#digest preview

[kooldewd123]

what's this? is zuko finally joining the group? 👀

[deus-ex-mona]

good to know that we’ll finally get to see the chiz receiving the rosette from lxl ig

[jugheads-choni]

Archie Jumbo Comics #353 coming to shelves on August 21st!!!

Here’s the preview synopsis:

“BRAND NEW STORY! In the fast-paced, ever-changing world of modern slang, how do you keep up with everyone's spectacular vernacular? Join us for a lesson in today's grooviest terms. (Kids still say groovy, right?)”

[nochepsicodelica]

It's two in the morning and you're knocking on your own front door after a night out with your friends. Your mind has been occupied by static, not allowing you to remember that you have a key to let yourself in, so you stand there alone, waiting to be let in. You plant your hand on the wall to keep yourself balanced, looking left and right to see if anybody or any car is looking at you as they pass by.

Just as you're about to knock, again, the door opens and you flinch, your other hand flying to the wall to remain steady on your feet. You look up at your man with warped vision, blinking a little to try and clear your view of him. You can't contain your laughter when you see the stern look on Toji's face, his green eyes laced with concern you can't process in this state.

"What the fuck..." Toji mutters, to himself. What kind of friends would just drop you off without making sure that you get inside your house, safely? It's late. Who knows how long you had been standing there before you knocked. Anyone could have snatched you away.

Toji will catch you. You know he'll catch you if you just lean forward into him, like a backwards trust fall, so you set the plan in motion. You drag your feet and move your hands along the wall until you're in the safe zone, and then you just fall forward.

"Woah, hey." He's quick to hold you up against him, to prevent you from sliding down his body and to the floor. "Hey, you good? Talk to me. Can you walk?" Toji doesn't receive much of a response from you. Just quiet little giggles and incoherent mumbles. He sighs and picks you up, draping you over his shoulder. The door is shut and locked, before he makes his way to the bedroom. The light is already on, because he was awake the entire time, awaiting your arrival. Toji sets you down on the bed and briefly sits on the edge, by your feet.

"You didn't answer my calls, and I texted you like twenty times." He lifts your feet and takes their place, before setting them down on his lap so that you are comfortable. His fingers make haste of undoing the buckles on your high heels and he sets the shoes down, placing them under the bed.

You simply hum in response, not entirely sure of how you got to the room. The light is so bright and it's irritating your eyes, making it hard for you to hold them open.

"Told you to let me know if you needed me to pick you up, dummy." Toji wraps his hands around one of your ankles, his fingers kneading with little pressure, incase the area is tender.

"N-Nooo, i'm... here. Here," you babble.

It's so frustrating to be unable to get a full explanation out of you, right now. Your responses are borderline illogical and it's not doing Toji any good. He feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest. He can't calm down, after he spent the last few hours wondering why you stopped responding to him and why you weren't answering his calls. To open the door and instantly get a whiff of your night out was enraging, not because you got extremely intoxicated, but because there was no one looking out for you by the end of your time out.

Toji understands that there is no point in digging into this, now. You can't even walk or see straight, so he settles for making simple conversation that you can easily digest.

"Did your phone die or something?"

You shake your head, side to side, and his blood boils all over again. This was supposed to be an easy conversation, but he was just so damn worried. His entire body is tense with concern.

"Fuck." He sighs, nodding slightly at your response. "Yeah, okay."

A few seconds of silence go by and Toji thinks you may have fallen asleep, but then you speak up, out of nowhere, again.

"Took lots of pictures..." you mumble, eyes closed as you dig into your pocket for your phone. Once it's in your hand, you toss it on the bed for Toji to grab. He puts your massage on hold and picks up your phone, unlocking it and going to your photo gallery, where immediately, he sees previews of the pictures of you and those so called "friends" who abandoned you on your doorstep. The only reason he cares for those group photos is because you're smiling widely, seemingly laughing, and overall looking extremely happy in every one of them, but as much as he loves the look on your face in those, he loves the pictures you took of yourself and the ones your friends took of you, more. Some you had already sent to him, others he hadn't seen until then, so he sent those pictures to himself.

Toji turns your phone off and sets it aside, before grabbing ahold of your other ankle and repeating the same treatment that he did for the first one.

"There was... ugh..." you sweep away some strands of hair that almost went into your mouth. "A man. I dropped my phone and he- and he got too close behind me when I bent down to pick it up." You nod, with your eyes as wide as they can be in this state, like you're trying to prove that you aren't lying by looking him straight in his eyes.

"That's fucking disgusting, mama." Toji's eyebrows furrow, discomfort written all over his face with this new information you revealed. He squeezes your ankle a little tighter, his mind beginning to cloud with thoughts of never letting you go out without him again, but before he even thinks of spilling these thoughts to you, he asks you the most important questions.

"Are you okay? Did he touch you?"

"Mm-mm, no." You shake your head as quickly as you can without getting dizzy. "Saw his legs behind my legs and I got up and gave him this look..." You furrow your brows and lid your eyes, a gaze that doesn't seem intimidating or warning enough, now, after so many drinks. Your face quickly relaxes after and you roll your eyes with a tired sigh. "Yup, that was the face I made and then I walked away," you say, your attitude more upbeat.

"Did he leave you alone?" Toji asks, hoping nothing more happened. If there is more, he'll have you describe this man to the best of your ability, and he will hunt him down until he can positively assure that he's no longer part of the world's population.

"Yeahhh, don't know where he went." You hum like you're trying to remember, as if you even have that knowledge. You walked away and didn't turn back around, something that finally concludes your brief inability to recall. "Think he got lost." You giggle.

"Good. I'm glad," Toji says. You hum in agreement, and your eyes fall shut, gracing you with two seconds of sleep before your head nods and you wake up, again. Your bashful smile evolves into a short laugh, one that has Toji smiling at how precious you are. "You tired, mama?"

You nod and blink slowly in response, fighting the urge to shut your eyes for longer. Your lips curl into a lazy smile, when Toji presses a kiss to your ankle, before he moves your feet and sets them on the bed so he can get up.

"Let's get you ready for bed, then."

[smashpages]

A killer doll runs wild and Betty gets a superhero upgrade in this preview of ‘World of Betty & Veronica Jumbo Comics Digest’ #27

The Boy Buddies and Mr. Justice return to Riverdale in two new stories appearing in next week’s digest from Archie Comics.

[starryhyuck]

f5 (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: dom!mark + dom!jaemin + dom!jeno + dom!haechan x sub!afab!reader

words: 2.4k+

summary: f4 are determined to add another member to their group — your child.

genre: smut

warnings: fivesome, slight dubcon, breeding kink, reader is pregnant, oral sex, mentions of public sex, degradation, throat fucking, face riding, double penetration, squirting

this fic is a sequel to f4 and it’s exclusive to both tiers on my patreon, which you can access here! below is a tumblr preview

A firework of emotions explode inside you as you stare down at the pregnancy test in your hands.

The little plus sign stares back at you as your eyes water, tears threatening to spill out. Your fingers are shaking so badly that you drop the object and it clatters on the ground noisily.

“You okay, baby?” Mark asks through the door of the bathroom in concern.

You’re lucky enough that F4 has their own private lounge in the school with their own bathroom and all. It was paid for by their parents to guarantee their children’s privacy. It’s normally where Jaemin likes to fuck you, while the others prefer more public settings to heighten the risk of getting caught.

“Don’t interrupt her,” you hear Donghyuck’s voice bite back at him. “No one wants to ask you how you’re doing when you’re in the middle of peeing on a stick.”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“When she’s riding my face, yeah.”

You pull open the door slightly and both of them turn to face you, eyes filled with concern at the sight of your tears. Donghyuck quickly gathers you in his arms, kissing the top of your head.

“No need to cry, angel,” he coos. “You’ll get pregnant soon enough.”

“Hopefully it’s not with Donghyuck’s satanic spawn.”

“At least my kid would actually be attractive.”

“The test was positive,” you clarify, sniffling in Donghyuck’s hold and disrupting their argument.

Donghyuck goes completely still and you glance up at Mark, who looks like his brain has short circuited. Donghyuck releases you in favor of storming into the bathroom, locating your pregnancy test on the floor to see it for himself. You shuffle into Mark’s arms, wanting to be comforted after digesting the big news. He wraps his arms around you carefully, remaining speechless.

A few moments pass before Donghyuck speaks up, voice stern.

“On your knees.”

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[fairyofsilence]

BEHIND HIS LENSE | 2/7 | TTIB SERIES | PREVIEW

Pairing: Photographer!Taehyung x PersonalAssistant!Reader

Warnings: +18, Yandere, manipulation, drugging, EXPLICIT NONCON; cunnilingus, rough sex, victim blaming, slut shaming, blackmailing, abuse of power, coercion.

Summary: After 4 long years of working for the extravagant photographer Vante, you decide to step down from your job after catching feelings for your boss, which you're sure he will never return.

But he's determined to show you that there's only one person he will consider his muse, and it's you.

I don't agree nor condone any of the actions made by any of the characters throughout the story, I also do not belive that any of the members of BTS would act this way or have this type of behaviour, this story it's fiction and it's written with the sole purpose of entertainment, please proceed with caution.

Word count: 0.8 k.

Just a quick preview of what's coming :)

In three days from now, you’ll be quitting the only job you’ve ever had.

You know you’re extremely lucky to have landed such a sought-after job with absolutely no experience at all, especially when you consider who you’re working for, but you had truly underestimated just how demanding this job was, the number of errands you do in a day will send a normal person into a coma. At first, things started to pile up pretty quickly, and eventually, you learned how to keep on top of things, becoming one of the best at what you do, but recently, there’s something that no matter how hard you tried to push it aside, you can’t seem to shake it off, and if the job was hard before that, this just had officially made it unbearable.

You’re falling in love with your boss.

At first it was nothing but a simple, innocent crush, to be fair, how can anyone blame you? Taehyung is an attractive man, and his charm rapidly made your 20-year-old-self infuriated, although that crush faded quite quickly (thanks to Taehyung’s insufferable attitude the first couple of months), these past couple of months have been messing with your head, quite frankly, you think you’re going insane with the amount of overthinking you’ve been doing, but there’s things you can’t make up, especially since other people have been noticing too.

It all started with a simple comment, your best friend had planted the seed into your brain.

“Wow, since when did you get a raise?” Sohee’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets while she makes grabby hands at your new bag, you hand it out to her, and she touches it like it’s made of glass “How in the hell did you afford a brand-new Flamenco bag? I thought you said you were saving up for a new apartment!” Her tone is so high that you needed a second to digest what she just said, which leaves you more confused than you already are.

“What are you even talking about? If you think I bought this bag than I’ll have to reconsider all these years of friendship” You tried to joke around but Sohee doesn’t seem to be taking this lightly.

“How the hell did you get a 4-thousand-dollars bag then? You didn’t tell me you had a sugar daddy!” You almost faint when hearing the actual price of your new bag, but before she can say anything even more stupid, you quickly try to cover her mouth, but she swats your hand easily.

“Can you stop? I didn’t know it was this expensive!” She raises one of her brows at you and you feel the need to explain yourself “I don’t have a sugar daddy dumbass; Taehyung gave it to me the other day after a photoshoot” Sohee’s mouth opens so wide you have to restrain yourself to not laugh and cause an even bigger scene at the company’s cafeteria.

“Are you kidding me? Are you fucking him or something?” You gave Sohee a nasty look that she couldn’t care less about “I think the nicest thing Namjoon has ever done for me is saying ‘Please’ or ‘Thank you’, and he doesn’t even do that often, how the hell did you get your boss to give you a damn designer bag?” Her fixation over a bag is starting to get in your nerves, so you try to explain the situation to her.

“It was during a photoshoot like three days ago, he shot the new Loewe campaign and during a break I said that the color of this bag is very pretty, he asked if I liked the bag and I said yes because it was the biggest one where I could definitely fit everything I needed on it, he just nodded and by the end of the shoot he came to me with the bag on his hand telling me it was for me, I asked him why would he gave it to me and he just said ‘It matches your blouse’, kind of dumb if you ask me” Sohee was truly in a state of shock by the end of you explanation, and you didn’t know what to even say to her about that.

She’s speechless for a few seconds before she looks at you with an accusing stare.

“Wait a second, didn’t you tell me once that he made you send the girls he fucks a designer bag when he’s trying to fuck them?” Her eyebrows are almost reaching her hairline, and you don’t even know how to defend yourself because that was true.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything-” Sohee shuts you up with a single look, and you are forced to face the reality.

“Y/N, wake up, that man wants something from you, and it’s not anything casual if he’s giving you these types of gifts, we’ll let it slide this time” You scoff at her ‘we’ but she ignores you, “But if this keeps happening, you have two options, tell him to back off, or” Her tone was starting to piss you off, and you didn’t know if it was because she was being truly annoying, or because deep down you knew that she was right, “you can get more out of him, not just a designer bag”.

[awionetka]

𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞! ✩

3, 2, 1, go! love and deepspace boys become street racers (while possibly romancing you in the process)...

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫: fluff (?), drabble. street racer!Xavier x undercover cop!reader. could be treated as a preview for a (possible) longer fic.

𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 / 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 / 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥 / 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 / 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠…

✩ face-off; jimin

✩ houdini; dua lipa

✩ journal of ardency; class actress

You weren't exactly eager to go undercover.

Such thing, however, couldn't have been said about your coworker, the very same you ended up being partnered with. Truth be told, his brand new identity practically oozed excitement – after receiving a freshly out of the dealership flaming red Mitsubishi, he was to enter the street racing scene in downtown Linkon and hopefully blend in. His budget was overwhelmingly flexible; your supervisors would have gifted him the entire solar system, if it meant breaking the illegal racing ring that had been causing them nightmares of this caliber.

And while he was getting acquainted with his brand new ride, learning all the local slang terms and memorising codenames of his future rivals, you were preparing to reduce your skill and intellect to a non-threatening, possibly also quite charming, level, one that would allow you to pose as his "girlfriend". You tried to tell yourself that all of this was for the best – dumbing yourself down just the right amount would encourage people to trust you more, invite you places, talk to you about things they shouldn't really but oh, you were just so clueless, it couldn't cause any real problems now, could it?

So, you gritted your teeth, studied the case files day and night and obediently let the rest of your team mold you into someone a little bit more digestible. While they were picking out skirts and tops, dyeing and cutting your hair, you were choosing your primary target. And because you were never one to aim low or produce anything even remotely close to mediocre, it was him you singled out.

The enigmatic racer commonly went by the pseudonym Orion. Brief and straightforward, it resembled his demeanour remarkably well. Orion was hard to spot before the races, as he was never one to boast, and even harder to detect during the competition itself, leaving his rivals far behind as soon as lap number one was completed. Your team couldn't even get a hold of a proper photo to include in his personal file; all you had at the moment was a rather blurry and faraway shot of Orion standing awkwardly next to his car of choice – which was confirmed to be an R33 GTR Nissan Skyline spray painted white, silver and royal blue. From this lighting and angle, you couldn't even be sure whether his hair was brown or blond. However, given your boundless ambition, you assured yourself you would fill up that file in no time.

The defining moment came a couple of weeks later, during your third race (well, your boyfriend's third race). It was late November and your bare shoulders were slowly but surely becoming more and more frozen solid with each passing minute. Your partner's right arm was loosely wrapped around your midriff, offering you little to no comfort when it came to fighting off the ever-present cold. So you excused yourself, retreating to the questionable sanctuary of the makeshift garages which were at least partly covered with some resemblance of a roof.

You were already rubbing your hands together like a fly, convinced you found the perfect nook to wait out the race in, but then you rounded the corner and... well.

"Are you..." The man in front of you spoke up after an elongated moment of silence, snapping you out from your state of utter confusion. "Going to say something? You're beginning to scare me a little."

Your brows furrowed, as though on command, making the stranger chuckle. He got up from his spot, arms outstretched, and yawned.

"Sorry." He scooted over a bit, uncovering a small vending machine with hot drinks that was kept hidden behind his back. "Just don't tell them I'm here. Then, you can stay for as long as you like."

You pointed at the machine wordlessly, a gesture that he must've interpreted as a polite request directed personally at him, because shortly after he fished out some loose change from his pocket and nodded at the beverage options.

"Anything you like?"

Stepping a little closer, you skimmed the list. The heat radiating off his body forced a shiver out of you. "What's this black tea like?"

He hummed. "Not too bad. A little bitter. There's no sugar in this thing though."

"I'll live."

The stranger handed you the steaming cup, acknowledging your quiet "thank you" with a warm smile. Suddenly, you felt an unfamiliar weight on top of your bare shoulders and immediately sent him a cautious glare, one he met somewhere halfway, with eyes open wide and a lopsided smile.

"It's denim, so it's not that warm," he muttered, adjusting his jacket on your body, careful not to let his touch linger for too long. "But it appears you're in a more dire need of it than me."

You were already parting your lips to offer a reply, when the garage doors slid open, letting in a gust of freezing wind.

"Yo, Orion! The race's starting in like five minutes, man! Where'd you gone off to?"

A wave of utter disbelief washed over you in an instant, leaving you stiffened mid sip, as the man in front of you, Orion, shot the other a mean glance.

"Coming!" He redirected his gaze to you, awkwardly patting your jacket clad shoulder once in some type of reassurance. "Keep it. I'll come get it after the race."

"...Thanks." Your reply failed to reach Orion, as he was already squeezing past the garage doors, looking back only once, as if to check on your confused form. And then, he was gone.

Holy fucking shit.

Xavier could feel Jeremiah's voice through the earpiece, complete with the persistent buzzing and faint vibrations. Yet, he didn't hear a single word from it, and even if he would have, it certainly wouldn't stick around in his head long enough to be properly processed.

The steering wheel beneath his fingertips was burning hot, all the friction leaving their very own imprints on Xavier's skin. He had it under control. Jeremiah should have known that by now, that way maybe he'd lay off the excessive yelling.

The first words made out from all the surrounding noise reached Xavier's ears mere seconds before the Skyline sped past the finish line.

"Cops!" he said frantically. "The cops are here, Xavier, turn back around!"

The adrenaline that took over his body so unapologetically during the race, only intensified when he hit the brakes, stopping just a couple of steps away from you.

Body still clad in a denim jacket, his denim jacket, you were leaning against one of the cars parked by the garages, a flashy Mitsubishi owned by an even flashier driver who backed out last second after locking eyes with Xavier. The very same who now stood next to you, pressed against your side like a velcro tab, right arm sneaking under the jacket to hook around your waist.

The pre-police sweep frenzy separated you and Xavier in an instant, together with this delicate, slightly peculiar link you managed to establish back in the garages before the race. As he made his way to one of his hideouts, it was as though it kept tugging him back, clouding his judgement in a way he couldn't quite understand. But he urged himself to leave it alone, leave you alone, together with your bare shoulders and a man with a tawdry car who wouldn't even notice when they started shaking.

It was only when he finally got out of his Nissan and the brisk air enveloped his skin, that he realised he hadn't gotten his jacket back. And even though it wasn't of that much importance to him anyway, meaning he wouldn't really mind if you kept it, something was telling him that you had a different understanding of the subject. Which resulted in a swift realisation, one that, against his own better judgement, forced Xavier's heart to skip a couple of beats here and there.

He would, inevitably, see you again.

[seospicybin]

TASTE PREVIEW.

CHAPTER II: SWEETBITTER.

Lee Know x reader. (s,a)

Synopsis: When Minho is hired as the head chef of Farfalle, a prestigious Italian restaurant, expectations are high for him to elevate its reputation and bring it to new heights. However, no one anticipates the drastic changes he implements in the kitchen—including his strict rule that that there'll be no women and no romance in his kitchen.

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This is a preview for chapter II of Taste series. Full fic will be posted this Friday, January 10!

The morning light streams through the tall windows of Farfalle as you walk down the hallway, the crisp click of your shoes echoing faintly. With a light knock on the door, you wait for Chris’s faint, “Come in,” before pushing it open slightly and poking your head in.

“Good morning!” you chirp, a bright smile on your face.

Chris glances up from his desk, clearly surprised by your sunny demeanor. His own lips curve into a smile as he leans back in his chair, arms crossing. “Well, someone’s in a good mood today.”

You shrug coyly, stepping into his office and making your way to his desk. “Maybe,” you say, your tone teasing. From your pocket, you pull out a small bottle and place it in front of him with a sly smile.

Chris’s brows furrow, and when he realizes it’s a digestive drink, he fixes you with a playful glare. “Really?” he says, exasperation coloring his tone.

“Just in case your stomach acts up today,” you quip, barely able to suppress your grin.

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek and then shakes his head, but there’s amusement in his eyes. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Never,” you say with mock seriousness, before leaning forward slightly. “I also came to give you a warning.”

His brow arches, curiosity flickering across his face. “A warning?”

“Don’t act too friendly towards me,” you say, your tone playful but laced with faux seriousness. “And definitely don’t behave in a way that could be misunderstood by everyone—especially Chef Lee.”

Chris chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “And why’s that?”

“Because if you, even for a second, make me think I’m your favorite, I’ll start expecting special treatments,” you warn with a grin.

His smile widens, and he leans forward on his desk. “What if I told you that you already are my favorite? Tell me what kind of special treatments you want from me?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “At least try to pretend like I’m not your favorite.”

Chris chuckles again, the sound low and warm. “Fine,” he says, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll try my best.”

With a triumphant grin, you reach into your pocket again and pull out a lollipop, placing it on his desk. “Since we've reached an agreement,” you say with a laugh.

Chris stares at the candy for a moment before sighing, his smile softening as he hurriedly puts the lollipop in a pocket of his navy suit. “This is exactly why you’re my favorite.”

You laugh as you turn to leave, waving over your shoulder. “Have a great day, Manager Bang!” You say in a veiled formality and a suppressed smile.

His quiet chuckle follows you out the door, leaving a small, satisfied warmth in your chest as you return to the bustling kitchen which immediately puts you on edge.

Your eyes widen as you see them hauling boxes of ingredients into the kitchen, the clattering of crates and the shuffle of hurried feet filling the air. A knot of dread forms in your stomach—you should have been helping with this.

You sprint to the back entrance, weaving through the bustling staff. Sure enough, Minho is there, standing at the edge of a delivery truck, clipboard in hand as he meticulously checks off the contents of each box. His voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding, as he instructs everyone to carry the ingredients inside. He’s inspecting two styrofoam boxes when you cautiously approach.

“Why do we need fish roe?” he mutters, narrowing his eyes at the label.

“It’s for the new dish,” you answer quickly, hoping to be helpful.

Minho’s head snaps up, and his sharp eyes lock on yours. His gaze narrows further, the intensity of his stare making you freeze. “And where,” he starts, his tone low and dangerously calm, “have you been?”

You avoid the question entirely, choosing instead to give him your sweetest smile and hope that you can get away with it.

Minho’s lips curl into a sly, almost mocking smile, and he tilts his head slightly. “Come here,” he says, motioning with two fingers.

Warily, you step closer, and before you can react, his hand darts toward your forehead. You instinctively close your eyes, bracing yourself.

“Keep your eyes open,” he scolds, flicking your forehead hard enough to make you wince.

“Ouch! Chef!” you protest, rubbing the sore spot with a pout.

He merely smirks, unbothered. “If you have time to smile like an idiot, you have time to work.”

You grab a box of ingredients hurriedly, eager to escape his glare. “I’ll take this inside,” you mutter, hoisting it up.

“You should be,” he replies smoothly, not missing a beat. “You’re part of the kitchen staff, remember?”

“Yes, Chef,” you answer, louder this time. As you’re about to carry the box away, he stops you with a hand on the edge of it.

“Not that,” he says, taking the box from you with ease. “Take the sack of short-necked clams.” He nods toward the truck bed. “You’re in charge of vongole, aren’t you? These clams are your precious babies.”

You hesitate, staring at the heavy sack with dismay. Gathering your courage, you grab it and attempt to lift it. The weight nearly pulls you off balance, but you hold on, determined.

Minho watches your struggle, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “What? Are you going to act like a girl now?”

You glare at him but straighten up, adjusting your grip on the sack. “No, Chef,” you snap, gritting your teeth as you finally manage to lift it.

“Then hurry up,” he barks, his voice loud enough to make you flinch.

“Yes, Chef!” you shout back, stumbling slightly as you head toward the kitchen with the sack.

You can feel his eyes on your back, no doubt ready to pounce if you falter. Despite everything, a strange thrill courses through you. Minho’s treatment of you in the kitchen is as cold and exacting as ever, but the contrast to how he was last night only makes it more intriguing. It’s a game of hot and cold, and you find yourself enjoying the uncertainty of what might come next.

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[anim-ttrpgs]

A.N.I.M. Patreon Rewards and Progress Reports May 2025

Man it feels like it has been forever but it’s only been a month since last time, and a lot has gotten done despite me feeling like I haven’t gotten much done.

Editing progress on Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy has finally crept up to the speed it was before our slump. Plus, lots of polishing and tweaking of the rules has been done thanks to lots of helpful feedback.

The Eureka game jam mystery modules are being playtested and polished as well.

Eureka: The Fanservice Files has received some pretty extensive updates and tweaks in both art and actual rules content.

Not much to report on Silk & Dagger: A Sesible Drow RPG besides the fact that we have gotten a lot of good and useful feedback which I am continuing to collect in preparation towards shifting focus back towards it.

Meanwhile our lead designer(me)’s focus has been on Death Bed: An Impenetrably Medieval Dungeon Game. Previously, this was called Death Bed: A Souls-like RPG. The changelog for it is absolutely massive because I’ve been building it from the ground up, progress you can follow in real-time if you join our Patreon discord server. It isn’t yet in a state where I would call it playable, but you can see an awesome preview on the patreon.

None of this is set in stone, but at the moment I am thinking that the pre-alpha for Death Bed will release as a demo to the public some time in June, after which I will keep focus on Death Bed until I am able to consider it in alpha stage, which, for a classic dungeon crawl type of game, means it will need a dungeon. Actually, for the kind of game Death Bed is trying to be, it needs two. I am thinking of converting Tomb of the Serpent Kings for Death Bed at least as a playtest dungeon to test out how the game actually works in a dungeon before creating my own. If I can get permission, I might release that conversion to the public.

The rest of the team is hard at work on Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, either editing, working on art, or working on the third adventure module we promised would come with the Kickstarter.

Anyway, here’s the changelog for all our team’s major projects.

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy

Copy-editing Progress: Thoroughly copy-edited up to p. 356.

CHAPTER 1 

Clarified only one exacerbating factor applies at a time. 

Added sidebar to “Composure” explaining that the system doesn’t simulate ordinary life, it tracks mental state during adventures (which are high-pressure and stressful).

Clarified the purpose of the Quick Terms section

Added a note that Eureka really works best with 3 or fewer players and you really should not go beyond 4. 

CHAPTER 2

Changed how the Burnout Trait works. It is now an ability that can be activated each time the investigator earns a Eureka! Point, and lasts until they take Penetrative Damage as a result of the Trait.

Temporarily took out the Ask Questions Later Trait.

CHAPTER 3

Removed a special thanks credit per that person’s request

CHAPTER 7

Removed certain things like “spotlighting” and other basic Narrator principles for review and rewrites. Some of this is probably going back in once we re-evaluate it.

Removed “How We Play Eureka.” Playing by the rules in the book should already outline the intended experience, and many options given in that section are just RAW now.

CHAPTER 8 

Added several more fan-submitted hunting table entries. 

Eureka: The Fanservice Files

Clarified Sharp Teeth

Clarified some parts of maneater’s severity levels 

Added a Severity Level 5 and adjusted the time both maneater stomach types take to digest, making them all a bit longer.

Silk & Dagger: A Sensible Drow RPG

Changed the page color of An Unforgettable Banquet to more of a grey to match the new grey page color of the main rulebook and be slightly easier to read.

Death Bed: An Impenetrably Medieval Dungeon Game

CHANGE LOG

WHOLE BOOK 

CHAPTER 1

Added Moving Silently Section

Changed Hollowness Rolls to Despair Rolls. 

Changed most instances of strugglers automatically reducing Hollowness to instead be Morale rolls, which are like the opposite of Despair rolls.  

Changed how HP works so that it is now the Vitality Bar, separate from the Vigor stat. Vigor increases Vitality the fastest, but other stats can also increase it a little now.

Wrote out and codified Sex and Sexuality

Wrote out rules for Healing Flask.

Clarified how hollowness affects attention

Drinking from healing flask causes disadvantage to defense and dodge rolls on the following monster turn. 

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3 

Added Stats section

Added stats and what they do

Explained how to roll starting stats

Explained Traits 

Explained Truth

Explained how starting equipment is determined

Added very rough burial item tables. 

Added very rough notes/outlines for the Trait List

Sorted Clothing into Masculine and Feminine, and Fine and not Fine.

Added 19 more Traits

Added Trait Pre-Plotting section. 

Added rough outline of Sex and Expressions of Sexuality section. 

Added Wearing Armor section.

Added Donning Difficulty section. 

Gave different types of clothing donning difficulty. 

Added many new Traits 

Gave almost every Trait an added EXP bonus. 

Removed the rough outline rule that strugglers having Traits that do not match their perceived gender causes them to make regular Despair rolls. This kind of thing is now handled by the Social Status mechanic.

Added Social Status mechanic.

Assigned a Social Status value to all Traits. 

Changed how starting Social Status is determined. 

Added a section showing how to make a not-quite-level-1 character to help with early playtesting.

Added a new Trait. 

Tweaked wording of Eponymous Companion Trait. 

Added “scaling” to all Stats. There are now cross-over benefits to all stats. 

Changed the Social Status roll for a character starting with no clothes from 1D6 to 1D6+4.

Fixed mistake in Method 3 of character creation that still said not to roll any dice.

Reduced Vitality scaling for Arcane, Attunement, and Scripture. 

Reduced number of D6s that Method 3 character creation gives. 

Adjusted various things about the burial item tables. 

Changed it so there is now a specific table for picking items for Method 2 and Method 3 characters 

New trait for women 

New trait for anyone

New Trait for women

Protector/Protectee characters can move in tandem with each other no matter the distance between them.

Lady/Lady-in-Waiting pairs can move in tandem with each other no matter the distance between them.

Tactician strugglers and the strugglers they are ordering can move in tandem with each other even if they are far apart.

CHAPTER 4 

Added Gap Finder special weapon attribute. 

Removed the Light Attack from some weapons and removed the Overswing Attack from others. 

Increased the Str requirements of all melee weapons by 2 and increased the Dex requirements of all melee weapons by 1. 

Added some projectile weapons and rules for how they work

Added Bundles for ammunition and other small items

Wrote out Hook special weapon attribute

Decreased the damage of all projectile weapons by 1 degree. 

CHAPTER 5 

Added Non-Combatant Status section.

Changed the amount of Wounds that Profuse Bleeding causes each turn to 6 instead of 2.

Tweaked the stances a little. 

Added mob attacks and flanking bonuses

Added tandem movement so strugglers can move on each other’s turns to a limited degree. 

Reloading guns and crossbows causes disadvantage to defense and dodge rolls on the following monster turn

Dodging now causes 2 fatigue and resets Stance back to Balanced. 

Changed how having allies in the node affects mob attacks. 

Strugglers can use their shields to add to the block rolls of allies in their same node but it causes 1 fatigue. 

CHAPTER 6 

Started on this chapter. 

[metamorphesque]

Accept and forget difference or desire that separates and leaves us longing or repelled. Why briefly return to play in broken places, to mock the ground, to collect infant shards, coins, fossils, or the familiar empty canisters and casings that glint from poisoned roots in the blackened dust? We make bad ghosts, and are last to know or believe we too will fade, just as our acrid smoke and those strange flakes of skin and strands of hair will, into largely undocumented extinction. Lie down, lie down; sleep is the best thing for being awake. Do as we’ve always been told and done, no backward glances or second thoughts, leaving sad markers buried in the sand. Sleep now, dream of children with their heads still on, of grandmothers unburdening clotheslines at twilight, of full kettles slow-ticking over twig embers. Ignore boneless, nameless victims that venture out on bitter gravel to claim remains while we rest. Pay at the window for re-heated, prejudiced incantations. Take them home and enjoy with wide-screen, half-digested, replayed previews of solemn national celebration. Then sleep, by all means; we’ll need all the energy we can muster for compiling this generation’s abridged anthology of official war stories, highlights of heedless slaughter, to burnish our long and proud imperial tradition. At some point, by virtue of accidentally seeing and listening, we may find ourselves participating in our own rendering. Few of our prey will be left alive enough to water the sun with their modest, time-rubbed repetitions, to rephrase their particular, unifying laws. Our version of events has already made its money back in foreign distribution and pre-sales; all victory deadlines must be met. It can get so quiet, with or without the dead watching our constant deployments. From our tilted promontory we may see one last woman scuffle away across cracked parchment of dry wash beneath us, muttering to herself—or is she singing at us? —as she rounds the sheared granite face and disappears into a grove of spindly, trembling tamarisk shadows lining the main road. We’ll soon hear little other than our breathing, as shale cools and bats rise to feed, taking over from sated swallows. Night anywhere is home, darkness a cue for turning inward, quiet an invitation to review our expensive successes before morning extraction from the twin rivers of our common cradle.

"Back to Babylon", Viggo Mortensen

[thirstkanaphan]

Tinytown Digest - June 2025 Week 1

Hello! These recaps come out at the end of the week and new entries will be pinned to my blog and reposted to the Ateez Community.

What Did I Miss?

Golden Hour: Part. 3 was announced! The new album will be released on June 13 at 1 PM KST! Pre-orders are available now!

Seonghwa and Yunho appeared on Xiumin's Ramyeon Store

Ateez performed at Kpop Masterz in Kuala Lumpur!

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Wooyoung's ARENA HOMME+ interview

Wooyoung performed unreleased song 'Under Pressure' with Gallant at the Seoul Jazz Festival

This Week

6/4 Golden Hour: Part. 3 Album Photo 1 (Midnight KST)

6/5 Golden Hour: Part. 3 Album Photo 2 (Midnight KST)

6/7 Golden Hour: Part. 3 Album Photo 3 (Midnight KST)

Coming Soon

6/9 Ateez will feature on "Immortal Songs - 2025 Gyeongju APEC Special"

6/9 Golden Hour: Part.3 Preview (Midnight KST)

6/10 Golden Hour: Part. 3 Title Poster (Midnight KST)

6/11 Golden Hour: Part. 3 MV Teaser 1 (Midnight KST)

6/11 Ateez will perform at the 2025 BOF BIG&BAND CONCERT

6/11 San will appear on 'Naraesik (나래식)' to be released on Jun 11 (Wed) 6:30pm KST

6/12 Golden Hour: Part. 3 MV Teaser 2 (Midnight KST)

6/13 Golden Hour: Part.3!!! (1 PM KST)

6/13 Yeosang and Wooyoung will appear on 'The Return of Superman: My Dream Buddy' to be released on Jun 13 at 9pm KST

6/15 Yeosang Day!!

6/18 Ateez is on the artist lineup for 'Mrs. GREEN APPLE presents CEREMONY' to be held on Jun 18 (Wed) at K-Arena Yokohama

ATEEZ is on the lineup for Music Bank in Lisbon to be held on Sep 27 (Sat) at the MEO Arena

Voting and Streaming

Please make sure to pre-save GOLDEN HOUR : Part.3 directly on Spotify and other streaming platforms!

Wave is less than 1.7M streams from becoming the 6th Ateez song to hit 100M streams on Spotify!

Extras

All tickets for both days of ATEEZ 2025 WORLD TOUR 'IN YOUR FANTASY' IN INCHEON at INSPIRE ARENA are Sold Out!

Tickets are still available for their USA tour and are available at any price point! Remember, there are no bad seats at an Ateez concert!

Min Shua, CEO of RETURNITY said RETURNITY became No. 1st increasing brand in Olive Young. The sales jumps 400% during May, this month only. The San x Returnity ads will now be in various places around Seoul:

K-Pop’s Highest Midyear Boxscore Total: #2 ATEEZ!

Seonghwa's birthday cover reached a new peak YouTube South Korea, Daily Top Music Videos

Song of the Week

This week marked the one-year aniversary of ‘WORK’ and their 10th mini album ‘GOLDEN HOUR : Part.1’

That's it for this week!

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[hyaxci]

suo theories/character analysis

very very very very very long rant about my theories for suo from windbreaker. BE CAUGHT UP ON THE ANIME IF YOU WANT TO READ !! SPOILERS LIE AHEAD !!

i personally find suo so incredibly interesting. and its apparent that a lot of people in the fandom do too. a lot of fans are also saying that suo might be the main 'villain' of windbreaker??? but they never really elaborate on how or in what way exactly. so this is going to be a really really long rant/diagnostic/analysis thing into what i think about suo and his backstory since even manga readers dont know the full story

so. i suppose i'll begin with already existing theories about suo. starting with the 'villain' one. first of all, most of this theory isn't fleshed out. at least from the people i've seen writing/talking about it. it's just based on the fact that he's cold and detached and blah blah blah but they never really go into *how* exactly this could happen or why in the context of windbreaker. it's important to remember that windbreaker as a story follow sakura. it's mainly used as an exploration of sakura and his progression/journey with emotional vulnerability. sakura, as a character, has been neglected and unwanted all his life. until now. until furin/bofurin. he's slowly but surely finding his ground because of the people that's there. so in the context of this, how exactly would suo become a villain? windbreaker doesnt follow the typical "oh my god im so evil and i plan to completely wreck your plans" type of story arc. if suo WERE to become a villain i think it'd be much more quietly and under-the-radar type deal.

now following that train of thought, if we really think about - like really really observe what suo does CANONICALLY (i have nothing against fanon it just isn't relevant for this context), he's not very emotionally attached. or it doesnt seem like he is. there are quiet a few moments where suo just kinda exists. yes he talks. and no he doesnt talk alot but that's not what i mean. during sakura's emotional vulnerability arc during season 2 (mainly season 2 cuz season 1 is just kinda an introduction/preview of it), suo doesnt interfere necessarily but he doesnt push it forward either. and yes during the....red light district run in with the gang/people who were chasing that one singer girl (oopsies spoilers sorry), suo did encourage/step in when sakura wanted to throw nirei to the side bceause he didnt trust him to be able to protect himself. because of suo's step-in/encouragement, sakura turned his attention to fighting and fending off the gang. but i think this is the only time when you see suo encouraging sakura. and even then, suo isn't an active...participant? in sakura's emotional growth. like he doesn't urge sakura to try and do things in certain ways during active situations (i.e. a gang fight or confrontation) in ways that would help in him. anyway, there's really no other time if my.........very limited and often murky memory serves me right. this doesnt imply suo is bad per se. just that he's not necessarily involved in sakura's growth as much as, say, kaji or umemiya or togame for exampe. also notice that if he doesnt see an opening (socially), he wont butt into conversations. though this could just be his extremely high emotional intelligence for a typical high school boy. but here's the thing. it could be that or that he's just an observer. 

if we follow this theory that suo is just an observer, it could open up a lot of paths into exactly how he could be a 'villain' in the context of windbreaker as a story.

to make this section more....digestible and not just a fat block of text im gonna break this into bullet points for possibilities:

- suo is very emotionally intelligent. i think that much is obvious. he understands emotional restraint and when to use it. he knows exactly when to joke - where and when to poke someone's buttons - but he also knows when to stop and become serious. in a way, he kinda similar to the jokester but secretly really skilled character archetype that's been......showing up way too much in anime recently. an example of this is during his visit to sakura's house when sakura was sick. nirei (oh dear beloved sweet nirei) was worried and wanted to stay with sakura. as is expected of any typical high school boy. but suo could instantly tell that sakura wanted to be alone and was able to use a strategic deflection to get nirei to follow him outside. he also proposed that they go back the day after they went to go visit sakura instead of that night or a few hours later. this is opposing nirei who was really anxious and wanted to make absolute sure that sakura wouldnt feel lonely or was okay. im not gonna say this type of emotional intelligence is rare (it's....kinda not but also kinda is idk its complicated) but in the context of furin being a high school with a bunch of teenage boys, this is most definitely rare. suo often stops others from getting too emotional as a way of driving their actions. BECAUSE he's very emotionally intelligent (not just for his age but just in general - even in the context of adults) and considering the fact that he actually doesnt involve himself emotionally with the guys at furin, it might suggest that he was sent to observe them. for. one reason or another.

- IF he was sent to just observe furin as like an......ambivalent kinda all-knowing person, then this might also support the fact that people often think that he's from a gang/the yakuza. this is ignoring the fact that his family is just really rich since he has a liking for foreign teas and also has earrings that are antiques (we'll get into that later). we don't really konw why this would be though. it's just a possibility. we're not sure exactly sure why suo is even at furin. plus when we first met him, it appeared like he already was well acquainted with everyone there even before nirei and sakura? so. that suggests something that im not entirely sure of yet.

- OKAY. now for the family rich and earrings being antiques thing. it's kinda interesting because suo isn't chinese. he's japanese. though he does know another language according to the official fan guidebook published by the author. and....i saw some drawings/sketches on tiktok that i think were of suo and his proclaimed 'master' that taught him how to fight. dunno if these are official or not and i didnt really bother fully looking into if they were or not BUT if they are, then it seems highly probable that suo's chinese liking/influence comes from his master. and...his family might not necessarily be rich since i think it's heavily implied that suo was sorta kinda raised by his master? or at least spent a lot of time with him. so maybe his parents often went out/traveled a lot for work and then left suo at home. though his family being rich would sorta make sense? but it doesnt logically fit into the rest of the fan theories. 

- uhhh okay i think that's all the ground for my theories on him being an observer of sorts. so i digress into this: what WOULD be really cool tho is if windbreaker turned into a sort of time....leap type of thing. cuz suo is just back because he's waiting to make a move cuz someone died or smth. idk. would be an interesting storyline to follow but its not plausible.

OKAY. NOW ONTO A COMPELTLEY DIFFERENT THING: suo's fighting style.

i dont know if anybody's noticed but he rarely moves. like i mean physically. yes its been stated that he uses his opponents weaknesses against them. but notice how his body stays relatively upright/straight. he'll duck yes but that's not what im talking about. he's just very....stable? when on his feet? idk. i think this might be a metaphor/a psychological type of thing. maybe he fights like this because he UNDERSTANDS violence intimately. and i mean like. really understand it. like maybe in his past he killed someone in a fit of rage (similar to the KEEL situation before sakura stopped him) or did some really bad damage that he now wields it with the utmost precision. i've also noticed that he doesnt like to fight people. he wont attack first BUT here's the catch: he WILL verbally provoke people which is. interesting in the grand scheme of things. basically, what im suggesting here is that he might be burdened by guilt, past violence, or emotional repression because he fears loosing control, or past trauma where violence was too easy OR an extension of his emotional state (numb, indifferent or deeply conflicted). HOWEVER the only thing that would oppose part of this theory would be the fact that we've seen him get angry. especially with that fight with KEEL. i dont know why he got angry or what exactly that other guy did to provoke him or even how but. hm. raises an eyebrow amiright

aside from his.....emotional intelligence he also doesn't really seem to have a moral compass. while most people at furin are there because of internal values and beliefs and motivations, he doesnt seem to have any? anyway, the other strange thing is is the fact that as soon as he saw sakura, he took an interest in him. suo has become a protector of sorts for sakura but also doesn't actively participate in advancing his emotional development? (someone double check if this is actually true or if im just imaging another version of him in my head). 

okay but it's clear that he doesn't oppose furin. obviously because he's there. but does NOT opposing something mean he truly supports it? there was a very very brief moment during season 2. right after suo's fight with that one KEEL member (the one where he almost lost control - oh! just had a thought. nevermind. scrap the uh. the theory i had earlier about him fearing loosing control. because that probably isnt the case. he didnt look scared or terrified of what he was about to do. so that's probably not the case. he did look like he was in a trance though) and right after sakura pulled him out of that trance he was, he whispered something under his breath that sakura wouldnt have heard because he was already walking away. it was something like "god you're too strong for me" or....something. something that suggested admiration mixed with resignation and maybe envy? sakura isn't necessarily stronger than suo in terms of physicality/fighting strength. at least not on the surface. if anything, i think suo would be much stronger if he got genuinely angry. so if suo wasn't saying something about sakura's physical strength then it must've been about the emotional restraint/control that he's been developing. i think that suo admires sakura in the way that he's able to grow and develop despite the hardships that he's faced. and maybe that makes suo a bit jealous in certain ways because maybe he wasn't able to or currently isnt able to (maybe because of his ties to another organization that has more power - aka his potential observer role). 

anyway, i'll wrap this up with the ways he could become a villain

- embody the 'old way' of thinking. if sakura is progressing towards emotional vulnerability and openness, suo could say "this softness is going to get us killed" or "just keep moving forawd, dont dwell on the past"

- he could become emotionally unreachable. even more than he is now. as sakura and the others grow closer, more open and more emotionally bonded/attached, suo might not keep up. he might pull back and begin feeling alienated. this could hurt group cohesion in ways that the others dont know how to fix because most of them (besides the third years, umemiya, hiragi and tsubaki in particular) aren't this emotionally fluent

- whenever bofurin encounters a crisis - whether internal or external - he might not choose to act at a crucial moment. this would cuase the others to question his loyalty and maybe this is where we would get his real backstory. he wouldnt do this out of malice though just maybe that he'd realize/stick with this realization that he's with them but not ONE of them.

but suo does get surprised. he does show emotions. just not....usually? like during everyday stuff? when they aren't fighting? yeah. he only shows emotions during fights. particuarly during that one time where nirei was about to get hit by a guy in the red light district but nirei was able to duck because suo had taught him to do that. suo was shocked then. like genuine shock and worry. sakura too but that's expected. he's usually pretty emotional and wears his emotions on his sleeve even if he doesnt know how to talk about them. so, in me saying that suo isnt emotional/doesnt show much emotion is not in the sense that he's just purely stoic like uh ayanokoji from classroom of the elite or other such characters. he just. doesnt show what he really, truly feels. and that can act as a double edged sword both for him AND the people he seems to care about

all of this villain thing would ultimately lead to conflict BETWEEN our main characters. sakura would want to fight for suo to stay and nirei too. but suo would probably go down his own path again once their story ends and their paths diverge. oooo yummy tension hehehe. anyway.

here’s another additional layer: suo might be information gathering sure. but somehow, when he's provoking/poking at his opponents, it seems like he already *knows* how that person is going to react. suo hasn't also struggled to maintain control while fighting tho. sakura at some point (canon I think but I haven't seen it myself to be certain) called suo "the one without any shred of kindness". I wonder where that came from though and what made sakura say that about suo.

[junkomc]

COD Omegaverse (ⅹOmega male reader) Chapter 10 [Learn To Love] is now available. NSFW!

John and Gary are back from their missions and need you, and Simon needs you too.

（The real summary: It starts with sex and ends with sex…）

Simon x male reader , Johnx male reader , Garyx male reader/18+, Threesome , Lactation Kink , Breeding Kink

As always, I used Google Translate to write this fic, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, spelling mistakes, mistranslations, or other mistakes that ruin the story.

You can read the full story on AO3.

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↓Preview

When you entered the room, Gary immediately hugged you and kissed you.

It was a soft and gentlemanly kiss, and your lips soon parted, but Omega watched his face, wanting to know what Alpha wanted next. Gary smiled gently, then pulled your hand and said "To bed..." so you followed him.

Gary sat on the bed and quickly pulled your hips closer to him so that you were straddling his lap.

The sweet, glorious and soothing scent of a young male Alpha, something you hadn't smelled in a long time, made the Omega rub his nose against the Alpha's neck, and the Alpha felt the same, desperately sniffing and licking your neck, inhaling as much of the Omega's scent as he could, trying to fill the void of loneliness while they were apart.

"Hey, Omega... I heard about that Alpha named Hudson. I'm really sorry I wasn't there for you..."

"Gary, don't blame yourself! I've moved on already, so it's okay."

You ran your fingers through Gary's soft hair and smiled gently as you cupped his cheeks.

"Omega... are you really okay?"

"... yeah."

Gary rubbed his nose against yours, then kissed the tip of your nose, then your lips.

You were also hungry for Gary's affection, so you immediately opened your mouth to accept him, happily entwining your tongue.

At first, it was a loving kiss, as if they were caring for each other, but then Alpha's kisses became more aggressive, and he started sucking up your saliva noisily and biting your lips and jaw, as if to devour you.  Gary also tightened his grip on your waist, so tight that you flinched at the strength that seemed to be squeezing you.You opened your eyes, which had been closed, to check on Alpha.

Then Gary had already opened his eyes and was staring at you, and you saw a flame burning quietly in the depths of Alpha's eyes.

"Where did he touch my omega? Did he kiss you? Did he put his dick inside you? Did he cum inside you?"

The young alpha looked straight at you with obvious jealousy and anger, grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed.

Shocked by Gary's question, you couldn't answer anything and could only stare into his beautiful hazel eyes.

"You're my omega..."

Gary may not mean any harm, he may have lost his cool because of jealousy, or he may be deliberately expressing his complicated and difficult-to-digest emotions to you.

You felt anxiety and a little fear, your shoulders stiffened where Gary held you, and your heart rate increased.

But you knew his kindness and understood that he was as sad as you.

That's why you slowly reached out to the alpha...

and hugged him.

"Gary, I'm sorry... I made you suffer like this..."

Your words brought Gary back to his senses and he hurriedly hugged you back... He hugged you so tightly that it hurt, then released you, looked at you as if he was about to burst into tears, and said in a trembling voice.

"There's no need for Omega to apologize! I'm sorry for making you say that, you're the one who's been hurt the most... I'm such an idiot..."

You gently stroked Gary's cheek, pulled him close again, and gently kissed his lips.

"It's okay, Gary. Having you by my side like this helps more than anything else... Alpha."

"Omega...!"

Gary was overcome with emotion by your words and devoured your lips. It was an intense moment that perfectly expressed an explosion of emotion, and as he hugged you tightly and caressed you, it was so passionate that he seemed to conquer you with just a kiss.

You were completely intoxicated by the sweet and fresh scent of the young alpha, and felt your hole twitching and overflowing with sticky nectar, wanting him.

At that moment...

"Are you going to have Omega all to yourself now?"

You and Gary hurriedly turned towards the voice, and there was Alpha John leaning against the door of the room, looking at you with a grin on his face.

"...John! Have you finished talking with Simon yet?"

"Yes, what's wrong? Are you upset because I interrupted while you were alone together? More importantly, weren't you being mean to Omega?"

Gary was pinpointed by John and just sulked in silence.

"...No, it's okay, John!"

You hurriedly tried to protect Gary but John narrowed his eyes as if he could see through your thoughts and looked back and forth between you and Gary.

"Actually, I was listening through the door, sorry. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"...John...I know. It was definitely my fault."

Gary's shoulders visibly slumped and he apologized to Alpha John with an apologetic look on his face.

"Gary, you think the omega is pregnant with Hudson's puppies, right? That's what you were worried about, right? Don't worry, Simon gave the omega medicine right away. His seed will go to waste. There's no 100% guarantee, but I'm sure it'll be fine."

After that incident, when Simon cleaned your body, in your hazy consciousness, you clearly remembered Simon giving you water to drink.

He was probably the one who gave you the medicine then.

You yourself were in shock, fatigue, and the hazy heat of the heat, so you didn't think that far ahead, but you were surprised that Simon had thought that far and acted calmly so quickly.

John slowly approached you, who were sitting on the bed, and stroked your cheek with his right hand and Gary's cheek with his left hand.

"Even if Omega gets pregnant, it's still our baby, right? Gary?"

"Yes...!"

"That's right. There's nothing to worry about. Do you understand, omega?"

"Yes...John"

You were captured by Alpha John's warm, gentle, yet intense gaze, like the flames of a campfire, and your core was instantly set on fire.

"Now, I guess I'll join you in your play."

When Alpha John crawled onto the bed, Gary quickly took off his shirt as if that was a signal.

"Omega...it's like you're going to eat me..."

"Hmm..."

You were on all fours on the bed, sucking Gary's penis while John penetrated you from behind.

His young, fierce penis, which you had always wanted to taste, was very sensitive, and the slight stimulation you gave him made Alpha writhe and moan seductively.

It was so happy to see Alpha feeling good. As you were enjoying the taste of Gary in a daze, John's movements behind you, which had been slow, suddenly became more intense, and you instinctively removed Gary's penis from your mouth and began to let out a lewd cry.

"Oh, Omega, I missed you. I'll show you how much I wanted you..."

John growled in your ear with a husky voice, sucking and biting your earlobe. He then lifted your torso so that your back was pressed tightly against John's pectoral muscles, and he grabbed your upper arms and began to thrust roughly.

"Ah...Ah...Mmm! John...My Alpha..."

For you, who had been comforting yourself with a dildo made by John, the fact that the real John was inside you made your lower abdomen heat up. Just as pre-cum began to flow from your penis, Gary leaned down and licked it, tickling the tip before taking the entire length into his mouth in one go. He was immediately sucked deep into his throat, and his intense movements made you dizzy.

"Ahh... Ahh... Alpha... I'm going to cum"

"Fuck... Omega... Cum with my dick and Gary's mouth... Only we can make you cum..."

As John started to thrust into your favorite spot, Alpha John's growling voice in your ear got louder. At the same time, you felt the knot of Alpha's penis swell.

"Omega... I'm definitely going to get you pregnant..."

At that moment, John's thrust, which seemed to pour semen directly into your uterus, made you cum in Gary's mouth.

"... Hmm...!"

John's penis continued to twitch inside you for a while, pouring thick, creamy semen into your uterus. Feeling John's knot inside you, you felt a sense of satisfaction and closed your eyes, regulating your breath.

You leaned against John, and John slowly lay down with his penis inside you.

Gary lay on the bed with the two of you, kissing your face and saying, "That was great, Omega..." to praise you. After a few minutes of rubbing together and kissing each other's shoulders and neck, John whispers in your ear from behind.

"I need you to go a little harder today... it's been a while, after all... I'm sorry Omega..."

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[tparker48]

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The muscular walls rippled around the earthy debris, Ushering him along with them as they compressed forward. Every inch he descended, a loud plop erupted from the below like bombs, along with a watery splash.

"No way, ain't way that's what I think it is." Alric told himself. But even he knew that wouldn't start what was coming.

He gritted as the muscular tube narrowed, gravity pulling the digested contents down into a meaty pouch. The walls at his feet squeezed him forward, smearing him into a pile of pebbled feces. They stuck to his sides like melted suckers, clumping to his hands and feet. He writhed against their muddy restraints, but to no avail.

Wet squelches erupted below, the earthy mass sinking as a watery splash followed.

“F..f..fuuck.” Cain's voice boomed through the muscular walls. "Aaa..that’s it. just slip out..”

The mass heaved again, pulling Alric against turd before a wall of flesh shriveled against his hands. It's touch was as soft as sponge, but damp as lump of clay. Every shift he made in his attempt to free his palms sent a ripple through its meaty interior, the outer orifice heading him into its clammed embrace.

[moonlightmornings]

pulled apart at the seams

buddie (9-1-1) | 4.0k words | explicit

SUMMARY: Eddie's shoulder tends to bother him on occasion ever since the shooting. When a particularly bad week strikes he's forced to start sleeping on his left side….which he loathes about. Buck, being the generous boyfriend he is, helps him get more comfortable :)

IMPORTANT TAGS: Established Relationship, Spooning, Anal Sex, Cuddlefucking, Possessive Evan "Buck" Buckley, Injury Recovery

PREVIEW: "You know… science says laying on your left side has more health benefits than your right." Buck explains, feeling the way Eddie deflates at that, but continues anyway. "It's good for digestion, and also with the natural way your organs move and align with gravity."

The soft glow from the lamp on the nightstand illuminates the dimness as Eddie's eyes trail over the parts of the back wall he isn't usually familiar with, from the window to the dresser. Which is slightly frustrating because after years of sleeping a certain way he can't just… untrain his body from what it's used to. He shouldn't have to be seeing this side of the room at all in the first place.

"Does science know getting hit in the shoulder with a large caliber bullet and dealing with the aftermath doesn't exactly make chasing those health benefits easy?" Eddie muses, sarcastic but hoping Buck sees through that to the lighthearted, playful tone lacing his words. "This sucks."

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9-1-1 (TV): 3