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ohbo-ohno · 11 months

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Kinktober Day 17 - Orgy

Soap x Gaz x Ghost x Price x Rudy x Alejandro x Reader - 5.3k (on ao3)

summary: You have an orgy with your favorite boys. (Reader POV)

cw: double penetration in two holes, double penetration in one hole, spitroasting, sex in front of other people, very light soft degradation, praise, overstimulation

note: this doesn't even have an ATTEMPT at plot alright? we're here to be horny and move on. also i think this is more gangbang than orgy but whatever lol

You’re not sure who you’re making out with. It’s not like you care all that much - laid out on the bed like a queen, Price serving as your throne where he holds you half up with your legs spread - you’re perfectly content to just sit and kiss, for hours on end.

It was Soap first - Soap and his messy kisses, broad stripes licked into your mouth, sucking on your tongue so vehemently you nearly thought he was trying to keep it. He was playful, nipping at your lips, grinning everytime he pulled back enough for you to see.

Then Gaz, who shoved Soap away to have a turn with you. They’d bickered for a moment before Price, from over your shoulder, big hands cupping your chest and massaging, reminded him that he could lick your pussy too. He was more than happy to duck down after that, leaving you with Gaz.

Gaz was sweet, long slow kisses that matched the way Price groped you but were a sharp contrast to the eagerness Soap had. Kyle peppered your mouth with kisses, layering them one over the other and hardly giving you time to breathe between them, while Soap ate you with a fervor you’ve never felt before. The difference in pace left you squirming, just a bit, but Price kept you still for them.

You’re not sure when Gaz left, but Soap’s work on your cunt felt so good, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t open your eyes even to see who next took a turn.

He’s got scruff on his face, which you feel rubbing against your cheeks and your palms when you reach up to hold him. His kisses are fun - you can feel him smiling and humming into your lips - and he works your mouth slowly, tangling your tongue together. Where Soap and Gaz had wanted to explore, your mystery man wants to play.

You want to look and see who it is, but the pleasure doesn’t let you, Soap’s mouth on your clit, two of his fingers buried deep in your ass, Price giving you sharp little pinches around your areolas - it all keeps you just a little too foggy to work up the energy. You’re content to luxuriate in the sensations, to relax back into Price and just let your body feel.

“There you go, doll,” Price coos from over your shoulder. “Nice and relaxed for us, yeah? Gonna need you to stay like that if you want to take us all.”

“Please,” you breathe between kisses, eyelashes fluttering as you finally manage to look up. “Wanna feel you all.”

It’s Rudy above you, a soft smile turning his lips up and leaving crinkles at the corners of his eyes. You reach up to cup his cheek, but at that exact moment Soap takes your clit between his lips and sucks, and your movement is halted as you moan.

You hear and feel both Rudy and Price laugh, and Rudy leans forward the last few inches to nuzzle his cheek into your palm. The two of you lean foreheads against each other as you moan, hips making small grinding motions into Soap’s face.

“You will,” Rudy says. “You’re a good girl, yes?”

You nod with a small keen as Johnny starts to work a third finger inside of your back hole.

He smiles. “Then you’ll take all of us.”

Alejandro replaces Price behind you at a certain point, his hard muscle a much less comfortable chair compared to the soft layer of fat lining Price. He’s smaller though, which means you can roll your face back into his neck and he only has to duck a few inches to give you the kisses you silently request.

“Out of the way, hermano,” Rudy says, softly shoving Soap away from you by the shoulders. Johnny doesn’t go easily at all, growling a little and hammering his fingers into you just a bit harder, enough to have you gasping and squirming. Ghost grabs Johnny by the nape of his neck before he can get too aggressive, yanking him away with an unimpressed look.

“Thanks,” Rudy says on a laugh, getting a nod in return from Ghost. “Now, for you,” he turns to you and smiles, settling himself between your widely spread thighs so his hard member rests on your center, shaft pressing against your clit. “You ready to take us both, cariño?”

“Yes,” you sigh, pulling away from Alejandro and his absolutely sinful mouth, shooting both of them your best pleading look. “Please, want to feel you.”

“Shh,” Alejandro soothes, stroking one hand down the center of your chest and the other lining his own head up with your stretched hole. “You’ll get what you want, just relax for us.”

You take a deep breath, let your eyes slide shut. On the exhale they both push in, a slow thrust that leaves you feeling like you might burst. The three of you moan in sync, your head thrown back to Ale’s shoulder, his forehead falling to your temple, Rudy curling over so he can mouth at one of your nipples.

It takes a bit for them to bottom out inside of them at the slow pace, both of them large men. You’ve never had something quite so large in your ass, but the stretch feels exquisite.

The three of you are panting in sync as soon as you’re filled to the brim.

“You first, hermano,” Alejandro says from above you, his voice rough with desire.

Rudy laughs a little breathlessly. “I’m not going to argue with you.” He pulls far enough back to give you a long, sweet kiss, pulling away with a playful nip before holding himself up. He rests his hands on Alejandro’s shoulders to give himself the leverage that he wants.

“Feels so good,” you moan, undulating your hips just enough that they both pull out and sink back in. “C’mon, need it.”

Alejandro laughs, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Be patient, amor, he’s gonna give it to you.”

You try to shoot Rudy your best you better look, but it’s probably a little dulled by the man sucking hickies into your neck.

Rudy fucks you deep. On each thrust he pulls out nearly the entire way, and each time he pushes back in he nearly hits your cervix. He’s not slow, but he’s not fucking you like an animal either. He feels perfect inside of you, sliding along that spot inside of you and bumping your clit every time he bottoms out.

The two of you moan loudly as he fucks you, Alejandro grunting at the sensations he’s getting, the way you clench down on him like you never want him to leave. You blink wet eyes open, glancing over to see what the others are up to on the other side of the bed.

You see Gaz with Price’s dick in his mouth - not sucking, just warming him - and Ghost jacking a very wiggly Soap off. They’re all staring at the show you’re putting on, all a little red in the cheeks with heavier breaths.

Price meets your eyes first. “You making them feel good, pet?”

You nod as much as you can manage, breath hitching when you try to answer.

“She’s unimaginable,” Rudy pants from above you, hips working just a bit quicker as he nears the edge. “Tight like you wouldn’t believe.”

Alejandro laughs at that, one hand slipping down your stomach to explore the soaked folds of your cunt. “Won’t be once we’re done with her.”

You moan when he finds your clit, rubbinb you in fast and rhythmic little circles that drag you right to the edge.

“Don’t leave her so loose we can’t have any fun,” Ghost gruffs, nearly drowned out by the moans and slick slapping sounds filling the room.

“Not-” Rudy starts, then stops to catch his breath as he starts to really fuck you, thrusts hard and pounding. “Not selfish, h-hermano.”

There’s a small laugh at that, but you don’t know who it’s from. You’re too focused on arching your back as much as you can, clenching down hard on the cock still stuffing your ass but not doing a thing, the way Alejandro’s fingers are driving you insane with their perfect little motions, and the way Rudy’s hitting every perfect spot inside of you.

“Gonna- gonne come, please, feels so good!” You gasp, moaning and letting your head roll back onto Alejandro’s shoulder, hips moving in a desperate attempt to push yourself off that cliff. Your hands come back to grip Alejandro’s head, and he presses kisses to your shoulder.

Finally, finally, you manage to reach that peak. You moan loudly as your thrown into an orgasm, body going completely limp between the two men, cunt clenching along with the waves of pleasure and milking both of them.

Rudy comes just after you, your inner muscle’s massage triggering his own orgasm. He buries himself to the hilt inside of you when he does, maoning and panting against your skin.

“Fuck,” Rudy hisses over your shoulder, working his fingers and sending both you and Rudy into overstimulation. “Feel so good clenched tight like that, amor, you feel so good for us.”

Rudy lifts his head enough to nudge at Alejandro’s head and you hear the slick sounds of making out as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. Alejandro’s fingers slow as your heartbeat does, working you down from the pleasure in a perfect way. You feel sort of like you’re being caught in a bed of feathers - a sharp fall with a soft fall, wrapped in softness and warmth when you hit the ground.

“Buena niña,” Rudy pants when he pulls apart from Alejandro. “Such a good girl, feel so good when you come around me.”

You can only whine at that, body still a little worked up with both holes filled.

Rudy fixes that problem by pulling out just a moment later, both his and your eyes glued to your hole as he does. There’s a slow dribble of cum as soon as he’s free of you, and neither of you bothers to hold back your moans.

“My turn,” Alejandro says, and you can feel the way he smirks against your neck. “You ready, cariño?”

You take a few deep breaths, let your nerves settle back into your body a bit, then nod. “Yes, want you too, Ale, want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. A moment later he’s got you flipped onto your front, hands just barely catching you so you’re held up on hands and knees. He’s solid and tall behind you when you glance over your shoulder, hands planted on your hips to keep himself fully inside of you.

He cocks his head to the side a little, asking permission. Like this, you’re just a foot away from the sight of Gaz’s throat working at Price’s length, and over him you can see Soap writing in Ghost’s lap as the larger man gives his cock no mercy.

You shift your knees wider, slip down until your chest is pressed to the mattress, then nod your consent to Alejandro.

He braces you for a moment, giving your hips a quick squeeze as he shifts himself, then pulls nearly the entire way out of you. You shift on your knees a bit, whining at the anticipation, but he only shushes you, giving your hips a quick tap.

He doesn’t fuck you like Rudy had. Alejandro fucks you deep, but hardly pulls out even half-way on every thrust. It’s like he wants to be as connected to you as possible, keeping as much of himself buried in your heat as he can while still making himself feel good. The short, sharp thrusts leave you moaning on every breath, the sounds punched out of you.

“Good girl,” he moans above you, grip brusing on your hips. “Such a good cocksleeve for me, yeah? Nice and tight around my cock… clench down for me, amor, make it feel better.”

You listen to his command, moaning even louder when he feels that much larger inside of you. Clenching your rim tight around him makes the stretch burn just the slightest bit, even with all the prep you’d gotten, and you relish in the slight sting.

“Don’t foget about her,” Rudy pants from where he’s collapsed beside you, eyes glued to the way your cheeks bounce on every thrust. “She feels best when she’s coming.”

Alejandro bites out a curse, one of his hands leaving to move back to your slick folds. He tucks two fingers inside of you, drawing a loud cry from your throat, and rubs the heel of his hand against your swollen clit.

“Alejandro!” You shout, pushing yourself back on him and his hand to try and get more of the perfect sensations. “P-please, feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He leans over you, breath ghosting over your back as his thrusts get a little sloppier, a little harsher. “Feels nice, huh? Both holes stuffed full, just the way you were meant to be.”

His own words are what set him off, his dirty talk fading into a stream of moans as he stiffens buried inside of you, the hot splash of cum coating your insides. He works his palm and fingers slowly in your cunt, and you’re brought to a rolling orgasm, clenching hard on him.

Your moan is nearly pornographic, face squished against the sheets and back arched so your ass stays high in the air. He grinds his hips into your ass, getting as much of his dick inside of you as he can while you milk the cum from him.

He pulls out uncermoniously, and you can’t help but whine a little sadly at the sudden emptiness as both his cock and fingers leave you. He hushes you a bit, fingering some of his come back into your loose hole. “There you go, keep it nice and warm for me, cariño.”

“Alright,” you hear Ghost grunt from in front of you, open your eyes up just in time to see him throw Johnny off his lap and stand to make his way to the other side of the bed. “Our turn now, fuck off.”

Rudy and Alejandro both laugh good-naturedly, shifting to take their places beside Price and Gaz. You see the two of them cuddle up together, their slick cocks resting by one another. Gaz has shifted to nursing Price’s balls as he smokes a cigar, blowing the smoke straight up to the ceiling.

“Head up, c’mon,” Ghost grunts as he shifts onto the bed in front of you, resting on his knees and holding his dick straight out as you push yourself up. “Johnny, you can have at her cunt. Don’t come before I do.”

“Yes, Sir,” Soap says, and you just barely have time to brace yourself for the rough fucking you know is coming when Johnny rams himself balls-deep inside of you. You both moan loudly at the feeling, and you fall back down to your elbows.

Ghost doesn’t bother telling you to sit up again, instead just grabs you by the hair and pulls up until he can slip himself into your mouth. With the way Soap is pounding you, you’re forced to nearly deepthroat him as soon as your lips close.

You gag immediately, scrambling up onto your hands to try and save your poor throat. It’s almost impossible to think past the way that Soap uses your slick hole, the pounding making stars appear across your vision.

Ghost laughs at you when tears start to leak down your cheeks, one hand coming to pat you just a little harshly on the cheek as you’re fucked back and forth on his dick.

“Don’t even need to do anything, do I?” He hums, the hand on your face moving lower to wrap around your throat, making it feel even more like you’re choking. “Doing good, Johnny, you’re practically fucking her mouth for me.”

Johnny’s far past the point of words, only managing to moan as he huncehs over your back, lips tracing patterns across your shoulder blades and leaving trails of spit.

“Yeah, good boy. You’re a good girl too, sweetheart,” Ghost praises, using the hand on your head to brush the hair away from your face. You look up just in time to catch the smile on his face as he stares down at you. “Such a good cock sucker. Why don’t you use your tongue a little, c’mon. Don’t make Johnny do all the work now.”

It’s hard to work past the pistoning into your cunt, but you manage to listen to Ghost, licking up the underside of his length as best you can while being fucked raw. Johnny’s pace never falters, and you have no idea how he manages to keep himself from flying over the edge.

You trace the vein on the underside of Ghost’s dick with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking to try and make him feel good. You can’t do much to move your head - the palm holding the back of your skull leaves that in his hands - so you try to focus your efforts on what you can do.

The gagging sounds are constant. The way Soap is fucking you, you can’t hold your balance properly, and you end up choking on nearly every thrust.

At some point, Johnny reaches the end of his rope. “Ghost, please, need to come, have to, ‘m so close, please….”

Ghost chuckles, a deep and mean sound. “Can’t hold it?”

A whine from Johnny, and you feel him shake his head against your back.

“Hm. Well, that’s too bad. Both me and our girl here are gettin’ off before you. Why don’t the two of you work on makin’ that happen.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he means, but when Johnny’s fingers start to work frantically at your oversensitive clit, you understand. Your eyes roll back in your head at the pleasure, and it’s all you can do to keep from going completely limp and suffocating on Ghost’s dick.

“There you go,” he moans, thrusting a little further into your mouth. “Feels good when you moan, sweetheart. Make her do it again, Johnny.”

And he does. You’re trapped in the animalistic fucking from Soap, your poor hole feeling stretched out and used, and you’re unable to escape the relentless pleasure shooting from your clit to your brain.

Both you and Johnny are thankful that it doesn’t take Ghost long at all to come. Once you’re moaning and choking on every thrust, it only takes a few seconds for him to be spurting come down your throat.

He pulls your mouth off of him, holding you back so that he can jack some of the come onto your face. He works his fat cock roughly, and you can’t help but stare at him as he gets himself off. He’s mean to himself, and somehow that’s what gives you the last push you need to clench down hard around Soap.

This orgasm is almost painful. Johnny doesn’t let up on you at all, keeps hammering his cock into you, keeps rubbing just past the line of too-harshly, and it leaves you crying out. You collapse back down to the bed when Ghost lets you, face smearing cum into the sheets. You feel like every nerve is on fire - your clit especially - and you instinctually start to writhe away from the source of it all, from Johnny.

You hear Price laugh from the side. “Ease up on her, Johnny, you’ve got the poor thing running away from you.”

Johnny whines over your shoulder, digging his teeth into your skin and sucking. Your eyes roll back in your head as you’re forced into an even steeper arch, his cock bullying another inch inside of you.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Ghost grunts, and you feel Johnny pulled off of you. One second you’re receiving a fucking like you never have before, the next you’re left empty and open, legs still spread wide. You can’t help but whine a little, blinking teary eyes open.

Soap is begging from behind you. “No, no, no, L.t., please, I was so close, I can’t fuckin’… please, feel like I’m gonna die-!”

Ghost scoffs and you hear what you might think is a slap. You’re too focused on watching the way Price shifts Gaz off of his cock and up, then moves him like a doll so he’s leaning back agains the headboard and sitting up properly to look over your shoulder at Ghost and Soap.

“You’re gonna die, really Johnny? Stop throwing a tantrum or you really won’t get to come in our girl tonight.”

“No, sorry, sorry, I’ll be good, promise.”

“Then shut up and wait for your command.”

“Yes, sir.”

While the two of them argue, Price leans over to scoop you up by the armpits, wearing a sweet smile. He settles you on Gaz’s lap, knees bracketing his hips, then presses a dry kiss to your forehead. You wrap your arms around Kyle’s neck, leaning forward to nuzzle him as Price gives him the same treatment. His shaft rests perfectly against your cunt, head just poking at your hole.

“Bring him over here, Simon,” Price orders, stroking both of his hands over you and Gaz’s heads. As Johnny settles behind you he slips a hand down to your neck, forcing you to rest your face against Gaz’s throat and arch your back.

Price stays with the three of you still, using one hand to steady Gaz’s cock and the other to shift your hips, helping you to sink down over it. You both moan into each other’s skin, and you feel a little drool slip from your lips.

“Good, there you go,” Price soothes, petting your thigh and down to Kyle’s once you’re fully seated. “Now, stretch her out a little more to take you, Johnny. Don’t be too quick - I still haven’t had my turn.”

Price stays another minute or so to help you get used to riding Gaz, guiding you up and down in a slow, but filling motion. Gaz is just as overwhelmed with pleasure as you are, gasping and moaning against your shoulder.

Once Price leaves, you feel a finger trace around Kyle’s cock. You jerk forward with a little whine, eyes flying open to meet Price’s where he’s settled against the headboard.

“Just relax,” he soothes as Ghost settles next to him. “Let Johnny fuck you, yeah? You know he’ll make it feel good. Poor lad just wants to come.”

Johnny whines at that, almost an agreement, and you nod a little, canting your hips further back so he’s got more room to work.

The first finger has you moaning, head thrown back at the stretch. He uses the cum and lube from your ass to slick your passage, making the sound of Kyle fucking you even wetter.

Each finger he adds feels like it’ll split you down the middle. Johnny doesn’t rush you but he does move just a bit faster than you might’ve asked - not so fast that you safeword, but enough for you to notice the stretch. Each addition makes you moan, burying your face a little further into the safety of Gaz’s neck.

Gaz himself is moaning on every thrust. The two of you work together, him helping lift you up so you can fuck yourself properly on him. You can feel him sucking hickies into your neck, and the soft throbbing offers a nice distraction from the pleasure wreaking havoc on your body.

Finally, Johnny deems you stretched enough.

“Go slowly,” Ghost warns as Johnny lines himself up with you. Kyle settles you so you rest on his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt, Johnny’s head pushing lightly at your rim. “You hurt her, I hurt you.”

“I know,” Johnny grunts, sinking his teeth into the shoulder Gaz hasn’t claimed. He starts to force his way into your dripping hole, and the three of you groan in unison.

You’ve never been so stretched in your life - as Johnny slowly sinks in you’re nearly convinced you’ll tear. The pressure alone is almost better than anything you’ve ever felt, and you can’t stop the continuous stream of whines and moans as Johnny inches further and further inside of you.

Gaz and Soap are just as far gone as you, both of them grunting and moaning.

“Fuck,” Gaz pants, fingers massaging your hip to keep himself still. “Can feel you, Johnny, you’re so warm.”

“Of-of course you can feel me,” Johnny says, letting go of your shoulder to lick around the area he’d been abusing. “We’re fucking the same hole, mate.”

You bark out a laugh at that, but it quickly turns into a draw out moan when Johnny buries himself inside of you.

“Let us know when you’re alright,” Gaz says into your ear, voice heavy with need. “We can wait for you.”

It takes what feels like an eternity for you to adjust to the stretch. You rest yourself fully on Gaz’s shoulders, giving him your weight so you can just sit on their cocks. You take deep breaths to try and soothe the growing ache and get as used to the stretch as you can.

It must be several minutes later when you finally nod. “Go ahead,” you breathe. “I’m good, I can take it.”

Johnny laughs in your ear, the sound a little choked. “Attagirl.”

They find a pace that works quickly, Soap thrusting in as Gaz pulls out. The rhythm leaves you constantly filled, one of them always as deep as they can get. It also leaves them both in shambles, the rubbing of the other’s cock combined with your wet heat sending them into space.

None of you are capable of speech, just sounds pressed into each other’s skin. You think maybe Kyle and Johnny lock lips for a bit, but it’s hard to tell past the sounds of your coupling. You certainly don’t have the strength to do anything but lay there and take them into your body.

The way they work you over, one of them is always pressing against your g-spot. The constant stimulation leaves you whining. You feel like you might die, might just burn up into a thousand embers. Every inch of you feels overexposed, flayed open, and your cunt throbs.

You don’t need any pressure to your clit this time. Just the stretch of two cocks at once is more than enoug. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave - you can feel it growing, know it’s going to be catastrophic, and when it hits you feel dragged under

Neither Soap or Gaz let up as you reach your peak. In fact they only get more vigorous, losing their rhythm as they start to focus on just getting themselves off. You yelp when they bottom out at once, one of them managing to poke at your cervix, and the insticutal muscle spasm has both of them moaning.

Johnny comes first, panting and gnawing at your shoulder as he bucks his hips into yours. You’re convinced there must be red spots on your ass from how hard he thrusts into you, but even that slight pain just makes everything feel better.

Gaz’s orgasm is triggered by Johnny’s - feeling you clench down so perfectly on him, feeling Soap’s cock twitch and throb right next to his, it’s all too much. They’re both thrown off of that cliff edge, moaning into your skin.

By the time it’s over and you’ve all cooled down, the three of you are left just a limp pile of limbs, unable to do anything but be.

Price is the one who finally untangles you all. He grabs you by your elbows, drawing you away from Gaz and into his arms. You can’t help but wince and cry out when both Johnny and Kyle slip out of you at the same time, your hole fluttering around nothing.

“I know, I know,” Price soothes, laying you on your back. “You’re ok, deep breaths for me now. That’s good, doll, just like that.”

He hovers above you, stroking up and down your ribs while you slowly float back into your skin. When you finally manage to look up at him, he’s wearing a look of such pride that you can’t help but cry a little more.

He coos, swiping away your tears. “Pretty girl, you’re alright. Just one more, and then you’re done.”

You nod. “Want- want to make you feel good too,” you sniffle a bit, leaning further into his hand. “Can’t come again though, won’t feel good.”

“You don’t want any more orgasms?” His tone is a little condescening, but you just shake your head. “That’s alright, honey, you don’t need to get off. Just gotta lay nice and still for me, you can do that, can’t you?”

You nod as he tucks your legs up, pushing your thighs back until your knees rest by your head. The stretch is hardly noticeable with every other sensation wracking your body.

You feel his fingers pet around your pussy, whine when he glances over your clit.

“I’d hoped to have my turn with this little hole,” he hums, tucking a few fingers inside of you and rubbing. You hardly feel them at all. “But it’s too stretched out for me. Bet I wouldn’t feel a thing if I tried to fuck you here, huh?”

You whine sadly at that, burying your face in your calf.

“That’s alright. I know needy girls have to be stretched like that sometimes, it’s not your fault, pet. Just means I’ll have to use your other hole - good thing you have two, hm?”

He doesn’t give you any more prep, just rubs himself a few times and thrusts into your asshole in one long movement.

You’re so fucked out, it’s hard to keep track of his words after that. You can feel them rumbling through your thighs when he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, but they’re unintelligible. All you can focus on are the long, slow thrusts into you. Price drops nearly his full weight into you on every thrust, but each movement feels glacial.

He’s big enough to stretch you out a bit, to make sure you still feel the slight sting of something too big being where it’s not meant to be. It’s not enough to get you off, but the heavy weight and motions still feel heavenly inside you.

Eventually he comes - you’re not sure how long it’s been or what it is that gets him there, but you feel him jerk to a stop, then feel his come spreading inside of you. It’s a nice feeling, and you smile as you let your eyes drift shut.

“Thank you,” you hear him whisper, his whiskers brushing over your cheeks. “Thank you, sweet girl. Felt so good for me.”

Things exist in snippets past that.

Someone pulls you up to their chest (you open your eyes long enough to recongize Alejandro, go back to snoozing right after), someone wipes a cloth softly over both of your holes and shushes your whine (you think you see Ghost walking from the en-suite to the bed), someone lays their weight across your back (you feel Soap’s mohawk brush your arm), another over your legs.

You fall asleep like that, dogpiled in bed with your favorite men, all of you drained and sated. You can’t think of a more perfect way to spend a night.

#this one is only so long because it takes a WHILE to write penetration with 6 different dicks #wish me luck in these tags my god #kinktober day 17 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #soap x gaz x ghost x price x rudy x alejandro x reader #john “soap” mactavish x kyle “gaz” garrick x simon “ghost” riley x john price x rodolfo parra x alejandro vargas #poly 141 x reader #alerudy x reader #yeah? we good?#poly 141 x alerudy x reader #now we're done #bo writes

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reading roundup: May 2024

you guyssssss you guys you guys you guys I've been reading so much this month :)

sometimes my brain gets the itch to just DEVOUR books and it's really been on me, probably thanks to the burst of energy + free time that comes with the semester ending and summer getting started! the days are longer, the last of my season depression has been kicked to the curb, and I can spend hours reading on the porch every evening. the ideal!

right now, as the month ends, I'm feeling a particular hankering towards nonfiction and juicy new summer novels; I reblogged a Lit Hub roundup of new books the other day that got my brain buzzinggggg with excitement for the coming months. we'll see if that ends up manifesting in the June roundup, but for now, here's what kept me busy in May:

Paris Daillencourt is About to Crumble (Alexis Hall, 2022) - this month I read two romance novels picked by my beautiful patreonites; I did a compare/contrast between the two over on Patreon and I'll leave the majority of my thoughts there, but suffice to say that I am not a fan of Paris. definitely the weakest of the three Alexis Hall novels, and a real disappointment since I found the other two delightful. the story is straightforward enough and has some potential for sure, but Paris as a protagonist is a sodden mess who I found just insufferable. thumbs down from me, gang.

Chef's Kiss (TJ Alexander, 2022) - hi, it's the other romance novel. this one is a lot goofier than Paris Daillencourt, which is fitting since it's BA Test Kitchen rpf starring a bisexual Claire Saffitz and a nonbinary Brad Leone. it's frustrating because the story is definitely stronger than the one in Paris but the romance is piteously undercooked, although I was at least fine with the protag and her love interest getting together - they were boring but unobjectionable, unlike Paris and his love interest who I really thought would have been better off as friends. now that I'm thinking about it, you might get a perfect queer cooking show romance novel if you somehow mashed the two of them together. they're both, like, so close to working, but ultimately fall flat.

Delicious in Dungeon Vol. 4-6 (Ryoko Kui, 2018) - I don't even know what to say except that I'm still loving everything about Dungeon Meshi. the craft and thought that Kui puts into every facet of the world, from the big picture politics between fantasy races to the individual thoughts and feelings of each character, shows so much love for the world without ever being overbearing; it never feels like exposition is being hammered down my throat so much as little details are being tastefully arranged to be enjoyed at whatever speed and to whatever extent the reader likes. the world is getting bigger with each chapter and I'm looking forward to exploring more, especially now that Falin's hottie monster form and that good good catgirl have entered the chat.

Earthdivers Vol. 2: Ice Age (Stephen Graham Jones, Riccardo Burchielli, Patricio Depeche, Emily Schnall, Joana Lafuente, 2024) - once again I've done the worst thing that you can do as a comics fan, which is get invested in a series that's just starting out and is still releasing individual issues. the third trade paperback won't be out until December, so I guess I'm either going to have to go on hiatus with Earthdivers or start chasing down new releases on comic pirating sites, which feels shitty - that's how I read Batman comics that are the same age as me, not new stuff from authors I actually want to support! but Earthdivers might just be worth it. the second installment takes us to a wildly different setting than the first, Columbus-killing collection, dropping fearsome mother Tawny in a prehistoric North America. but while the setting changes, the series is still grappling with the question of what its protagonists are willing to sacrifice and who they're willing to become to change the past and save the world. we're starting to see bigger hints about how much history can be altered and catching some clues about the series' antagonist (???); I gotta know what happens next.

Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder (Caroline Fraser, 2017) - here it is, the book that got nonfic so powerfully on the brain! this is a riveting history whether you grew up on Little House on the Prairie or not (I didn't), tracking Laura Ingalls Wilder from an impoverished girl constantly imperiled by life on the prairie to a beloved icon of American propaganda. for me, personally, this hefty book really picks up when it gets to the endlessly complicated and frequently nasty relationship that Wilder had with her daughter when said daughter was grown; Rose Wilder Lane is a FASCINATING figure in her own right and I'm kind of obsessed with what a shithead grifter girlboss she was. fascinating stuff all around.

The Brides of High Hill (Nghi Vo, 2024) - Vo's series of Singing Hills novellas has always woven from one genre to another, exploring new types of stories just as our protagonist, the cleric Chih, explores new lands. this installation takes us straight into a gothic horror that pulls out all the stops: an isolated manor, an enigmatic madman roaming the grounds, the strangling snares of social conventions, and a blushing bride who isn't exactly what she seems. I read it in one sitting, it's delicious.

Superfreaks: Kink, Pleasure, and the Pursuit of Happiness (Arielle Greenberg, 2023) - a poppin' primer for anybody who wants to learn more about the world of kink and what the fuck is going on out there. at one point I did catch myself thinking that I was a little underwhelmed and that Greenberg wasn't really putting forth anything that radical, but then I realized that speaking extremely candidly about and validating interest in basically any kink or fetish imaginable, and yes I do mean straight up any of them, is actually A Lot for many people to handle. so, yeah, good book, check it out for a friendly and enthusiastic intro to the wide world of kink.

Sex Criminals Vol. 2: Two Worlds, One Cop (Matt Fraction and Chip Zdarsky, 2015) - the first volume of Sex Criminals left me feeling a little meh, but I decided to keep going because Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run was lifechanging and I know this series is pretty widely acclaimed, so I want to see where we're going with this. (plus it's free via the library, so what do I have to lose?) this volume really sold me on the series and particularly on Jon, who I was pretty lukewarm on initially. he really stole the spotlight in this one, and I like the way that the story is ratcheting up the stakes.

The Stone Sky (N.K. Jemisin, 2017) - GOOOOOOOOOD what a book! what a trilogy! in a series shaped by empires and natural disasters, the story ultimately ends with a quit confrontation of clashing ideologies, a young daughter determined to end the world and a mother equally determined that one of her children should live. and that shit hurts! I read the series a couple of times when I was younger but I was never before able to fully appreciate the work Jemisin does in crafting Essun and Nassun, showing us the way cruelty and fear have shaped both of them into the people they ultimately are and the choices they make. absolutely masterful, a legend.

From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World in Search of the Good Death (Caitlin Doughty, 2017) - this was another reread, and while N.K. Jemisin was blowing my mind, Caitlin Doughty was giving me a warm hug. I don't know what to tell you, reading about the ways that people all over the world care for their dead and take comfort in their memories makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. death can be really beautiful and comforting, if you're not a coward.

The Big Reveal: An Illustrated Manifesto of Drag (Sasha Velour, 2023) - listen, I'm not really a Drag Race girlie. I first heard about this book when Velour was a guest on Nicole Byers' podcast, and while I was very charmed by her I was not expecting to be blown away by her book. it's just a little cash-in for a Ru girl, right? all she needs to do is slap together some cool pictures of her in drag and a few platitudes about being yourself and boom bang, that's a book. but readers, I owe Sasha Velour an apology: this book was so much cooler and smarter than it needed to be! Velour brings an impressive eye to forces of colonialism and capitalism that shape art and conceptions of queerness, and keeps this framework firmly in place while keeping the tone of the book bubbly and lighthearted. she also goes out of her way to spotlight a huge variety of drag performers and gender nonconforming figures throughout history, celebrating all the different means of expression that make up the tapestry of contemporary queerness. a great read, and one that I've already shelled out for. a friend and I are working on a documentary exploring the nuances of queer style, and I know I'm gonna want to pull heavily from Velour's thoughts and the history she's curated.

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dating mikey headcanons

description: f!reader, sfw, school!romance, mikey being a dork, tooth-rotting fluff ♬♪♫

mikey in love is such an... odd experience. he's a textbook tsundere but in the strangest way; much like the contrast between ringleader mikey and the mikey that's around his closest circle, mikey in love would be just as much of a jumpscare.

i headcanon mikey has quite literally 0 experience in romance. nada. zilch. absolutely nothing. guy's always been for the boys (the opposite of a girl's girl; a boy's boy *shudder*); and while there likely had been a number of girls that had crushes and admired him from a distance, none of them had the balls to even glance at him too long, much less confess.

that's not to say the concept of love is completely foreign to him; he sees the way his homeboys get flustered around pretty girls, the way emma fawns over draken, and he's not stupid enough to not notice the adoration his best friend has for his sister. he knows it exists, in concept—just not in practice.

so when he starts noticing the way your hair falls over your shoulder in class (not that he attends much), how your eyes light up when you eat your favorite dessert, & the way he blanks out in a daze when you hold his hand for the first time after losing draken, emma, takemitchy, and hina (triple date!! or rather, the girls roped you into it) in a theme park crowd (because all of them had noticed long before the two of you), allowing you to tug him along as you please, completely pliant, he doesn't know what it is. your hand is warm and he is warmer, there's something blooming in the pit of his stomach and in his chest, and mikey feels the same way he had when kazutora hammered him with a crowbar, only twice as lightheaded.

he doesn't even recognize there's something different until you manage to hunt down the girls with their respective beaus and breathe a sigh of relief because finally you'd found draken and could hand over the compressed nuclear bomb of a delinquent to more capable hands.

and mikey finds, when you let go of his hand, that he misses your warmth; he stares at the space previously occupied by you, how your fingers had laced around his, secure and soft against his calloused ones; and he'd felt safe, for the first time in years, because he wasn't the boy-delinquent of the house or the leader of toman or a big brother trying desperately to fill in the shoes of his predecessor.

it's a collection of events that tick his mental checkboxes; how often he'd find himself staring at you (until you'd get creeped out by his unreadable, dead-fish eyes + how impassive his gaze was and made a face), how he had certain urges to win over your touch after that day at the theme park, or when you'd raised a brow at his bleeding knuckles and all it took was a single tap of your fingers over the broken flesh to have him starving, or how he had the inexplicable urge to bash baji's face in after seeing the two of you chat away in the corner during a toman hangout (he stared at the two of you all ( ⓛ ω ⓛ ) until you both sweatdropped & you stopped playing with baji's stupid hair (he had long hair too you know??))

i retcon that naturally, you'd be slightly more intimidated by mikey than any of the other toman members (not that you were particularly close to the group besides a select few and the girls), because mikey is, well, mikey. it isn't until he grows frustrated with your natural aversion to him versus the others (because why the hell did you seek out baji when you wanted to play hair and why didn't you yell at him when he did something stupid or grab him by the collar and scream expletives when he went too fast on his bike) that your dynamic begins to change.

mikey will neither confess nor woo you like a normal guy would. nope. way too cool emotionally underdeveloped for that. expect him to storm up to you pouting after he's through with being disrespected and drag you to his bike to give you a ride home instead. because baji is just as stupid as mikey (and one of the few people that are dense enough not to notice his feelings), he'll stress out an aggravated "hah? you pickin' a fight, mikey??" & draken knocks him on the side of his head while chifuyu facepalms at his leader's stupidity.

you're paralyzed with fear because this is sano-freaking-mikey whose bike you're strapped to, and it isn't until he revs his engine and bolts off without warning that you let out a shrill and cling to his back to avoid vehicular manslaughter

you're dating him from that day on. it doesn't matter if you yourself don't realize it or if he never spat out the actual words or how he tells draken and emma to stfu when they smirk knowingly at him and wiggle their brows (occasionally mitsuya joins in but he's not quite as insufferable). he will hog all your attention, drag you out of class to 'entertain' him (aka feed him or just lay his head on your lap to sunbathe (like a cat!! (but dw he's mindful not to do this on test days bc he doesn't want you failing))), climb up to your window at 3 AM like a friggin serial killer so he can cuddle you to sleep (he does this when his impulses are triggered; mans will literally soak in the rain until you let him in)

while you may have been oblivious to his advances before, it's not long before you realize the two of you are exclusive; mikey is pretty convincing.

it takes a month or so for his childish parts to come out. his boyish quirks, normally reserved for draken, take the form of more outward bluntness and tantrums; unnerving stares turn to tugs to his chest and whines of "pay attention to me", stolen scrunchies (they will never touch another hair on baji's head again), to pathetic cries for attention like walking up to you with his hair in a disarray or bruises he'd collected on purpose.

he loves it when you fawn over him. he once demanded you paint his nails and since then, you'd keep a bottle of black polish (he's not quite so fond of pastels) and handcream in your schoolbag to apply during passing period.

openly steals your hair ties, clips, jewelry.

super cringe but he would 100% ask for a bra strap bracelet. would wear it with pride.

get matching game pfps and lockscreens with him or you die.

you will always lose pocky games.

would be the type to steal your phone and take candids of himself/his friends doing embarrassing shit (best part is they can't delete it) for you to laugh at later

this isn't to say he doesn't have a protective side; mikey's bad with feelings, but he's the type to hide your face in his jacket if you're crying in public so you can save face/be open with your grief, listen in silence to your pain (when there's nothing he can beat up), and sit with you until you're stable.

will drop whatever he's doing and come to you in the middle of the night if you need him. then proceed to take you on a night ride to his favorite spots in the city to get things off your mind.

mikey's a boy's boy; he’s gotta be with a girl's girl.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #mikey sano #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #sano manjiro #tokrev #sfw #there's three cute songs linked under the music notes that I think describe this post hehe #tokyo revengers mikey #if ur taller than mikey (me too lmao) just pretend ur teasing him about his height in the pic

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anxiety-elemental-kay · 7 months

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And Take Away Its Pain: A Comparison of Masculinity, Trauma, and Queerness in Warcraft and Warframe

First, I want to shout out my friend Silriven at BluSky. (If any of you are mean to her I will Find You.) This thread she wrote recently reflecting on if/how she still likes Anduin as a character was what got me started writing this essay. She talks about the fandom response to Anduin, and the ways both the fandom and writers contradict themselves in discussing the character. The reason I wrote this essay is because I can think of another character and video game that work as a counterpoint to the way Anduin is portrayed.

Even before this specific thread, I made made a thread on BluSky comparing Warcraft and Warframe much earlier because both these games had major update reveals at around the same time. Not only that, but their content served as an interesting contrast between the different games' stories, and my own reactions to each.

The War Within[1] trailer and related announcements were revealed at Blizzcon 2023, around the same time as Digital Extremes, the developers of Warframe, held Tennocon 2023, which included a thirty minute demo of their next major story update, Whispers in the Walls.

For those unfamiliar with either/or World of Warcraft and Warframe, I’ll give a quick summary of the trailers.

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In TWW trailer trailer we see Anduin Wrynn sitting by himself in a desert. Anduin is a character the players have known for a long time, and last time we saw him he chose to disappear in response to a trauma he suffered in that expansion’s story. Here his face is dirty, he’s grown out a beard, and his hair is cut short. He has a vision of something that looks like a star calling his name. A second character appears, an orc named Thrall. The two talk; Thrall is calm while Anduin is angry and confrontational. They discuss the visions they’ve been having, how someone at “the heart of the world” is calling out to them. (Anybody who’s kept up with Warcaft's story even a little bit will know this voice is the Titan Azeroth, who lives inside the planet Azeroth.) When Thrall touches Anduin’s shoulder, Anduin has a brief flashback to when the ghost of his father touched his shoulder. Anduin draws his sword and declares “I’m not that person anymore! I have no Light! Not after what I’ve seen, not after what I’ve done!” Thrall replies “You are not your past, Anduin” and expresses his trust in Anduin, who struggles to not cry, and lowers his sword. Both of them experience a much stronger vision of the star calling for them, then Anduin accepts Thrall’s hand, and Anduin pledges to stand with him. They both express confusion at who could be calling out to them. (It’s Azeroth you dinguses!!!) The trailer ends with a cool shot of a giant sword sticking out of the desert, before switching to The War Within expansion logo.

Now, the Whispers In The Walls showcase was a full demo including gameplay, but to keep the comparison as fair as possible, I only talk about the opening three minutes [2]. You can see the whole showcase here.

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In the Whispers preview, we open with a cutscene. We start with some spooky eldritch speech, then we shift to someone the player will have heard of before, but never seen, Albrecht Entrati. Albrecht checks a beeping pager, and then an old computer, both out of place against the stylized sci-fi future setting of Warframe. He is followed by his feline companion. He gives his cat some pats, then he sits in a sci-fi casket, where his kitty also curls up. A second character, who we’ll learn later is named Loid, approaches Albrecht with his head bowed and eyes on the floor. Albrecht reaches up to Loid to touch his cheek, and wipes away a tear with his thumb. (Remember this moment, it's important for a point I'll make near the end of this essay.) Albrecht's dialogue is subtitled as (Quiet whispering). Then Albrecht lays down, and the casket closes. Loid raises a hammer as the casket makes loud sounds and lights flash, before he finally brings the hammer down to smash the casket. The screen cuts to black, then the gameplay starts.

Comparing these two teasers at the time, I thought about how Whispers was much more effective at building a story hook by creating mystery. Even if I limit myself to that opening cinematic, we have one character, Albrecht, who we’ve heard a great deal about and is important to the story, but we’ve yet to meet him in-person. The contrast of his 90’s tech and fashion against the more fantastical technology common to Warframe’s universe is stark and creates interesting questions. We’re introduced to this relationship Albrecht has with Loid. I don’t know who these people are or what their circumstances are, but I see genuine love and conflict. I’m already invested in learning more and seeing what happens to them. It’s a great hook! I actually rewatched that opening three minutes a few times while writing this because I have brainworms!

The TWW trailer is about creating a hook based on seeing where beloved characters are now, seeing what’s become of them when the player wasn’t looking. Azeroth the Titan is speaking to the main cast, which is clear to the audience familiar with the game but not the characters for unclear reasons. Anduin is still suffering, unable or unwilling to heal from his trauma. Thrall wants to him to come out of hiding. Anduin agrees to. That’s it. What’s the story hook here? Anduin seems to have gone nowhere in the years since he was last seen, and I have no sense of where his story (or Thrall’s, or Azeroth’s) might be going. I don't even know why Anduin changes his mind and chooses to help Thrall. What, just because there's another big threat to the world? The last one wasn't enough to bring you out of hiding? It’s just stuff happening, a general sense of vague Peril. I can't even get that excited about the shot of Sargeras' sword! Blizz should've thought to address that earlier, like, when the planet got stabbed! That was cool and exciting! Our planet got stabbed by Warcraft Satan! Then it's ignored for years until now, after people kept asking what was going to happen to it. The trailer tries to build a mystery about where the visions are coming from, but it's the Titan Azeroth, the players figured it out right away, there's no mystery. I don't have any reason to feel like the writers care about the story, setting, or characters. I’m left feeling nothing for any of it but a vague sense of disappointment.

Even more, the TWW trailer feels like it’s deliberately avoiding adding any details. Anduin talks about how he’s lost his Light, how he’s “not that person anymore” which is not a bad way to take his arc, but I can’t connect it to when Anduin was enslaved by the Jailer in Shadowlands. I know where his trauma comes from, but the trailer makes no effort to explain or expand on how those specific events affected him. I’m not even going to explain what any of that means to people unfamiliar with Warcraft because it doesn’t matter! In both dialogue and in visuals, the trailer gives little texture or meaning to what Anduin is feeling. In the Whispers trailer, I know Loid is sad, not just because Albrecht is leaving, but that he has to have a role in that departure. I don't know what happened to Albrecht at this point, but the emotional hook is there along with the questions about the story. I care because I believe these two characters are in love. Why should I care that Anduin feels he's lost his Light? I have no sense of what this loss means or feels like. I have no sense of what he's struggling with, or what he might face in the future.

Since those trailers were released, Warframe had its promised Whispers update, and I’ve played the full quest and leveled up the linked faction, which contained more story. While I know I’m being unfair comparing a trailer to a full release, I will continue to do so anyway because 1) I’m a bitter old faggot, and 2) the full story of Whispers makes the comparison between Loid/Whispers as a whole and Anduin/TWW even more interesting/saddening.

This is your warning that I’ll be spoiling the quest Whispers In The Walls. Eventually. I've got some foundation I want to lay first.

I found a tweet thread by Christie Golden, one of Warcraft’s major writers. She links a TIME article about a woman struggling to raise her son to be gentle and kind in a world that encourages anger and violence in men. Golden lists Anduin (among others) as an example of nontoxic masculinity in fictional media. In her replies she goes on to expand on her thoughts.

Here’s the tweet by Golden that stuck out to me: “Too often men and boys who gravitate to the gentler side are automatically perceived as being gay, whether they are or not. ALL men/boys should be able to display these qualities, just like all girls/women can be tough and fearless and athletic if that's who they are.”

What’s wrong with being perceived as gay, Golden?

To be fair, there is a point here about assuming someone’s sexuality based on their personality or behavior. That is nonsense, and assigning traits to someone based on an observer’s opinion isn’t good. I even agree that not all straight characters should be one thing and all gay characters should be another! The problem with Golden’s statement is the implicit bias, being “automatically perceived as being gay” is framed as something bad. Why shouldn’t straight men and boys look up to a gay character? Can they not see themselves in a queer character? Why?

This is another reason why the comparison between TWW and Whispers is so interesting, because Whispers is gay. Sure, there are people who will argue Loid and Albrecht weren’t in love, because no one explicitly says they were together, but if you’re paying attention that’s unneeded. Loid refers to Albrecht as “my Albrecht”, and later, in a diary entry, we hear Albrecht refer to Loid as “my Loid”. There's a moment in the quest where we watch a recording of Albrecht, and he says, “I need Loid to understand why I had to leave. Without him. Why I forced him to destroy the device after I had gone. And why I could never say the words he so needed to hear.”

If you listen to the codex entry “Albrecht’s Notes: The Aftermath” about what he went through after coming back injured from the Void, you get even more. Albrecht describes Loid as “crooning motherly” and how “Loid nursed me then” back to full health. His descriptions, and the voice acting, are entirely earnest. There is no sarcasm or veiled disdain as he describes Loid in these feminine terms. The affection Albrecht both received, and gave, was genuine.

“The agony bit deep, but it was clean. Blameless love bled up from me.

I had decided to live.”

Yes, yes, this section is partly for me to be snappy at the people in the Warframe community who insist Loid and Albrecht aren’t a couple. What I want to demonstrate here is mechanically how Warframe tells its audience these characters are in love without needing to spell it out. Why it’s reasonable (and valid) to interpret characters as queer even if they don’t list their labels on their bios, so to speak.

To bring this back to the character of Anduin Wrynn: while he’s never been officially portrayed as queer, his story, at least in its earliest years, very much was.

Though we don't see much of Anduin in-game early in Warcraft's life, his first story plays out in the supplementary comics and novels. There’s a conflict between who Anduin feels he is and who he is expected to be. He’s expected to become a warrior like his father, Varian, but Anduin finds wielding weapons difficult. He's unable to reach Varian's standards for who he should be. Instead, Anduin chooses to become a healer, in Warcraft terms he chooses the priest class, and focuses on spellcasting and support. At one point, as Anduin is about to leave home to go and train in healing magic, Varian reaches out and nearly breaks his son's arm in his attempt to force him to stay. Varian is horrified at what he's done, and Anduin leaves.

Anduin's story is literally about rejecting the traditional masculinity his father represents to pursue his own, alternative path. We see how the life Varian's lived, a warrior's life full of violence, has poisoned his relationship with his son, how his toxic masculinity was a destructive force. Varian’s story in parallel is learning to accept Anduin’s choice, and learning to understand that his son is still powerful and capable, even if he’s not “strong” in the way Varian himself is. In addition, Anduin is one of the few characters who objects to the war(craft) between the two player factions and wants to find peace between them. Anduin’s story was, in theme if not in content, very much a queer narrative! It's about challenging tradition and finding a path that's more true to who he is and what he believes in.

This was why I connected with the character of Anduin initially. I started playing Warcraft in late Wrath of the Lich King, after ICC came out. When I first met Anduin he had a default human child model, and he said and did basically nothing. Then Cataclysm was released, he got his own teenager model, and a whole questline to himself. Suddenly he was someone with agency, wants, and personality! And then Mists of Pandaria came out and Anduin got to be a major focus of an entire expansion!

Anduin was absent from the next expansion, but the one after, Legion, Anduin returned with an adult model, and his father dies during the story's prologue. While he didn’t get the same focus he did in Mists, in Legion Anduin still had a whole storyline about becoming king, accepting his new role, and making peace with his father's death. It's smaller than his role in Mists, but it's a storyline I enjoyed!

I’ve literally watched this character grow up in real time. It’s a powerful experience!

(Side note: there’s a lot that can be said about Anduin as a monarch, what kind of state head he is, how he treats his people, and is an aspect that largely goes unacknowledged in the canon story. I'll shout out Silriven again, this is a topic she's gone a good job of discussing before. I want to acknowledge this part of his character, but I consider it beyond the scope of this specific essay. I do think making him king, making him someone who extracts taxes and sends people to die in war, does have a major impact on his character, his masculinity, and how he processes trauma. However, talking about monarchy, even a fictional one, is its own topic and needs its own space to explore. It's something to keep in mind whenever discussing any major character in Warcraft who is also a major political leader.)

Through all this I would say I saw Anduin as queer. At no point does he express serious romantic interest in anyone, nor does he appear to be under any pressure to find a partner through either societal or political norms. The themes of his stories made me think he was gay, especially as the only other character he grows close to is another boy. Anduin was a comfort character for me.

This began to change in the expansion after Legion, Battle for Azeroth.

Anduin begins to wear a set of plate armor, looking more like his warrior father, and the role he once rejected, than the priest he chose to be. He leads his armies in a war that he used to be wholly against, a contradiction he never fully confronts. When he punches Wrathion, a childhood friend who reappeared in the last expansion patch, players responded with praise in real life. “Manduin” punched Wrathion, who Anduin claimed was responsible for his father’s death. Which he wasn’t, and can only be seen as responsible through a Five Degrees of Kevin Bacon type web. I'm not sure why Anduin says this, unless the writers wanted to either smear Wrathion or erase the history of friendship the two had previously. Or, maybe they didn't want to bring up any legitimate reasons Anduin might be angry at Wrathion, like abandoning him. If I had a nickel every time one person abandoned another to go on an ill-fated time travel adventure, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't much but it's weird it happened twice.

(Here's a tangent: Imagine if Albrecht ended up in alternate Draenor and/or Wrathion ended up in 1999. Those stories would've gone VERY differently.)

Since I’ve brought him up, it’s time to talk about Anduin and Wrathion.

This topic is. Divisive. In the Warcraft fandom.

Wranduin, the ship name, is something that appeared in fandom mid Mists when the two characters first met. Anduin was curious about who this Wrathion person was and set out to investigate. Long story short, their families had a long history of conflict, and Anduin had every reason to be suspicious and mistrustful of Wrathion. Was openly mistrustful of Wrathion. They continue to hang out together through the rest of the expansion.

This all leads up to a particular moment in the novel War Crimes, taking place after the main events of Mists of Pandaria. Anduin and Wrathion continue to spend time with each other in that book, playing games and discussing politics. When Anduin expresses how tired he is, Wrathion declares “I shall, if asked politely, take you on my back and ferry you to fascinating places, where we will have adventures that will age your father ten years in one night.”

I've never read any of the books myself, but I’ve seen this passage passed around online and it stands out to me. It feels genuine, two teenagers who are close friends but also bad at vulnerability and Feelings, making a connection and finding comfort in each other. I’m not even asking anyone to see a romantic angle to this, just to understand the emotions of the moment. It feels specific to them.

I was in the Warcraft fandom during Mists, I thought their relationship was interesting, and it could make for an interesting romance. Despite ideological differences, they were very much kindred spirits. People born into power who’ve also suffered immense loss of agency. Both were forced to grow up quickly, had their lives endangered at young ages, and both want to protect the world they live in, even if that means different things to both of them. That tension, the clash between their ideals and their personalities, the potential for connection and division both, was what made their relationship so interesting.

Then Wrathion disappeared for several expansions, came back in BofA, and the first thing that happens is Anduin punches him in the face. We never see them in a scene together after this moment ends.

It's worth noting that while Wrathion isn't human (he's a dragon in disguise) his humanoid form makes him one of the very few non-white characters in the main cast. They reintroduce him by having a white man, who was once a friend, punch him in the face. This is an action Anduin has never apologized to Wrathion for.

There’s another Warframe character I want to talk about briefly: Ticker. She’s a trans woman.

She's been in the game much longer than Loid and Albrecht, but like them, her identity is never explicitly stated, but at the same time it's unambiguous. She has a deeper, more masculine voice, has a masculine appearance (Old Mate rank spoilers, but if you know you know) while her body language is very feminine and she uses exclusively feminine pronouns and terms for herself. One her voice lines when you speak with her is “A person gets told a lot of things over the course of a life. Who they are. Who they should be. Amateurs, lecturing a professional.”

She is a trans woman, she has some of the best lines in the game, and I love her.

My greatest disappointment with Ticker is that she isn’t involved in the greater storyline associated with her zone. We do meet other good characters (Eudico in particular is a lady character I adore) but Ticker’s exclusion sticks out to me. Sure, one could point to Smokefinger as also being largely absent, but Ticker’s role in the story is to help pay off people’s debts so they don’t suffer more than they have to. This is something she has to do in secret (to her boss’s boss, not to the player natch) or risk facing harsh punishment herself. This could tie directly into the area’s larger story about a workers' union violently revolting against its hyper-capitalist overlords. Why isn’t she in Vox Solaris DE??? By the way, the player sides with the union.

(Side note: Blizzard is an American studio, while Digital Extremes is Canadian. I can feel a potential discussion of these two countries, labor unions, and these two games, but like the point about monarchy in Warcraft, that needs its own space. There's definitely things to talk about, but I'd need to do real research before I could begin to approach it.)

So looking at Ticker, then looking at Whispers, this update shows growth to me. Warframe is showing two men in love[3], both characters and their identities are treated with respect by the narrative and other characters. Yes, this isn’t the same as depicting a canonical trans woman, but I’m inclined to be patient and kind when I sense that creator(s) are earnest about portraying experiences that aren’t theirs. We all have internal biases we need to uproot, it’s a journey that will last our whole lives, and one that will inevitably end incomplete. We can all and always learn to improve our art, as well as our compassion and understanding of other people. For me, forgiveness for earlier depictions that were poor or problematic is easy when I believe the creator(s) are making a sincere effort. We all make mistakes, and we all grow. Hopefully DE will add another canonical trans person to their game who will have a bigger role.

I’m hammering this point home because I have never felt this level of sincere effort from Blizzard.

I know I’m comparing an middle-ish game studio to a massive AAA company, and I do not care. Whether it’s because of the writers’ cowardice or a producer’s mandate, Warcraft takes only small steps to be inclusive, while Warframe is genuinely trying. (DE also updated skin shaders specifically so darker tones would look nicer in their new lighting system!) It's things like this that make Golden's talk about Anduin being an example of nontoxic masculinity ring hollow. Only one of these games seems willing to engage with marginalized stories, with people who live outside of the strict roles we're assigned. The concept of "nontoxic masculinity" cannot exist if one is unwilling to engage with queerness. Allowing men to embrace more gentle behaviors also means not shaming anyone for being gay. Allowing men to do and be things that aren't the pinnacle of traditional masculinity means understanding and embracing that men can and will engage in more feminine behaviors or roles, and this doesn't diminish their gender identity. These concepts are linked.

(I know this is a very binary way of framing these concepts, but let me tell you, Blizz is NOT ready for that discussion.)

Warcraft has added gay characters or made some existing characters gay, but never anybody in the main cast, nothing that would get a major spotlight. Anduin could’ve been an easy solve for this, whether he started a relationship with Wrathion or someone else, it doesn’t matter! Having a major character in a game as large as World of Warcraft would've meant so much. Instead they hide their queer characters in secondary roles, in supplementary media, and made them into easter eggs in the game. Never major characters, never the focus of the story. Nothing they would, for example, show off at a major convention in 2023.

Moving away from talking about queerness for a moment, something that struck me watching the Whispers demo again is that DE isn't afraid to make their new character flawed. I don't want to say unlikable necessarily, because I did like Loid right away, but he's also rude to the established character traveling with us ("Resume your duties, construct!) and then dismissive of the player. He's supposed to wait for an "operator" to arrive at the labs, and thinks it's obviously not the player. By the end of the quest (which I'll talk about in a moment because yes it's relevant) Loid comes to accept that the player is the one he's meant to work with. When you level up the related faction in the full release, Loid eventually tells the player that his role was to care for Albrecht, and it would be his honor to extend that same service to the player. This arc is sweet and feels earned because Loid started so abrasive, the writers weren't afraid to make him abrasive, and even by the end I wouldn't say he's flawless. In fact, in the next update, Dante Unbound, DE has hinted that Loid will have to confront the established character he was rude to in Whispers. Loid feels like a person who's going through shit, in the way that people go through shit. Not with grace, but trying his best anyway.

I bring this up because one of the long standing issues with Anduin as a character, which has gotten worse as time goes on, is the unwillingness to give Anduin flaws. I wonder if this connects back to the point about the lack of specificity about his feelings or experiences in TWW trailer, why Thrall's simple "You are not your past" feels so strange, and why the trailer seems reluctant to acknowledge Anduin's anger as a problem. Anduin has, for a while, been positioned as a moral core for the game, the character who is primarily interested in peace for unselfish reasons. Part of the reason I enjoyed Anduin as a character in Mists was because, sometimes, he got to act like a shitty teenager. He'd be sarcastic or smarmy or do something objectively dumb, like run off to fight a major enemy of his nation on his own. This is especially true when interacting with Wrathion, which includes Anduin using the taunt "You're what, two years old?" To which Wrathion replies "Two in DRAGON years." It's very endearing! Look at these brats, they're believable teenage friends to me. Yes, Anduin is one of the few peace-seekers in the story, he tries so hard to be good and kind even to his enemies, but in moments like these he still feels like a person.

We could look at TWW and say Anduin is demonstrating anger issues, which would be interesting because, like in the example of almost breaking Anduin's arm, this was something Varian struggled with. Except it doesn't feel like the trailer recognizes this as a flaw. The moment goes by and is quickly forgotten. I can look at Loid in Whispers and I recognize where his bitterness comes from: he felt abandoned and so pushes others away. The one detail I did like in TWW trailer was the comparison between Thrall touching Anduin's shoulder, and Varian's ghost doing the same in the past. That moment felt like a trigger for Anduin, reminding him of that moment when he was so vulnerable, but also of his grief for his father. (Nevermind we had that story in Legion about Anduin coming to terms with his grief. Let's ignore that.) It's the most sincere moment of the trailer, but it doesn't follow through! As soon as the second vision dissipates, Anduin takes Thrall's hand and pledges to help. Why? Again, "because there's another big cosmic threat" isn't a good enough reason. What does he feel in this moment? Why did he change his mind now?

Nontoxic masculinity doesn't mean "flawless person". I would still say Loid is a good example of nontoxic masculinity, regardless of if or when he does engage in more toxic behaviors. I'd say as a character Loid is a better demonstration than Anduin of nontoxic masculinity because he's capable of self-reflection, realizing he did something bad, and correcting himself. One interpretation of events in the story of Whispers (because much of Warframe is open to interpretation) is that the local eldritch horror was feeding off of Loid's resentment towards Albrecht, and this was fueling its assault on the labs. Only in reminding Loid of Albrecht's feelings for him, specifically in a way Loid had been deliberately avoiding, can the player begin to take down the bad guy of the quest.

This is a great time to move to my last point about Whispers’ full story: the ending.

I know we can talk about ludonarrative dissonance about two games where the player regularly enacts mass murder and trying to square that with certain story themes. Listen. Hear me out.

In Warcraft, the solution to the final boss is always kill them. (Or arrest them in the case of Garrosh in Mists. In truth this was only a stay of execution). Part of this is the limit of always putting an expansion’s conclusion in a raid. There always needs to be a big fight in a specific kind of setting with specific player expectations. I wish Blizz played with this more; maybe we can only seal away the bad thing? Or maybe the goal is to hold something off while an NPC does a magical ritual that saves the day by some other method? I’m sure there are possible, creative solutions other than “hit bad guy (or his toes if he’s big) until bad guy falls over”.

How does the player save the day in Whispers in the Walls? I’m going to cover this in detail because it’s one of my favorite moments in the whole game.

You spend much of the quest fighting off The Murmur, constructs summoned by the local eldritch horror, called the Indifference (among many other names[4]) which is trying to break into the labs the quest takes place in. The final encounter, the story's climax, has the Indifference possesses a Vessel, one of many unfinished biomechanical giants Albrecht created and left scattered around his lab. The evil Vessel moves in to attack the player, who then possesses a Vessel themself.

The player’s Vessel holds up a hand, and we see a button prompt.

I'm stealing a point from another Tumblr user because it's great. Go read their post and the replies if you're curious about this particular moment!

This button prompt isn’t unusual. There aren’t many quick time events in Warframe, they're not a part of regular run and gun gameplay, but they do appear. If you’re like me, you’ve gone into the accessibility options and toggled button mashing off because wrists hurt. This prompt isn’t unusual to see for me.

But if you didn't use that accessibility toggle, you'll still get this specific prompt. It will be unusual that you're being asked to hold to interact with the scene, rather than the usual smash a button to make thing happen.

So you hold the button, the player’s Vessel reaches out, and when I first played I got excited because I think I’m powering up a big blast to destroy the enemy Vessel!

Then this happens:

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I encourage everyone who can to watch the video for the full effect, but I’ll still describe it here:

The background music is ominous, and as you hold the button there's a heartbeat sound. The player's Vessel slowly reaches toward the enemy Vessel. When then the prompt button disappears, the scene goes quiet. The player Vessel gently holds the enemy Vessel's face, mirroring how Albrecht did to Loid at the beginning of the quest. As the music changes to a calming vocal track, we see the enemy Vessel's face change, drop from aggressive to lonely longing. The camera backs away as the two Vessels slow to a stop, posed to echo that "memory of love". The camera switches to Loid, who holds a hand to his own cheek, then looks back at the Vessels. He understands the connection too.

This kind of thing isn’t unheard of for Warframe either! I'll keep additional spoilers to a minimum, but a previous main story quest, The Sacrifice, has similar themes. In fact, my favorite moment from that quest involves a monologue by a major villain about how he is literally unable to comprehend the idea of empathy or compassion. He doesn’t understand why the player character, in a moment of vulnerability and understanding, is able to do what he couldn’t, with all of his violence and brutality.

“And it was not their force of will - not their Void devilry - not their alien darkness. It was something else. It was that somehow, from within the derelict-horror, they had learned a way to see inside an ugly, broken thing —

— and take away its pain.” [5]

In a story where the primary antagonist is a mysterious entity called “The Indifference” we don’t defeat it with force. With hate. What’s the opposite of Indifference?

It’s old man yaoi love. We defeat Indifference with love.

I don’t feel like I was cheated out of a cool moment. I suspect some people did. It’s not like Whispers didn’t have cool moments! I’m not even going to argue that this moment was uncool, just that it brought up different and unexpected emotions in me! It was an interesting and affecting twist on how we expect these encounters to go. It’s moments like these that tell me that Warframe's writers, for all their flaws, are putting genuine thought and emotion into their game. They’re thinking about characters and themes, trying to follow them through even with the scattershot way that video game design demands writers work.

Writing this description reminds me of a moment in Shadowlands, the expansion that traumatized Anduin. It takes place in (surprise!) the Shadowlands, the afterlife of Warcraft’s universe. Thrall, the second character we see in the TWW trailer, meets his mother in Shadowlands. She died when he was a baby, and now that he meets her in these weird circumstances, they begin to create the bond they couldn’t have before. In particular I found this conversation they have touching. A mother who didn't get to know her son, and a son who never knew his mother, finally get to connect. “I knew who you were the moment I saw you,” Draka tells him, “Do you really think I would not recognize Durotan's eyes?"

“Come, I wish to know more of your life, all of it,” she says to him, sounding tired.

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It’s such a sweet moment, and bonus points for focusing on Draka, a woman who was functionally fridged prior, who now gets to be a character with personality and (some) agency in Shadowlands. It’s such a perfect demonstration of everything that could’ve been interesting in Shadowlands, what was and is interesting in Warcraft’s story, and what’s so often set aside or overlooked. Can they continue to have a relationship when the current conflict is over? Questions like this are interesting, but Shadowlands doesn’t engage with them at all, and it's poorer for it.

In Warcraft, trauma is aesthetic. Pain is aesthetic. It doesn’t matter what caused Anduin’s suffering in TWW trailer, all that’s important is that we know he’s suffering. We know he's important because he’s a main character and he’s sad about something. But, like, not sad in a way that would make him cry. That part is critical because we all know boys don't cry, right? That bias feels implicit in much of Warcraft's emotional moments. How much more touching would Thrall and Draka's reunion be if Thrall was allowed to cry at finally getting to meet his mom?

Loid does cry, at the beginning of Whispers' quest and during the story of the faction associated with the update. His emotions, and thus his story, feel more genuine and engaging for allowing him that vulnerability.

Warframe wants to engage with specific traumas, how they can make us bitter towards others, perpetuate our own and others’ pain. The point of pain is to understand it, because in understanding, that pain can be taken away. Warcraft has no interest in taking away pain, and it has no interest in understanding it. It’s not about emotional connection, because that requires a vulnerability and a capacity to self-reflect that Warcraft has no interest or courage to engage with. Pain is aesthetic.

Whispers is setting up a longer story arc for Warframe. At the time Whispers was revealed, Warframe was celebrating its 10th anniversary, and the previous main story quest wrapped up the storyline the game told from its release. In this way, Whispers is again an interesting comparison to Warcraft’s The War Within. TWW is also meant to be the start of a new story arc that will last several expansions. I know which story I’m excited about, and which one I feel nothing for.

Loid was a character I met for the first time last year, he immediately felt like a person, and I was emotionally invested. As a player I so badly want Albrecht to finally say the words Loid needed to hear. Anduin Wrynn is someone I’ve known for years, but is now a cardboard cutout. I don't feel compelled to follow his story because... what could it be? Warcraft doesn't seem interested in any conclusion or goal for him. He just is.

I have a lot of complicated emotions about World of Warcraft, as a game and as an influential piece of media. I played the game for many years, and it was an important part of my life. In many ways I’d say it's still a part of me, even after I stopped playing the game itself. Part of writing this essay was following up on some thoughts I shared with friends on BluSky, but part of it feels like exorcising a demon, or bleeding out poison. Part of me grieves for Warcraft, what it meant to me and what I thought it could have been. In Warframe though, I've found a place of comfort and compassion. In between all the space ninja nonsense and vast quantities of horrific violence the player commits, Warframe offers growth, and a way to let go of what hurts us.

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I'll take a moment and shout out an excellent video essay by Shaun on Youtube called Andrew Tate: How to be a Real Man. It's a great resource for a more general discussion of masculinity in the real world. The video is a criticism of Tate and his approach, why it appeals to some men, and further dissects what masculinity means, and what nontoxic masculinity means. (Is it an inbox full of pictures of Aragorn?) It's a good dissection of masculinity as a concept, and one I'd recommend if you're curious about the topic of toxic/nontoxic or negative/positive masculinity.

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Yes not only do I have my paragraph long asides I've now also added footnotes. This isn't a peer reviewed journal, you're not my mom, I do what I want!

[1] One of Warframe’s major quests is also called “The War Within” which might be confusing to a reader who knows Warframe. Don’t worry about it, I’m talking exclusively about the upcoming Warcraft expansion here.

[2] For bonus points, if you haven't played Warframe, go to 20:55 on the demo video. You'll see a logo and release date for Whispers In The Walls, hear the live crowd cheer, and the creative director will start to speak... until she's interrupted by something in the game. What you see and hear next is almost exactly as it is in the final release, including the music, minus an extra line of exposition from Loid. This wasn't just a stunt for the convention. I fucking LOVE Warframe.

[3] To be honest this is part of a personal measurement I use to gauge how queer friendly a work is: if they have queer women do they also have queer men? A good example of why I use this is Mass Effect. That franchise always had queer women and an option for lesbian romance, but only in Mass Effect 3 did they add one (1) queer option for a masculine Shepherd. I am a (nonbinary) lesbian so on the one hand I don’t want to dismiss all queer women in media as “pandering” and queer men as “valid”. It’s more of a guideline to estimate how willing a piece of media/creator is to transgress heterosexual norms. Depicting men who love men is seen as more transgressive than two women in love by the gaming community at large. The reasons for this are complicated and they all suck.

[4] hey kiddo

[5] I wanted to avoid spoilers for other Warframe story quests, but The Sacrifice is, again, an interesting point of comparison for Anduin's story. The Sacrifice is, largely, about a character coming to terms with his grief over the death of his son. If you see the whole video I link there, you'll see the player presented with three options: Wrath (We use this memory. It fuels our wrath), Acceptance (We accept this memory and move beyond its reach), and Emptiness (We return this memory to the Void and find peace in our emptiness.) I just wish Anduin's grief over Varian was, at any point, treated with this level of nuance and care.

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“The Hero and the Warrior were like the Sun and the Moon, a protective glow shining upon the world. Together, there was nothing that could stop the two of them, either in the Celestial Realms or on Earth”

“Like light, heroes bring warmth, hope, and friendship. But they also give life to the darkness”

Something something been having brainrot about how MK is a manifestation of the relationship between Wukong and Macaque and a representation of history repeated and learned from. He’s all of Wukong’s traits and all of Macaque’s fears reimagined in a new being, and because of who he is as a person, he walked the same path as them and didn’t lose himself in the process

It’s fascinating to me to look at the three of them because the show makes an excellent point of constantly comparing and contrasting them. MK is like Wukong but he’s something more light and a little less confident. He’s living in Wukong’s shadow with every move he makes even if Wukong himself isn’t aware. Macaque doesn’t notice this at first though and constantly hammers in that to him, MK is Wukong’s worst traits potentially repeated— and while it looks like he’s just taunting MK in Shadowplay, I think it was a little more than that. He’s trying to warn MK in his own way— “don’t become like Wukong”. He clearly thinks MK is a good kid, he goes out of his way to say it multiple times. And MK continuously proves him wrong, trying to convince him to join their side in season three even while Macaque is actively harming them, and then again when he refuses to leave Mei behind in the season 3 finale. Everything he does contrasts Wukong spectacularly even though (or rather, BECAUSE) he has the same characteristics

And by the end of season 3’s special, MK has earned Macaque’s support for it

(I’m so looking forward to the idea of Wukong and Macaque truly reconciling because Wukong’s gone through a lot of the smacks on the head that he needs to tell him he needs to take a different approach to the way he interacts with Macaque after all the mistakes he’s made)

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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party 4

Atomic Lusts

Somedays Krillin has to wonder if it was too much to ask that there be a little peace and quiet before the usual nonsense in his life decided to happen, like was it really much at all? But no of course not because there was always some higher power out there who could take out a whole sector of galaxy on whim with just a gesture or someone with a grudge (especially against the resident saiyans) coming out of the woodwork looking for their revenge. Case in point especially the remnants of the recently attempted revived red ribbon army and their latest act of bull which was how the resident former monk turned cop currently found himself shaking out the cobwebs. Picking himself up out of the remains of a trashed parking building floor as he shot deadpan stares at the offenders who’d up sent him flying here with a sudden ambush, messing up his uniform and his day.

If the Red Ribbon insignias on their foreheads weren’t enough of a give away of course, the fact their appearance just screamed androids would be plenty telling as this pair of twin robo babes looked like they came out of Hajime Sorayama’s wet dreams. Their blank faces offset by their stunning toned metallic bodies that seemed made to be either dancers or fighters with the muscle tone they had which he knew all too well from the kicks they’d given him earlier just moments before. One second he was on his patrol bike doing his rounds and the next, wham!! And from the looks of it, this duo were no doubt here to deliver some asskicking 101 just to draw out Goku because why not, right?

So here he was putting up the best he can in a two on one situation with the twin droids moving with a grace and flexibility akin to ballerinas. Their silky poise and stunning agility a sharp contrast to the harsh, swift brutality of their strikes as they literally and figuratively danced circles around him. What he wouldn’t give for some back up to help him out of this jam but little did he know that beneath their silent facades, their hearts and minds were different stories. As if the longer they found themselves fighting Krillin, the more they found themselves starting to feel quite strange, as if suddenly suffering the effects of some sort of digital virus.

Anytime they looked at his face, they felt tingles in their nerves as if whatever passed for hesrts inside them was being sent a flutter. Feeling less intent in wanting to rough him up and more like they just wanted to snuggle with him and feel him up from head to toe which was quite puzzling for the twins. What manner of logical paradox was this being caused by being in this runt’s presence? It intrigued yet confused them all at the same time.

Naturally this lesd to the twins attempting to uo the ante on their offensive assault with a co-ordinated tandem kick that sent Krillim flying through the wall and window of a hotel. His uniform damaged as it was reduced to rags and tatters, laying in a heap on the king sized bed as the Ballerina twins hovered and landed inside to follow up on their attack. Only to pause as the clothing damage inflicted had left Krillin exposing the full monty, their blank faces beholding the glory that was his cock and balls. Their databanks becoming overwhelmed with an influx of data in regards to sexual information and erotica as their core programming became overwritten by a new directive,…..to mate and breed!!

Soon as Krillin regained his senses, he suddenly found himself in quite the 180 from his previous situation as the twins decided instead of following through in their beatdown, they were suddenly assaulting him with pleasure. The chrome beauties sandwiching his cock between their shiny metal booties, twerking those buns of steel to stroke and jerk off that bitch-hammer. His length and girth as stiff as a construction girder as it pulsed and beat between those quite smooth asscheeks, pre spraying and raining in their sleek, polished skin. Their smooth faces blushing as they gasped and moaned, the unusual glitch urging them on to continue with further acts of eroticism.

With which they obliged, shedding their one piece swimsuit style bodysuits to seem more fully naked than they were before. Seems whoever mae these twins had no objections to making them as anatomically correct and close to a real woman as possible and they felt as much of it as they looked. Which Krillin was finding out first hand as he found himself fingering the Ballerina Twins, 3 digits each knuckle deep, their inner walls as slick, tight and warm as any organic sexually active woman. Getting soaked up to the wrist by the flow of juices as he planted kisses on their smooth, blank blushing faces as the duo internally wished they had mouths with which to return the favour.

Though while they couldn’t return the favour when it came to kissing or provide fellatio, most any and everything else the twins had on them in terms of their assets more than made up for it. From their quite skilled, silky hands stroking off his cock to massaging his muscular form from the neck down all the while they welcomed his own colouring touches and gropes. The sensation of his pre on their bodies seeming to cause this strange glitch to increase in intensity as the words mate and breed flashed through minds over and over. As if the very idea of actually conceivieng a child with this diminutive yet oddly charming and alluring human excited them more than fulfilling their long since forgotten original objective.

it was small wonder then that Krillin was soon finding himself fully penetrating the robo hotties with about as much intensity as he would give during his shoots for Double Z studios. He wasn’t sure which twin he tended to be in one on one, rare as that was as the Ballerina twins seemed to approach sex with him like they did fighting. In a synchronised tandem with their swift coordination as their blushing, smooth blank faces let loose with passionate, deep throated moans. Often sandwichung him and entrapping him with their luscious, well made and trained legs as they sought to not lose the sensation of his cock filling them, stretching as they experienced the peak of raw, primal sexual ecstasy.

How they loved it, inches of that meathammer stuffing and filling up their inner walls as it hit deep into their wombs. Their abdominal regions bloated with the swelling bump that signalled his reach and depth, the jiggling claps of their asscheeks and their tits bouncing with every impact. Their clits tingling with every heavy thud of those balls or that powerful pelvis pounding away as their bodies yearned for him to cum and flood their insides with his hot man juices. Relishing each, any and every moment when he did, their circuitry blazing with orgasmic electricity as their databanks became overwhelmed, seemingly altering and deleting their original programming and objectives.

When it was all said and done, 18 arrived in the scene to find her husband exhausted, the twins snuggling up to him and basking in the post coitus afterglow. The blonde bombshell looking bemused and aroused to find that once again her man’s raw rizz and magnetism for android women came into affect yet again. Oooh You knew for sure she was going to want every single, saucy detail of this went down but first she saw a juice soaked cock in need of a little tlc. Nothing was more delicious than her husband’s shaft soaked in a mix of his spent jizz and the sticky nectar of a freshly conquered bitch.

Sometime after this peculiar encounter, the twins had been brought to Bulma and her father for examination but in spite of their equipment and resources, nothing could be found out. Not who and what exactly they were or where they had come from besides the red ribbon insignias. But it was found that somehow their programming had altered itself due to the proximity of Krillin’s overall presence and impact on them, leaving them in a state in which they never wanted to leave his side. Bulma had to say she wasn’t all that surprised, the little man had that affect on women, especially androids…and rather reminded her of those hot, wild times on he trip to Namek.

So 18 naturally decided the twins had to be obliged which was how they found themselves occupying the apartment building right next door to where she and Krillin lived. Acting as the unofficial security presence and having themselves a nice cozy place with a view…right into the couple’s bedroom. And a generous dvd and Blu-ray library of porn from Double Z studios, staring one Don Juan Sanchez for those lonelier nights when they couldn’t enjoy direct access to their alpha male’s presence. Never let it be said that 18 didn’t have them covered when it came to their thirst and need for her man…after all, the more potential baby mamas to give Marron adorable little brothers and sisters the better….

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Galactic Lay-lines!!

Krillin wasn’t sure how he kept letting Jaco talk him into helping out on Galactic patrol matters, he seriously had to wonder if he had taken one bad hit too many with what he was dealing with. It had all seemed simple enough, salvaging some wrecked up space ship and finding a massive heavy briefcase among the items of interest which for some reason had a timer running on it. While he was keeping an eye on it, what should happen but for it to up and open, revealing a pair of naked twin women, getting an eyeful of their stunning forms as they stood up before him. Seeming to have no sense of shame or modesty which made for quite the view, as their heads tilted while looking him over with a distinc peculiarity. He could only wonder just what the hell he seriously got himself into and how he was going to explain this to 18.

Sometime after the salivate operation concluded, examination of intel from the ship’s black box revealed some key information regarding these twins, both sharing the name Melfina. They were a sort of special breed of what were known as Bioroids, a unique type of cyborg who could interface with machinery and act as the on board AI and navigation for starships. And it seemed they’d more or less imprinted on Krillin as their owner and master upon awakening and activating and he happened to be the first living being they saw. And seems they were taking quite a shine to him so what was that yamcha once said about how he had a thing for androids?!

So naturally 18 was having herself a Funtime, teasing her man and wondering if he’d made moves yet in the twins, being complimentary and quite appraising of the twins’ looks. They were quite a pair of stunners with curves and tone that would make a pornstar feel jealous and inadequate as the lighter skinned Melfina had a polite innocence about her while the darker skin one was more exotic and exuded a sensual confidence. He figured getting them jobs at Capsule Corp might give him some breathing room and space but of course 18 absolutely insisted they take lodging under their roof. It made him feel like that whole trip to Namek all over again with his Bulma went around in her tanktop and panties because damnit these two seemed to have no sense of modesty!!

From walking around in lingerie or seeming to take a page from Bulma’s book in the thong and tanktop department, to seeming to forget to lock the door when they’d be stripping or in the middle of changing or getting dressed or showering and bathing, it was hectic!! It was like they practically fall ted and wanted to show off to him, always in his persomal space, hovering around him and of course even when they’d be at work? He’d be getting surprise pictures from them on his phone, said pictures always being nudes because for some reason in their work at Capsule Corp, they’d integrate with the company super computer that involved floating around naked in a liquid tube, was whoever made this girls some kinky weirdo with some peculiar fetishes? And of course 18 was having herself a blast being their enabler, with her it was a matter of when, nit if they’d either make a move on him….or he just up and snapped and pounced on them like a caveman.

Then one evening, the answer to that little riddle came late at night as Krillin slept, 18 absent from the room as she claimed to be popping out to check Marron was sleeping safe and sound. The Melfina twins sneaking into his room as he slumbered, stripping themselves naked as they got in under his bedsheets. The compact stud groaning as he felt their hands caress his body, his sleeping shorts and boxers peeled as their Ruby like eyes gazing in sensual awe at his length and girth as they kissed and Ickes it to erection. Moaning and gasping as his scent and taste was intoxicating to them, their pussies gushing with a growing need and desire as thy commenced with a tandem oral assault.

Krillin twitched and groaned, silently grunting as he felt his groin become wet and warm under the bedsheets, cracking one eye ooen as he lifted them up. Seeing the Ruby red hazel eyes of the Melfina twins looking up at him with absolute sensual devotion and romantic lust as they kissed and licked his cock. Sucking and blowing on his shaft as they outright made out with it between their silky lips, hands massaging his balls or stroking what they couldn’t fit into their mouths. Little to no shame what so ever at being in the act like this, as they threw off the bedsheets to expose their fully naked, aroused bodies before him.

18 of course had arrived back onto the scene, a mischievous smile on her face as it was clear she was expecting to come to a scene like this. Looking on with voyeuristic lust and uninhibited arousal at the Melfinas expressing erotic submission to Krillin as was only a natural right for such horny bitches and alpha male absolute unit like him. Licking her lips sensually at seeing any doubt or hesitation give away to the fires of arousal being stoked by the horny twins as they began kissing and licking their way up his Herculean torso. Her hands wasting no time in touching herself all over as she waited the porno show that was about to commence.

Krillin wasn’t sure if it was the time of the night or how seriously turned on the twins had made him but he couldn’t stop himself from going salons with the momentum. His hands groping and touching the twins all over, their tits and ass amazing to the feel of his palms and fingers, their moans music to his ears. Whatever it was about them to at made them so into him, it was small wonder he couldn’t resist them as he soo found himself penetrating them, showing their virgin bodies the sort of experience a raw length and girth could help them achieve. Inch after inch of that womb hammering sinking into them, adding fuel to the fire of their arousal as visions of round bellies filled with life flooded their orgasm flooded brains.

How the Melfinas loved it, the raw primal passion and pleasure putting any fantasies they had of this moment to shame, their internal data library in sex couldn’t have prepared them for such a thrilling sensation. One sitting on his face as he ate them out while the other rode him cowgirl style, her juicy bubble booty clapping and riding as she rode that cock while they made out with desire and abandon. To being taken doggy style as she ate her sister out, licking away at her pussy has those big heavy balls smacked her clit, as if the twin shared a sort of feedback connection, able to feel and experience at the other did. And how 18 was living every damn secon of it, enough hat it was small wonder she decided to throw herself into the fray, turning this threesome into a foursome.

And so it went all long into the night and well into sunrise as Krillin and 18’s bedroom once again became a lewd playground for a new girl or two enjoying their Krillin experience. The Melfinas more or less coming to see and recognise the blonde deadly beauty as their alpha female of sorts which was a natural pecking order fact to learn and know. Long as they remembered that, the blonde would ensure they would enjoy regular access to their need for a fix for a good, hard fucking from their alpha male. Pleasant dreams of future encounters filled their wet dreams as they cozied and snuggled up to the lair to bask in the warmth of the afterglow.

Marron wasn’t sure how or why the two pretty ladies seemed to be walking on air but they sure seemed happy whenever they babysat her. And her mommy always seemed happy when they made addy happy so she was happy too, something about him did some magic for pretty ladies a lot. Her mama always told her it was something she was doing just for her and that she’d be thanking her someday and thst no force in the universe would ever stoop it from happening. Her mama could be a strange and funny lady sometimes but that was okay for her.

While the twins adjusted and adapted to their new domestic life and place in 18’s pecking order, far away in GP headquarters the r&d division found some peculiar information. Examination of the blackbox from the derelict revealed the twin bioroids were intended to be living compasses for a map to a secret treasure known as the galactic lay line. If word of this knowledge ever got out, the Melfina would be hounded and sought after like they were maps to a pirate’s treasure. Yet something tools Jaco that would never come to pass and with good reason too.

After all, it’s not like Krillin cared for or needed some ancient treasure like the Galactic Layline, hell if anything the living keys that were the twins were in safe hand with him. And to think, he secured the safety of the galaxy just by being the first living thing they laid their eyes on. They hadn’t expected or seen results like this since the annual peace talks with Blue Diamond of the Gem homeworld. Which did remind them, the next renewal date for that was fast approaching and the giant azure woman had requested an embassy building to be resdy sooner or later……..

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Master and Student

Android 18 may not have seemed it on the surface but beneath her cool facade, she was a kinky deviant of a woman when it came to her husband and their love life. To her, Krillin was the ideal man, an absolute unit alpha male sex god that it had to be a conspiracy from the universe that was keeping her from having had more than one kid from him. Oh she loved their little Marron certainly but damnit she deserved little brothers and sisters and 18 was going to see to it that she’d have an army of them which lewd to the second reason for her being so damn lewd. Because nothing got her off as much as a round of passionate sex with her man than having another woman experience thy raw, mind numbing pleasure as her Krillin proceeded to mate and breed with them.

It was simply a matter of arranging such encounter and finding the right sort of women who met a certain criteria besides being submissive and breedable of course. One method she felt was sure to get results was having Krillin follow in his master’s footsteps and become an instructor and teacher in martial arts. The charge for lessons ensured a little extra financial security and comfort but playfully advising him to accept and train just female students? That would definitely ensure her man would get some results, after all what pretty young thing could resist the lure and animal magnetism of her Krillin when being in constant proximity to him?

Now of all those who had signed up and stuck around so far to even be willing to endure the unorthodox but highly effective training regimen of the turtle school, 18 definitely had say that Ukitsu was a prime level candidate. The girl was a natural sponge when it came to martial arts and hot fucking damn what a body she had her on her!! That tomboy hairstyle, the rich dark skinned tan and ooh that oh so toned flexible body she had, made it so delightful to see Krillin struggle at trying not to stare at her, ogle her but ooh she could tell he was liking what he saw. Marron of course adored her and looked up to the prodigy like a cool big sister figure while Ukitsu thought she was the most adorable thing naturally. But of course there was another reason 18 found herself becoming particularly fond of Ukitsu, it seems the tomboy had quite the crush on Krillin…which for 18 meant she had a prime hot piece of ass for her man to tap.

So of course she was only too oblige the tomboy, giving her a few tips and a bit of advice on her to seduce her man, get him worked up in such a way that it would be assured he would pounce. From wearing more skimpy training outfits to her casual wardrobe showing off more skin than normal and that was just for starters. Then there was incidents like forgetting to lock the door when she was taking a bath or shower or was in the middle of hanging or stripping or how she just happened to barge in to do the same to him. Catching herself some glimpses of that massive oak tree he somehow managed to contain in his pants, which really made for skme quite vivid wet dreams to ah the very least.

Yet somehow Krillin did his best to remain a gentleman and a firm but fair teacher which served to frustrate Ukitsu a tad…yet also made her want him all the more. All she knew was, she needed just needed just the right method and moment that would have him mount her and fuck her a pornstar but the question remained, what could she do? Then she suddenly found herself having an idea….an awful one, a wonderful one, an awfully wonderful, wonderfully awful idea. One she knew was perfect to put into motion for her plan, to have her short king sensei rock her world.

So it had all demoed to be routine as they got up to begin their early morning routine, Krillin stepping out into the backyard to find quite the sight before him. There Ukitsu stood, basking in the rays of the rising sun which made her dark tanned skin glistening more so especially given that besides her training weights on her wrists and ankles…she was naked!! The short king dropping his jaw, eyes wide and bugging out as Ukitsu smiled nonchalant at literally laying herself bare before him, instead getting right to performing her basic warm up stretches. Giving her sensei quite the show as she used her limber ness and flexibility quite the sensual show of eye Candy.

Now he knew he shouldn’t be looking at this bu he couldn’t turn his head away from such a pleasing sight, eyes glued to to the nude girl who evoked herself to him as his disciple. How she moved and twisted herself akin to an eel moving through grease with silk and pose as she out a contortionist to shame. Especially and particularly as she performed a splits, leaning back and forth as the muscles of her backside flexed, her tits bouncing and rubbing against the cool grass and concrete. Her luscious booty cheeks clapping snd jiggling as he slit rubbed against the floor, mentally imaging herself riding the lap of her compact sensei as the nectar flowed.

And she knew full well Krillin was staring, ogling her as she shot a look over her shoulder at him. Giving him a wink and a smile as she blew a kiss his away, sensually licking her lips at the circus tent he was now pitching in his pants. It was clear she was having an effect on him, as she courted him like a bitch in heat desiring a raw, virile alpha male to mount and breed her. To her, her sensei didn’t need her to be just a skilled and devoted student, he needed her to be a baby factory to give him generations of future warriors, the very idea a regular wet dream for her.

Such desire was overwhelming Krillin as his normally rational thought process found itself taken over at the helm by his libido, seemingly shifting into a caveman like mindset as he dropped his pants, boxers and all. Ukitsu grinning with erotic delight at seeing Krillin’s length and girth fully exposed, twitching and pulsing as it shared the same need and thirst her pussy had for wild, passionate fucking. The talented grappler gasping and moaning as she felt that slab of meat smack her ass, sandwiching between her booty cheeks as they began to bump and grind together. There was no doubt their usual training routine was going out the window, instead today’s agenda was going to be about fucking like beasts in heat and making babies as Ukitsu felt her arousal skyrocket with every sting of pre spraying onto her caramel complexion.

There was no need or any cause for foreplay, not when their minds and bodies were already in such a primal state of desire as they got right down to fucking. Ukitsu’s very being blazing with the raw fire and electricity of passion rocking her from head to toe as her sensei kept her in her splits pose, pinning her down as he fucked her deep and hard, inches if his glorious bitch pleasure ensuring the muscles of her pussy would memorise his cock’s shape. All so no man would never so much as mean anything to her, not that she wanted them to, an ahegao on her cute, exotic face as her eyes glowed with lust, braining drowning in orgasmic pleasure. But nothing would be more exquisite bliss than the moment he would cum inside her, flooding her womb with his seed to ensure she’d have some sweet little warrior buns cooking in her oven.

But of course when he did finally blo his load, she didn’t want it to end there, after all he was still so hard and like a good devoted student, she was still ready to go and eager to please her sensei. Mating press, Amazon press, cowgirl in forward and reverse, doggy style, prone bone, Ukitsu knew she had chosen the ideal man to give her virginity to, as he taught her the art of sex and lovemaking as was the most natural hands-on way for a man and a woman. Their bodies pressing together in an unending embrace, skin on skin as they deepened their bond of student and teacher with passion and lust, the grappling genius providing not only her womb but her as and her mouth for his pleasure. From sunrise to sunset to doing it in the backyard and inside the house, for what Ukitsu intended and hoped wouldn’t be the last time they “trained” like this together.

18 of course was checking all the progress of this intimate encounter on her phone via her secret cameras hidden about the house as she was currently enjoying a little gals day at Capsule Corp. Marron being looked after in the daycare wing as she showed off to Bulma, Videl and Chichi like she was want to do. Just the awe struck expressions on their faces was delicious for her as she relished and applauded Ukitsu for seizing such initiative. And of course she knew Ukitsu wouldn’t be the only female disciple eager to devote themselves to Krillin like this oh no.

Yes she could see it, a little martial arts school devoted to training and learning under her man and offering their bodies to him with the goal of baring his children. Yes it’s no wonder her and Krillin only had one child because she knew the universe fears the potential an army of kids from them would have. But they wouldn’t and couldn’t stop her from having Krillin sow his wild oats, oh yes, with the students alone, he’d have enough buns cooking in ovens. And so many future little brothers and sisters all for their Marron to love and spoil. There would an army of Krillin babies and they would be glorious…….

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@positively-peachy-143 Actually been dying to answer this question tysm<33 Also I apologise for the ramblings, it will probably happen again

5) The pre-rumble scene

Underrated scene, we need to talk about it more. This is the first proper glimpse we get of the gang and their dynamics since Pony was jumped, outside of Pony’s recounting, and it’s just a very fun scene that’s constantly contrasted by the seriousness of the impending rumble.

The juxtaposition between Pony’s desire and desperation to fight, to prove himself as a greaser and man, to prove a point against the Socs, to help out the gang, and the nagging feeling of ‘wrongness’ as realisation dawns on him that fighting and violence is pointless (later hammered in by Johnny before his death). The positioning of this scene as right after Pony has already talked to two Socs and no longer despises them or sees like as an ‘other’ is also important.

We get more depth into the individual characters (including quite a bit of Steve which was nice considering that he plays a small role overall) as Pony asks them why the fight and concluding the only good reason to fight is in self-defence.

4) The Final Curtis brother argument and aftermath

I really like how we see that even though Darry and Pony did resolve their first fight, expressed their care and have grown to be more understanding towards each other, this doesn’t immediately mean that they are fine forever. They’re still two fundamentally different people with enough similarities that lead to them clashing.

Sodapop has constantly been a mediator and seen as someone without problems or worries. This is the first time we see him as an actual person who always had problems and worries but pushed them away because he couldn’t support Darry and Pony if he was too wrapped up in himself. We see how everything has taken a toll on him and leads to him breaking down and opening up.

And this is the catalyst that finally causes Pony and Darry to understand each other and, whilst they always will have their point of differences, they promise to try to be better for each other and Soda

3) Johnny’s Death

The character death of all-time, I have cried over it and will cry over it again.

The way this takes place after the rumble, which Dally had dubbed in Johnny’s honour. There’s this frantic energy and tension throughout it all, especially with Dally who joins in last minute and immediately grabs Pony to rush to the hospital. Dally gradually becomes more erratic as he rambles to Pony about how he should’ve let Johnny become tough, implying his belief that it’s his fault, and advising Pony to become a ‘Dally’, so tough no one could ever hurt him.

And yet when they get to Johnny’s room, Dally’s devastatingly soft and cautious, telling Johnny that they won the rumble, the rumble Dally wanted to fight for Johnny. And yet Johnny rejects fighting and violence. Dally telling Johnny he’s proud of him, which was all that Johnny wanted. Having already accepted his death as a just exchange for the lives of those children and knowing Dally is proud of him, Johnny’s final act is to ask Pony to ‘stay gold’. It’s a plead from a dying boy to his friend to not let the world change what’s good about him, his softness and ability to love a world despite of its cruelty, and it hits every single time.

Dally’s final exchange with Johnny, as he goes through all these conflicting emotions, begging Johnny to not be dead, tethering the edge of break down. But boys like Dally don’t cry or feel vulnerability. They’ve forgotten how to. So instead of breaking down, he blows up. He’s always been akin to a ticking time bomb, self-destructive and destroying everyone around him. And now his time is up. (This allows paves the way to the line ‘Johnny was the one thing Dally loved. And now Johnny was gone’ and I need to mention it at least once a post)

2) Ponyboy, the Socs and the glass bottle

This is arguably the most important scene in the entire book. The Outsiders is about growing up in a society that dictates who you should be according to its standards. It’s about how the system breeds resentment between different people all the while oppressing and subjugating them all.

Ponyboy’s someone who knows and wants to live up to society’s expectations but always falls short. But the events of the book have shaped Pony into someone who could become ‘tough’ as he has always wanted and been expected to. From someone who could never use the a glass bottle, he ends up threatening the Socs himself, to the shock and dismay of Two-Bit.

And yet, Pony remains true to his statement; ‘the only good reason to fight is for self-defense’. When the Socs stop bothering him, he disposes of the glass bottle and its shards, so that nobody can get hurt from it. He’s no longer that helpless kid who couldn’t hurt anyone but instead someone who chooses not (mirroring Johnny’s advice rather than Dally’s)

1) Johnny’s letter

I don’t have too much to say despite this being my favourite scene. It gives us and Pony some closure to Johnny’s death but more importantly this is the catalyst to Ponyboy deciding to write the Outsiders.

Johnny dies knowing the world can be good and beautiful despite its cruelty and pain, and sees this in Ponyboy. He asks Ponyboy once more to remain ‘gold’ and to prove to Dally this sentiment. Pony laments that it was too late for Dally, that even if he hadn’t died, he still wouldn’t have listened.

And then it hits him that there must be so many Bobs and Johnnys and Dallys in the world, and how big a problem it was and that someone had to something about. It’s just such a great scene GOD-

#I apologise for the ahift in quality half-way I’m a little fuzzy rn #the outsiders #johnny cade #dallas winston #se hinton #ponyboy curtis #dally winston #sodapop curtis #darrel curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #darry curtis #curtis brothers #the greasers

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What’s ur opinion on aqua and kanas relationship? I genuinely feels like they are going to platonic route and kana will soon get over her little crush on aqua and be genuinely good friends until the end. I have never gotten romantic feelings vibes from aqua when he’s with her.. yeah kana has lots of romantic moments and panels with him but it feels one sided and innocent compared with aquas relationship with Akane? Idk but I’m curious to what you think

I feel like this is the question. Where exactly does Aka intend to take their relationship?

Because, on one hand, I feel like the manga is written in such a way that it wants you to think it is romantic. It uses the subtlety of a hammer, the most low-hanging fruit possible (like characters continuously commenting on Aqua's feelings for Kana even when they spend dozens of chapters without interacting), in order to get the reader to assume Aqua has romantic feelings for Kana.

And it's even easier because after reading a few manga/watching a few anime, you come to recognize that when a girl is essentially said to be the light to a boy's darkness, it's safe to expect romance from that trope.

But the thing is, this all kind of falls apart when you take a closer look at the manga, because why are all the big scenes with Aqua going to Akane? Why have Akane and Aqua received so much development while Aqua and Kana have barely developed beyond Chapter 40?

So either Aka is going the route where the intended love interest is left on the sidelines, doing nothing of value until the end is near, and ends up with the main character simply because that's the character's entire purpose.

Or we're not supposed to take their relationship at face value. Considering how good Kana's character is, I feel like this option is the better deal out of the two.

This leads me directly to your question, because I do think that Aqua's feelings actually being platonic is the most interesting route and the one that gives more depth to the story. After all, it would also resolve the hanging question of: What exactly did Aqua feel for Ai? Because it seems pretty clear to me that Kana is his Oshi in very much the same way Ai was.

Pretty much everything Aqua is said to like about Ai, you can apply to Kana.

How cute she is? Check.

Her adorable ego? Check.

How tough she is? Check.

Her frank personality? Check.

Standing out? Check.

And of course, the way she shines? Check.

They're both even compared to the sun!

Even when Aqua describes Ai as his ideal girl, you can apply everything he says to Kana. So his feelings for Kana are intrinsically tied to whatever it is that he feels for Ai. Needless to say, Aqua's feelings for Ai falling firmly in platonic territory would be the best outcome for more reasons than one lol

Even then, maybe Aka wants to show both feelings being very similar but different all at once? Like having a "romantic" Oshi and a "platonic" one?

Could be, but according to this interview, Aka seems to see "Oshi" in a strictly platonic sense. He says that "Oshi" is a mentality where the fan does not want to have romantic feelings or ulterior motives towards the one they support, and that they just want to genuinely support and root for the person.

This isn't the first time he explores that concept either, he did the same thing in Kaguya-Sama and even used the exact same word to describe the girls' romantically-coded yet very much platonic feelings for the boy: Oshi [推し]

This is how he explained it:

With this mind, it's interesting to look back at the Love Now arc and at the First Concert arc, because there seems to be a clear contrast between the two.

Aside from this moment in Chapter 1, the nature of Goro's/Aqua's feelings for Ai was never questioned. At the contrary, he was deeply troubled by how inappropriate it would be for him to see her naked, etc., thus supporting that the "emotions driving his fandom" were indeed as pure as he claimed them to be.

When Love Now happens though, we see Aqua questioning what Ai was to him, and also referring to her as his first love only to admit that he doesn't actually know if it was romantic love at all.

So in Love Now, the focus was on romantic love, and Aqua only starts to seriously give this some thought after Akane starts playing her "Ai" character.

He concludes that his feelings for Akane aren't the same he harbored for Ai, and this in turn allows him to make a very clear difference between Ai and Akane in his mind, so that everything he feels for her from there on out doesn't have Ai's lager than life shadow hanging over it. This is why he is shown giving his feelings for Akane so much thought afer he thinks his revenge is over: because he doesn't have anything to compare them to.

Meanwhile in the First Concert arc, despite the romance, the focus is actually on being a fan (thanks to @miko-ishi for bringing this up to me).

It's not a coincidence that while the climax of Love Now involves Aqua kissing Akane, the climax of the First Concert literally involves Kana saying she'll be Aqua's "Oshi".

That arc also showed that while Ai performed because she wanted somebody to love, Kana performs because she wants to be loved. This is why she only shines when Aqua acts as her motivation, because unbeknownst to her, he has become the fan she has always been looking for. Someone who looks at the actual her, someone she can give it her all on stage for.

Romance doesn't need to be involved there, and I think this would explain the reason why Aqua's relationship with Kana has hardly developed since then. I think Aqua's feelings for Ai are very ambiguous to him, to the point he may even misinterpret them; and if he has misinterpreted his feelings for Ai, it is very likely he has done the same regarding his feelings for Kana for all the reasons mentioned above.

The series hasn't reached the point where it can truly have an introspection about what Oshi means to the narrative, and I feel it's only then that it'll finally address the true nature of Aqua's feelings for Ai and thus of his feelings for Kana.

All this to say, it could go either way. Either we're supposed to take it at face value, or we're supposed to ask ourselves questions. In either case, I personally would love for them to go the platonic route, because I feel this is the route that provides a deeper reading of the manga and its themes lol

#okay this got way longer than intended #not sure how to tag this either #aquakane #onk asks convos #fandom: onk #me: onk #my aquakane meta #me: aqua and kana

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The Effect of Mistletoe

TW: Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: A kiss beneath the mistletoe results in feelings and tensions to be explored.

WORD COUNT: 1900

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Anonymous asked:

Hey can I request JJ maybank x reader, where The pogues are trying to get you and JJ together by mistletoe. After you confess your feelings, Him and you sneak off. Lots of smut and JJ taking care of yours and his needs. Thank you, love your writing x

*THANK YOU SO MUCH! I WAS WAITING FOR MISTLETOE REQUEST LOL. HOPE YOU LOVE IT! THANK YOU FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT XO!*

The Effect of Mistletoe

“Subtle, Kie…” JJ scoffed as his eyes cast overhead to the mistletoe set perfectly between you and the blonde surfer. With a blush developed over your cheeks, you had exposed a secret attraction to him he had suspected but not verified until now. It was enough to spark excitement behind his own irises, softening in their usual blue hues.

“Let’s just humor them to get it over with…” You explained as his eyes fell immediately to your lips in the same way yours had to him. Since you could remember, you were not only curious, but almost desperate, to know his kiss. You’d seen him carry those same lips carelessly over the mouths of tourons and further pogues alike, but this would be different as it was with feeling. You could tell as he hadn’t hit on you as he would with him. He didn’t want to risk your rejection but also didn’t shy away from his sexualized comments and longing glances, wherehas you were more reserved in your affections.

“Wouldn’t want to break tradition…”

“Since when do you give a shit about-” John B tried to comment as Kiara was quick to wrap her hand around his mouth as her and Pope and tried for the last two weeks to break this tension boiling between you two. It was enough to silence any conversation trying to gain either of your focus as you would just steal glances from each other, not exactly acting on it, but keeping that intrigue limited to such exchanges.

“Proceed.” Pope glared towards John B, who rolled his eyes, while JJ moved closer to you.

“This okay, princess?”

“I guess if it had to be anyone…”

“Anyone else in mind?” He asked, his eyes finding yours and suddenly leaving you to feel exceptionally vulnerable. This was because this would rival everything that contrasted this prior. There wouldn’t be a way to explain away the awkwardness behind sexual tension as it would be acted on. And it was a risk you could now easily silence over the excitement of what it could also bring behind relinquishment.

Close enough to feel his breath on your lips parted in anticipation, you offered a teasing shrug as he licked his smirk into a part.

“Because there’s nobody else I’d rather have here…” This was reason enough for you to initiate the kiss, your arms joined into an interlaced rest at his neck as he smirked into your eagerness.

“I think our job is done here…” Kiara spoke proudly as John B shook his head.

“Do you two really have nothing better to do than play matchmaker?”

“Consider it our Christmas charity-” Pope’s voice faded along with the steps of the two other pogues as JJ’s fingers were quick to move to your hips, pulling you even tighter into him. It was enough to feel how his body was already responding to you. A fast pulse at a hammering beneath his strong torso, a desperation behind a kiss and a hold of equally passionate ambition, and a sudden rigidity against your stomach and jeans as this validated his want if anything else had left it to question.

But in the same way you took in the responses of his body to you, he had done the same to you. Your quick breath and rise and fall of each strained breath offered a reason behind his grin while you directed the kiss itself. Those laced fingers fell loose at his shoulders and eventually through his messy flaxen mane, before it would be his tongue to deepen the kiss further. He would pull apart just long enough to validate your friends were absent from the room, before he walked you to the wall at the beginning of the short hallway.

“Do you want this, princess?” You slowly nodded.

“Wasn’t sure until you started whimpering a little for me,” Your lips parted to the pad of his thumb worsening this distance, “But I want to hear you say it…just to make sure you weren’t imagining someone else under that silly little decoration…”

“You, JJ…just you…” But when you appeased him, you had expected him to close the remaining distance between you. Instead, he would only drag his touch from your lip and down to your hip, teasing the fabric of the jeans at your waist.

“Are you just saying it because you’re wet? Sorry…” He moved his second hand to your cheek to pull your hair away, leaving his lips behind as his breath was hot to your ear, “I meant soaked.” Your eyes rolled as this was certainly made true now, that delicate cotton ruined by his words.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, J…” You confessed.

“That’s all I needed to know-” You were lifted upwards at the wall, taken into the closest bedroom and used to close the door. But the second his lips returned to you, your same was done to the soles to the floor.

“How do you like it?” He asked as you bit your bottom lip, using this as an excuse for dominance. But as you began to direct your hand at his chest, he took hold of your wrist. He used this new hold to pull you into a spin and set you at the very edge of the bed. But he wouldn’t set you flat quite yet.

“I haven’t even done anything but kiss you and you’re already shaking…” But he suddenly realized the reason behind such tremors, “Do I make you nervous?” You nodded as he smiled, your eyes narrowing to his reaction.

“Good…so I’m not the only one who is then…”

“Why are YOU nervous?” You couldn’t help but ask as he took your face between his hands.

“Because I want to be perfect for you. This isn’t just a one time thing for me…not a booty call or a one night stand, I’ve had enough to know-”

“J-”

“Right, sorry…I just mean, I want it to be right for you..I want to be right for you.” You set a soft kiss to his lips before dragging him slowly over you as your back collided with the mattress.

“Then please just don’t stop touching me.” He nodded, leading your legs slowly to his hips as he teased the button of your jeans loose.

“If anything is too much-”

“I can take it.” He cocked his jaw. But to your eager ambition, he would scoff, lowering over you with a fist of your hair making you gasp as he pulled you just gently forward.

“You might think so…but princess…You need to be dripping so I don’t hurt you-”

“I-I am…” He smirked, pulling your jeans clean off of your legs in a graceful sweep, before setting his hand into your panties.

“You think that’s enough for how deep I’m going to be? How loud I’m going to make you?”

“Please, JJ, just-”

“I want to take my time, sweetheart-”

“Next time…Please…” You begged, pulling at his shirt as he allowed you to remove it, before he returned over that hover over you.

“No, sweetheart, because next time, I won’t have to be nice-”

“THIS is you being nice?”

“Sweet maybe.” He corrected, moving down to his knees before pulling you over his shoulders. His eyes remained on you as he began this lower oral fixation between your delicate folds. His tongue began to circuit your clit before devoting to quick flicks as you rode into his motions.

“You taste so good…better than I thought-”

“JJ…”

“You want me?” You nodded as he licked his lips. “God, I’ve never wanted anyone this fucking badly…” You bobbed your head more desperately in agreement.

“Please…” He took your hand and led it between your legs, forcing you to collect your own slick before using it to coat his cock.

“Do you think you’re wet enough to take all of me? Because I don’t think I’m going to be able to go as soft as you deserve-”

“Don’t, please…I want to feel how badly you want me, JJ…” He smirked.

“Even if they hear you?” He asked, their silhouettes visible from your rival side of the window as you both grinned.

“Guess it’s what they get for the mistletoe…” You shot back, looking back to find him having observed you in a way that was more than lust.

“What?”

“You’re just so perfect…” He kissed you softly, using this kiss as a guise before penetrating slowly into you, “But I can’t wait another second…” You nodded, nails eating into his shoulders as he began a rhythm inside of you. Your body was starved for his motions, your moans and your hips meeting him in waves verified this for him. And still, he continued. His body controlled yours as you were rutted into the bed, his grip tightening into the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, you’re going to ruin my reputation by making me come so fast-” You bit your bottom lip.

“You planning on being with anyone else?”

“Not after this…FUCK-” He chuckled following a scoff of disbelief as you nodded.

“Good.” You clenched purposely around him as he growled into your neck, pulling you into a straddle.

“I want to watch you…ride me.” He ordered sweetly as you nodded, moving over him with flat palms to his chest.

“Use me, sweetheart…use me to make you feel good for me…Oh shit…oh goddamn…” You took control with what he would allow, your motions bittersweet as he was too great to enjoy the moment as your release was close. You slowed for this, watching him scoff in realizing this, only to pin you on your back again.

“You want to come?”

“I don’t want it to stop…”

“Good thing about it…we get to do it over and over again…This time, we don’t need an excuse.” He explained while flipping you onto your stomach.

“And don’t expect me to apologize for making you hoarse, princess…Been wanting to for a long time.” His hand wrapped around your neck. “Be as loud as you want…it’s what they get for forcing this…” You nodded, belting out for him as he penetrated into you from behind. Those soft,almost teasing, thrusts were quickly exchanged for ones of desperation as your bodies molded together in loose limbs tightening in those final moments.

“JJ!” You cursed as your name bled into his while he spilled over into you, pulling you to his lips as he felt you tremor in his embrace for a job done well. Too well.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asked as you continued to shake as you came down from that intense high.

“I will be.”

“Told you, you weren’t wet enough, baby…”

“I don’t think that was the problem…”

“And what was?”

“We waited too long.”

He took a soft hand to your cheek.

“Won’t make that mistake again…”

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