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Synopsis: everyone on campus knew Bailey and Eden always did everything together, but who knew it meant if one of them took interest in their sweetheart of a friend, the other had to be there?

Pairing: M! Bailey x F! reader x M! Eden

Content. MDNI: college! AU, younger Bailey and Eden, yes they're still friends here because I can, bestfriends even, drug use (not mentioned explicitly, but you're drugged from the very start), dub-con, noncon, threesome, Bailey instructs Eden, double penetration (in v), unprotected, oral (m + f receiving), spitting, manhandling?, booyys kissiiiinngg 🤭, belly bulge, uhhh I hope that's all.

(If I missed anything please inform me and I'll add it <3)

A/N: if you know me irl, no you don't

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"C'mere. Get a closer look at her." Silken smooth voice rumbles from behind you, the vibration bouncing off his chest and against your back. Your hazy eyes barely grasp what's going on, and you can only figure out who he is from the strong cologne that radiates off his skin– Bailey.

There's movement, and then a silhouette of a larger body starts clouding your vision. Eden stands with his shirt discarded, flushed skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as his chest rises up and down, buff muscles outlined by the dim lighting of the room. His eyes drink you in with such avidity you'd think he'd eat you alive.

Your breath is heavy and it feels so damn hot; something must be wrong. Your thoughts stammer to retrieve memories of sweaty bodies, overly loud music, and the swaying of your hips. Fleeting glimpses of familiar gazes and the sensation of a strong arm wrapping around your waist, the same silky voice that belongs to Bailey telling you he ordered drinks while his best friend, Eden, sits in silence that could speak volumes. You've known them for quite a while now, so you didn't think much of it as he pulled you from the dance floor, even giggled and swayed on the way.

You're snapped back to reality when you feel your legs being torn apart further, and when you look down you're greeted by the sight of your bare pussy being spread. "So wet for us already. Dirty little slut. Been fantasizing about being our sweet fucktoy?" Bailey whispers right into your ear, "Look– you're leaking all over my boxers."

You can only whine and squirm, but his grip on the back of your knees keeps you spread and vulnerable as Eden shuffles closer. "Clean her up, Eden."

You can barely gasp in time because Eden complies without a word. His throat bobs as he gulps, and he kneels until he's level with your hot core. "Thank you." Hot breath fans your folds as he uses two of his fingers to part them, a sharp hiss escaping his throat before he dives nose-deep into your pussy.

A moan is ripping out of your throat at his impatient tongue, swirling and licking while his lips kiss and suck. There's no rhythm, he just laves sloppily at your cunt, sometimes fast and others slow; can't build a steady rhythm to get you off. Something that Bailey takes notice of at once.

"Stop." He speaks, yet Eden keeps licking into your slit which prompts Bailey to jerk you up and away from Eden's greedy mouth by his hold on the back of your knees, as if you were a rag doll to maneuver however he pleases. Eden shoots him a glare, but Bailey glares back harder. "You're not doing it right."

"Keep her open." Bailey commands and Eden complies by wrapping a calloused hand on the back of your thigh, spreading you further– if it is even possible. Now that Bailey's hand is free, he snakes it down slowly, purposely letting you feel his large hand slithering across your tummy before finally tipping it down.

He uses two of his fingers to pull the hood of your pussy back, exposing your pretty clit. With his middle finger, he gives it a few gentle taps that make you almost scream with how sensitive your body is feeling, legs jerking and twitching. Were it not for the two men's firm hold on you, you would've fallen long ago.

Your head feels as if it were filled with glue, and there's a foreign tingle coursing through your veins; a tingle that feels too much to bear. Body feeling as if it were on fire, clit throbbing and core aching, your thighs sticky and your cunt clenching around nothing; it's ridiculous how you think you might fucking die if you don't get fucked right now. You miss whatever Bailey says to Eden next, something along the lines of 'that's the clit' and 'don't go too fast at once'. It takes tremendous effort for you to form barely coherent words. "...I don't feel very good..."

"I know, baby, I know. Eden is going to make you feel good right now."

"..wha... no, that's not what I– Ha!"

Eden's mouth latches on your clit, sucking it into his mouth and letting the tip of his tongue swirl around it. You cry out, your body far too sensitive as it instinctively tries to run away from his mouth, but he suddenly grips your hips and pulls them toward himself, forcing them to stay still as he devours your pussy.

"Slow, slow... go slower." You can feel Bailey's breath hitting your neck from behind as he helps keep you still for the man in between your legs. "Just like that. Yes, you're getting better at it."

Your gaze, clouded and misty, doesn't fail to notice how Eden practically shakes from where he's kneeling. You don't know if it's simply because he enjoys eating you out, or if it's Bailey's instructions and praise as he orders him to do exactly what's just right.

Eden listens and performs well, apparently, because you're soon a writhing moaning mess beneath him, tears gathered and spilling down your cheeks. Bailey tells him to go a bit faster, and he does; tells him to circle his tongue around your twitching hole and to bully it past the first tight ring of muscle, to taste you better, and he groans into your drenched folds as he does. You barely register Bailey telling Eden that it's okay to use his fingers before you feel a thick, long finger invade your walls.

Eden hooks his finger and massages your velvety walls while you moan like a whore– or so Bailey has referred to you. His mouth never stops making out with your cunt until you're gushing around his fingers and against his lips with a squeal. He doesn't waste a drop, lapping it all up and audibly sighing as if it finally quenched his thirst.

Bailey's laughter rings in your ears before he's gripping your face, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look at Eden. "Look at him– no, no. No looking away. Look at him." He speaks while Eden slowly gets up and towers over, looking pussy-drunk with the way he stares you down. "Thank him."

You gulp, blinking the tears out of your eyes and panting as you gaze up at him, tongue heavy in your mouth as you babble. "Th-thank you.."

Eden leans in and, as if not able to hold himself back any longer, captures your lips with his own. It's sloppy and messy and wet, and you fucking love it, kissing him back as much as your body allows you. There's a shuffle of fabric, and then Bailey's hot cock is grinding against you, slipping against your folds, quiet groans emitting from his throat. He had let go of the back of your knees by now, no need to keep you spread as you're doing it yourself atop his thighs. Large hands stroke your sides until he reaches your breasts, where he immediately starts toying and pinching your nipples.

Eden is quiet, hasn't really spoken except for small words thrown here and there. It's all been Bailey so far, with his condescending and praising words along with instructions directed towards Eden. So it's a surprise when Eden pulls away from your mouth and, with a gruff deep voice, speaks. "Open."

Too dumb to think it over, you comply, parting your lips and letting him spit directly into your mouth. Even Bailey is surprised for a second - you can sense it because he stops moving momentarily before a chuckle rumbles off his chest. "Swallow..." Eden says, and as you obey, he slips his thumb between your lips, and it's like an instinct to start sucking around his finger.

His breathing picks up as he presses his thumb on your tongue, your whines going straight to his twitching cock. "Fuck– you're gorgeous. Open up again."

This time, it's his cock that taps your awaiting tongue, and he shoves it inside your mouth with no heed to your comfort. You choke around it, and he groans, tipping his head back as he slides it out before ramming it back into your throat. You're too focused on admiring how Eden looks as you try your best to open your throat, to notice Bailey sliding his cock past your folds.

You choke again around Eden when Bailey starts feeding girth by girth into your drooling cunt, making you pull your mouth away -with effort- and barely have the time to cry out a "w-wait–" before Eden is roughly gliding his fingers through your locks and jamming his dick into your mouth again. He keeps a firm hold on your head this time, efficiently using your mouth like a fleshlight, hips snapping and balls slapping against your chin.

The motherfucker called Bailey laughs. "Fucktoys don't speak." Quietly groans when he bottoms out, pretty mushroom head kissing your cervix deliciously. You felt as if teetering of the edge of losing your damn sanity– the stretch burning as your walls struggle to expand and hug him. Feeling too full, every part of you stuffed and used to their likings. "Return the favor to Eden while I fuck this pretty pussy, yeah? Be a good girl for us, hm?"

Then he's moving. Bailey's hands return to hold your legs open because you keep squirming and flailing on his cock. You moan, and Eden's jaw falls from the vibrations you send around him, eyes leering back and fluttering close as white-hot pleasure floods his veins.

"Filthy. Fucking. Girl." Bailey punctuates each word with a harsh thrust, the squelching loud and obscene as he fucks himself a little deeper with every snap of his hips. "So fucking wet for us. Taking me so well."

Moans and whimpers muffled by Eden's incredibly large hard-on, body falling soft and putty as they move and maneuver you like their precious little rag doll, only there for their pleasure, and you don't mind. Your eyes roll back when Bailey angles his hips and hits that sweet sweet spot of yours, hot cunt clenching around him impossibly. "Fuck– right there?" He hisses and makes sure to abuse the spot over and over until you're squealing, legs shaking uncontrollably as you cum.

Eden's cock starts twitching as it hits the back of your throat, but he suddenly pulls away when you're expecting him to send ropes of his sweet essence down your throat. You're still convulsing from your orgasm when you look up at him with big bewildered teary eyes, drool running down the sides of your swollen lips, and Eden almost cums right then and there.

Eden groans and then fucking whimpers. "Bailey.." He even sounds as if in tremendous pain as he pumps his glistening cock. Bailey looks up and immediately realizes what that look means.

"Cum on her face or in her mouth. I'm using her pussy."

"Bailey."

"I'm so fucking close don't you fucking dare–"

"Bailey. I'd force you out and fuck her myself."

They're fucking bickering, and they couldn't find a better timing than when you're crying and dripping and squirming with overstimulation.

"No– you know what? Fuck. Get in there."

Your eyes grow impossibly wide when Eden positions himself right where Bailey is still ramming your cunt full. "What– fuck, no no! I can't- wait!" You squirm and push at the man behind you, overusing every 'please' and 'you can't! I can't!' You can think of because, frankly, you really think you might die. It's no surprise when they ignore your cries and protests, both of them shushing you. Bailey slows down and you know what's coming.

"Please– it won't fit it'll never–!"

"Yes, you can. Biiiiig stretch, baby."

Air is knocked out of your chest as Eden forces your cunt to stretch further, opening up to take him in. All of you simultaneously moan, your head falling back down on Bailey's shoulder, fists balling and ever so weakly bumping at Eden's broad chest, cries on your tongue. They rub against each other as Eden sinks further in agonizingly slow until everything comes to a stop, all heavy breaths and pants.

"T-tight." Eden is the first to speak after a moment of silence, then he moves. Rubs the bumpy, scorching hot walls of yours and Bailey's veiny cock. Strong arms settle on either side of you, caging both you and Bailey in. When he slips half the way out, Bailey starts moving.

They take turns, and your cervix doesn't spend a second not getting kissed. Eden pulls a bit out only for Bailey to push in, and vice versa. You're too fucked-out to notice Eden leaning down, them getting closer to each other until you hear soft smacks of lips against lips. You force your eyes to dizzily glance at your side, and involuntarily moan at the sight that greets you.

Bailey's eyes are half-lidded as Eden licks into his mouth, tongues clashing and dancing as they kiss messily and moan into each other's mouth. It's so fucking filthy, all spit and drool and Eden's fucking lips and chin are still glistening with your slick, to which Bailey tastes from his lips, letting out hypnotic out-of-breath groans.

Your tummy bulges with each thrust of theirs, can see the outline of their cocks moving in and out of you through your skin. All your broken mind can think of is how full and stuffed you are, how it's impossible for them to not nudge every perfect spot that makes you scream and see stars. You're almost jealous of the way they still kiss right beside your head, and so you whine for them, needy and desperate for their lips.

Bailey is the one to chuckle breathlessly and pull away. "Greedy girl," he can only whisper before he grabs your hair and turns your head, forcing his lips onto yours. It's humiliating how you can't keep up with him even though you were the one who begged for his hot mouth, your tongue feeling far too heavy to keep up with his. But he doesn't seem to mind; instead, he feels his cock twitch at the dumb, fucked-out expression on your face as you desperately try to kiss him back. Can only think of how breathtaking you look before he bursts, thick ropes of cum painting the inside of your cunt.

His orgasm triggers Eden's who's already so close, both groaning and plunging as deep as possible into you. You hiss, moans falling helplessly from your lips as you feel their warm seed fill your womb to the brim. They keep at it for a while, making sure every surface of your abused pussy is overflowing with semen before they finally pull out.

Their mixed seed follows their softening cocks when they pull out, dripping and flowing from your stretched ruined hole. It's a sight to behold. Your inner thighs are soon drizzled in white, dripping onto Bailey's lap. "We should," Bailey pants, takes a moment to catch a bit of his breath before continuing, "We should do this more often."

When you don't respond, both of them raise their fixed gaze on your pussy and to your face, only to bark out a laugh. You're out cold, limp against Bailey.

Bailey looks away from you and towards Eden, raising a taunting eyebrow as he speaks. "Satisfied?"

"Next time," Eden straightens up, pushing his hair out of his face, "next time, I'm the one fucking her first."

"Whatever you say."

"What did you put in her drink, anyway?"

"That's none of your concern."

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A/N: this is my first time writing a threesome so 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ incredibly fun tho.

#to be very honest im not satisfied with this #but i wanted to write it anyway #because yes #why not #but since im not exactly happy with it i might polish it later on #might #degrees of lewdity #bailey the caretaker #eden the hunter #dol #cw dubcon #cw noncon #dol bailey #dol eden

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purgemarchlockdown · 4 months

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Autism and Amane

(CWs: Ableism, Child Abuse, Cults)

(Note: This is mostly based on personal experience and stories I’ve heard from other autistic people.)

It’s a bit of an understatement to say that I love Amane Momose. She’s my favorite character in the series, and I think about her constantly. It’s why I have this blog, I thought about her too much that I needed to write it out somehow.

A personal favorite headcanon of mine is the idea that Amane is Autistic. Mostly cause I’m autistic and I like head-canoning characters who I like with it. So now I'm just explaining why I find this reading of her character compelling.

Right and Wrong

There's no doubt about it that Amane is someone who is heavily constrained by rules and standards, and she expresses frustration towards certain rules in subtle or obvious ways throughout Milgram.

For example, the flag for vulgarity is the only one that is laying down on the ground in Purge March, something that is usually a sign for disrespect.

Implying that this is the rule that Amane breaks the most, something that is consistent with a lot of the other information we know about Amane. Since it seems like a lot of the things she finds enjoyable (cute outfits, amusement parks, performance art) are either neutered to the point of being boring or outright banned.

Outside of that, Amane doesn't operate on the rules of "normal" society. She operates on her own rules. Rules that are molded by the cult but still Her Rules. She does not care much for acting in ways that would be considered normal to people, and has stated that she is alright with that.

(T2 Amane VD)

Amane: Aren’t we the same? Me and Warden-san. You know, I’m aware that I’m out of the ordinary. That my environment was peculiar, and that everyone [else] is normal. Es: Amane… Amane: In fact, there have been people who said that to me. I’ve been told things like, “You’re being deceived.” “You can still make it right now.” “You’re crazy.” Es: … A: You are treating me as a child after all. Because I’m a child, you believe that I must have been brainwashed. It’s not like that. I, too— children, too, understand everything! Please don’t just decide that people must be unhappy.

While this is influenced by her abuse and her justification of it, even before this Amane has been very consistent on repeating this idea that she does not mind not being considered normal and is not going to change how she acts just because other people said she should, for better or for worse.

22/04/19 (Futa’s Birthday)

Amane: ……I’m fine. I don’t know what you’ve done or what it is you’re worried about, but I think if there’s something you believe in, you should stay true to it. It’s not something that should waver just because other people said something. I personally don’t plan on changing my own beliefs even if I’m told I’m wrong either……

That isn't to say Amane Doesn't operate by rules, she does, to an extreme extent even. Something that is even shown above.

But she operates on rules she personally believes makes Sense. If she does not agree with a rule she believes to be nonsensical she will express that. If she does she'll follow it to the letter, even if it harms her or someone else.

21/06/27 (Amane’s Birthday)

Shidou: Amane, I heard it was your birthday today. I asked Es-kun if we could get this cake to give to you…… Amane: I don’t need it. I’ll gratefully accept your well-wishes, but I don’t eat things like that. Also…… Shidou-san, I can’t say I’m especially fond of the way you assume that all children will love frivolous things like this. Shidou: ………… Is that so… I apologise. I’m sure everyone else will be happy to eat it, so don’t worry about it. Sorry for intruding. Amane: ………… ……cake……

She's very inflexible and dogmatic in that sense. But not just because of her cult. As stated she seems to disagree with her cult's view on vulgar things, and seems to have broken that rule multiple times before in the past and has gotten punished for it.

Not only that but she is insistent on certain ideas of "rightness" that are Outside of her cults worldview. For example, she consistently reiterates that children also have feelings and agency, to the point that's her Major focus in her T1 VD. Not her religion, not her crime, but her feelings about agency. The idea was just too important to her to simply let go.

Insistence on sameness, inflexible adherence to routines, or ritualized patterns of verbal or nonverbal behavior (e.g., extreme distress at small changes, difficulties with transitions, rigid thinking patterns, greeting rituals, need to take same route or eat same food every day).

What is a promise, if not a rule you swear to follow?

Good Interests

Now I would personally love to argue she has a special interest in religion as someone who was a kid with a Catholicism special interest (trauma is weird) but I don't think I have enough ground to argue that interpretation.

What I can argue, is a performance art special interest.

Amane seems to be deeply invested in performing arts. While it is a metaphor for how she's performing for her family and cult, outside of that she seems to actually show a genuine interest in it.

Amane is a bit of a critic. She seems to be a choirgirl that hates the songs she's singing.

T1Q14: Do you listen to music? A: Not really to songs that are highly entertaining.

Which implies that she knows what songs she Does find entertaining, and also that as established before Amane likes looking cute and pretty. She keeps on dressing herself in her MVs in cute outfits, and there is even a minigram about her being self-concussion about her hair and then getting it styled.

There's a Sincerity in these aesthetics, it really seems like Amane Enjoys Performing as an art form. The way she portrays her revenge is not her Stopping the performance, but for the marching band to break from the routine and to go full force into the "real world."

Not only that, but when Mikoto mentions he's an art student. Amane immdieatly asks him if he's good at drawing. The entire conversation shifting from their discussion about studies but about art.

20/07/15

Amane: It’s fine. If there are any words I don’t understand I can look them up later. An arts university, though…… Does that mean you’re good at drawing, then? It may be a bit rude to say, but that’s rather unexpected.

Her critic side even pops up here. Being surprised someone so "normal" seeming would be an art student.

It also seems like TV was a way for her to cope with her situation, judging by the final shot of Magic.

This stuff is so Important to her that it bleeds in Everywhere. Even when she tries to hide it to seem more like a "good girl." The visual ideas of performing arts and music come through.

As mentioned above, it seems like these interests were considered "vulgar" by her cult. It's not something a "good girl" like her should like.

It's something...abnormal.

Highly restricted, fixated interests that are abnormal in intensity or focus (e.g., strong attachment to or preoccupation with unusual objects, excessively circumscribed or perseverative interests).

Normalcy

Amane is not as good of a girl as she wants us to believe or wants herself to believe. She knows it. She knows it too well.

Dear wise one, Am I worthy? Is it ok to spoil myself? I promise! A pinky promise is a pinky promise!

She's promising that she'll follow the rules this time. Promising that she'll be a "good girl." A status that gets her a modicum amount of respect and safety.

If you become a bad girl, monsters will come out This is the magic that stops that from happening

However, there's a sense of impossibility to become one, as if she was made Unable to fulfill the arbitrary conditions that were set by the people around her. Amane can only pretend to be a good girl, to...mask as one per-say. But she cannot Be One.

Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl

Amane has been masking for basically her entire life, to various levels of success. To blend into the cult, and to seem "normal" in their eyes.

Except, she's inherently Unable to be one. It's not something about herself that she can change. To turn Amane into a good girl is to make Amane into something that isn't herself.

Amane isn't Human in the eyes of her cult, she isn't good enough to be one, she wasn't born in a way that allows for her to be Respected as one.

She's even Represented by The Cat in Magic.

Her feelings of pain and anger and isolation by being different are given to something inhuman. And since this is Amane's MV, this is partially an acknowledgement that she is not good enough to be a human

Not only that, but even in the prison she's isolated. The way she speaks is surprising for a child so the people around her aren't sure how to interact with her, and her unwillingness to act in a "proper" way gets certain people (Shidou) upset.

However, she doesn't seem to even view her seeming inhumanity as a bad thing.

Amane is consistently more frustrated at people not understanding her than her not understanding them. She cares about her feelings because no one cared to adjust to Hers. She cares about asserting her agency because if she does she'll be infantalized.

Because, In spite of everything, Amane deeply loves herself.

T2Q20: How do you feel about you not being like everyone else? Nevertheless I was born as myself, so I'm happy.

Conclusion

I wrote this post partially cause I was inspired by this really good Dunmeshi analysis of Laios' autistic frustration. Which made me go "Wow I should do that but with Amane." So I did.

There's so much I can talk about really, but to me. Amane is a character who is in a world Hostile to who she is. Stuck between having to pretend to be "normal" for her own safety and hating having to do it because it's sickening and confining. Where her interests are controlled or considered "abnormal" meaning she is unable to indulge in them. Where the people around her can either demonize her or infantalize her for not fitting the standards they hold her to.

And, maybe it's just me. But I personally relate a lot to that, and I think there's something really amazing about how she's still able to love herself in spite of it all.

(And, I also think she's trans but that's a whole other discussion.)

#milgram #amane momose #cw cults #milgram amane #008 #I made this Quick cause Ive been Busy and I really wanted to write this and get it out #its not as polished or long as a result but its also very personal so uh...yknow #my proofreading is always shit no matter what though so if you see a mistake dont be afraid to point it out #cw child abuse #milgram analysis #milgram meta

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