#or they are challenging in a way I don't know HOW to proceed

[shirecorn]

I love making weird things and solving problems and pushing materials to their limit. I like making new things.

the minute it gets easy I just Stop. No longer interested. no matter how important or profitable it is, my brain just doesn't want to do it if we've already figured out how. It's like torture. We go into shutdown mode if I try to make us.

[monster-noises]

I am experiencing... frustration.

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙽𝚘 𝙽𝚞𝚝 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

How I headcanon the lads men participating in NNN A/N: ‼️MDNI‼️ me personally I'm teasing them all month because why not :) [Requested by: Anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

[Succeeded Just Barely]

questions you endlessly about what NNN is and where you even heard of it

starts listing all the pros and cons of this kind of challenge “Are you going to participate or not?” “I have self-control I'll do it”

He really did end up having an insane amount of self-control

you end up being the one who wants him to break

he was on track to make it the entire month allowing you to either ride his fingers or his tongue to satisfy you but you wanted more

ended up pulling that one wicked card of sitting on his lap and putting your boobs in his face and thats how you almost got him

“you have an unfair advantage, but I will restrain myself”

you tried to make him break on the last day and he did and you literally got railed in his office and he nutted after midnight so your plan failed

don’t worry the door was locked he’s not that risky

"I can't believe you actually did it" "working overtime helped"

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

[Failed November 12th]

wasn't going to do it at first but you teased him into agreeing

Is overconfident to start

wants you more now knowing he can’t have you

anything you do he thinks you’re tempting him

“You’re trying to sabotage me!” “Im just grabbing a bowl??”

convinced himself this is what true torture is

constantly taking cold showers to calm himself down

keeps going back and forth between wanting you to leave and wanting you with him at all times

“I can’t do this” he would pull you on top of him tell you how dumb this challenge was

ends up almost creaming his pants just having you on top of him

takes you on every surface he can find and falls asleep still inside you

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

[Failed November 5th]

Already failed unintentionally on the 1st

Kept you up all night on Halloween which bled into November 1st

“We won’t count that so do you want to try it” “I guess”

suffering from day one "I don't like this" "It would help if you stop putting your hands all over me" "That sounds like torture"

Is willing to try but ends up not even lasting a week

tries to find ways around the rules

Started out by him saying “I just want to make you cum” creamed his pants by just eating you out

Asks you to never make him try that again unless you plan on leaving him for a month which is even worse

proceeds to give you a repeat of halloween night after making him wait for almost a week

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

[Failed November 23rd]

He’s one to honor a bet so now you’re the one suffering

“Are you participating as well?” “Sure why not I know you’ll break first”

He wants you to crack first

Starts wearing everything he knows turns you on

“Restrain yourself until December sweetie”

Acts oblivious to what he’s doing

two weeks in he is finding EVERY LOOPHOLE POSSIBLE

could have made the whole month, but you two decided to edge each other by that third week

“You said and I quote ‘No Nut November’ I only edged you sweetie you haven’t lost yet”

Massages you, constantly kissing and nibbling on your neck, goes as far as to play with it or eat you out until you’re right on the edge then stops

It ends up being an edging game between the two of you and you break at the same time and he’s turning you every which way, but loose not stopping until the bed is bent

“I’ll make better rules next year” “We’re not participating next year”

[rafayelxsylusho]

It's 5am and I keep finding more of your amazing shots to continue reading!!!

I love your *at the same time* fics, Sylus, Zayn and Caleb are my favourites so I almost died when I read theirs, it was mind-blowing.

I wanted to request one with Sylus and Zayn, I do love some snowcrow action ❄️🐦‍⬛

Here is some snowcrow for our broken hearts after the main story update from today.

Enjoy!!

TW: Smut

❄️🐦‍⬛

"You're either drunk or plain stupid"  Zayne retorts, his eyes narrowing as they remain fixed on Sylus. He doesn't seem impressed by the man's boldness.

Sylus just laughs, a sound that should be illegal, you think to yourself. He leans back, one arm slung casually across the back of the couch behind you, his fingers far too close to your thigh.

"You've never been with a man, Doctor?" Sylus asks, arching a brow at Zayne. There's a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, a gleam of challenge in his crimson eyes.

"I like women," Zayne answers shortly. His tone makes it clear that Sylus' sexuality is of no interest to him. He's not looking away from Sylus, his gaze hard and assessing. Assessing and calculating.

"Is that so?" Sylus purrs. His hand slides a fraction of an inch higher up your thigh. "How interesting. I could have sworn I saw the way you were looking at me, Doctor. Like you wanted to put me in my place."

Your heart races as Sylus stands abruptly, his predatory gaze never leaving Zayne's face. He takes a step towards him, then another, until he's standing right in front of Zayne. 

"And I beg to differ," Sylus says as his hand moves to the front of Zayne's pants, palming the obvious bulge straining against the fabric. "Look at how hard you are right now. You can't tell me you don't want this."

Zayne lets out a choked sound, half groan, half whimper, as Sylus gropes him. His hips jerk slightly into the touch before he seems to regain some semblance of control.

"Fuck...wait," Zayne grits out.

Despite his words, he makes no move to stop Sylus' wandering hands. If anything, he seems to be fighting the urge to push his hips forward, to demand more of that touch.

Sylus just chuckles "Oh, I don't think you want me to wait, Doctor." he murmurs. With deliberate slowness, he reaches for Zayne's belt, the leather creaking as he starts to unfasten it.

His belt falls open with a soft clatter, and Sylus slips his hand inside Zayne's pants, palming the hot, hard length of him.

"We can't..." Zayne whispers through clenched teeth.

"Why the fuck not?" Sylus curses, his brow arching sharply. 

Zayne turns to you, his eyes dark and intense as they search your face. Do you want this?"

You swallow hard and nod, pulse racing as you meet Zayne's eyes. The intensity there makes it clear that he won't proceed without your full consent.

Meanwhile, Sylus leans in close to Zayne "She's not saying no" he points out. His hand squeezes Zayne's cock almost punishingly. "In fact, she looks like she wants to be filled in every way possible. Doesn't she?"

"You know this is fucked up, right?" Zayne asks, a note of disbelief coloring his tone. Despite his shock, he can't deny the heat building at the idea of the two of them sharing you, pleasuring you. It's wrong, but it would be so very right.

Sylus just laughs again and he crooks a finger at you. "This is the first time I'm going to be with a man as well" he admits, no shame in his voice. "And I'm not opposed to it, on the contrary" His eyes glint as he beckons you closer.

You stand on shaky legs, drawn to Sylus like a child to a toy. Your feet carry you to him until he can wrap a hand around your wrist and pull you against his body. You gasp as he spins you around, pushing you down to your knees in front of Zayne.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this... a lot" Sylus purrs, his voice a sinful rumble that you feel in your bones.

Zayne's breath comes faster, his chest heaving as he stares down at you with hooded eyes. He inhales sharply as you suddenly yank his pants and underwear down, exposing his hard, fat cock to the cool air.

He lets out a strangled groan as your small hand wraps around his length, your fingers barely able to encircle its girth.

"Y/N..." Zayne gasps, his head falling back as you start to stroke him. Slowly at first, feeling every ridge and vein as you move your hand from the base of his shaft up to the swollen head. His hips twitch forward, seeking more of your touch.

"Such a needy little thing", Sylus murmurs. "So eager for a cock" His hand joins yours at the base of Zayne's shaft, wrapping around your smaller one. Together, you stroke Zayne, squeezing and caressing his hard flesh.

"You like this, don't you?" Sylus goads.

But he doesn't wait for an answer before tangling his fingers in your hair and pushing your face forward until your lips brush against the head of Zayne's cock.

"Suck it"

You part your soft lips and extend your small pink tongue, dragging it slowly around the swollen head of Zayne's cock. You can taste the salty tang of his precum, feel the velvet softness of his skin, the thick, pulsing heat of his arousal. A shaky moan escapes your lips as you savor his essence, your eyes fluttering closed.

Zayne lets out a strangled groan, his hand coming up to cover his entire face as he fights the urge to thrust forward.

"That's...fuuuuck..."

"That's it, kitten" Sylus' fingers tighten in your hair as he pushes your head down, encouraging you to take more of Zayne's cock into your mouth. "Take him deeper"

You feel the head of Zayne's cock pushing past your lips, stretching your jaw as you start to take him in inch by inch. You swirl your tongue around him, savoring every throb and twitch of his shaft.

"Get him nice and wet. I want to see you choke on his cock."

Zayne's hips jerk forward slightly, seeking more of your heat, as a litany of curses spill from his lips. "Shit...fuck...Y/N..., you have to...have to slow down..." But his body betrays his words, craving more of you, your mouth, your everything.

You look up at him from beneath, hazy eyes filled with lust and adoration, as you start to bob your head. You take him deeper on each pass, relaxing your throat to accommodate his thick girth until your nose is pressed against the hair at the base of his shaft. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity of it, but you don't stop. You can't.

Zayne's brows furrow in concern when you gag on his cock, when he sees tears spill down your cheeks he immediately pulls back to give you room to breathe. His thumb brushes gently at the tears, wiping them away. "I don't want to hurt you"

Behind you, Sylus lets out a chuckle "Go sit on the couch like a good boy" he orders Zayne with a smirk. "Let me show you how to properly fuck her face"

You look up at Sylus, cheeks flushed and eyes wide "Or..." you whisper.

Sylus reads the unspoken challenge in your gaze and grins. Without a word, he drops fluidly to his knees before Zayne, taking your place. He looks up at Zayne through his lashes, a sinful glint in his eyes.

"Or", Sylus murmurs, "you can practice with me."

And then, before Zayne can react, Sylus leans in and takes his hard, throbbing cock into his mouth. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't tease, but simply swallows Zayne down.

Zayne's eyes widen in shock, a strangled groan tearing from his throat "Wait..." But Sylus pays no mind to his half hearted protests, instead starting to bob his head, sucking Zayne with ease.

Zayne hesitates for only a moment before Sylus' ministrations prove too tempting to resist. With a groan, Zayne tangles his fingers in Sylus' hair and starts to thrust his hips, driving his hard length in and out of his hot, sucking mouth.

Zayne grunts, head thrown back in ecstasy, fingers tightening in Sylus' hair as he starts to thrust harder, faster, chasing his pleasure as Sylus works his cock with single minded focus.

You watch, enraptured and incredibly aroused, as Sylus hollows his cheeks and sucks Zayne. You can see the thick outline of Zayne's cock stretching Sylus' mouth and it makes your core clench with need.

Suddenly, Zayne pulls Sylus off his cock with a wet pop. Sylus gasps in a sharp breath through his nose, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Zayne's throbbing tip. 

Sylus grips the base of Zayne's throbbing cock tightly, giving him a warning squeeze as he takes him back into his mouth.

He starts to suck Zayne again, head bobbing faster, cheeks hollowing with intensity. The sound of his slurps and gags fill the room. It doesn't take long before Zayne's control starts to fray at the edges. His grip on Sylus' hair tightens, fingers curling and uncurling.

"Fuck, Sylus, I'm...I'm close," His hips jerk forward, seeking more of Sylus' heat even as he tries to hold back. "Shit, I'm going to...I'm going to cum!"

Sylus pulls off Zayne's cock and once again grips the base tightly.

"See this is why we have to train this big cock," his voice sounds rough from the thorough sucking. "You're so eager to cum everywhere aren't you, Doctor? Down my throat, inside her tight little cunt, her pretty ass and her prettier face."

He gives a slow, deliberate lick up the underside of Zayne's shaft, making him shudder and curse under his breath. Sylus chuckles darkly, enjoying the power he holds over your Zayne.

Zayne turns to look at you, his eyes hazy with lust and desperation "Fuck yes"

You watch as Sylus' tongue darts out again, the erotic sight makes your walls clench with need.

"That's enough, Sylus," you state firmly, your voice breathier than intended.

Turning to Zayne, you give him a smoldering look. "Get on your knees next to him."

Zayne doesn't hesitate, immediately kneeling beside Sylus. They both stare up at you with hungry eyes as you strip, revealing your naked body to them. Their eyes roam over your curves, taking in every dip and swell, their chests heaving with anticipation.

You sit down on the couch, crooking your finger at the two men. "Crawl to me," you purr, "Both of you. Come take what's yours."

Zayne and Sylus exchange a glance, before they turn their eyes back to you and without a word, they start to crawl towards you.

Their eyes never leave your naked body, drinking in the sight of your bare breasts, your hardened nipples, the glistening folds of your sex. You can see the bulge in Sylus' pants, clear evidence of his arousal. Zayne's cock bounces with each movement, flushed a deep, angry red.

They come to a stop before you, kneeling at your feet, waiting for your next command. The sight of them, both strong and powerful men, reduced to kneeling before you makes your clit throb.

You spread your legs wider, baring yourself completely. The action draws an appreciative groan from both men as they drink in the sight of your glistening pussy. Their eyes follow the movement, darkening with lust at the delicious display.

"Zayne," you breathe, pointing at him. "You can take me to bed." 

Then you turn to Sylus and bite your lip "And you Sy... You can stay there and watch"

Zayne rises, cradling you against his broad chest as he carries you towards the bed. He lays you down gently, his eyes roving over your naked body with a hunger that makes your skin prickle. He joins you on the bed a moment later, the mattress dipping under his weight.

"You're so beautiful," Zayne murmurs, trailing reverent fingers along your collarbone, down the valley between your breasts.

"Don't keep her waiting too long"  Sylus teases "I do hope you can last long enough to satisfy our girl properly"

Zayne just smirks back at Sylus, a challenge in his eyes, before turning his attention back to you. 

His fingers dip between your thighs, brushing teasingly over your slick folds. You gasp, hips canting into his touch, already aching for more.

Zayne holds up his glistening fingers, coated in your slick, and shows them to you. "See how wet you are"

He leans in closer, his eyes searching you intently. "Is this all for me," he asks, the question rhetorical but tinged with a hint of curiosity, "or is it for Sylus?"

"Both! "you moan breathlessly in response, your body trembling with need and desire. You're aroused by both of them, by the thought of them touching you, tasting you, filling you in every way imaginable. The idea of them working together to bring you pleasure, sends jolts of electricity crackling through your nerves.

Zayne's eyes darken at your admission, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Greedy girl".

He settles himself between your spread thighs, pushing your legs up and back, opening you fully to him, then takes himself in hand and notches the thick head of his cock against your dripping entrance.

"Fuck, sweetheart" he rasps, fighting the urge to thrust forward and bury himself inside you in one go.

He starts to push forward, his cock stretching you open as he slowly sheaths himself inside you, filling and completing you in a way that makes your toes curl.

"S-so big," you whimper, back arching off the bed as you take him. "So deep."

"You were made for my cock" Zayne growls, finally bottoming out, his hips pressed flush against yours. "Like it was carved to fit you."

Zayne pulls nearly all the way out before driving back in, starting a deep, steady rhythm. Hips rolling in a sensual dance as he takes his pleasure from your willing body. His hands grip your thighs, holding them open and exposing you fully to his touch, to Sylus' eyes.

Each drive draws a breathy moan from your lips, your walls clenching and fluttering around him.

"Oh fuck," you cry out as pleasure crashes through you in relentless waves. "Fuck, Zayne!"

"I know," Zayne grunts, his voice sounds strained with the effort of holding back, of being gentle. "I know, you're doing so well, so fucking good for me"

His praise makes you melt, your body going pliant and yielding beneath him. Your moans spill freely and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Breathe sweetheart. You can take it"

Sylus scoffs "Of course she can fucking take it, she takes my cock wonderfully"

"I'm sure", Zayne agrees "But I'm the one fucking her now."

Zayne leans down and captures your mouth in a kiss, his tongue delving deep. At the same time, he shifts the angle of his hips, driving into that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and eyes roll back in your head.

"Right there," you keen, fingers scrabbling at his back, nails digging into his skin as you cling to him. "Don't stop, Zayne! Fuck me just like that!"

"So fucking tight and wet and perfect. Ungh, I can't...I'm going to..."

"Yes, yes, yes!" you wail, your body bouncing with the force of his thrusts, tits jiggling hypnotically. "Cum inside me, Zayne! "

"Sweetheart, fuck, I'm cumming!" He slamming into you one last time before burying himself to the hilt. His cock throbs and pulses as he starts to cum, painting your insides with thick, hot ropes of his seed.

You feel each spurt of his release, your body milking him for every last drop as you reach your own peak.

 "ZAYNE!" you scream, back bowing, eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy as your pussy clamps down around him.

Zayne's hips give a few more lazy rolls as he works himself through the aftershocks. "You're mine now y/n"

"Ours" Sylus confirms "She belongs to both of us now, so I hope you don't mind sharing"

Zayne pulls out of you with a low groan. He takes in the sight of his seed spilling out of you and feels a deep sense of satisfaction.

With a gentle touch, he brushes your hair back from your forehead, tucking a few stray locks behind your ear.

"Wait here, sweetheart" Zayne murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before rising from the bed. He walks to the bathroom, the muscles of his firm ass flexing with each step.

" I got a towel for..."

Zayne walks back to the bedroom and freezes in the doorway, eyes widening as he takes in the sight before him. Sylus is nestled between your thighs. He looks up at Zayne giving him a lazy smile.

"I'm just cleaning up your mess"

Sylus turns his attention back to you and groans at the sight of Zayne's cum leaking out of you. He leans in and drags his tongue through your folds, moaning at the taste.

Zayne's cock twitches and starts to swell again as he watches Sylus clean up the mess he made, his tongue delving deep to lap up every last drop. The sight sends a fresh surge of blood rushing south, his shaft rising to attention once more.

Sylus seals his lips around your clit and suckles "Mmm, you taste so good together" he murmurs against your flesh, the vibrations making your thighs tremble.

Sylus gives your clit a parting kiss before rising gracefully to his feet. He turns to face Zayne "I want to see you fuck her again. I want to watch you take her over and over until she's a drooling, cock drunk mess."

Zayne strides over to the bed, his thick cock bobbing with each step, hard and ready for more. He settles back against the pillows and calls for you.

"Come here"

You don't hesitate, crawling up the bed until you're poised over Zayne's straining erection. The feeling of his him pressing against your folds again makes you shiver in anticipation.

"You look so pretty like this" Zayne whispers, gripping your hips tightly, guiding you down onto his cock.

With a breathless moan, you sink down onto him, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth as he fills you in one smooth stroke. You both groan at the sensation, your body trembling as you adjust to being so thoroughly stuffed full again.

"Oh god, Zayne!" you cry out, hands braced on his chest. "You're in so deep!"

Zayne grunts, hips flexing slightly, stirring his cock inside you.

"Can I move?" you breathe out, voice quivering with need. "I need to move, you feel..."

"Good?"

"Sooo good, Zayne"

"Move y/n, ride me"

"I want you to feel good Zayne"

"I'm buried deep inside your tight little cunt y/n, I'm already in fucking heaven"

You start to move, rising up until just the tip of Zayne's cock remains inside you. Then you sink back down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth glide.

"Oh fuck, yes! Just like that" his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he guides your movements.

You set a steady rhythm, breasts bouncing with each roll of your hips, your arousal allowing you to slide smoothly along his length. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

"Fucking hell, look at her go" you hear Sylus say "She's dripping for it."

"I'm too sensitive, I'm gonna cum again!" you cry out, your hips starting to move erratically as you chase your rapidly approaching climax. "Please Zayne!"

"That's it, Y/N. Don't fight it," Zayne orders as he starts to thrust up to meet your downward movements.

"Oh god, oh... I'm cumming!" you scream, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

Your pussy clamps down on Zayne's shaft as you gush and spasm above him. You scream his name over and over, your vision whiting out from the intensity of your orgasm.

Zayne doesn't stop his thrusts even as you come down from your high, determined to work you through the aftershocks.

He sits up abruptly, strong arms pulling you flush against his chest.

"Sylus deserves a turn," Zayne murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with his tongue. "Don't you think, sweetheart?"

As if summoned by the mention of his name, Sylus presses his chest against your back, the heat of his skin seeping into yours. You feel the heavy length of his erection nestling in the cleft of your ass. When did he get naked?

"I can't come again," you whine weakly, your body still trembling "It's too much, too soon."

"We'll see about that" Zayne and Sylus say in unison, identical smirks playing at their lips. They exchange a look over your head.

"We'll be gentle," Sylus promises as his hands start to roam over your body. "At first."

"Spread her open for me"

Zayne reaches around to your ass, strong hands gripping the soft globes tightly. He kneads the supple flesh, thumbs digging into the meat of your cheeks as he starts to spread you open. Your ass yields to his touch, the tight ring of muscle slowly widening as he exposes you.

"Fuck, look at that," Sylus growls as he presses the swollen head of his cock against your back entrance. "So pretty, all puckered up and begging for a cock."

"Oh god!" you whimper, fingers scrabbling at Zayne's chest

"Wider, Zayne," Sylus commands, voice strained with the effort of holding back as your incredibly tight rear entrance stretches around the thick head of his cock. "I need more room to play"

"Like this?" Zayne asks, spreading your cheeks as far apart as they can go, thumbs digging into your soft flesh.

"Fuck yes, just like that"

"Ohhh, it's so big!" you cry out, back arching as you feel Sylus' girthy cock stretching you "I feel so full"

You try to close your legs to ease the intense, overwhelming sensation but Zayne stops you.

"Uh-uh, none of that"  Zayne scolds, gripping your thighs tightly and pushing them back open, holding you in place.

"This ass is mine," Sylus' hand comes down to grip your cheek hard "Just like the rest of you."

He spits crudely into the valley of your ass, the warm saliva dripping down the cleft and pooling around where he's slowly impaling you on his cock. 

Zayne leans in to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, tongue delving into your mouth and tangling with yours once again.

"I'm halfway in" Sylus grits out as he fights the urge to slam the rest of the way in.

"I want it all, Sy," you whimper against Zayne's lips "I need you both"

Sylus smirks at your desperate pleas, hips surging forward to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your ass swallows the last of his length, tight walls clenching and fluttering wildly around the intrusion.

The combined groans of pleasure echo through the room as Sylus hilts inside you, heavy balls nestling against your ass.

"Fuck me, this is incredible," Sylus gasps, head falling back in bliss at the exquisite sensation. He gives a couple of experimental pumps, relishing how your body yields to his dominance.

The sudden, intense stimulation sends both you and Zayne into a fit of desire, bodies writhing against each other as Sylus starts to set a rhythm. 

"You like this, don't you, kitten? Are you ready for more?"

"Please Sy...I-I need it" you cry out, head lolling against Zayne's shoulder.

Zayne chuckles and reaches down to roughly palm your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

"What was that kitten?" Sylus murmurs hotly in your ear "Use your words if you are going to beg for it."

"Please fuck me harder. I want to feel you in my fucking stomach! Fuck me stupid with your cock until I can't even remember my own name! Please, please, please! I'm begging you!"

"Good fucking girl"

At your shameless begging, Sylus and Zayne start to move. Their movements match and complement each other perfectly, Sylus slamming into your ass as Zayne fucks into your pussy.

"Oh god, I can feel you both" you breathe out, eyes wide with shock and awe as you feel them pressing against each other through the thin wall of your pelvic tissue, separated only by a thin barrier deep inside you.

The sensation is indescribably intense, the dual stimulation of two cocks stretching and filling you in ways you've never experienced before. The knowledge that these two men are claiming you so completely, in every way imaginable, sends your arousal skyrocketing.

Sylus and Zayne groan in unison as they feel each other through your walls, the knowledge that they are pleasuring you together pushing them closer to the edge.

"Oh...oh fuck, it's too much!" you wail, feeling your climax building at a breathtaking pace.

When Sylus reaches around to flick your clit with expert precision and Zayne latches onto your nipple, sucking hard and grazing it with his teeth, it proves to be the final catalyst your overstimulated body needed. Your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave, every nerve ending igniting with mind numbing ecstasy.

"OHHHH FU...,OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" you scream at the top of your lungs, your voice echoing off the walls. Your pussy clamps down HARD on Zayne's cock, silken walls rippling and squeezing him like a vice. At the same time, your asshole clenches and flutters wildly around Sylus, gripping him like a hot, slick fist.

With synchronized grunts and groans of pure pleasure, they both surge forward one last time, burying themselves as deep as they can into your spasming holes as their own powerful climaxes overtake them.

Sylus hilts deep in your ass. His cock pulses and throbs, painting you with thick ropes of cum. He grips your hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding you in place as he fills you with spurt after spurt of his release.

Zayne slams into your cunt, his cockhead flaring and pulsing as he shoots his own heavy load. Your greedy pussy milks him for every drop, walls rippling and squeezing as it sucks his cum deep into your core. He bites down hard on your nipple, muffling his groans against your breast.

Their combined releases trigger aftershocks of pleasure that wrack your entire body, leaving you shaking and mewling weakly between them.

Their hands grip your trembling body tightly as they ride out their orgasms. They hold you in between them, their softening cocks plugging you up, not allowing a single drop of their release to escape your stuffed holes.

You collapse against Zayne's chest, utterly spent and boneless, your body still twitching. Sylus drapes himself over your back, both of them panting harshly as they try to catch their breath. 

"You're heavy, Sy"

Sylus chuckles breathlessly against your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Sorry, kitten," he apologizes, but makes no move to lift his weight off you. If anything, he seems to press down harder, enjoying the feeling of pinning you beneath him. "You didn't seem to mind a few minutes ago when I was pounding this perfect ass and fucking you silly"

Zayne smirks, one hand coming up to gently tilt your chin towards him. "He's right, sweetheart. You were screaming for more just a little while ago. Now you're complaining about a little weight?"

"Mmm, I guess I can't complain too much about being the filling in a Sylus and Zayne sandwich, right?"

[julietcpulet]

Jinmao and Power Dynamics

I’ve seen this debated a lot and have put my thoughts on it here and there but wanted to do kind of a master post on it. I'm only really focusing on the anime because while I know future details from the LN it's a lot to include and I think most of this back and forth centers on the way people see them currently in the anime.

There’s this general consensus that because we know Jinshi has more overall status and power in the world of Apothecary Diaries, MaoMao is automatically at the disadvantage. I’d say that notion isn’t true at all. While our modern idea is wanting to view everything through a lens of “power = bad” and the person who has it must want to use it to hurt others, we need to consider that it’s the person who determines what having power means. And if they chose to use it for the betterment of others then it’s not always a bad thing to have it in that case. Power can be given by someone who’s in the position to give it too. Jinshi may hold the power but he willingly lets it go just as often. MaoMao may not have much actual status but her superior intellect usually puts her in the power position over others as she understands more than they do.

How this works out for their relationship is easy to see. While Jinshi is quickly seen to be the one who has the greater status, he never uses it to coerce or make MaoMao do what he wants. If anything she rarely does things in the way anyone imagined and he uses his position to protect her where her own behavior might’ve gotten her into trouble overstepping.

People have mentioned that MaoMao cannot go against Jinshi now because he owns her as a servant, having bought her from the Verdigirs House. I think we’re forgetting that MaoMao agreed Jinshi taking her from there was her best option. Remember that Jinshi actually thought he was honoring her wishes in letting her go from the palace. MaoMao is the one who stupidly got herself fired thinking she couldn’t be honest with Jinshi and needed to play mental gymnastics, only to regret it. It was only when she owned up that it wasn’t what she wanted and they had a miscommunication that he again tried to find a way to help her in the best way he could, by buying her back and bringing her in as his servant. He then proceeds to never actually treat her as a servant. Instead he lets her go back to functioning almost as if nothing has changed.

Although MaoMao talks about that official / servant relationship in her head, we see she goes against it all the time. She bickers with him, she challenges his assumptions and also, he allows it. In this way it’s clear that while on the surface Jinshi has all the power, he in essence hands it to MaoMao and she feels safe to engage in this mutual back and forth with him. If anything, MaoMao is often the more “powerful” one in their dynamic as she can be rude to Jinshi, ignore him and objectify him in ways we don't see him do with her. Jinshi on the other hand is careful towards her, if occasionally teasing and hesitant to go beyond what he perceives as a limit. 

For instance, he asks MaoMao before he touches her at the Verdigris House and doesn’t pester her for additional affection. When he holds her otherwise it’s almost out of necessity like when she’s injured after saving him and again when she falls after he startles her from the dance. The times when he's perceived to go beyond boundaries are usually moments when they're bantering, there's a vulnerability on either side or MaoMao is being dense and Jinshi is one of the few willing to challenge her. Examples can be like the scene where he holds onto her after she falls from the wall and him "checking" MaoMao with the head butt after she's somewhat unknowingly flirty trying to get the ox bezoar. She has sympathy on him when she sees he's upset in the first instance and in the second is only frustrated about her bezoar but doesn't think twice about Jinshi's actions, to her what they're doing is normal for them.

Jinshi is one of the few people MaoMao allows to push her on her lack of awareness related to others emotions. By persisting he's actually brought her closer to being able to relate to him and others, not just because she has to but because she might want to. And while it'll seem like a misuse of power to do these things at times, for someone like MaoMao who struggles to understand and express emotion, him using this "leverage" so to speak may be the best thing he can do for her.

This power imbalance question has come up a lot with the frog scene. I see it this way, Jinshi's the one initially uncomfortable but MaoMao persists and he doesn’t roll her off or dismiss her. He gently sets her down and tries to speak to her. It’s MaoMao who sets off their bickering. And even when Jinshi lays her down, he’s cautious and careful with her. If she felt like she were in danger in that cave there were ways to back out and she knew that. But that’s what says to me she knew there was no real threat in that moment. Were she and Jinshi overheated and pushed past their limit? Probably. Was Jinshi using his status to take things too far? Absolutely not. He was being a bit childish in the moment maybe but even MaoMao admits she provoked him and he was doing what he always does, reading MaoMao to see what is acceptable. And when she doesn’t move or object he doesn’t stop right away. He’s always listened to her when she’s been uncomfortable. I’ve done an analysis already on why I don’t think MaoMao fully objected to being in the position she was in in the cave but it certainly wasn’t due to power dynamics.

We’ve seen times before that when MaoMao truly felt cornered she could be frightening. During the whole Lakan plot when they ended up in the pleasure district and Jinshi asked her that displeasing question, he knew immediately she wasn’t happy with what he’d asked. He tries to diffuse the situation but she shakes him off and walks away. Then later when he approaches her about meeting "that weirdo" she turns on Jinshi with the look he said he would “never want to see again”. So it’s been made clear that MaoMao can make her feelings known if she wants to and Jinshi takes notice.

She and Jinshi goad each other and go back and forth all the time in a way that breaks the boundaries between their stations. If MaoMao truly cared about not angering him she’d always be submissive but she knows she can tease him because he won’t hurt her. Will they sometimes go to far? Probably, they are only 19 and 18 at this point and two people who’ve been raised with emotional issues they have to work through. But the point is that they’re working it out. 

We’re so used to taking power dynamics at face value, if one has the higher status then we assume they’re going to use it to harm or manipulate the other one. But with Jinmao that simply isn’t the case. Jinshi may have the upper hand on the outside but he submits to MaoMao easily every time. He gives her control because he wants to even though he doesn’t have to. That’s what it means to have real power, knowing you can take over the situation but not always doing it out of the best interest for the other person. He helps MaoMao and is good to her by using his better status often to her advantage.

In the end it’s been proven in a multitude of ways that MaoMao trusts Jinshi and while both push each other’s limits, they know the other’s core character. So no, I don’t think power dynamics are a problem in their growing relationship. The only reason it causes them trouble is because of outside forces who impose the societal norms both Jinshi and MaoMao have no problem breaking. All in all it’s just a fictional couple and analysis for fun but I think sometimes modern sentiments have got us too fixated on this idea of making everything too black vs white, men vs women when Apothecary Diaries has been shown to give its characters a lot of nuance, realistically so almost. Anywho, thank you for coming to my TED talk 😂

[explolalola]

one problem that i have seen in DND is that if an NPC tells the PCs a certain thing, there is this assumption that

the NPC is inherently telling the truth and cannot lie

the NPC's knowledge is complete and infallible because the assumption is that this DM is using this NPC to convey information directly from the DM

and it irritates the snot out of me.

this doesn't happen all of the time, but it happens sometimes with one of my PCs. i love her, but damn. the way her brain works is unique and sometimes it makes playing challenging - because when things don't work out in the way she assumed they would, she gets frustrated.

like... dude. NPCs can lie. NPCs can have half-truths. maybe they only know half the information - maybe it's true from THEIR perspective based on partial information. maybe they have their own objectives and goals and are trying to manipulate the party.

just because an NPC says it doesn't mean it's true or that it's direction from the DM on how we as PCs should proceed.

[takaraphoenix]

I saw someone refer to Steter as a comedy relief duo earlier and it just completely sent me, because that's just... so far from what Steter is, in canon?

As I'm currently rewatching the show, it has shot up into being my favorite ship on the show because of the gravitas it has.

It's a ship that highlights Stiles' fearlessness in such intriguing ways, in canon. From the boy who yelled at a feral Alpha in the school, to their first face to face meeting at the hospital, when Peter recognizes him, knows him, acknowledges him ("You must be Stiles", as though Stiles' reputation as the one who figures things out proceeds him, as he is the first one to put together that Peter is the Alpha).

There's nothing comedic about the scene on the lacrosse field, when Stiles is kneelng beside Lydia's unconscious form and Peter... for reasons beyond comprehension... decides to curl his claws beneath Stiles' chin and guide him up. Not grab him by the arm and haul him up, not command him, not demand.

This is... sensual, filled with tension, and I don't even necessarily mean the sexual tension (even though the imagery of Stiles kneeling before Peter and Peter grasping his chin is something that I find hard to not see a sexual read on).

Peter kidnaps Stiles into the parking garage to force the boy to track down Derek and, sure, the "His username is Allison? His password is also Allison?" - "Still want him in your pack?" is absolutely iconic and is comedic... how do you boil that entire exchange down to "comedy relief"?

The way Peter offers Stiles the bite - Peter, who so far, only took whatever he wanted, never asked or offered - and doesn't force when Stiles says "No". Even the way Peter catches Stiles on the lie is a moment of tension and revelation on Stiles' part. The way Peter acknowledges Stiles as the clever one.

The season 1 finale? When Stiles sets the survivor of a horrific house fire on fire? Absolute riot, huh. It's vicious, it's cruel - it's everything.

And when Peter is resurrected? Sure, Stiles sarcastically asks if someone can kill him again and sure, Peter snarks about living in a cave system. But even in that episode, these brief comedic moments are absolutely overshadowed by the way Peter and Stiles work together, figure out what the vault is made of, then call Scott to warn him and Derek, by finishing each other's sentences. Two brilliant minds working together, on the same wavelength.

The next time they interact is when Peter tells Stiles about Paige, explains what the blue eyes mean. It's one of the more heavy and serious moments in the season, aside from all the death scenes. It's a big lore drop and character background on both Peter and Derek. And it's Stiles this information is shared with. It's a serious moment and even as Peter tells it all, Stiles doesn't trust, sees past the silver tongue and that too is part of the appeal.

When Peter and Stiles work together to save Cora's life in the hospital, while the Alpha Pack is hunting them down? Blind trust. Stiles asks Peter to help him and Peter doesn't even ask, much less quip, he just follows Stiles' lead and they work together.

Now, I'll admit, I haven't seen seasons 3B through 6 in six years and hey, maybe they'll be a real Abbott and Costello in season 4 and I'm just not remembering it, but damn it all to hell if the first half of the show doesn't present them as two clever minds challenging each other, with a growth from terror and pain to respect and teamwork.

I understand and respect not liking a ship, but I am genuinely baffled when people deliberately misinterpret a canon to suit their needs. Always makes me wonder what alternate reality's version of the show they were watching, surely not the same as me.

[clos-posts]

Okay so, hear me out:

I've been on a bit of a Merlin fanfic hyperfocuse and came across another "I'm Emrys" where Merlin has to perform magic for Arthur to believe him, in front of the entire round table council, and I had a thought.

So, we all know that Merlin is magic itself, spells that seemed powerful to other sorcerers are not that powerful to Merlin and my hc is that these spells barely make his eyes turn gold, like maybe a flicker so fast the average person will miss it.

So I imagine Merlin saying he's Emrys and Arthur being all 'well then prove it' and Merlin makes a fireball (cliche I know but bear with me). Now Arthur has seen this spell and though he has a merger knowledge of magic, knows that it's quite a powerful spell and that most sorcerers eyes are practically a blinding gold, but Merlins eyes don't change. That and Merlin doesn't even speak and therefore didn't cast a spell.

Arthur, thinking that some other sorcerer helped Merlin with his self-sacrificing, kind-hearted, not wanting anyone to die personality, appear as if Merlin is this 'Emrys' and in a patience but patronizing tone tells Merlin that's is honorable to try and protect this Emrys, but his eyes didn't even change colour and therefore can not be a sorcerer.

Merlin, in a very Merlin way, huffs and proceeds to say something like 'Well duh, that was a very simple spell. Doesn't even require that much magic to perform' and the entire room goes silent.

(meanwhile Guise blood pressure has skyrocketed and is on the verge of either killing Merlin himself or having a heart attack. He hasn't decided yet.)

Arthur, absolutely baffled (and a little turn on at the casual display of apparently immense power), asks: 'What will make your eyes gold then? If you even are a sorcerer?'

Merlin, never one to back down from a challenge and already too deep into this, shrugs and says 'We would need to be outside'

And that's how the whole council ends up on the training grounds opposite Merlin waiting in anticipation as to what he will do.

There's silence so thick that no one dares break until Merlin starts to chant. At first nothing happens and Arthur is relieved (and a little disappointed), but then clouds start to gather, think dark clouds above them, and Merlin starts to get louder. Thunder claps across the sky and there electricity in the air making Arthur's hair stand on end and a shiver works its way down his spine. He looks at Merlin and though it's subtle at first, his eyes are glowing gold.

The tension builds and builds and with one final shout from Merlin, his eyes, a brilliant gold, as lightning falls all around him, clashing to the ground destroying the train field in its wake.

Arthur can do nothing but stare. Breath caught, heart hammer, and a sudden hot arousal catching him off guard. He can do nothing but stare at Merlin, his loyal manservant, standing amidst the lighting with his head thrown back and a look of contentment on his face, as if performing magic of this magnitude is comfortable, relaxing, an everyday occurrence.

When Merlins eyes meet Arthur's, there's a, small, sad smile on his lips, and then quicker then it had started the lightning stops and the clouds disappear, and the only thing that can be heard is the birds beginning to sing again.

Arthur can't think of anything to say and stupidly say 'you destroyed the training grounds'. Merlin at this point blushes, stammers out an apology before waving his hand with a few muttered words and the training field is in perfect condition once again.

Arthur and the entire council are baffled.

Then, before anyone could say anything, Arthur blurts out a command for Merlin to go to Arthur's chambers and he does. Without question. Just a shrug, and walks off. Arthur is wheeling. This powerful sorcerer, who just showed them a feat that no mortal man will ever replicate just listens to his command with nothing but a shrug!

Anyway, once Arthur has calmed the council somewhat he makes his way to his chambers. Once he enters Merlin is speaking so fast it's hard to keep up, something about coins, destiny and then shockingly how Arthur is the only person that can kill him if he uses Excalibur. What. The. Fuck.

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin!! Why would I kill you?!?

Merlin: Well, I mean, umm, I'm a sorcerer? Emery's? The strongest warlock to ever walk the Earth?

Arthur: I'm not going to kill you Merlin. However! If you do not take me to bed and absolutely ravish me in the next 10 minutes, I may have to resort to drastic measures!

Merlin, absolutely gobsmacked, face red: Wh- what measures..?

Arthur, absolutely confident, turned on beyond belief, practically gagging for it: I'll start begging.

And before he knows it Merlin pounces, and the rest is history.

That was not meant to be as long as it was... 😂

BUT!! If someone who writes fics could take this and write a fully fleshed version on this and then tag me in it I would be forever grateful. ADHD and dyslexia does not make a good writer for me unfortunately 🥲🥲🥲

OH! One last thing! I have a hc that cold iron had a natural negative field which repels energy which is why those that have learned magic have it cut off when chained in cold iron. They can't draw upon their magic from the energy around them. However, with Merlin being magic it's a little different for him.

So, I had this image of a knight, without prompting thinking he's doing what the king would want, walks up to Merlin at some point during his light show and slaps cold iron shackles on him. But, instead of the magic stopping, Merlins eyes grow brighter and bright, and the shackles start to shake and groan, because whilst cold iron does repel energy, it's a little hard to do that from both sides and can't take the pressure. At some point the shackles start to glow as the negative properties of the iron are being overwhelmed and forced into itself. Merlin looks down, looks back at the now terrified knight and says: You should probably duck. And no soon has the knight hit the ground the shackles explode, for lack of a better word. No harm done to Merlin tho.

[witherby]

how would the family and conner react to a rich douchey alpha trying to court omega mousey?

also LOVE the sickbed series!!!!

hope your doing well and eating and drinking enough!! 💜💜💜

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Thank you!! I also hope you're doing well!!

How would the Batfamily + Conner react to a rich and douchey Alpha trying to court you?

Alpha!Bruce:

Money? He's posturing around and acting like a big, tough alpha because he has money? Bruce laughs this man out of your face. He wipes his ass with toilet paper that costs more than this guy's total net worth, and you are a Wayne. You don't need any fucking money, and for this guy to think he can win your heart like that is nothing but a total joke. You are more than financially provided for, and if this guy's whole personality is nothing but money then he can leave, immediately, forever.

Omega!Hal:

If he's around you the same time the Alpha is there, he's bitching about smell the whole time. I'm talking "god DAMN it's musky in here. Someone needs a bath. Pronto." He will not shut up about how bad the alpha pheromones stinkkkk. "The douchier the alpha, the worse he smells by the way." Especially if the Alpha is doing it on purpose.

Will offer him scent patches. Will offer him soap. Will eventually look him in the eye, uncaring if it incites a Challenge, and say "hey man, we get it. You smell interested. But I like breathing clean air and we're choking on your nasty posturing bullshit right now. Please relax. Or leave. Actually just leave."

Alpha!Dick:

Refuses to tolerate any douchebag posturing behavior. Entitlement? Just because his baby sibling is an Omega? Bye. See ya. Do not pass Go. Turn right around and fuck off. Nobody gets to rock up in Mouse's personal space and try to coerce them into a relationship just because of caste. What a shitty way to navigate through life. Oh, you're still here? Challenge accepted, prepare to get your shit rocked.

Omega!Jason:

He's throwing hands. Sorry, he doesn't have the patience to bitch the guy away or even have a conversation; he's just putting his hands up and throwing two to the dome. Fuck outta here, for real.

Beta!Tim:

"Oh, Mouse watch out, this guy's got 30 thousand dollars in his checking account and he held the door open for you once he realized you were an Omega! Don't swoon too hard or you'll fall on the floor!.....anyways —"

Douchebag is asking Tim how he knows exactly how much money he's got in his account right now. He's being real pushy about it, too, trying to intimidate him into deferring. But Tim just rattles off his social security number, tells him he knows exactly how he got that dirty money, and requests that he walk away before things get real sticky for him, legally-speaking.

Omega!Damian:

CanNOT be near this alpha. He WILL bring out his swords and stab him to death.

He will kill him. He will dunk him in the Pit. He will kill him again. It's bad enough Damian used to think that was acceptable and normal behavior in the League, and now that he's seeing that behavior being targeted on his baby sibling, he's not having it!!! Alphas pressuring Omegas into courtship just because they're "biologically superior" is bullshit and he will fuck him up!!!!

Beta!Alfred:

He called Conner. Brandishing his shotgun is easy and effective, but it's not entertaining. Some overconfident Alpha garbage is daring to sully his grandchild's person just because of secondary sex characteristics? Alfred doesn't need to do a thing, not because he doesn't want to, but because he knows that not only are you more than capable of defending yourself, and you also have a perfectly polite Kryptonian Alpha to clean up this filth for you. And Alfred will get to watch the carnage unfold with a cup of Earl Grey.

Alpha!Conner:

The definition of "is this guy bothering you? Do you want me to fucking kill him?"

Conner defers to you. He completely ignores the existence of this idiot asshole until you tell him how to proceed. Ignore him and walk away together? You got it babe. Challenge him non-lethally into leaving you alone? You got it babe. Cook his ass with laser vision? You got it babe.

And if you happened to be alone, without any family around for backup, you'd have simply stuffed him in your pocket dimension and then spit him out somewhere across the country. Fuck right off with the douchebaggery please, because there's not enough patience in the world to deal with it.

[biteyoubiteme]

[probably weird, but why not?..]

txt mtl to have a habit of playing with their girlfriend's pussy in a non-sexual way? like some kind of anti-stress lolol

mtl txt x non sexual fingering

warnings: 🔞!!! mentions of fingering, shaving, not shaving, cockwarming prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.3k total

an: hiiiiii @apeachty my love ive actually never really thought of this before so it was fun to think of lol the only non sexual pussy play I can think of is examination and ive read it in two drabbles. I don’t know if I did your ask justice but I tried :p a fun idea actually I like it. also yeah this is short and I still added photos no one can stop me actually

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beomgyu .ᐟ

I have this idea that beomgyu is very into cockwarming, wanting to always be in you, cock or fingers. He will spend most of his time with his hands down your pants. This mostly happens when cuddling and watching movies. Will climb into bed behind you and he makes sure to have you suck on his fingers to let you know his intentions. Just dragging his fingers through your folds, slipping them in and feeling around. Will accidentally fall asleep with his fingers in you just as easy as it is to do when he's cockwarming you.

kai .ᐟ

Actually loves it when you forget to shave, will make sure to let you know he prefers it when you don't shave. Plays with your hair, running his fingers over anything you have. When he sees the hair behind lace panties he's insatiable and needs to keep his fingers shoved between your legs. Likes that you are so warm, will lay down and just cup you over your panties, and likes when your thighs trap his hand. 

soobin .ᐟ

Likes to shave and wash you, just an excuse to have his fingers anywhere near you is enough for him. Will shave you and proceed to constantly wipe his fingers over the spots he just done. Tracing the shape of your pussy over and over again.

yeonjun .ᐟ

Has the intention to just try it once, turns into him just fingering you without him even realizing it. Likes to do panty checks, makes sure you have them on, and likes to guess what you're wearing under your clothes by just feeling. Will pull on your underwear to tighten them on you, likes to trace his fingers over the fabric, and knows it gets you wet without much effort at all. 

taehyun .ᐟ

He is never one for much teasing at all, sex stays in the bedroom, and if he is touching you it's strictly to get you off. Enjoys watching you get off and finds it a challenge to hold himself back from only putting his fingers on you without seeing you cum around them.

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[alice-angel12x]

The Blue Knight pt. 4

The complicated heart arch

<- Part 3/ Part 5 ->

After exploring the kingdom and gathering all the shards of freedom. Pure Vanilla and co, finally regrouped with Elder fairy and Y/n at White Lily's case.

"Y/n cookie how-," Pure vanilla pauses.

Y/n looked, frazzled a bit. Their eyes stared off at something far away, and they hugged themselves.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Pure vanilla rushes over to Y/n.

"I... We... We should be focusing on the task ahead. I can tell you later," They weakly smile, as they join gingerbrave and his friends.

"Are you sure you're Okay?" Gingerbrave asked.

"I'll be alright," Y/n smiles the best she can.

Pure Vanilla turns his attention to Elder Fearie Cookie, who proceeds to explain how to help White Lily Cookie.

"We need a powerful life force," Elder Fairy Cookie disclosed.

“B-but that would mean… A cookie would have to sacrifice their own life powder?!” Pure vanilla gasps.

“It seems that way,” Y/n says slowly. “Makes sense in a way. A life for a life.”

“Magic so sinister, and yet so just,” Elder Faerie adds. “But because dark entrances cookie exists, White lily will only have half a life. And neither will be whole.”

“How is that a fair exchange?!” Pure Vanilla questions.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too,” Y/n says as they place a hand on his shoulder.

“When white lily cookie left for the witches Banquet… She said.. If my life is the price… it is a worthy sacrifice. Use my life powder,” Pure Vanilla offers.

“No,” Y/n Cookie says sternly.

“Y/n Cookie is right!” Strawberry cookie adds.

“We need your help to fight dark enchantress cookie!” Wizard cookie jumps in.

“Don’t worry, it won’t crumble me, but only-“

“Absolutely not,” Y/n cuts him off.

“Y/n Cookie,” Pure vanilla sighs, a slight edge to his town. “White lily was willing to do whatever it takes to help cookie kind. And… And as her friend I -“

“You are also a king and a source of hope for cookie kind. You have a kingdom that relies on you. You have friends who will worry about you,” Y/n Cookie stands their ground.

“To tell you the truth, those questions bothered me for a long time. Why was it that White lily cookie had to become dark enchantress cookie. And why was there nothing I can do to help. Whether I should have insisted more on stopping her,” Pure vanilla smiles sadly.

“What white lily cookie really needed… was a friend who understood her,” Pure vanilla finishes.

“Do you understand her? Or do you think you know?” Y/n challenged.

Pure vanilla’s tightens his grip on his staff. Everyone could feel the tension between the king and his knight.

“I have the chance to meet white Lily cookie again. Not as a memory, not as a vision, not as Dark Enchantress cookie, but as the real white lily cookie,” Pure Vanilla said finally, looking Y/n in the eyes. “ This time. I won’t let her g-… I won’t let her down.”

Y/n flinches at his words. Her stubborn stance drops as her eyes threaten to tear up. Breathing in and shoving all her feelings into the basement of her mind. She huffs in as she returns her stare.

“Fine, do whatever you want… Your highness,” Y/n grumbled as they walked away.

Pure Vanilla stands still, his grip loosening. Yet he didn't find any joy this this petty victory. The hero slowly looks back as Y/n crosses their arms and rest against a tree. Their eyes closed tight, Pure Vanilla knew that was Y/n's way of holding back tears.

With a sad frown, Pure Vanilla turns to Elder fairy, ready to offer his life powder once more.

"Your knight is correct. There is still many things left for you to do. And many cookies will be counting on you. I will offer my life powder. Pure vanilla I will hold you to that promise. Don't let her down," Elder fairy interrupts.

Pure vanilla frowns sadly as the fairy king carries out the witch's ritual of life. Waking White Lily cookie from her slumber. Everyone gather in excitement as White Lily opened her eyes. Asking if she is okay, and what she last remembers.

Y/n lingers at the back of the crowd, seeing that she would be well taken care of. They decided to find a place to compose themself.

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Y/n wandered the Fairy kingdom aimlessly, eventully wandered to the silver tree. They ran their hand against the magical trunk, when.

"Hahaha, I smell some real good Drama," A voice giggled.

Y/n jumps back as they stare in shock at the tree.

"Who was that?! Show Yourself!" Y/n shouted, searching for the source.

"You'll never be enough for that thief. His heart will always be with the white flower," the voice continued to mock.

"Wow, thanks for the sage advice," Y/n spat sarcastically.

"Am I wrong, thou?" The mocking voice chuckled. "He is a greedy little thief."

"Interesting choice of words to describe Pure Vanilla Cookie," Y/n said with an edge. "You must be Shadow Milk Cookie."

"Oooh! You're a smart little cookie, aren't you?" Shadow Milk Cooed. "But you see, Thief is the perfect word to describe that 'hero'. He only got to where he is today cause he stole MY soul jam. "

"I don't know, maybe you shouldn't have lost it," Y/n quips back.

It was silent for a bit, like Shadow Milk needed a minute to take in what was said.

"HAHAHAHA!!! A smart Alec too!! Hahahaha!" He laughs.

Y/n squints slightly, the laugh seemed forced somehow.

"You will be the first one I crumble first," Shadow Milk threatens.

Visions flash across Y/n's eyes. Shutting their eyes tight, suppressing the powers.

"We'll See," I all they say, turing to leave.

"See you soon," the voice promised.

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continuing their mindless walk, so caught up in thought that they bump into someone.

"Oh, Sorry. I was just," Y/n pauses as they see who it was that they bumped into. "White Lily Cookie? What are you doing here?"

"Umm... Do I know you?" She asked softly.

"No, but I am friends with Gingerbrave. I'm Y/n Knight Cookie," They introduced themselves.

"Nice... To meet you," White Lily said slowly, her mind currently occupied.

"Trying to take in everything?" Y/n asked as they leaned against the bridge railing.

"Very much so. I... I ruined the world," White Lily sniffled.

"What you saw at that banquet must have been horrible," Y/n says slowly.

"Do you know why cookies were first created?" White Lily slowly asked.

"Honestly, I don't know, and it depends on the witch you're talking about." Y/n shrugs.

"Which one?" White Lily asked, confused.

"My mother, Blue Lily Cookie, told me that there are many witches. Each one is unique. Some good, some bad, others too curious." Y/n said as they looked up at the sky. "Each one had their own reason why they made cookies."

White Lily looks to the sky, too, at the endless twinkling sky.

"But that's not entirely important. For as long as I can remember, I never once met a witch to tell me why I was made. So why should I care what some giant says about me?" Y/n says.

White Lily gasped at their words, turning to them as Y/n slowly stood tall.

"What is important right now is that half of you is out there causing harm to many. What do you plan to do about it? Are you going to let Dark Enchantress and the witches determine what cookie kind is, and should be?" Y/n pauses to stare into White Lily cookie's eyes.

White Lily's eyes were filled with sorrow, regret, fear, and some determination.

"Or are you going to protect the cookies you love, and you shape your purpose," Y/n adds.

"I-.. I want-"

BOOM!

It was the tree, and a large gaping hole had formed in the trunk.

"AAAHHHH! Doesn't the fresh air feel DIVINE! I'm so sorry for keeping my audience waiting," A giant cookie said, as he pulls himself out of the hole. " But Know the wait is Over, Your Favorite jester is here. Shadow Milk Cookie."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

butterflygirl738 (6)

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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"It was a nice day," S says as he checks the rear view mirror.

You twitch out of your trance. Your eyes are itchy, the way they get after a double shift. You suppress a yawn and nod.

"Very nice, thank you," you agree and twiddle your fingers in your palm.

"But you're anxious to get home..." he says.

"Well....my mom..." you begin. "I'm not trying to ditch you--"

"Ha, I know. I'm selfish. I've had you all day." He keeps his eyes on the road. "Should we stop and get her something?"

"Um, that's. Mm. I'd love to but..."

"Might be suspicious. Got it." He clucks. "Well, what about tomorrow? You got plans?"

"She has an appointment," you say. "Check-up."

"Ah, makes sense," he says. "When is it? Maybe after..."

"Yeah, er maybe. But... how long are you here? What about New York?" You wonder. The big city, his company, all that is still a mystery to you.

"It can wait. Besides, the hotel has wifi. I got all night to catch up emails."

"Oh, right." You stare at the street ahead.

"Tomorrow?" He prompts before the silence drags.

"Tomorrow. After noon? Should be done by then," you assure him, twisting your fist around your finger.

"Can I ask you a favour?" He slows as he gets to your street.

"A favour?"

"Yeah. Nothing big. Promise." He turns the corner and keeps a snail's pace.

"Alright," you utter.

"Will you bring a few bills tomorrow? We can go through them. Sort that out--"

"S. No. I can't--" 

"But that's the deal," he insists. "How can I help if I don't know the situation?"

"I... I don't know. It's a lot."

"A lot you shouldn't be worried about. You should be focused on your mom. Not money." He stops in front of your building. He angles in his seat and puts his hand on the back of yours. "This is what I'm here for. To take all that off your shoulders."

You exhale and swallow dryly. "It feels like too much."

"Not to me." His thumb rubs the seat, close to your shoulder. "Look, I'm just me. I got more than enough for that. I want to do this. I want someone to share this with. To spoil, if I can."

You look at him. He's too good to be true. After all the bad days, all the set backs, all the red numbers, you just can't believe it's what he says it it.

"I'll bring one," you offer.

"One?" He echoes.

"Mhmm," you nod.

"The highest one then," he says. His tone is even but demanding. 

"Okay."

"Okay," he repeats and clears his throat. "Look, sweetheart, let's not ruin the day. Go inside, spend some time with mom. I'll text you."

You chew your lip. You should tell him. It won't help if he thinks you're ignoring him.

"Maybe not." You fidget. "I'm... I'm almost out of... I uh, the internet is down and I pay per message."

"Hm, why didn't you mention it before?" He challenges.

You sink down, pushing your shoulders high. "It's embarrassing."

He sighs. 

"No problem. Tomorrow. After noon," he pats the seat and rescinds his hand. "Hope the appointment goes well."

"Me too," you murmur in dread.

You undo your seat belt and grab your purse. You sit up and glance at him. He watches you expectantly but you're not sure what he's waiting for.

"Good night," you say.

His jaw ticks, "good night, sweetheart."

You smile weakly and get out. You shut the door gently and turn to step over the curb. You march up to the front doors and peek back. You wave then go inside.

You feel bad now. Like you're abandoning him. After such a nice day, you're just strutting off without giving him anything...

Your chest knots up as you climb the stairs. It isn't just him, it's the lies. You're not sure you can keep this up but if you don't, what are you going to do? You can't pay him back and the missed hours at work won't do much to help that. And if you keep calling in, well, you might not have time to make up for what you missed.

You're confused. This was supposed to make it all easier but it all feels so much more complicated. Why can't life be as simple as the chrysalis in the hamper? 

🦋

"Will you come in with me?" Your mom asks as they call her name.

You nod and stand with her. It's not like the early days. When she went on her own. She didn't tell you the diagnoses right away. Not until the first treatment. That was a horrible day and there's been many of those since.

You follow the nurse to the sterile room. You sit in the chair in the corner and your mother sits in the chair by the small counter top. You're silent. Both anxious.

Dr. Vincent enters. You almost feel like you should stand. You cross your legs and return his greeting. It's not a very good morning but you won't say so.

"So, Noreen," he says to your mother. "I have some news."

Your mother looks at him from her chair. She looks small like a child. You've never seen her afraid but in that moment, you see her eyes gleam.

"You're a candidate for stem cell transplant." He says.

Your mom looks at you and back to him. You don't know what that means either. You remember they mentioned it early on but it never came back up.

"No more chemo. At least for now. We think this is the opportune time and it could help with recovery in the long run," he explains.

"Oh, right," she breathes. 

"We'll send you for a few scans to see how things are looking but your last images were positive."

"Uh huh, okay," she blinks. "Is it very expensive?"

He hums. "It can be. Depending on insurance. Of course, it would be my recommendation for you to go with it. Chemo is showing results but in my experience, this is the best course of action. If you wish to continue as you are, it's entirely within your discretion."

You're both quiet.

"I'll provide you some information on it before you go. How about that? Give you some time to think." He says.

"That's good," you say as your mom stays silent.

"Alright, then, we'll do the usual," Vincent diverts. "Let's get you on the bed."

You sit patiently as he checks your mother over. He's quick and efficient. He has a full waiting room, even this early in the morning. You thank him after your mother does and he leaves the room.

She steps onto the stool and down to the floor. As you approach her, she sighs. She doesn't say anything as she leads you out of the room.

As she stops at the admin desk to get the folder of pamphlets, she bids them a good day. As you come out into the gloomy of the rainy day, you take her hand. She stops and stands at the curb, looking out into the distance.

"I'm tired, pie."

"I know, mom," you say.

"What do you think?" She asks.

"I don't know. Maybe... we should read the stuff."

"It'll be expensive."

"It's all expensive," you mutter.

She drops her head. "My last days and I have to watch my daughter work herself half to death just to suffer more and more."

"Mom, please, he said things are looking good--"

"Maybe but I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

You swallow as your eyes burn. "It's... it's your choice. Always your choice." You look away, trying not to cry.

"Honey," she squeezes your hand. "I don't want to give up. I know you won't, either, but you're tired too. It hurts me to see you like this."

"Mom," is all you can eke out.

She lets go of you and looks at the folder. She exhales. "I'll read it over."

"We'll read it together," you offer. 

"When's work?" She wonders.

"Noon," you answer. Not work, per se. Just an obligation.

"Enough time for breakfast," she says. "My treat."

"Mom," you say.

"I know, I know. But I just want one last cinnamon bun before I go," she insists.

🦋

You're trembling. You haven't been able to stop since you left the apartment. You couldn't let your mom see the panic. She's already having a rough day.

You stand under the awning of the building, waiting. S drives up and you run out without pulling up your jacket hood. You feel in your pocket for the pamphlet.

You get in the car and flick the moisture from your cheeks. You gasp. "It's really coming down."

"You don't have an umbrella?" S says.

"Forgot," you shrug.

"Mm, well, looks like a day best spent inside. I was thinking, they got pretty good food at my hotel. We could have lunch."

You hesitate. The thought of his hotel room makes your stomach stir. You remember what he said. 'We'll see where it goes'. It's feeling more and more like there's only one way this goes.

"Sure, whatever you like." You sniff.

You buckle up and sit back. You tilt your head up.

"Long morning?" He asks as he pulls into the street.

"Yeah... a little."

"Bad news?" He asks cautiously.

"Mm, news... stuff to think about."

"Right," he steers on as the wipers swing back and forth. "Well, just relax. Once we get to the hotel, you can get dry and clear your head."

"Yeah. Thanks."

You close your eyes, content to let the rain and the motion soothe you. It's a moment to prepare yourself.. Maybe once you tell him, he'll change his mind.

When the car stops, you snap up as if you were sleeping. Your mind slows as the world does the same. S smiles at you and reaches behind your seat. He grabs an umbrella out of the back.

He gets out, shielding himself from the downpour, and comes around to open your door. He walks you up to the hotel doors and folds up the umbrella before he enters the lobby. He points you to the elevators.

"Got some work done this morning," he proclaims as you get on. "You were asking about my company."

"Oh, right. I was. Curious, I guess. I don't know anyone who owns one."

"You do now," he chuckles. "It's not as glamourous as it seems. This is as much time as I've had to myself in... a decade?"

"Really?"

"Not to complain. I mean, certain things I don't have to worry about. It's not a bad life. Solitary," he shrugs and the doors open.

He guides you along the hallway to his suite door. He lets you in ahead of him. He puts the umbrella in the tall vase by the door.

You unzip your jacket and hang it. You look down at your jeans. They're soaked. You rub the damp fabric.

"I got a spare robe in here, if you want to let those dry," he says.

"Sure, uh, probably," you agree.

He takes off his shoes and you step out of your boots. You linger by the door, shyly glancing into the suite. He stands up and combs his fingers through his hair.

"I'll get the room service menu," he grins and struts away. "Make yourself at home."

As he looks around, you reach into your jacket pocket. You hide the pamphlet behind your back, clasping your wrist tight, and tiptoe further inside. He waves the laminated menu at you.

"Right here," he puts it on the small round table between two chairs. "I'll get that robe."

"Sure."

You wait, reluctant at the edge of the sitting room. A couch and a clamshell chair in velvet. It's all so nice.

He comes back in.

"If you want to change before you make up your mind--"

"Uh huh, yeah."

You keep the pamphlet behind you and take the robe. He points you to the bathroom and you scurry into it. You lock yourself inside and strip off the wet jeans. The texture leaves your skin itchy. Ugh.

You hang them on the bar meant for towels and pull on the robe. It's soft and roomy. You tuck the pamphlet into the pocket and face the door.

You emerge as S sits at the table. You walk carefully, paranoid that the robe might fall open despite the tight knot around the middle. You sit down and lean over to read the menu. It's a good distraction.

"I recommend the mac and cheese, as simple as it sounds," he taps with his finger.

"Oh, I like mac and cheese," you say.

You continue your perusal. You'll probably just go with what he says. Your appetite is lost in the storm of your inside.

"So, uh, did you bring that bill?"

You sit up stiffly and blink at him. Your hand goes to the pocket of the robe. You gape at him. How do you do this?

"We can wait--"

"No, I can't. Not-- no. Because..." you stammer as your heart races. "Because it's... it's too much and... you can say no and... I'll be okay. My mom will be okay. I'll figure it out. I will."

"Woah, woah, sweetheart," he gets up and comes around the table. He gets down to his knees as he puts his hands on your arms, his thumbs caressing you. "It's alright. I asked you to--"

"No, no," you jitter as you reach in the pocket and slide out the pamphlet, slightly damp from the rain. "It's... it's more... it's..." you look down at the paper as you clutch it in your hands. "The doctor said it will be good but..."

He drags his hands down your arms to your hands. He eases the pamphlet free. He sits back on his heels and opens it. He reads it over as you cover your face.

"I think I should go--"

"I can do it," he says calmly. "One hundred? Easy."

"One hundred thousand!" You drop your hands. "S!"

"It's just money. This isn't about that. It's about your mom, isn't it?"

You stare at him. You don't understand how he can be so generous. It's just take, take, take, and you have nothing to give. And the more he gives, the more you depend on it. The hole only gets deeper and deeper.

[sebstanaddict]

Hands Off, Doll

Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader One Shot

Summary : Behold! The sequel to "Hands Off, Barnes". A perfect masterpiece of a Bucky thirst trap that will make you laugh and squirm at the same time 😆

In this story the roles are reversed. This time it's Y/n who is not allowed to touch Bucky for a whole day. Easy, right? Wrong, because Bucky has made it his mission to break her. Even if it means objectifying himself.

By the way, before anyone protests that I'm objectifying Bucky. He is objectifying himself to break his wife's restraint on not touching him. So I think safe to say, it's okay cause he approved 😆

Enjoy 😉

Warning : The theme is 18+ but not vulgar.. IMO. But if you're under 18, please proceed with caution.

Read more Bucky and Sebastian one shot here.

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Y/n had a problem. A big problem.

A problem in the form of her husband, a super soldier ex assassin who couldn't stop touching her that she once made him go through a no touching challenge for a whole day, and he lost.

The problem wasn't that he lost and was proven that he didn't have self control when it comes to her. The problem was, she secretly didn't mind the whole touching thing. Because she loved it when he did but she loved it even more when she could touch him.

So the morning after her husband lost the challenge and he asked her to go through the same thing he did, she gulped.

“What?” She asked, her eyes widened.

“You heard me, doll. Wanna see if you can do it? Not touch me for a whole day?” He grinned as he leaned on the doorframe of their bedroom, gazing at her mischievously.

"Pfft, sure. Easy." She snorted.

"Don't be too cocky, sweetie." Bucky smirked.

"Oh I have self control. What's the reward? Should be something fun." She said, standing up and walking closer to him.

“If you succeed, I’ll give you a full body massage. Essential oils, scented candles, mouth.” He leaned over, voice low and dangerous.

Her throat went dry.

“But if you don't, you get nothing. Just me, smirking, forever.” He grinned.

Her competitive side flared up.

“Deal.” She said, extending her hand to his and he pulled her closer to him, so close her breath hitched.

“Get ready to lose, sweetheart.” He whispered, his lips ghosting the shell of her ear, giving her goosebumps and making her question all of her life’s decisions.

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Hour 1

She was sitting on the couch in the living room, checking her emails on her cellphone when a loud sound that came out from nothing else but a vacuum cleaner blared throughout the apartment.

Bucky entered, wearing the tightest black shirt known to man, flexing his muscles everywhere as he started vacuuming the carpet in front of her.

She rolled her eyes.

Yup, that didn't affect her at all.

But when Bucky casually picked up the coffee table with his vibranium arm and casually vacuumed under it, she choked on air.

“You okay, baby?” Bucky asked, putting the coffee table back and turning the vacuum cleaner off.

“Fine.. just.. fine.” She rasped and Bucky smirked.

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Hour 2

Breakfast time and he offered to cook some eggs. Shirtless.

The muscles in his back shifted beneath his skin like sculpted marble. His sweatpants hung deliciously low on his hips, clinging to places that made her brain short-circuit. The veins in his arms bulged just slightly as he stirred scrambled eggs, like cooking breakfast was a competitive sport.

He glanced over his shoulder, smirked, and winked.

She forgot how breathing worked.

“Want some, baby?” he asked, holding out a bite on a fork. His voice was pure sin - smooth, low, knowing.

She walked over slowly, cautiously, like he was a wild animal she might pounce on at any second.

She reached for the fork.

Then he licked the bite off himself.

Y/n made an actual choking sound and staggered back like he’d slapped her with a slab of bacon.

He just grinned and said, “Guess you weren’t hungry.”

Brutal, he was brutal and she started to consider divorce.

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Hour 3

This. Was. Cruelty.

Bucky had chosen this moment - this unholy time in their marriage - to drag her to the gym.

He stood in front of the squat rack in a white tank top that clung to his torso like it had been painted on by thirsty angels. His sweatpants were traded for shorts. Tight shorts. She could see the veins in his thighs. THIGH VEINS.

He loaded plates onto the bar like it was nothing. Every movement made muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back flex and stretch in mouthwatering synchrony. She watched his biceps bunch and curl under his skin as he wiped sweat from his brow with the hem of his tank top, revealing a sliver of hard, chiseled abs that looked Photoshopped.

Then he grunted. Loudly. Repeatedly.

It was filthy.

He caught her staring in the mirror. He didn’t say anything - just raised an eyebrow and added another plate, like he was trying to deadlift her restraint.

Y/n nearly dropped her water bottle. “You are evil,” she muttered.

“Just working out,” he said, grabbing the bar and sending her a look that could’ve gotten him arrested. “You okay, doll?”

“I am clinging to my last shred of self-respect like it’s a floaty in shark-infested water.”

He grinned. “Good. Stay strong, baby.”

But of course he just had to tease her even harder.

She had survived watching him do bicep curls, bench press, pull ups, push ups, sit ups, deadlifts. But there was one thing he did that nearly broke her.

Hip thrusts.

The movement should be illegal outside the bedroom.

She should have looked away but she couldn't. Her eyes stuck looking at him like a kid watching cotton candy being made.

And he grunted, over and over, that she almost lost her sanity.

“You okay there, doll?” He asked.

“Peachy.” She muttered and he grinned.

“You know you can touch me, right?” He teased.

“What?”

“You can, but you won’t be getting that full body massage.” He smirked.

“Maybe I don't want it.” She murmured, her restraints starting to go away.

“Up to you, baby.” He winked as he continued to thrust his hip and grunted and all she could do was stare.

Nope, she could do this. She wasn't going to lose. She had self control and she was going to show it to him, no matter what it took.

But her confidence lasted only a short while.

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Hour 5

Y/n thought she was safe. She thought, surely he’ll let up.

She was wrong.

She was in the woman’s dressing area in the gym after taking a shower, wrapped in a towel, only to find Bucky already standing in the room.

Also in a towel.

Dripping wet. Hair loose. Beard damp. Abs on full display like an Olympic commercial break.

Water rolled down his chest like he was in a music video from the early 2000s. His skin glistened with a faint sheen, highlighting every delicious contour of his body. His towel sat dangerously low - too low.

“Bucky, you’re not supposed to be here!” She hissed.

He tilted his head. “What? No one is around. I just wanted to get some soap. I forgot to bring some. Did you bring some?”

She sighed and grabbed the bottle of shower gel she had brought with her and shoved it to him while staring at the drop of water sliding down his abs.

“Thanks, doll. You wanna help dry me off later?” he asked, taking one very slow step closer.

She shook her head and whimpered. Audibly.

He leaned in and kissed her temple. “Still holding out?”

“Barely,” she rasped and he grinned.

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Hour 7

Lunch should be simple. But of course, it wasn't.

Y/n sat at the kitchen island, quietly eating her salad like it wasn’t the hardest thing she’d ever done.

Across from her, Bucky was eating grilled chicken. But of course, he had to do it like he was starring in a commercial for sin.He chewed slowly, muscles flexing with every bite. The sleeves of his black t-shirt were tight, his forearms resting on the counter, veiny and rude.

Y/n kept her eyes on her plate.

“You good over there?” he asked, voice low.

“Peachy,” she muttered, stabbing a cucumber.

“Cool.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching - again - until the hem of his shirt lifted to expose just a sliver of his lower abs.

Y/n looked away so fast she got whiplash.

He grinned. “You look tense.”

“I’m fine,” she hissed.

“You sure?” He picked up a piece of grilled chicken with his fingers - not the fork - and took a slow, very suggestive bite. “Need a little…release?”

She dropped her fork. “I swear to god, Barnes…”

He sucked his fingers clean. “Just being helpful.”

“You’re eating seductively.”

He gave her a fake innocent blink. “What, this?” He licked his thumb.

“STOP.”

“I’m just enjoying lunch, sweetheart.

”She growled, trying to focus on anything else - until he stood up and walked behind her to the fridge, letting his hand accidentally graze her shoulder on the way.

She jolted. “You did that on purpose.”

“I didn’t touch you,” he teased.

“You brushed me!”

“I’m a large man in a small kitchen.”

“You’re a walking harassment case,” she muttered.

He opened the fridge and leaned down, stretching again, showing off his back muscles, triceps, and the waistband of his sweatpants riding dangerously low.

Y/n looked up at the ceiling and prayed.

When he stood back up and turned to face her, he was holding a popsicle.

Of course he was.

He tore it open and slid it into his mouth slowly, eyes locked on hers.

“You’re going to hell,” she said flatly.

He smirked. “Not without taking you with me.”

She stood up, fists clenched. “One more move and I’m ending the challenge right now.”

He took another slow, sensual lick. “Do it, doll.”

She stared. Trembled. And finally..She ran.

Bolted straight to the bathroom, slamming the door.

From the kitchen, Bucky laughed, victorious. “I didn’t even touch you!”

“You touched my soul!”

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Hour 9

Y/n had one goal: make it through the afternoon watching a movie without launching herself into her husband’s lap.

Simple, right?

They were cuddled on the couch - well, not cuddled. Just sitting. Near each other.

A very responsible, non-handsy distance.

The lights were low. The TV was glowing.

And Bucky… was plotting.

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It started small.

He “accidentally” brushed her thigh while reaching for the remote.

Then he “shifted,” and somehow his arm ended up resting behind her shoulders, fingertips grazing the back of her neck.

Y/n’s whole body went stiff. “What are you doing?”

“Getting comfy,” he said innocently.

She glared. “Get comfy without molesting the air around me.”

He smirked. “It’s not illegal to breathe near my wife.”

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Twenty minutes in..

He peeled off his hoodie.

Underneath: a paper-thin white tank top, low cut, clinging to his chest like a second skin.

Y/n stared at the TV with the intensity of a sniper.

“You hot, doll?” he asked, voice husky.

“I’m fine,” she hissed, not looking at him.

“You look flushed.”

“Because you’re setting the couch on fire with your sleeveless thirst trap body, James.”

He chuckled, stretching his arms over his head like a Greek god, tank riding up, showing a sliver of abs and that sinful V-line.

“Is this better?” he asked, smug.

She didn’t respond.

Because she was fighting for her life.

-----

Thirty-five minutes in..

He shifted again. This time, he laid back, pulling a blanket over his lap - but not before flashing a dangerously low glimpse of boxer briefs above his sweats.

Y/n’s eye twitched.

“Cold?” she asked, voice strained.

“Just relaxed,” he said, voice low, lazy, and full of dark promises.

Then - he reached into the popcorn bowl they were sharing, let his fingers brush against hers a little too long, and popped a kernel in his mouth with a soft moan.

Y/n shot up straight.

“You’re cheating,” she whispered.

“I’m just enjoying snack time.”

“You’re enjoying torturing me.

”He turned his head, eyes gleaming. “You could always quit the challenge. One little touch, and you’d win in other ways…”

She almost did.

Her fingers twitched.

Her knees clenched.

Her soul wept.

But she didn’t break.

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Fifty minutes in..

Bucky let out a soft groan and adjusted himself very obviously.

“Problem?” she asked, voice clipped.

He looked at her, lips parted. “You are.”

“Then maybe don’t strip and moan next to your touch-starved wife during a Marvel movie.”

“You picked the movie.”

“You’re the one breathing like a phone sex operator.”

He grinned. “Want me to stop?”

She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.

-----

The credits rolled.

Y/n was curled in a ball. Mentally unstable. Emotionally fried.

Still not touching him.

“You okay?” Bucky asked sweetly.

She looked at him like she was about to commit multiple crimes.

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Hour 11 and 55 minutes

They were in the bedroom, ready to sleep, or were they?

Bucky had turned the lights off and lit candles on the dressing table. An essential oil diffuser blew a relaxing scent on the nightstand. Several bottles of essential oils stood ready to be used.

Bucky himself was shirtless, again, and just wearing a grey sweatpants while lying stretched on the bed like Adonis.

Y/n stared at him from across the room, sitting on a sofa, jaw clenched, eyes hard, mouth watered.

“Baby, come here. Why are you so far away?” Bucky patted the space next to him on the bed.

“Don't tempt me, Barnes.” She growled.

“Come on, doll. It’s okay. You can touch me. I’m your husband. I know you want to.” He smirked and she threw a pillow at him.

“How much longer?” She asked.

“One more minute.” Bucky replied, glancing at the clock.

As if she didn't learn from his mistake, she stood and walked slowly towards him.

Just then Bucky grabbed a bottle of oil, poured some on his hand and started rubbing them all over his chest and abs and she snapped.

She lunged at him like a lion to its prey, her hands immediately touching his muscled body everywhere and her lips crashed into his. Messy and desperate.

Then the timer rang out and she froze and groaned out loud.

Bucky laughed. “Guess you don't have self control either.”

“Not when you look like a damn snack, Barnes.” She groaned, trailing her fingers across his rock hard abs.

“Well, I’m impressed you lasted this long. And as a good husband, I'm still gonna give you your reward.” He smiled, kissing her temple softly.

“No, I prefer giving you the reward so I can touch you freely.” She smirked as she started to touch him all over and he grinned.

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Later

“Are you happy now?” She asked as she pulled him by the back of his neck, their faces inches from each other as they tried to catch their breaths after reaching their peak together.

“Very.” He smirked. “Now I know you’re as clingy and needy as me.”

“How can I not when I have you, a six foot, buff, hot sexy thing as my husband?” She smiled and his eyes softened.

“I love you.” He murmured, his finger caressed her cheek softly.

“And I love you too, you big menace.”

He grinned.

Safe to say they never did another challenge again. Especially not when it involves not touching each other.

Or did they?

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

How long aot men last during the No Nut November

Including: Levi, Erwin, Jean, Eren, Armin & Reiner

Cw: mention of dub-con for Levi's part

Levi:

Doesn't give a fuck about the challenge, it's not true that he will restrict himself from fucking his girlfriend. At the second you ask him about the No Nut November challenge, he will grab you and bend you over the table.

"I don't give a damn fuck about this challenge! I was virgin for years so it's not true that I will do that again."

He will make you fail with him, fucking you like a wild beast at the very first day of the challenge. I mean... did you really expected Levi to get into such a useless and stupid challenge? Levi isn't ashamed to say that he didn't even try to last a single day. He even finds it funny seeing his friends struggling to keep going. And to be even more stubborn, he will do the exact opposite of the challenge by trying to fuck you every day for a whole month. Hope you have the stamina darling!

Erwin:

Will probably be able to last  all month (which is obviously longer than you). The only thing that can make him fail is actually... you. You just have to beg him to fuck you and man, he will lose it. He could have keep going without sex for longer but he can't see his little girl all needy for him.

"Are you sure? I thought you wanted to accomplish the challenge. Well, I give up if you give up."

Will proceed to grab you and throw you into the bed before crawling between your legs and undressing you both. Strong arms spreading your legs as you let out a moan when your two bodies connect together. So many days without this feeling of pleasure... you deserve it.

Jean:

Even with his big ass ego, he can just last for one week. Jean was sure that he could win the challenge without any efforts but... he learned at this moment that you were too much tempting. Always wearing those little skirts or shorts that let him see everything every time you bend to grab something or the too revealing neckline that showed a little piece of the fabric of your bra.

"Fuck, how can I accomplish the challenge if you don't stop teasing me?"

Will be a bit self-ashamed when he will wake up one morning naked in the bed beside you. Dammit, he had a good start but you managed to win against him. Jean will be a bit disappointed at the beginning but finally he will tell himself that the challenge is stupid anyway and that fucking you is way better.

Eren:

Four to five days is the longer Eren can last. It started well but quickly became difficult for him. This man is love-sick with you and you guys got habits that are difficult to destroy. That's why on the 4th day the sexual frustration started to be feel by both of you.

"God damn, why can't I stop fantazing about you?"

You both say that at the same time before starting to laugh. There is no embarrassment between you two since a long time so you just both gave up at the same time before having an intense seance on the kitchen table. What's better than having sex with your lover? That feeling of ectasy can't be replaced by anything else in the world.

Armin:

Armin is such a sweet boy that he didn't even know what's the No Nut November challenge. Once explained to him, he turned red and quietly nodded, telling you that he will accomplish it. But about 3 weeks after, you caught him right during his jerking off seance. Oh god, poor boy was so embarrassed and ashamed of himself.

"I-I'm sorry! I just had a... thought and it just... kinda happened."

Please, reassure him and tell him that it is okay or he will feel bad forever. Armin was truly sure that you will be mad at him but call him a good boy and praise him. Let me remind you that this baby is into mommy kink and praise kink so he will 100% melt and forget about it.

Reiner:

Pretty much like Erwin, he is able to last all month but he won't even lose against you. No matter how much you beg him to fuck you, he will remind you about the challenge and it's supposely "benefic"effect. Unfortunately for you, Reiner has a lower sex drive than you so he doesn't get sexually frustrated after the 3 first weeks.

"You can do what you want, honey, but I will try to win the challenge."

Finally, it's the first of December, and you can finally do the deed. You two officially managed to get through November succesfully (even if you almost gave up once). Even Reiner found it more difficult than what he originally thought but you can reward yourselves by having intense love-making seance of many rounds to get all this frustration out of you.

[skeletonh0e]

Henlooo hope Ur doing well! Any spicy headcanons abt the senses flowing in ur head? 🙏

A few! For now I'll simply give you one of each, gender neutral reader, no explicit mention of specific genitalia

NSFW Headcanon Rapid Fire (Ya'll know the drill minors DNI) :

Minor TW; for breath play ig?

Classic is actually pretty ticklish in certain places, noticeably around his neck and collarbone area. It becomes a favorite past time of yours to kiss or even playfully bite the areas it makes him noticeably flustered and erupt into giggles, especially during more intimate moments. What takes you both off guard is when you go to nipple at his collar bone but add a bit more force than usual, earning a loud moan out of him and while it takes him awhile to comprehend what just happened you smile wickedly especially as you feel him grow hard against you. This is yet another thing you're 100% going to exploit

Blue has the biggest praise kink known to man, which I think is something that's funny in how easy it is to trigger. I definitely think Blue is a switch, he really likes doming but you quickly master all the right ways of how to make him melt underneath him. You can't help but give a little cheeky "good boy" when you're out about and in public, which depending on your tone will either make him simply blush or make his mind short circuit. One time to really mess with him you leaned right where his hypothetical ear should be then give a sultry "that's my good boy~" and he proceeds to nearly lose it "DARLING NOT IN PUBLIC!"

Fell bites so fucking much and I have no doubt in my mind that he loves to leave hickies, sometimes he seems to take it as a bit of a challenge if you attempt to cover them. Though I think he's the worst about it when giving head, don't get him wrong he's pretty mindful of his sharp chompers but he loves seeing you get tense as he idly presses his teeth against you while he's nestled in-between your legs. But on top of that nipping your inner thighs and hips is something he does a lot. Your entire lower off is covered in all of his marks, next time you swear a swim suit you make sure a shawl is covering your lower half and Red being the asshole he is looks so smug about it

Horror has two very conflicting sides to him, one in which he doesn't want to hurt you cause he loves you and the other in which his inner sadist does actually get turned on by harming you. Thankfully you enjoy a certain level of pain, hell, you probably aren't with him if you aren't at least a little twisted yourself. It's made very clear one night when you're in the middle of some intense sex when he suddenly wraps a hand around your throat, nearly choking you, the sight of you helplessly rasping for air making his dick twitch and causing him to thrust harder. He does eventually catch himself before he can accidentally strangle you but before he can stop you orgasm violently underneath him. Discoveries were made about the both you that night

Ace is the master of all things sex and a shameless freak, you two have tried out a lot of things together. Sometimes it ends up being just as hot as you two hoped, sometimes it just results in two bursting out laughing and other times it's very anti climactic with you two just cutting to the after care then watching a film later trying to decide on what you should try next. Today's adventure involved you collaring him with a leash to boot, however it didn't just stop there, you two walked around a party like that. The collar even had your name on it. It started out mainly as a way to mess with people but you really liked tugging on his leash to make him follow you and showing off to everyone just who 'owned' him

Fresh still doesn't get sex as a whole, especially certain elements of it and just kind of rolls with whatever you want. However he is very touchy and I've said before he likes seeing you in revealing outfits, less because of any sexual gratification and more because he just likes some skin to bone contact. If you have a lot of skin exposed he'll get especially handsy, roaming over your form, getting gently sometimes rough squeezes and pulling you as close as possible. It definitely ventures into full blown groping, which while it's not sexual for him it is for you and sometimes you have to stop him from doing it in public. It's embarrassing how flustered you get while he just keeps his cool

[airenyah]

JD: Baby Tee Lore

(^in reply to this post)

hoooooo boy okay buckle up... @watchingblsnowandforever @cornflowershade

let me preface this by saying that i do not have tik tok so i have absolutely zero clue what is going on over there. everything i know i have picked up through osmosis on other plattforms.

sooooo: seems like there was/is a tiktok challenge going around based on "baby tee" by galchanie where people dance to it sexily, showing off their waist?? as i said, i don't have tiktok so this is my assumption here. btw, here's a screenshot from the original mv, to provide some extra context. note the crop tops:

now that we have all this out of the way, let's get to the actual lore...

(also idk if this is the complete story, but these are the parts of the lore i am aware of/that i remember. there's a chance i missed something)

on march 18th, 2025 dunk posts this video on tiktok:

it's a fake-out. dunk does not show off his waist. joong comments:

(note: as of me making this post on may 17th, 2025 the comment seems to have disappeared from dunk's video as far as i can see)

translation:

joong: i wasn't expecting anything, but I'm disappointed dunk: huh?

a fan posts a screenshot of this on twitter and comments:

(source)

translation:

fan: what was p'joong hoping for? 👀 [screenshot]

joong sees this tweet and following thread ensues:

(1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6)

translation:

fan 1: what was p'joong hoping for? 👀 [screenshot] joong: a hot dance in a crop top fan 2: but joong, you'll be possessive of dunk again 😔🤟🏻 joong: i'm not posessive! he can dance! go on hahahaha fan 3: not possessive because you wanna see it too, huh? 👀 joong: yes

dunk sees (some of) the tweets and also has something to say on that:

(1 / 2 / 3)

translation:

fan 1: what was p'joong hoping for? 👀 [screenshot] joong: a hot dance in a crop top dunk: show me, prof

joong then replies with a few videos of his own:

(1 / 2)

translation:

dunk: show me, prof joong: here na krub, student

unfortunately tumblr won't let me add more than one video per post, but you can find them in his tweet if you wanna watch them

joong also replies to another fan's comment on the situation:

(1 / 2)

translation:

fan: why does it seem like everyone (joong) is hoping that my child will dance to baby tee while also wearing an outfit that shows off his waist? i'm possessive, i don't want my child to dance, but if it's baby shark, it's fine joong: ohhhh sathu i hope dunk won't dance

the next day, on march 19th, joong posts his own baby tee challenge on tiktok and cross-posts it on twitter too:

(find the video on youtube here too)

again, terribly sorry, but tumblr won't let me add any more video, so you'll have to deal with more links. if you have trouble viewing any of the videos let me know and i'll cross-post them on tumblr

on march 30th, 2025 dunk has an event in which he is is taught to dance the baby tee dance and is made to dance it:

(fancam here)

note: he has his shirt tucked in and doesn't pull it out. once again we do not see dunk revealing his waist for baby tee

the next day, on march 31th, joong and dunk are on their book fair fansign. at one point joong says he heard that dunk danced baby tee the day before. dunk confirms. joong asks "how do you dance it?" dunk says "i forgot" and joong proceeds to teach it to dunk

(unfortunately i can't understand the comment that dunk makes afterwards, but i think i hear the word "shirt")

find the moment on youtube here (from 5:12 onwards if it doesn't open on the time stamp automatically) or on twitter here and here

(source screenshot)

note: once again dunk has his shirt tucked in, giving him a perfect excuse to not show off his waist yet again. joong still hasn't gotten to see dunk dance baby tee properly and sexily in a crop top

on april 5th joong does a twitter space in which a fan asks if there'll be a chance for "dunk baby tee". joong comments: "what's that? what's 'dunk baby t'? ohhh! dunk baby tee. the dance? has he danced it already? dunk might have danced it already"

(time stamp 22:15)

all of this leading us to today, D1 of lol fan fest 2025 on may 17th, 2025, where they surprise us by doing the full song on stage:

(video here)

joong and the fans finally got to see dunk dance baby tee properly and in a crop top even. everyone and their mother and especially joong can finally rest

and there you have it. the lore behind baby tee. and the reason why this performance is a Big Deal and very iconic™ in its own way, even if (to outsiders) it may not seem as such

also: minus points to dunk for straightifying the song by changing the lyrics from "boy you're my baby tee-ee-ee" to "girl you're my baby tee-ee-ee" and many plus points to joong for actually keeping the "boy" in "boy you fit in me"