish your sentence before he announces his orgasm and drives a particularly hard thrust into your cunt before stilling, his cock throbbing inside you as warm droplets of cum spill inside you. you’re cumming along with him and the clench of your walls around his cock, milks him out to the point where he feels his cock softening straight away inside you.

he pulls out of you with his chest heaving and pants leaving his open mouth. you look down to see the dried cum all over your body and your thighs press together to keep the cum from oozing out of your hole and onto the bed sheets underneath you.

“made such a mess, michi.”

“i’m sorry. you still look so pretty though. as pretty as always.”

“you’re lying.” he stutters out words of denial as his eyes grow wide, but you’re pouting as you ignore him. “since you hate it so much, clean me up. lick your mess off me and make sure you get it all. i don’t think i deserve to have your cum on me if you don’t appreciate it, don’t you agree?”

you watch takemichi deflate but nod in agreement before his warm muscle begins running all over your body. he agrees not because he thinks it’s the truth–because it’s not–but because he lives to please you, and even if it’s at the expense of you pretending he has no care for you, it’s worth it because you still keep him in the end.

[ WAKASA ]

“‘kasa.” you repeat his name for the third time, this time poking his elbow with your finger. he pulls his headphones off as he turns to you.

“sorry. what’s up?” he looks away to pause the messy edm music he listens to while coming up with workout routines for his clients at the gym.

you hold up the two lollipops in your hands, one grape flavour and the other strawberry. “which flavour?”

his eyes flick between the two before they divert down to between your legs. “strawberry.” his line of sight goes unnoticed by you while you hand him his flavour before making your way to the back of the training room and flopping down on the worn out black leather couch.

just as you peel the wrapper off and stick the sweet candy into your mouth, wakasa climbs onto the couch, resting in between your legs, which he’d spread in order to create space for himself. the white stick of his lollipop hangs out between his pink lips while his violet eyes stare at you beneath hooded eyelids.

“what do you want?” you ask as you pinch the stick in between your two fingers just like you would a cigarette. wakasa’s lips tug into a lazy grin as his hands rub against the insides of your thigh, getting dangerously close to your cunt that tingles with his presence, like a goddamn virgin.

“take these off for me. that’s what i want.” he pinches and grips the thin material of your leggings, pulling it back just slightly before releasing it and letting it snap against your skin. you don’t have a reason not to listen to him and with the way his eyes land on your cunt, patiently waiting till the fabric that covers it is gone, you find yourself growing intrigued with what he’s planning.

once your leggings and lacy black panties are off and flung onto the foam mat in the middle of the room, wakasa’s fingers find their place in rubbing your labia, massaging your pussy and watching as your arousal continues leaking from your hole.

“you don’t even know what i wanna do to and you’re already so wet.” he hum and leans forward, expertly pushing his lollipop to the inside of his cheek so he can poke his tongue out and lick a stripe up between your folds to collect the slick gushing out. “so sweet.”

“me or the lollipop?” you breathe out, cunt clenching as you patiently wait for more stimulation from his mouth.

“mmm. both.” wakasa smiles, finally lifting his eyes to look at you as he pulls the candy out from his mouth. it glistens with his saliva under the led lights in the room but you barely get a good look at it before you feel the rounded object toying with your entrance.

“what are you doing?” he quickly shushes you and you’re sure putting food inside you can’t be sanitary in any way, but seeing a disgusting side to wakasa is new and you’d be lying if it didn’t make you wetter than you already are.

“just let me have this.” he tells you before pushing the sweet treat into your hole. he watches as your pussy sucks the candy in like he would with his own mouth and gleams as a soft sigh tumbles out of your mouth.

he begins fucking you with the candy and it’s barely satisfying on its own, the stick’s too short for wakasa to push it in deep enough to hit your sweet spot and too thin to give any real stimulation. but wakasa’s still determined to make you cum, just like he always is.

he leans forward and presses the tip of his tongue against your entrance before riding it up to flick over your clit. his lips close around your sensitive nub as an audible swallow and deep groan sounds through the back of his throat. “so fucking sweet.”

your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling his bun free until his soft strands spread out over your thighs. his hand continues working the lollipop into your cunt and the squelches mixed with the lewd sounds of him drinking up your juices, paired with the strawberry lollipop, fills the room. “so good, kasa. i wanna cum. can i?” you pant, eyes practically watering as his mouth works wonders on your clit.

wakasa replies with a hum of approval just as your back arches and your chest pushes into the air. he watches you as an intense orgasm wracks through your body. the lollipop fucks you through your orgasm until you grip at wakasa’s hand, silently telling him to take it out of you as the embarrassment settles in. “that was weird. i don’t wanna do that again.”

wakasa chuckles as he nods and pulls the candy out from your hole. “that’s okay. i’ll clean you up.” and his idea of a clean up is slurping up your slick mixed with the strawberry syrup to make you cum once more and just in time before the sound of the front door opens and benkei’s voice calls out for him.

when wakasa meets up with benkei five minutes later, he’s got his lollipop hanging off his lips as he usually does and benkei chortles as he approaches him.

“what flavour do you have this time?” benkei asks as he flicks the end of the stick hanging off wakasa’s lips.

“can’t remember. wanna try?” he pulls his lollipop out of his mouth and holds it against benkei’s lips and watches with an excited grin as the taller man takes it into his mouth, letting the sweetness seep into his tongue before he pulls it out and hands it back to wakasa.

“hm, tastes good.”

“yeah it does.”

[ KAZUTORA ]

“hey tora, did you still wanna go to the ca– oh.” you quickly whip around and slam the door to kazutora’s room shut behind you. your mind raced as you chastised yourself for opening his door without knocking first or even just taking the closed door as a sign that your roommate had wanted privacy.

maybe then you wouldn’t be standing there with your face completely hot while you dry to forget the image of kazutora with his cock out and his hand stroking it with– wait.

the sound of clothes fumbling and a dull thud sounds in kazutora’s room while you stare down at the floor in front of you, mind reeling as you try to remember if the colour of the fabric wrapped around your roommate’s cock was the same colour as the panties you’d lost just three days prior.

a deep burgundy red that had been gifted to you by an ex-boyfriend and was too pretty for you to throw out. it hadn’t even been washed before it went missing but you had just assumed you had lost it in the gap between your closet and your wall but then logic started to seep in and you realised that was definitely what kazutora was using to get himself off.

you turn around just as the door opens and kazutora’s standing there with a flustered blush on his cheeks and his eyes looking everywhere except you. “did you still want to go?”

“were those my panties, tora?”

“what?”

“were you using my panties to jerk yourself off?” he didn’t say anything. “gross, tora. i haven’t even washed them yet.”

“that was kinda the point.” oh god. you’re so glad that you’d slept with him a couple times before otherwise that last comment would have made you cancel your lease and move out the next morning. in fact this whole situation didn’t surprise you, only because you know what kazutora’s like when it comes to you.

“can i have it back so i can wash it?” you sigh as you hold your hand out, expecting him to drop it into your hand. but he shakes his head as he grabs your outstretched hand and pulls you inside instead.

he’s too cruel and you honestly don’t know what’s wrong with him at this point. you had expected him to fuck you when he pulled you into his room but as you moved to rid yourself of your clothes, he shook his head and ordered you to just take your panties off underneath your floral dress.

so you did and then you watched as he grabbed your panties from underneath his pillow once more before he unabashedly sniffed the bottom lining and then wrapped it around his cock. you watched with a dry throat and an increasingly wet cunt as he leaned back on one arm and jerked himself off, eyes trained on the way you’re just sitting there and watching him, making no move to say anything or stop him. you’re just as perverted as he is.

“spit on it for me, please.” he pleads, voice shaky as he squeezes his hand around his base to point the tip of his cock in your direction. you remember to stop swallowing as you lean in, letting the saliva accumulate under your tongue before you spit it out onto the head of his cock. his hand rises up and the fabric of your panties soak up the liquids of your spit and his precum that leaks out from the head.

“so good. feels so good.” he hums, bottom lip getting caught in between his teeth as his eyelids flutter shut. “cumming, i’m gonna cum.” he peeks one eye open to look at you, as if silently asking for permission and as you nod your head with an unimpressed stare, he groans and shoots his white seed all over the lining of your panties.

your lips tug into a small grin as you lean forward and press a messy kiss onto kazutora’s lips, giggling against his mouth as you hum and stroke his thighs. “so good, tora. that was so hot.” you hum before leaning back just to see him holding the flimsy fabric out for you.

“wear it to the cafe for me?”

his cum on the lining of your panties soaks through so much that you swear you can see a droplet leaking over the otherside. all thoughts over how unsanitary it is flies out the window all because of the look kazutora give you. hopeful and excited, like he could get off to the thought of you wearing the panties that he soiled out in public, a secret that only the two of you knew of.

you’d only be a sane person if you said no but kazutora and you have that in common. you’re both gross, so of course you snatch it from his hands with a wide grin that matches his own.

[ CHIFUYU ]

“c’mon puppy. we’re almost there. i’m gonna be late because of you.” the humiliation burns under your skin as your hands and knees chafe on the rough textures of the concrete path. you can feel the stares of passersby and you’re grateful chifuyu was kind enough to let you go out modestly clothed instead of being dressed in a skimpy lingerie set that should definitely not be legal in public.

but that was exactly it, chifuyu’s an outstanding member in society and he will treat you like rich assholes treat their own pets, dressed in the most luxurious clothes to flaunt their wealth. and he doesn’t want to go through the trouble of both of you getting in trouble for public indecency anyways.

“it’s embarrassing, ‘fuyu.” you sniffle as you blink away the tears that burn on your eyes, not looking up when you stop at a pedestrian light.

the toe of his shoe pokes at your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. “what are you embarrassed for? i’m just taking my pet out for a walk, aren’t i?” he queries as the light turns green and he begins walking again, you following closely behind him. “and we’re almost there. you’ve been good so far. keep it up and i’ll give you a treat when we get to the shop.” he grins as he scratches the top of your head like he does with one of the actual puppies in the shop and you hate how it stirs a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach.

as promised, once you get to the pet shop with no complaints, chifuyu gives you your reward which comes in the form of you cockwarming him while he works in his office. you were surprised with baji and kazutora walking in every now and then just to coo at you with a playful praise to chifuyu over how he was able to train his pet so well.

and then the real surprise came when a warm load of cum shot down your throat, catching you completely by surprise as chifuyu hadn’t moved or twitched or given any indication that he was affected by your mouth swallowing down his cock. “mmm good girl.” he grins as he pulls his seat out from under the desk, dragging you along with him. “you can use that trick tonight when we put on our special pet show for the customers.

the pet show is exactly what it implies. the idea had come from baji and the three of them agreed that selling the animals would be easier if they could showcase some tricks that the three of them would teach the pets and it worked most of the time.

but as you sat and watched the show that was on for tonight, you couldn’t help but notice some irregular customers sitting by the back of the store in the shadows, all of them staring directly at you and not the cute dachshund pups rolling over at kazutora’s command or the shih tzu’s jumping through hoops before skipping over to the baji to collect their treats.

when you assume it’s your turn to show off your tricks, chifuyu claps his hands together and announces the closure of the store. “thank you all for coming. the shop will be open from 10 am tomorrow. so feel free to come back then if you’re interesting taking home any of these adorable pups.”

once the last giggling child and their family leaves, chifuyu turns to you and grabs your leash once more. “ready to show off your special talents, puppy?” he grins as he pulls you over to the main floor where the pups had played just a few minutes prior. you notice that the men who had lingered at the back are now sitting in the front rows around you, watching with unfiltered glee as you stare back at them.

“we have some tricks of our own to show them. so just follow my lead.” chifuyu whispers into your ear before his hands find purchase on your hips, flipping you over onto your back and pressing your hips down while your thighs pressed into your chest and your legs hung over his shoulders. the position made the bulge of his cock press into your heat and you quickly realised it was the exact position he had put you in when he’d fucked you last night.

the next hour of the show went by painfully slowly. you were forced into multiple positions not just by chifuyu, but also kazutora and baji. the three of them taking turns to bend your body every single way all while dry humping you and every time you announced you were close to cumming, they’d pull away from you just for the next person to appear and bend you into the next position.

“and that was the last one. thank you, tora, for the last position.” chifuyu exclaims as his hand meets kazutora’s in the air for a high-five before he bends grabs your leash from kazutora’s hand. he sits up from the downward dog position kazutora had put you in before a hand curls around your jaw. he tilts your head up and smiles as he takes in your glossy eyes and pouty lips. expression showing just how needy you are to be fucked and filled up with cum from having been played with for so long.

“poor pet.” he coos as he stands up straight and looks towards the audience. most of them have their cocks out in their hands and a few of them sit with a puddle of cum on the floor between their legs. he makes a mental note to get you to lick it clean later. “she’s still got more tricks in her. we’ll allow volunteers from now on, so who would like to go first?”

both you and chifuyu look with matching excited glints in your eyes as the hands in the audience shoot up into the air, and you both know it’s going to be a long night for chifuyu and his pet.

[ YUZUHA ]

“baby, i’m home.”

yuzuha slips through the front door to your shared apartment but quickly slams the door shut behind her as the sound of your moans and babbles fill the space of your apartment.

“yu-yu–.” you whine as your eyes lazily drift to her still figure. gears are shifting in her head as she watches you grind against the black leather couch that taiju had gifted her a few months ago for her birthday. he’d been sending her lavish gifts as if he felt like it was a sufficient enough apology for their childhood. it wasn’t and it would never be. but yuzuha would be stupid to not accept the gifts if it meant she would see you defiling it for your own pleasure like you were doing now.

she coos as she slips her shoes off and makes her way to you, eyes sparkling as she notices the white liquid pooling over the armrest. your naked body burns under her gaze and your chest rises and falls, breathing growing erratic as you feel another wave of orgasm approach from being scrutinised under her gaze like this.

“gonna cum, yu-yu.” you whine and she smiles and leans down, her lips finding the corner of your mouth as she plants a soft kiss there.

“cum then. cum for me. oh you must feels so good, hm?” she watches as your eyes roll back and your body shakes when your orgasm washes over you. your cunt messily grinds against the couch because you’re still desperate for more. “how many times was that?”

“fi-five.”

“and it’s still not enough?”

you shake your head and she tuts before stripping out of her clothes, a business casual that was her work uniform as hakkai’s manager. even though he’s told her multiple times that she didn’t have to wear something so suited, she wanted to just to remain professional. but in this moment, she couldn’t get out of her tight pencil skirt and a-size-too-small button up that had her tits straining against the buttons.

“hurry, yuzuha.” your eyes tear up as they land on her breasts. she coos and presses a kiss to your temple.

“be patient, baby.”

once her clothes are finally off, you expect her to move you so she can eat you out, plunge her thin, pretty fingers into you until you’re cumming and begging her to let you make her cum as well. but she doesn’t.

instead, she climbs onto the armrest, straddling it and mirroring your current position. her hands hold onto yours in the space between your bodies and her forearms cause her perky tits to squish together, making you salivate at the sight.

“ride it with me, baby.” she softly says, leaning in forward so you can smell her perfume and the soft lingering scent of her shampoo in her hair.

she grins at you with her eyes fluttering all prettily as her hips move on their own accord against the leather surface. you copy her actions and soon your shared moans fill the room along with squeaky sounds of your sweaty thighs rubbing against the sides of the couch.

“kiss me, yu-yu.” you whine out before moaning when her soft lips collide with yours. your hips roll faster against the couch along with hers as she slips her tongue into your mouth and begins licking at the roof of your cavern. the kiss grows sloppy as her orgasm quickly approaches, causing your mixed drool to dribble out from the side of both your mouths.

you pull apart from her mouth with loud huffs and your eyes both open at the same time to stare into each other’s. “are you gonna cum, yu-yu?” you pant as she nods in reply, “me too. ‘m gonna cum with you.”

her lips tip up into a soft grin as she nods “yeah, you wanna cum together? make a mess all over taiju’s dirty money, hm?” she giggles and rocks her hips harder down. “make a mess for me, baby.” she urges you and you whine as both your hips buck a few more times before your orgasm washes both of you. cries of each other’s names fall from your lips as you ride out your highs.

once you finally come down, you look down at the seat and frown as you notice the juices running down into the large cushions. “we made a mess.” you point out and yuzuha hums as she climbs off the armrest and stands behind you, her fingers finding purchase in your hair at the roots.

“we did.” she nods as she looks down at the mess. “are you gonna clean it up, hm?” you look up at her with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “taiju wouldn’t let mess like this slide. what if i told him and he stopped sending us expensive gifts like this, hm?”

you look down in shame as you nod, she was right. her brother has been nice enough to spend his hard earned money and gift the both of you with expensive furniture from the couch to the king sized bed that you and yuzuha have defiled even more than the couch. the least you could do would be to show a little bit of appreciation to your would-be-brother-in-law.

that’s why you don’t put up a fight as you follow the weight of her hand pressing against your head before your head hovers over the juices that had come from her. you begin licking her slick off the armrest and moan in delight at her sweet taste that you missed so much. you look up at her through your lashes to see her watching you intently. “will you help me clean it, please?”

she smiles at you as shakes her head, “no. you made the mess you have to clean it up. sorry, baby. that’s just how i was raised.” she hums before leaning down to press a kiss to your nose before picking up her clothes and walking out of your line of sight. once she was sure you wouldn’t be able to see her, she snuck her phone out and snapped a picture of you licking up the side of the couch before sending it to her oldest brother.

thank you for the new couch, tai. we both love it so much :)