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La notte delle rose nere. ft Mina & Sana

length: 10.5k words ✦

Mina, Sana, Male Character & Male Reader.

genres: sub! Mina, anal, hard sex, foursome, spitroast, DP, blowjob, squirt, oral sex, lesbian, voyeur, creampie, public sex, facefuck, facial, slight daddy kink✧

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The day had begun peacefully for you, it was Saturday, and you had gotten up early to go to the supermarket to do the month's shopping. The week was somewhat exhausting at your job, as was every week that coincided with a nominal payment, paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork, especially considering that you were the human resource’s director, but luckily everything went as expected, and right now you had no other concern than spending a nice weekend with the girl you loved the most in the hole world.

"Honey! I made a list of things we should take home, I don't know what you think," said a sweet little voice behind you as you walked into an aisle with the shopping cart still empty, you turned your body, walking now sideways so you could see her.

"Oh yeah?" you smiled seeing the enthusiasm on her face, "let me see, sweetie," she handed you a small notebook, in which the list was written, it caught your attention that it was perfectly colored and decorated.

"Well? What do you think?" she asked shyly, her hands clasped on her belly as she played with her fingers.

"Do we really need that much ice cream?" you raised both eyebrows, "and snacks?"

"Hmm, yeah?" she tilted her head, looking at you with tender eyes and blinking several times. You took a few long seconds to ‘think about it’, you even narrowed your eyes, but in the end her tenderness overcame you.

"Ugh, that's cheating, you know? But okay, you win," you stopped, only to place a small kiss on her lips, which brought a smile to her face.

Myoui Mina looked as radiant and beautiful as ever, she was a girl with simple tastes, delicate, elegant, and above all, a tender and shy person. She was wearing a purple cotton shirt, baggy jeans and her cream-colored clutch, a basic outfit, but one that she knew how to wear perfectly with her charms.

It hadn't been an easy process to get to where you two were now. You had met about three years ago when you arrived in Rome, your friends were practically non-existent there, but even so you decided to go to the cinema to see a movie you had been waiting for a long time, coincidentally, she was going to the same movie as you, accompanied with a small group of two other friends, Minatozaki Sana, and the architect of everything, Hirai Momo.

Momo was responsible for welcoming you between them. She and Sana made you feel comfortable throughout the night, they were fun, kind, and above all, exaggeratedly beautiful, but despite that, neither of them caught your attention as much as Mina did. She was quiet all night, enjoying the movie and later your conversations, laughing, nodding, and speaking only when someone asked her something or involved her, but strangely enough, her reserved, delicate and pretty aura made you fall in love from the first moment.

You exchanged numbers with all of them that night, but the only one you started talking to every day was her. The months passed, and the connection between you was formed every day until you began to forge a special bond, she was very attentive, kind and nice to you, and you made sure to reciprocate all those good feelings. It was clear that you liked each other, but neither of you managed to take that small step forward. You asked Sana for advice for many days, meditating on what would be the best way to declare yourself, but absolutely everything terrified you. The day had arrived, and you two had met in a small cafe north of the city, the conversation was difficult for you to carry, but you ended up telling her, with a long talk explaining your feelings for her included. Lucky for you, the feeling was reciprocated, and the two of you had a very nice date that day, but anyway, things didn't become official until months later, when at the most special and fun birthday party you've ever had your life, you two kissed in your room, completely alone, while Angel by Aerosmith was playing outside.

Since then your relationship hasn't changed much, she was your girlfriend now, but everything was exactly the same, with the difference that things were much more special for both of you, and you could express your love for each other in any way you wanted. You were very happy with her, and you could tell how happy she was with you, everything was perfect.

"Oh, you said you wanted a box of tea sachets, right?" you remembered, when you were passing by in front of the shelf. The cart was already half full, and a few things were missing.

"Yes! White tea," she grabbed the box of tea and dropped it on the cart, just at that moment, you and Mina received a message on your phones at the same time.

"Huh?" you took out your phone at the same time as Mina, and then you exchanged glances when you saw who the message was from.

"God, I really can't believe she's going to do it for real," she said, looking back at her phone.

"What? What thing?" You looked down at the screen, opened the message, and saw the photo she had sent you. It was an invitation to a masquerade party, too well designed in your opinion, but suspiciously worded, "did you know about this?"

"Yes, she's been planning this all month, but she didn't want to give me too many details," she put her phone in her back pocket, "what is she supposed to mean by 'a perfect night to unleash all your instincts and carnal urges'?"

"I can get an idea, but I don't want to jump to conclusions..." you replied, staring into space and touching the inside of your cheek with your tongue, "shall we go?" you turned to see her.

"You want to go?"

"I don't know, do you want to?"

"I want to go if you want to go, silly."

You looked at nothing again, but this time thinking very carefully about what decision to make, going meant taking a big risk, you didn't know what you were going to get into, and especially what you were going to get her into, but hell, no you could miss out on a potentially amazing night.

"Okay, we'll go, but that doesn't mean I'm not dying of anxiety right now."

"I know, I feel the same way," she sighed, as she looked at the products in the shopping cart, "let's finish getting everything and go home honey."

You nodded, and then set off again with the cart.

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1 week later.

The week went by much faster than you could have imagined, this was a product of the anxiety that still caused you to think about what could happen in a few hours. You and Mina bought clothes exclusively for the occasion, with nice accessories and masks included, of course, and everything was ready to go, but the feeling that you were walking into the lion's den didn’t go away even if you tried to suppress it.

You saw yourself in the mirror for a few long seconds, analyzing every possible angle; you had opted for the easy option: pants, jacket, shirt, tie, and shoes, all black.

"Oh my gosh!" Mina exclaimed as she came out of the bedroom hallway, "Darling, you look amazing! And so handsome," she smiled at you, as she looked you up and down.

You turned to meet her gaze, but yours quickly shifted to the rest of her body; Mina definitely had a fashion sense far superior to yours, you could tell by the spectacular choice of dress that she had made; it was a short, long-sleeved black dress with protruding shoulder pads and a silver-trimmed belt that encircled her waist. You looked entranced by how beautiful her body looked, but that wasn't the only thing that caught your eye.

"Baby, do you have hair extensions on?" you asked innocently, taking a few steps towards her with a smile.

"Do you like it?" she cocked her head from side to side to show you the full length of her hair now perfectly ironed and styled.

"God, you're going to be the most beautiful girl in the place, I'm not even exaggerating," you took her by the waist and brought her closer to your body, to gave her a small peck on the lips, "hey, we have to go, the party started at 9 and it's almost 10 o'clock."

"Let's go then!"

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All the way you couldn't do anything but wonder how the hell Momo had managed to rent a villa in Olgiata, one of the most prestigious areas in all of Italy, you knew the place only from photos, and you never thought that you could visit it one day, but it was a truly beautiful territory, no matter which way you looked, there were meadows adorned with beautiful houses and vineyards that, despite being at night, completely dazzled the landscape.

"Damn, do you have any idea how much the cheapest parcel should cost?" you said, one hand on the wheel and the other on Mina's hand.

"I don't know, but I'm concerned about the means by which Momo got a place here," she replied, looking out the window.

"Her parents?"

"She doesn't keep in touch with any of them, bad relationship I guess," she sighed.

"Oh… that sucks."

"But," she continued, turning to look at you, "she loves her sister, who does have a good relationship with her parents."

"Do you think she got it for her?"

"Who knows, I know her father is a wealthy businessman here in Italy, but nothing else," she shrugged.

"Well, great," you looked straight ahead, when a few meters ahead you saw the villa whose address was written on the invitation, "it's here, put on your mask."

When you parked next to all the cars lined up along the narrow road and turned off the car, the first thing you noticed was, of course, the blaring music coming from inside. The villa was surrounded by tall, perfectly trimmed bushes, and adorned on the inside by some tall trees.

"Well here we go, are you ready?" you said, after putting on the mask and turning to look at her, "wow, that mask really enhances your eyes, you look like a... what do they call it here in Italy? Oh yeah, un cigno nero."

"A black swan, huh?" she giggled, "alright, I'll act like it then, come on."

You and Mina got out of the car and went to the sidewalk, skirted the bushes and found the entrance to the villa, which consisted of a couple of stone steps that led to a small roundabout with a tree in the middle, it was there when you both could see in all its splendor the spectacular mansion that stood a few meters from the garden through which you were entering.

"This is amazing, what the fuck..." you said, genuinely impressed.

The two-story house had a beautiful Mediterranean architecture, which immediately reminded you of a Renaissance painting that you could perfectly see in a museum, only with a slight contemporary touch that achieved a perfect balance between historical eras.

You walked with Mina down the stone path, past a circular pool and a few ornamental pieces placed at random spots in the garden. She held your hand, and despite the fact that before she seemed confident, you could see out of the corner of your eye how she saw the place like a little scared puppy.

"What? Why are all the windows covered?" Mina pointed with her finger.

You hadn't noticed it at first, but she was right, all the windows were covered from the inside with what seemed to be black curtains, you had never seen such a thing in the house where a party was taking place.

"Okay, this is beyond suspicious, it's strange and creepy," you said somewhat worried, letting out a sigh. Mina squeezed your hand harder, while you stood in front of the double doors.

You took a few seconds to take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves, and finally you rang the bell; long seconds passed, but no one opened, so you decided to ring the bell a second time, another long seconds passed, until the doors were opened wide by a voluptuous sexy woman. Hirai Momo herself, wearing a long-sleeved red dress made of fine silk, it was long, but had a side slit that allowed her to fully show off her creamy toned left leg.

"Damn! You guys are arriving so late, I thought you wouldn't come," she said smiling while biting her lower lip a little.

"Can you explain to us why the windows are boarded up and how you got this place?" Mina asked without even saying hello, she wasn't upset, but she was really puzzled.

"Oh come on, relax princess, I'll answer all your questions, but let's move on first," she replied, as she only gave you a quick wink before turning around for the two of you to follow her.

"Gosh, really, this girl," Mina snorted.

"Calm down honey, come on," you took the lead and walked in with her, closing the doors behind you. You three were in a corridor that led to a second and this time the final entrance, Momo standing in front of it waiting for you. The crystals blurred what was happening behind, but you saw movement, a lot of movement... and skin.

"Momo... what's going on-" Mina started, but Momo interrupted her.

"Honey, there won't be anything you haven't seen before, it'll just be a little… ingrandito" she turned her back on you, and opened the door to reveal what was going on inside.

Ingrandito meant magnified. And it certainly was.

It was a sex party.

In front of your eyes was what you thought was the most bizarrely lascivious scene you could witness in your entire life, there was no other way to say it, there were people fucking everywhere, many completely naked and with only the mask on, and others with different items of clothing still on their bodies, but after all they all had the same thing in common. You had no idea where to look, since naked people weren't just fucking and that's it, they were also walking freely around, chatting or dancing. Of course, not everyone was completely or half naked, there were people still dressed, just enjoying the scene, among them you could see a girl dangerously similar to Sana, watching a guy fucking a girl against the column in front of her.

You simply didn’t have words to say at that moment, it was so much the shock of the moment and the different focuses of attention that you couldn’t produce any sound. You saw Mina out of the corner of your eye, and the poor thing had only managed to bring her hand to her mouth while she saw everything, her eyes wide open.

"So? What do you think? Wonderful, isn't it?" Right next to Momo, a man in a suit passed by with a tray with glasses of what seemed to be pina coladas, she didn't hesitate to grab one.

"Hirai Momo… you better… have an explanation," Mina said, not looking at her, but at a couple of girls kissing a few meters to her right.

You had already assimilated the initial shock, but that didn't make you less upset about how she had deceived you and Mina.

"What? Don't you guys fuck? Come on!" She laughed out loud, then took a sip of her pina colada, "Besides, you need to break that shyness a bit, sweetie, it was the perfect opportunity."

"You fucking b…" you clenched your fists, but swallowed the insult, "I mean, of course we… fuck," you said with slightly hot cheeks, "But this is going too far! Who says she wants to do that?!" you finally claimed.

"Well I don't know, she doesn't seem to be complaining," Momo pointed her chin at her.

You turned to look at her, realizing that her breathing was agitated and that she looked a little uncomfortable, but above all, you found her biting her lip while she was watching a girl being face fucked.

"Baby?" you said, and she turned to see you with eyes that you rarely saw in her. She was horny as fuck.

"Well, I have some things to put in order for the rest of the night, I'll see you guys in a bit!" she winked at you again, and left you two alone there.

"Honey..." Mina hugged your arm tightly, looking around, "let's go to a room, please, I need to calm down."

"I… fuck, sure," you swallowed, noticing that a few meters to your left Momo was handjobing an unknown man when he was close to cum.

Mina broke away from your arm and grabbed your hand to start walking out of the main focus of people. Staying focused on looking for an empty room was a stupidly difficult task, there were at least 3 couples fucking per square meter of the house, and if that wasn't enough, many of them stared at you as if they wanted you to join. Neither you nor she made eye contact, but the temptation to peek was always there.

On the ground floor you found nothing, all the rooms were either occupied or closed, so you had no choice but to go up to the second floor, where apparently there were far fewer people; in the corridors you did not find anyone, all the noise came from inside the rooms; you walked and walked for a while, until you put your ear to a door to make sure there was no one inside.

"This one is free, let's go," just as you put your hand on the knob a female voice foreign to Mina's suddenly spoke to you from behind.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

You and Mina probably got the scare of their lives, both of you turned around startled to find yourself face to face with the woman you had seen a few minutes ago.

"S-Sana?" Mina asked.

"Hi Minari," she tilted her head slightly with an innocent smile. The mask did little to hide her identity, the shape of her body and her smile gave her away.

"Were you following us? You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, Minatozaki," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head in denial.

"I just wanted to see what you were up to, sorry," she shrugged.

"You knew about all this? Minatozaki Sana, why didn't you tell me?" Mina was hardly ever violent, but this time she gave Sana constant little nudges on her arm.

"Hey hey! That's enough," she grabbed her wrist to stop her, "yeah, of course I knew, but if I had told you, you'd never come."

"Ugh! I hate you so much!" Mina complained with a small growl, "now I'm in a house full of strangers having sex everywhere, and I'm horny as fuck!"

The three of you looked surprised at her own words, Mina quickly realized what she had said, so she put her hand to her mouth while her cheeks turned red.

"Oh, is that so?" Sana's innocent smile turned somewhat mischievous, and her eyes began to cover every part of your bodies, without even bothering to hide it.

"U-uh... no! I mean, ugh!" Mina shrieked, covering her face with her hands.

"But that's perfectly fine, sweetie," Sana took a step forward, taking advantage of the fact that Mina wasn't looking to bring a finger to your parted lips, and from there slowly lowering it down your torso until it reached your crotch, where without any warning she gave your cock a firm squeeze.

Your eyes widened and you took a small step back to get away from her hand, but seeing her face flushed with malevolence and mischief, and her curvaceous sexy body, you gave her no sign that you hadn’t liked that.

Sana giggled looking at you, then stood behind Mina, put her hands on her waist, and approached her ear.

"Wouldn't you love to choke on your very, very handsome boyfriend's cock?" she said quietly, followed by another giggle.

Mina was startled when she felt Sana's voice in her ear, and she took her hands from her face to turn around, her face was completely flushed.

"Hey! W-what are you doing? What are you talking about?" Sana was still holding onto her waist, so the two of them were now face to face. Mina watched Sana's face and lips, and a few quick glances at her neck and cleavage.

"Is there something wrong? I mean, I don't think it's something you haven't done before, right?" Sana had a constant innocent smirk as she took it upon herself to turn you both on, and she certainly was getting it. You didn't know how far this was going to go, but you decided to let things flow.

"I… no!" Mina bit her lip, already desperate and avoiding Sana's seductive gaze.

"Come on cutie, let's fuck…" Sana broke away from Mina and came to stand behind you, her chin in your shoulder, "Don't you think we deserve this big, juicy, throbbing cock inside our tight Japanese pussies?" she said as she squeezed your cock through your pants again, this time making it rock hard.

"W-What are you doing grabbing my boyfriend's cock? That... that's not right!" Mina exclaimed with fake annoyance, but you and Sana both knew that underneath all that edgy, icy facade, was a soaked fucking pussy.

"I know it's not right, but you like how I do it… don't you?" Sana was now constantly squeezing and massaging the bulge in your pants, "And I can do this too," she placed her tongue on your neck, giving it a long lick that sent shivers through your entire body.

"Can you… suck his cock?" Mina asked in the most tender way she could for a question like that. Your heart skipped a beat, you didn't expect your girlfriend, all innocent and pretty, to turn into this. Seeing so many people fucking in different possible ways woke up something in her that you didn't know existed, and it was all the fault of a certain Japanese woman who wasn't with you at the time.

"Do you really want that, Minari?" she asked, as she placed little kisses on your neck, "I have no problem with that, but we should know what your pretty boyfriend thinks."

You went blank for a moment, part of you knew that the right thing to do was to grab Mina and get out of there as quickly as possible, go home, and see how to handle the situation, but damn, an opportunity like that one wasn't going to appear twice.

"I… let's go inside," you finally decided.

Sana broke away from you and opened the door behind her, motioning for you to enter the room. So you did, and the one who closed the door again was you. The lights in the quaint bedroom you had entered were already on; it was one of the two rooms that you noticed from the outside that had a balcony with two chairs and a small table, and it was also full of pretty plants and perfectly cared vines, a double bed, and a nightstand next to it with a bottle of wine, two glasses, a box of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Wow, what a nice view," Sana mentioned, looking at the scenery through the billowing curtains that led to the balcony, they certainly were, you were at a height where you could see acres and acres of beautiful countryside. She took her phone out of her handbag for a moment, and you could see that she was texting someone, but you couldn't see who. When she sent the message, she put the phone away again and placed it on top of the dresser, "Oh yeah, where we were?"

Mina had sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed when Sana fell to her knees in front of you, her face right in front of your bulge.

"And tell me, do you like messy or slow blowjobs?" Sana asked, biting her lower lip, undoing your belt and then unbuttoning your pants.

"Suck that cock any way you like, I don't care," you said, looking at her and then at your girlfriend, who had already pushed her dress up above her waist and had one hand tucked inside her black panties.

"As you wish," Sana lowered your pants and boxers to your ankles, freeing your throbbing cock and smacking her cheek with it, which made her giggle, "God… look at this perfect piece of meat, I wonder how it will feel inside my pussy," she licked her lips and took you right into her mouth, with a nice deep moan that made you gasp.

Her mouth moved just a few inches beyond your tip, giving you slow sucks and licks around it; she took her hand to your balls, squeezed them very delicately and began to massage them while she was taking more of your cock. When she reached the middle of your shaft and her head pumps became ever faster, you could hear Mina's unmistakable sweet moans as she rubbed her own slit, you glanced at her, and noticed that her panties were now on the floor, and she was spread-legged on the bed as she did it.

Sana's hand went from being on your balls, to now holding the base of your cock with two firm fingers, this to hold it in place and to be able to move her head at whatever angles she wanted; She teased you by slowing down her blowjob, then began pumping her head hard, her lips moving from your tip to almost touching her own fingers.

After a few seconds giving you a messy blowjob, Sana stopped abruptly when she reached your base, pushing a little more until her nose rested against your pubis. You couldn't help but let out a moan, close your eyes and purse your lips, wishing she would never get away from your cock. But you couldn't always get what you wished for. Sana took you out of her mouth and took a deep breath, as she quickly jerked you off.

"Hey, Minari, why don't you come over here and have a taste?" Sana said to Mina, her mouth all spittle, which she then spit back onto your dick.

Mina didn't even think twice before getting off the bed and kneeling next to Sana.

"Honey, I want you to fuck my mouth, please, I need it," Mina begged you, holding onto your thighs with her hands.

"Yeah, fuck her mouth, daddy, your little princess is so in need of it," Sana teased, placing small kisses on your balls and on your inner thighs.

"Do you want me not to be too rough with you dear?" you asked Mina, cupping the side of her face with your hand and caressing her cheek with your thumb.

"Oh no, please don't hold back, I want you to make a mess of me," she replied, slowly removing your hand from her face to open her mouth wide and stick the tongue out.

You were going to do the honors yourself, but Sana took the upper hand; she took your cock between her fingers, and guided it directly to your girlfriend's mouth; your shaft slid inside her, slowly and halfway, where Mina already had a little struggle in her throat until she coughed.

"Oh baby, don't you know how to take it to the throat?" Sana asked, as she caressed Mina's hair out of her face, "You just have to get used to it inch by inch, come on, you can do it."

This time you introduced your cock into your girlfriend's mouth, and repeated the process until you reached the middle, Mina closed her eyes and clung to your thighs while you pushed as carefully as possible, you felt that she was forcing herself too much, and she soon proved it when she let out some choking sounds. Sana kept caressing Mina's hair, but when she tried to back away, she grabbed the nape of her neck and held her in place.

After a few seconds your cock slid a few more inches, almost reaching your base, but that was more than enough to give her what she wanted.

"Sana, baby, could you hold her hair? And take off those masks, I want to see your faces well," you ordered with a slight imperative tone in your voice.

"Sure daddy!" She seemed to be looking forward to it for a long time, because she took off her mask in a matter of seconds, and also Mina's. After she threw both masks away, Sana grabbed all of your girlfriend's hair in a messy ponytail, giving you the green light to start moving your hips slowly.

You didn't dare to go faster than you were going, not while it looked like she was going to vomit every time your tip touched her uvula, but as time went by her throat adapted to the constant harassment of your cock, that's when you started moving your hips faster and faster.

It was a matter of seconds before her eye makeup began to smudge from the little tears that spilled out of her eyes, and the saliva in her mouth began to spill as your cock slid in and out of her warm mouth. Sana didn't lose her grip on Mina's hair, not even when she brought her free hand between your girlfriend's legs and slipped two of her fingers inside her. Mina went crazy between moans that were muffled by your cock and by the constant gag sounds that emanated from her throat. But just when you were closer to your peak, and Mina was about to cum all over Sana's fingers, the bedroom door was flung open.

The fright made you jump out of Mina's mouth, and you instinctively covered your crotch. Mina also covered herself, she seemed even more scared than you, but when she saw who she was, and who she was with, her face softened, but still seemed uneasy. The only one who was neither surprised nor scared was Sana.

"Momorin! Finally!" Sana applauded with a smile, "Oh, and he's…?"

Hirai Momo was standing in the doorway, still dressed but her dress was a little out of place, and showing more cleavage than usual, and next to her stood a man about 5.4 feet tall, short brown hair, short square beard, and a robust, muscular and hairy body, completely naked.

"I'm so sorry, but I can't join you, I have to make sure nothing gets out of hand down there," Momo said with a ragged breath, then glanced at the man next to her, "But, I'm sure that my friend Piero will be a very pleasant company."

When she said that she didn't even give you time to answer her back, she just pushed Piero into the room and disappeared from there by closing the door. Now you were locked in with a stranger.

"I'm going to ask it just once and I want you to tell me the truth, Minatozaki," you warned, looking down to meet her gaze, "it was you, wasn't it? The one who told Momo we were here."

"Yeah, it was me," she shrugged, "but my intention was for Momo to join, not him. Nothing personal," she clarified, looking at the man.

"Non preoccuparti" he said, just standing there. He seemed like a respectful and nice guy, since he didn't try anything weird without anyone's permission.

"Very good," you nodded, then sighed. Mina gave Piero discreet glances, especially at what he had between his legs, "Parlare inglese?" you asked the man.

"I can understand you well, but I can't answer you that well," he replied with a thick accent.

"Okay, you can join, but please don't do anything I don't tell you, okay?"

"Understood," he agreed.

"Baby, you're okay with this, right? I must say I'm overwhelmed by all of this, but I'm only concerned about you," you asked Mina with total sweetness, as if you weren't making her choke on your cock until a few seconds ago.

"This is the first and last time we'll do this, so we better seize the moment," she winked at you.

"Got it," you smiled at her, then turned to Piero, "Undress her, please" you pointed your chin at Sana, "I'll take care of my girlfriend."

"Oh hello handsome!" Sana said with a giggle as she stood up and saw that Piero was walking towards her, when they were face to face, their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Sana grabbed the man's cock while he took his hands behind her back to begin to take off her dress.

You grabbed Mina's hands and helped her getting up, putting your arms around her waist and crashing your lips against hers. As you kissed her your hands went into action, quickly unzipping her dress and removing it from her arms and then from the rest of her body, the only vestige of clothing left on her was her black strapless bra, which you removed as well.

"Now let me help you honey," Mina murmured against your lips, putting her hands on your jacket and beginning to unbutton it. It was a bit of a slow process, but after a few seconds, you and she were completely naked in front of each other. You glanced at Sana and Piero, realizing that Sana was already on her knees and naked, sucking on the man's cock. Your gaze indiscreetly roamed Sana's voluptuous and fleshy body, her tits were round, firm and perfect, creamy legs, and an ass even more perfect than her tits.

"Hey Sana," you called out to her, and she stopped to look at you, her face flushed with pleasure, "why don't you come over here and share our cocks?" Sana's eyes seemed to light up like two streetlights.

"Yes daddy! I'd be delighted," she nodded, then stood up.

"Can I call you daddy too?" asked Piero, trying to create a fun atmosphere, and he certainly succeeded, because Sana and Mina let out a little laugh.

"No, now come here."

You stood facing him, and he walked to stand in front of you. Mina and Sana understood the message, and they knelt one on your right side and the other on your left side, respectively. Neither of the two girls wasted any time, Sana took your cock, Mina took the man's, and they both took you straight into their mouths. Sana was pumping her head at a not so fast and not so slow pace, hardly anything messy like a few minutes ago, but this time, the way she used her tongue to explore and stimulate every part of your shaft was driving you crazy every time she she took you into her mouth; plus you had another added attraction, and it was her delicious naked body in all splendor, which you had to admit that you wanted to be able to contemplate since you met her.

Mina on the other hand was putting into practice everything she had learned from Sana a few minutes ago, replicating exactly the same kind of messy and sloppy blowjob, but you couldn't pay much attention to her, not when Sana demanded your eyes on her as she took you to deep down her throat for a few seconds, then let go of your cock to take a quick breath and plunge almost immediately into it again.

It wasn't long until Mina moved away from Piero's cock and turned to kiss your balls, Sana took you out of her mouth too, and they both coordinated to start kissing and licking the sides of your shaft until they reached the tip, where they shared a momentary passionate kiss before Sana now began to focus on Piero.

Now the one who had a free hand to do what she wanted with your cock was Mina, who didn't hesitate for a moment to treat it for what it was, a treasure of hers and for her, she kissed your shaft all over, with slow licks from your balls to your tip to then give you small suctions on it. When she was sure that she had adored your cock enough, she plunged straight into it, bringing her nose directly to your pelvis; a moan escaped from your mouth as you felt your tip brush against her throat. She couldn't hold it there for more than 2 seconds, but you still appreciated the effort, as she was doing amazing.

"Fuck, I'm so close honey," you warned Mina, who started pumping her head to the perfect rhythm that you loved.

"Me too," Piero told Sana, his hand on her head.

"Make her swallow it, we don't want them dirty yet," you ordered between gasps.

The wet sounds of their blowjobs were the only sound in the room for the next whole minute, the two girls were locked in their work, both with different ways of doing it but with the same goal, a goal that wasn’t long in coming. Both you and Piero held the girls by the neck, taking control yourselves to explode inside their mouths. Mina clung to your hip with one hand as you continually rocked it back and forth, sending multiple streams of your thick load straight down her throat.

You gave her one last slow thrust, reaching down her throat once more before pulling your cock out of her mouth. Mina looked at you with a restless breath, to then meet Sana's gaze, they both stared at each other for a few seconds, before opening a space for them to kiss.

You dedicated yourself for the next 30 seconds to watch as the two girls dedicated themselves to sharing saliva and doing a dance between their tongues, still filled with some of your cum.

"Now, who wants to be spitroasted first?" you asked, caressing the necks of both girls.

"We must please the little princess, right?" Sana replied as she separated from her kiss with Mina, who seemed even hornier and wanting more.

"What about you?"

"I don't mind waiting as long as I can help," she winked at you.

"Fair enough." you nodded.

You grabbed Mina's hands and helped her stand up to surround her body with your arms, you kissed her for a few seconds, until you made her move back towards the bed; she sat down on the edge of it, but immediately scooted further towards the center of the mattress and lay on her back, legs spread wide so the three of you could see her juicy pussy in all its glory.

"Sana, would you help us get them up again?" you asked her, while you held her chin and caressed it with your thumb.

"Of course daddy," she grinned, highlighting her tender cheeks. An interesting contrast.

Sana reached out with both hands until she took both of your cocks in her fingers, squeezed them firmly, and then began to move her arms slowly at first in case either of you were still sensitive, but soon she began to jerk you two off aggressively, until you were hard again.

"You know what to do, mate," you nodded to Piero, pointing at Mina with your eyes.

"Oh, do I?" he asked as you got on the bed and positioned yourself between Mina's legs.

"Don't make me repeat it."

You leaned forward, planting a few kisses on Mina's neck and jaw until you reached her mouth, where you also gave her a few small kisses as you rubbed the tip of your cock against her slit. You noticed that Piero had stood on the opposite edge of the bed, and he made a sign that you understood immediately. You held your girlfriend's body firmly and moved her forward on her mattress, so that her head was dangling off the bed, meeting Piero's balls and cock.

With everything ready, you didn't want to make her wait any longer, so you aligned your cock with her entrance and with a slow but firm thrust of your hips you were balls deep inside Myoui Mina's pussy. Your girlfriend let out a nice long moan, but the ability to make any sound was deprived of her as Piero also pushed his cock into her mouth, Mina instinctively stuck her tongue out, as he slowly began to slide in and out of her mouth, and you fucked her without applying much speed from the beginning.

The sensation of being inside Mina's hot and soft pussy wasn’t new to you, obviously, but you still wanted to dedicate yourself to feeling it completely with each thrust you gave her; it would have taken you longer, if it weren't for the fact that Piero wasn't having any mercy with your girlfriend's throat, he had his hands resting on her tits, and he moved his hips between gasps and grunts.

To balance things out, you decided to follow the rhythm he was using, fucking her pussy with equally strong and aggressive thrusts. Mina went crazy trying to hold on to something, her moans didn't produce any sound, so they stayed as simple grunts. Sana on the other hand, had climbed on the bed as a simple spectator, but all of a sudden she got up and knelt next to Mina's torso, bringing her two salivated fingers to your girlfriend’s pussy, to rub her clit while you continued pounding her.

"You want to make her cum fast so your turn can come, don't you? Fucking slut," you growled, glancing at Sana with the corner of your eye as her fingers rubbed quickly over her clit, making Mina shake wildly between tremors.

"Oh of course not! How could you think that?" she faked, not caring how fake it sounded tho.

"Come here..." you reached out a hand to grab Sana's neck and pulled her towards you, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that lacked any finesse, and rather was caught up in the intense and agitated moment.

You kept moving your hips as fast as you could, giving your girlfriend's body a strong shake with each thrust, inevitably you moved her place, but Piero kept a tight grip on her neck to hold her so she wouldn't fall. You were both giving your all to fuck both of Mina's holes with the dedication that she deserved, not to mention the extra stimulus that Sana was applying to her pussy while the two of you were still kissing, all this led to a sudden explosion of pleasure in Mina, who jerked between violent spasms as her walls tightened around your cock. Her muscular contractions made Piero come out of her throat at will, allowing her to moan as much as she wanted. Mina's moans weren't especially loud, but they were pretty and sexy, perfect with her personality.

Short and leisurely movements were the only thing you kept giving your girlfriend while she was still having her orgasm. You let a few seconds pass waiting for her body to relax, until you finally pulled your fluid-soaked cock out of her pussy.

"Rest for now darling," you told Mina between hectic breaths when you separated from the kiss with Sana, "it's time to give our little friend what she deserves," with the help of Piero himself you moved Mina to the side of the bed, near the pillows, in a way that she could be comfortable while resting. Her face was flushed, and her gaze was lost in what seemed like an attempt to assimilate what was happening, you only left a small kiss on her lips, and when you looked back at Sana, she was already in a perfect and hot doggystyle pose, with her face on the edge of the bed and her ass perfectly arched for you.

"You're going to cum inside me right?" Sana asked you with a voice full of mischief, "I want to feel daddy's hot thick load inside my slutty pussy," she rocked her butt slowly from side to side for you.

"Keep quiet and choke on that cock like a good girl," before she could reply Piero unkindly grabbed her by the hair and plunged her fully into his cock, going right down her throat in one thrust. Sana tried to free herself to speak, but her failed attempts were reflected in loud gag sounds.

You took advantage of the moment to position yourself behind her and raise your hand, letting it fall in an exaggeratedly strong spank that came loaded with a combination of anger, frustration, revenge and passion. Sana immediately stopped trying to break free to moan in response, but you weren't going to let her do that either; you made a sign to Piero, and he started fucking Sana's mouth once more, and this time he was being even harder than with Mina.

With that problem solved, it was time to focus on the main attraction. You licked two of your fingers, running them up and down repeatedly through Sana's slit, testing how wet her pink pussy was; You couldn't help but insert your thumb a couple of times inside her just to tease, but you couldn't resist the temptation yourself. You took your cock and quickly lined it up, then slid all the way into Sana's pussy.

The sensation was completely different from being inside Mina, Sana felt a lot tighter and wetter, and it felt like your cock was being engulfed by her silky folds. It didn't take long for you to start moving your hips with strong thrusts, her ass crashing against your pelvis every time your cock went in and out.

A long but low moan escaped you as you clung to Sana's waist, using it as a support to keep your pace. It was satisfying for you to know that not only her pussy was being well filled, but also her mouth and throat. Piero was completely destroying her face, she wasn't wearing too much makeup, but the little that she had began to stain due to the tears and the huge amount of saliva that spilled from her mouth. Your thrusts didn’t stop for a single moment, you gave Sana another strong spank on the other buttock, and then you stretched out your arm so you could grab a handful of her hair and pull it towards you, forcing Piero to bring one foot up on the bed to be able to move comfortably.

You were already very close to your final peak since the session with Mina a few minutes ago, and of course fucking Sana so hard and well didn't mitigate that tingling feeling in your tummy. You had to really stay focused not to cum at that precise moment, but it was fucking complicated, not even the most mentally strong man in the world could have resisted filling that tight Japanese pussy all at once, but for some reason there you were, putting all your effort to last just a little longer so that Sana could continue to be well fucked.

Your luck with willpower couldn't be replicated by Piero, who only managed to hold on for a few more seconds before once again burying Sana completely against his cock to cum straight down her throat. He held her there throughout his orgasm until he finally released her from his grasp, you quickly seized the moment to grab her once more by the hair and pull her upright, so that her back was now almost resting against your chest, she hadn't even managed to close her mouth when you did that, so a good part of the fluids inside her mouth fell directly to the mattress.

From that position you were finally able to let go of her hair, to take your two hands to her neck and firmly squeeze your fingers around it while you fucked her with all your might. Again, Sana's moans didn't quite come out of her mouth, they all seemed muffled and compressed in her throat like growls. You had her sweaty back now right against your chest, and her soft brown hair filled your nostrils with the rich smell of chocolate. Soon your willpower would be of no use at all, the explosion of pleasure came to you suddenly and violently, held back for a while but finally released. You gave Sana a strong first thrust, shooting the first spurts of your load into her wet walls; you released her neck, letting her fall face down against her mattress, for you to firmly squeeze both of her buttocks as you continued to fill her. A few more hip movements were enough for Sana's pussy to be completely filled with your cum.

You pulled out your cock, letting all the cum leak out of her pussy and slowly spill out through her slit and then onto the mattress. You felt exhausted, all the energy was drained from your body in a matter of seconds, but you still had a job to do.

You took one hand to Sana's buttock, while the other went straight to her pussy to introduce your index and middle fingers inside her. You started moving your wrist as fast as you could, turning Sana into a quivering mess between loud moans. The extremely wet sounds of your fingers pumping against her pussy filled the room together with her screams of pleasure, and it took just under a minute to make the girl have her long-awaited and intense orgasm.

Her spasms were so intense that she could no longer keep her butt up, now she was completely lying on her stomach as she came on your fingers. You moved the wrist for a little while more until you felt her orgasm had passed, and with Sana already satisfied and fulfilled, you finally let yourself fall against the mattress, your head just falling on the abdomen of your girlfriend, who had been watching all.

"Did you have fun, honey?" Mina asked with the tenderness that characterized her, looking at you with a little smile and caressing your hair.

"Oh fuck yeah," you replied, still gasping, "and you?"

"Of course..." she paused for a few seconds as she looked at you and then at Piero, who was lying on his back next to Sana's ass, "but I'm still not satisfied, you know?"

"No?" You raised both eyebrows in surprise, "Are you telling me you want to get fucked again?"

"Why not? I'm your girlfriend, your sweet pretty princess, you can't say no to me," Mina sat up so she could look down at you, "besides, none of you have fucked my ass yet."

Hearing that, Piero suddenly turned to look at her like a dog that has just heard a whistle, and you couldn't even assimilate that it was the same Mina who was shy even with the waiters in restaurants.

"Honey, just say what you want, and we'll give it to you."

"I want you both to fuck me… at the same time, I don't care who has which hole," she said biting her lip.

"Shit… uh, very good," you sighed, "but please give us a little break, my man and I can't even bear our souls right now."

"But I'm fine," said Piero.

"Shut up. You're exhausted and your very body weighs you down," you replied back. Mina could only laugh.

"You have to understand, Minari," Sana said in a weak voice, looking at the three of you face down, "he could barely resist my pussy, it's normal for him to feel like he ran a marathon."

"Zitto, slut."

"Is that so, darling? Don't you have the energy for your pretty baby anymore?" Mina teased, caressing your face with the back of her hand.

"Agh fuck, come here," you settled horizontally on the bed, but not before grabbing a pillow and resting your head on it. You subtly motioned with your eyes for Mina to climb on top of you, and she did, squeezing her strong, smooth thighs on either side of your torso, her pussy now brushing against the back of your shaft.

"Piero, Momo told me that in all the bedrooms there are things to use in the drawers," Sana intervened, "you know what to do."

Piero disappeared from your range of vision, but at that moment you could only focus on Mina's deep and charming eyes, full of desire for what she was about to go through. She reached between your bodies to take your limp cock between her fingers and begin to rub it slowly for a few seconds, then simply pressed her slit against it and leaned on your shoulders, rocking her hips back and forth until your manhood got hard again.

The direct contact between your cock and her pussy made her impatient too quickly, and without a second thought, she lifted her hips and grabbed your cock with one hand to set it straight, taking you deep inside her once more with a strong smash against your pelvis.

The smash was so strong that it even made you lose your breath for a moment, but she had quite enjoyed it judging by her long moan as she felt you fill her pussy again. Your girlfriend began to move her hips up and down, with slow strokes that made your cock go in and out completely; she put her hands on your chest, but they moved little by little until they rested on your neck, her pretty face infused with pleasure hovered just above your face, and it didn't take long for her to close that distance when she crashed her lips against yours.

While you and Mina were wrapped up in an intense kiss full of passion, all between the smashes that her round and big ass gave against your pelvis, you felt a greater weight climb on the bed again; You separated from the kiss to see what it was about, but you only managed to see how Piero positioned himself behind Mina's ass with his knees bent, and his feet on the mattress each one on the sides of your torso.

"Peach-scented lube? What a coincidence," he said, then placed a hand on Mina's lower back to stop her from moving, "is this the first time you're going to get fucked in the ass?" he asked her as he poured lube over his cock and a little over Mina's hole.

"Ah… yes, please be good to me," she gasped, looking over her shoulder at him.

You stood completely still as you looked at Mina's face, wanting to see how she would react. Piero flexed his knees even more, until he reached the perfect height where he could align his lubricated cock with your girlfriend's ass; Mina held her breath as he barely inserted his tip inside her, that alone made her face wrinkle, but as her ass was filled inch by inch with thick meat, her face distorted with pleasure at now having two cocks buried deep inside her.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she murmured under her breath between small moans, she somehow clung to your face without hurting you, since her eyes were closed, and that was the precise moment when you and Piero you coordinated to start fucking her.

You planted your feet on the bed, and began to move your hips up and down at the same speed with which she was moving before; Piero did so too, slipping in and out of her ass with ease but careful not to hurt her as she got used to the sensation.

Your hands went to her waist, which was the only possible place on her body where you could hold on while you kept the pace slow and leisurely, but it was enough for you to feel how Piero began to pound harder and harder against your girlfriend’s ass so that you could dedicate yourself to catch up the pace, driving Mina completely crazy on top of you. Her moans were like music to your ears, and to see her face completely submerged in ecstasy, a splendid work of art, you knew that your body at this point could no longer give more of itself, but somehow you drew out an energy reserve before unknown to you; the situation ignited faster than gunpowder, Mina was now taking two cocks through different holes, at a speed that did nothing but make her shake like a rag doll.

Mina had the urge to drop her face to one side of yours and hug to your head tightly, now you could feel her moans and gasps right against your ear, which served you as gasoline to continue fucking her with the same intensity you fucked Sana with a minutes ago. Your arms surrounded your girlfriend's torso in a warm hug that kept her still in her place. Piero on the other hand had already lost his fear of doing her any kind of harm, so he was pounding her big ass like she deserved it, strong and deep.

Fucking her obviously wasn't feeling great just for her, your thrusts up and down were between gasps and low moans, her pussy was extremely wet, and it felt more fucking amazing than ever. You wished you could be grabbing her ass right then, but for the moment you'd given the privilege to Piero, who was holding onto both of her buttocks as he filled her ass with thick throbbing meat.

"Look at the innocent and sweet princess Myoui Mina," Sana said from the side of you in a seductive voice, followed by a giggle. Amidst all the excitement you hadn't noticed her presence again, but she was just watching, her legs wide open and the fingers of one hand rubbing her pussy, "Who would have imagined that she could enjoy so much like two cocks filled her."

It was clear that none of the three of you could respond to her taunts or even give her your full attention, but you could still hear her. Mina was the only one who managed to turn her face to be able to see her between intense whimpers.

"Are you enjoying it, cutie?" Sana asked, "You love how they fill you up, don't you? And how they use you like a pretty fragile sex toy. I bet deep down that's what you've always wanted, to be completely torn apart while being fucked."

All of Sana's dirty talk to Mina escalated her pleasure even more, and within seconds, your girlfriend exploded in an intense orgasm that did little to even compare to the first; her pussy contracted violently, and her body spasmed, shaking her as electric shocks from a taser gun, while her fluids shot towards your cock in a slight squirt, something you never thought she would be able to do so far; you had no choice but to let your cock out of her pussy while it kept dripping and she kept shaking between intense cries of pleasure. You and Piero gave her a little rest, until her spasms were now controlled and her orgasm had passed. You were about to continue, but Sana interrupted you.

"Daddy, I don't think she can take it anymore for now, she must be very sensitive," Sana wailed, looking at all the mess your girlfriend was made, "Why don't you cum on her face? It would be a waste not to paint a canvas that expensive and pretty."

You and Piero listened to Sana for some reason, both coming out of Mina to help her kneel on the bed; Sana jumped to her aid as well, kneeling behind her to hold onto her shoulders so she wouldn't fall off. Your girlfriend's face looked completely different from what you were used to, full of lust, red with pleasure, her mouth parted and her eyes somewhat weak. You both stood in front of her, your cocks floating together over her face as you began to quickly jerk off.

"That's it, give all your load to this pretty and innocent princess," Sana grabbed Mina's hair in a ponytail to push it out of her face and then gave her a peck on the cheek, "she's been a very good girl this night," your girlfriend managed to nod, sticking out her tongue.

Mina could only look into your eyes and you into hers, and with the passing of the seconds you exploded first, followed by Piero a few seconds later; the cum began to paint Mina's face in all possible corners, long thick strips of thick load falling on her forehead, her mouth, her tongue, her nose and her cheeks from both directions, even Sana received a little unintentionally, which made her let out a mischievous giggle. Your girlfriend's face was now almost completely covered by white, which you would have found funny if it weren't for the fact that your legs collapsed, making you fall sideways on the bed.

"Oh shit, I think I'm dead now," was the last thing Piero said before staggering out of bed until he fell face up on the floor.

You were the only one who stayed there to watch your girlfriend pick up the cum that had fallen on her tongue to swallow it, while Sana helped her clean herself, holding her by the neck to run her tongue all over her face, picking up everything she could and then spit it back into Mina's mouth. They repeated that hot process a couple of times, until Mina's face was clean, sticky, but clean.

You didn't have the energy to say anything else, you just settled in the middle of the bed and rested your head on a comfortable pillow. Sana and Mina joined you, each one on one side of your body, both of them raised one of their legs to your body, and then they hugged you.

"I hope you enjoyed this," Sana said quietly, looking at Mina and then at you, "You don't hate me do you?"

"No, Minatozaki, I don't hate you, now shut up and let me rest," you sighed.

"You didn't ask me," Mina replied now, her eyes closed.

"Do you hate me?"

"Nope, but I do want to kill Momo right now, I hate being tricked like this," she snorted.

"Save that for later, cutie, maybe the four of us can… you know, talk in private," Sana brushed her knee against your already dead cock for a moment when she said that.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, close your eyes and rest. Bye," you said quickly to muddle through, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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Day of their application to a legionary.

They were already standing in the building, waiting for their turn to registration. Octavius was really happy and almost shaking from excitement, Ultimus was… visibly stressed out. He grabbed Octavius' shoulder, wanting to talk to him in a more private space.

Ultimus: We need to talk about something. I wanted to say that way before that day but I didn't know how you would react, and now I need to do this because it is my only chance now.

Octavius: Ultimus, calm down, talk slower and tell me what happened.

Ultimus: Please, don't be mad but all of this is wrong. I’m afraid that I can't do that.

Octavius: What do you mean you can't? We were waiting for this day for a really long time. We always wanted to become legionaries! I want to know what really bothers you.

Ultimus: I mean uh, I don't want to leave all that I have here in Rome.

Octavius: Being scared of new things is normal, including leaving things that we love behind us. We can figure out what to do about this, for sure! We will be there together so nothing can stop us from…

Ultimus: Ugh shut up, Octavius! Cut it with your stupid speech of “fighting your fear”. I’m not a child anymore. It's not a place for that. I don't want to leave my mum like my father did years ago because of the army. I can't lose my family, don't you get it?! It's easy for you, because you never get along with yours!

Octavius: ...How dare you say that…

Ultimus: I’m sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to…

Octavius: You know what? I always thought I am a part of your family too… but you are not afraid of leaving me. After all those years of living with our promise? Our friendship? We had plans of being here together, remember? You know better than everyone, that was the only thing I've ever wanted and you’re ruining it right before it happens! Why?

Ultimus: I’m sorry but I don't want to do this. I didn't tell you that because I was scared of hurting you. You are the most noble, kind and brave person I have ever met in my entire life, but I can't pretend any longer that it is also my dream.

Octavius: I do not want to hear any more words from you. I’ve never thought you could do this to me. You betrayed me! Betrayed our promise!

Ultimus: Octavius, please listen! This won't change our friendship. This doesn't mean I don't want to be close with you anymore. I don't want to lose us.

Octavius: You already did…

Ultimus: Octavius, wait!

Octavius walked away, not looking at Ultimus at all, just went to the queue to register himself. He stood behind other recruits already and made eye contact with his friend who stared at him for a few seconds and left the building quietly. Octavius' eyes filled with tears but he couldn't show in front of the others that he's crying.

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I Knew You were Trouble ❤️‍🔥

Part 4

Pairing: Jimmy Uso × reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💕 No specific timeline

❗️❗️Warnings: 18+, swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves)❗️❗️

I’m sooooo sorry this took as long to get out, I kinda took a break but I’m back and so is our boy Jon 🥵 hope this was worth the wait 🫣

Day one - Rome, Italy

One of my favourite things about being a WWE superstar is getting the opportunity to travel the world. Because of my job I’ve been in more places that I could have ever imagined and made memories that will last a lifetime. Today we are in one of my favourite places, Rome.

One of my least favourite things about being a WWE superstar though was definitely the travel and itinerary- I get to a new place and don’t have time to see all the sights. its airport, hotel, gym, meet and greets, arena, match, then on the road again.

hey, wanna sneak out and do something fun before the meet and greet?

Josh

what you have in mind?

authentic Italian ice cream? Pizza? Your treat obviously 🤪

Josh

damn, you really want me to treat you after the way you been disrespecting me 😨

fine 🙄 I’ll ask Jon instead - lil bitch

Josh

WAIT

FINE

Meet me in the lobby in 5.

I wasn’t really going to ask Jon, I mean how could I? This whole trip I have to try and avoid him, however I feel like fate has other plans, I was informed late last night that Jon and Josh would join me in doing press for the tour, doing meet and greets and TV appearances to get everyone hyped up for the shows. As long as we aren’t alone together nothing would happen…….right?

One thing I wanted to tick off my bucket list when visiting Rome was going to the Trevi Fountain. Seeing it there in front of me took my breath away, the beauty it holds, the history and traditions. Ugh to have this on my doorstep every day would be a dream. We had found a small gelato shop near the fountain and decided to find a place to sit near by the fountain.

“Okay, fine I’ll admit it, the gelato was a good idea.”

“Of course it was a good idea Josh, are you doubting me and my choices?”

“You know damn well I don’t trust you.” He says

Acting offended I shift myself further away from him, Josh turns to look at me grinning ear to ear.

“Don’t know what you’re smiling at, you’ve just bumped yourself down the list of what Fatu brother I like more.”

“Well number 2 ain’t so bad.”

“Try 3”

Annoyed he reply’s “3? What you mean 3, who else you know except me and Jon!”

Realising I got him right where I want him “well Joe obviously, I’ve spoke with him a few times and he is such a sweetheart, I think he might actually be my favourite brother.”

He didn’t have a come back, he just sat there eating his gelato like a grumpy little kid. I take a few sneaky pics to send to Trin, captioned “fun with your grumpy ass brother in law.”

Josh reaches into his pocket and places two coins in front of us.

“Let’s go throw these in the fountain then.”

“Wait, how did you know I wanted to do that?”

“Cause believe it or not yn but I listen to you, you are one of my closest friends and I love ya, if there is something you wanna do you damn sure I wanna make it happen. That’s what family does.”

I couldn’t see him, my eyes were filling with tears. Never in my life have i had someone care so much. We fight like cat and dog but underneath it all there is pure love and adoration for each other.

“Okay don’t get all soppy on me” he jests. “Let’s throw our coins and get back before there is a search party.”

Grabbing my hand we walk over to the fountain and throw our coins in tradition states if you throw a coin in you are wishing that one day you will come back to Rome and with every fiber of my being i was hoping that one day i would.

“Thank you” i whisper to Josh.

“Don’t mention it, though I do hope I ain’t last on yo list anymore?”

Laughing I announce “A solid 2 for sure now.”

Another part I love about being a WWE Superstar is getting the opportunity to meet the fans. The WWE universe has the best, most intense fan base in the world.

In the store where the meet and greet was happening, It was a basic set up, a long table, a seat for each of us and a backdrop with our image plastered over it. The queue was already around the block, with a mixture of kids, teens and adults all waiting to meet us.

“I’m really nervous, this is my first international meet and greet - what if no one is here for me.” I start to panic.

Josh looks at me and in his usual joshy manner tries to make it all better “yn we know no one is here for you, and honestly you are killing the mood. Put yo big girl panties on and let’s get this over with huh?”

And just like that the mood has been lifted and he has me laughing.

“I honestly hate you J.”

Jon who had been observing finally breaks his silence. “You can sit between us, that way we can comfort you if it gets too much.” Comfort me……..

A little too eagerly I agree. The first few fans come in and just like that all my nerves and panic washed away and I was in autopilot.

“How you doin now yn? Eased into it okay?” Josh enquires

“I’m fine J, I just let my ner……”

Heat. That was the only thing I could feel. My thigh tingling under his touch, Jon’s touch.

“Yo yn, you good?” Josh looks at me concerned.

“Yep fine, just got a little cramp in my leg, feel like we have been here for hours.” I brush him off, along with moving Jon’s hand off my leg. Think of Trin, think of Trin I repeat in my head.

The last of the fans come and go, it’s been a sweet afternoon watching Jon and Josh interact with everyone, you can see the love and passion they have for this business and the fans. Maybe teaming with them on this European tour won’t be so bad after all.

Backstage WWE LIVE, Rome Italy,

The crowd had been electric all night. There is no major storylines, no characters and no set of rules to follow just purely wrestling. Our match was a mixed tag match, myself and The Uso’s v Indie, Theory and Waller. Going out and having fun with everyone and the crowd is what it’s all about, the passion the fans give in return for the show you put on makes all the travel, injuries and lack of sleep worth it.

After any of my matches I like a debrief, things I could have done better, things I did great etc, it’s how I grow and learn, however fate was having none of that tonight. Walking back to the female dressing room I felt a strong pair of hands grab my arms and pull me into a secluded corner of the arena, from the way my skin was burning at the slightest touch I knew it could only be one man - and I was in trouble.

“Have you been avoiding me all day?”

“Em, earth to Jon? We saw each other at the meet and greet.” I laugh trying to break the tension

“Oh I remember..” Edging closer to me with fire in his eyes he continues “I’ve been thinking about how nice your thigh felt, and wondered what else felt nice.”

Gulp

Think of Trin yn.

Keep it light and funny yn “Plus I was busy with Josh all morning, he took me out for some gelato - I’m a busy woman Jon.”

“Yeah, Josh told me about the gelato. Is there a reason I wasn’t invited?”

His heavy eyes stuck on mine, waiting for my answer.

“Honestly it was a last minute thing, next time I’ll make sure you get an invite.” Trying to leave his hand leans on the wall behind me enclosing us in even closer. His free hand finds its place perfectly on my hip before it starts to lower slowly, like he was trying to memorise how each part of me felt before placing his hand on my butt, grabbing onto it with his powerful grip.

“How bout we skip the gelato and i give you some of my cream.”

Fire, passion, a need for only him. That’s all I felt in that moment. It consumed me. Jon looked at me like I was the only girl on the planet.

After weeks of playing cat and mouse, he caught me. His lips finally found their way onto mine, a low moan slowly released from his mouth, like a weight had been lifted from him, his hands tracing every inch of my body. I didn’t want him, I needed him and in that moment I’m what he needed too.

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Enticing 26 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

Author’s note: Ugh! I can’t wait for all of you to read what I have planned for this series. It’s all I think about lately. I’ve even gotten my boyfriend involved. A boyfriend that I have turned into a Harry lover with my own obsession. I confess that I’ve just recently let him into my little secret world. He had been suspicious of it but hadn’t said anything. Last week, I confessed everything to him, and it was such a relief especially because he is now a big supporter of it all. He even gives me ideas. Anyway, enough about me! Let’s get started. Happy Reading everyone!

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It was late, around eleven o’clock when someone knocked on his apartment door. He was dozing off while he read the latest book by his favorite writer. The knock and the ringing of his doorbell startled him. For a moment, he considered not opening the door, but curiosity got the best of him and got him out of bed. As soon as he looked through the peephole, he was frantically trying to open the front door.

“What are you doing here?” Patrick asked Y/N, she looked beaten down and disheveled. Her mascara was running everywhere, and her eyes were red from all the crying that she had done on the ride over.

“C-can I stay here?” He pulled her into the apartment and shut the door before pulling her into a tight hug.

“This is your home. Of course, you can” Patrick kissed the top of her head as he held her tightly and she cried.

Y/N finally felt safe and comfortable. They sat on the couch while she continued to cry. It felt like a nightmare. She felt like time had stopped, and her future was a blur.

“Let me get you something warm to drink” Patrick had never seen her as broken. The last time she had been so broken was when her father had passed away and back then Y/N had been solely consoled by her mother. He started to warm some water for some tea and made sure to bring her a blanket.

“H- He accused me of cheating on him,” she said from the living room while he finished serving two cups of chamomile tea. Patrick frowned, disapproving of her ex-boyfriend’s accusations.

“On what claim?” He asked her as he carefully carried the teacups into the living room. “Weren’t you in Italy?” Y/N nodded and reached out for the tea. She took a sip before continuing.

“James messaged me while we were in Rome.” Y/N confessed which earned a gasp from Patrick, “He wanted to meet up and discuss some things. At first, I ignored him and blocked him from a new profile that he had created on Instagram to reach out to me. But then he texted me”.

“How did he get your new phone number?” Patrick had been very careful to hand out her phone number to people. Ever since the night she left him, Patrick had always asked for authorization when people asked for her phone. “It wasn’t me. I swear”.

“I don’t know, and I know it wasn’t you. I still haven’t been able to figure that part out.” Y/N exhaled loudly, feeling a bit calmer. “Harry freaked out, and after everything that has happened involving Oliver’s mom and his ex”.

“It’s irrational! So, he kicked you out?”

“I left” She confessed, wiping some tears off her face.

“Y/N” he sighed, “why? Didn’t you love him?”

“I did” Y/N’s voice cracked, “I do” she sniffed, “But how can I have a relationship with a man that expects me to trust him with all sorts of women, but when the time comes, he can’t give that sort of trust back to me?”

Patrick knew where she was coming from. James had cheated multiple times on her during her relationship and she had turned a blind eye. Y/N had been a fool in love before.

“I deserve better” She tried to convince herself, “He met up with them, Patrick. He had secret meetings with Ashley, and it wasn’t until Valeria revealed it to me that he confessed to it”. Patrick pouted at his best friend and pulled her into a big hug.

“You are totally right. You deserve better.” Patrick had always thought that Harry was it for Y/N —that he was her forever. He was shocked at the turn of events. It had been very hypocritical on his part to point fingers at Y/N when he had lied to her. “Let’s get your room and bed ready”. He still had a few questions to make, but he could tell that Y/N was done speaking. Patrick also knew that she needed to get some rest. “Would you like me to prepare you a bath?”

“No. I just need to be on my own.”

“I understand” Patrick set her bed up and got new bedsheets and a clean towel. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. He knew that she was in pain and the next few days would be harder for her.

Just as he had predicted, Y/N went through it all. A few days turned into five then into a week. Before he realized a week and a half had passed by since she had arrived that night. Patrick would check on her in the morning and find her sitting on her bed without any sleep. He would make her breakfast and would come back to it barely touched. Y/N barely left her bed unless it was for peeing, taking a shower, or throwing up the food that she had just attempted to eat.

On the fifth day, she finally accepted to take a sleeping fill that Patrick’s psychiatrist had ordered him to take for his insomnia and anxiety. She slept wonderfully until nausea got her straight out of bed. So, Patrick bought her melatonin gummies at the pharmacy and made her chicken soup most of the day since it was all she could keep down.

“Enough! I love you, but you are killing yourself” Patrick cried, he had just arrived from work to find her throwing up in the guest bathroom. It had been two weeks since she had broken up with Harry. “You are going to get up and change, and we are going to go out on a walk.”

“I can’t” she cried, “I can’t go out there, Patrick. Not when every corner of this damn city reminds me of him and of what we could’ve been.”

“No!” He explained, “What’s meant for you will stay and he didn’t! He didn’t fight for you, so you don’t get to lie around and kill yourself slowly. Do you think he stopped going to the office after you left?! No, because people count on him and need him”. He was tired of seeing her so defeated. He missed her. “And I need you!” Patrick slapped his chest with every word, emphasizing how hard it’s been to see her so broken.

Y/N gently sat up on the bathroom floor and flushed the toilet as she looked up at her best friend.

“So, get up! Get ready! We are going out on a walk and getting some Starbucks.”

Y/N eventually got off the floor and took a hot shower. She had lost multiple pounds, enough to allow her to see her hip bones. Her skin was dry and the bags under her eyes made her look unrecognizable. Patrick was right, she thought.

“Ready?” She had dressed in some leggings, vans, and a puffy sweater. It had started getting colder in New York, warning the people that winter was just around the corner, and it was going to be a hard one. Patrick hooked arms with her just as they left the apartment building.

“Isn’t it nice? Didn’t you miss the fresh air?” The trees had started turning, and the leaves had begun to fall. Y/N was quite surprised at how quickly the city had changed in her absence.

“I have,” she said a bit teary eye, and for the first time not about leaving Harry, but about missing life.

After getting their drinks, they sat in Central Park on a bench and enjoyed watching other people walk past them.

“Should have ordered a hot chocolate too or a pumpkin spice” Patrick said as he drank his ice caramel macchiato.

“It’s chilly, and you decided to order a cold drink?” Y/N giggled after sipping her hot chocolate, “You are an idiot” Patrick laughed along, even though his fingers left like icicles against the cold cup.

“You giggled!” He pointed out, it had been a while since he had heard her or seen her smile.

“Thank you” she genuinely thanked him. She suddenly felt emotional and wanted to cry for having such a wonderful friend as Patrick. “Would you like my chocolate?” She offered.

“Is this your way of saying thank you? A Starbucks chocolate?” He gasped, “Outrageous. I deserve much more, but I’ll have some”.

“No, it’s not believe me. I just that I feel nauseous all of a sudden.”

“I thought you were doing better! Stop making yourself sick, Y/N.”

“I am not! Everything has been making me nauseous lately, and I can’t keep anything down”. She confessed, “You thought I was making myself sick?”.

“Don’t be mad about what I am about to say.” Patrick had thought that her nausea had been part of some weird psychological episode caused by her breakup and depression. “What if you are pregnant?”...

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MWMD - Kiss My Lips

Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson

Summary: It's the Fourth of July -- Steve and Eddie have a bit too much to drink, and have some fun playing party games.

Word Count: 4.4K

Chapter: 4 of 6 CHAPTER LIST

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Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use.

Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending

Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’

July 4th, 1986

Everyone’s a little drunk already.

By everyone, Eddie means the only adults the gang really knows. He’s brought along Gareth and Jeff, who are absolutely beside themselves that they get to hang out at King Steve’s house. Robin has brought Vickie as her definitely not date. Jonathan has brought Argyle who Eddie already considers one of his new favourite people. Or maybe his mortal enemy. He’s not sure.

Eddie half expects Steve to have some girl attached to his hip since he hasn’t exactly been getting lucky since all but moving into his trailer. It would be one of Steve’s only chances, seeing as his parents have gone on some fancy business trip for Fourth of July weekend and he’s offered his house as tribute for a (kind of sad) rager.

But there is no girl that Steve has invited, at least not yet, and Eddie is more than okay with that. This way, he won’t have to pretend not to be jealous. And he won’t have to think about Steve’s dick being inside whoever’s pussy the next time it’s pressed against his own in the middle of the night.

It’s the first time Eddie has been invited to one of Harrington’s parties, and he’d be lying if he said he isn’t a little bit excited about it. Maybe King Steve is falling from his throne, but Eddie seems to be climbing the ranks. Maybe they’ll eventually meet somewhere in the middle.

Steve is currently lining up shots on the edge of his fancy, built-in kitchen island while Robin watches over his shoulder.

“Ugh, I hate tequila,” Robin says, scrunching her nose while Steve gets the saltshaker.

“Then don’t drink any.” Steve slices a lime into halves, and then into quarters, and then into eighths. He scans a few faces, and then his gaze lands on none other than Eddie’s. “You’ll do some shots with me, won’t you, Eds?”

Eds. Eds.

He barks out a startled laugh that Gareth raises an eyebrow at. Eddie smacks him in the arm before joining Steve by the island. Drinking had never been Eddie’s thing, mostly because he can’t afford that and weed. But he’s at a Harrington house party. When in Rome and all that.

“How’s this work then?”

“You’ve never done a tequila shot before?”

“Of course I have, Harrington. I’m not fucking twelve.” Eddie scoffs. He’s lying. “I just can’t remember the order.”

“Lick, shoot, suck,” says Steve, pointing first to the salt, then to the shot glasses, then to the lime slices. “Lick the salt, shoot the tequila, suck the lime.”

“What do I lick the salt off of?” Eddie asks.

“That’s the fun part.” Steve takes the saltshaker in his hands. “You can be boring and lick it off your own hand. Or –” he peels his dumb, striped polo off from his shoulders. This time Eddie doesn’t even pretend to look away. He’s already had a few beers, “– you can do a body shot.”

Eddie stares at Steve’s bare chest, made of all muscle and hair and sun-kissed skin. He lets his gaze fall to Steve’s navel where – rhetorically – he’d be taking the shot from.

“I…” he makes a kind of choking sound, then clears his throat, “I never back down from a challenge?” It comes out as more of a question, but honestly, Eddie is just glad he’s able to form words.

Steve’s face splits into a crooked smirk. He cups his hand over his mouth and swiftly turns to face the living room where most people are loitering around. “BODY SHOTS!”

There are a few whoops that come from probably Argyle and Jeff (who’s clearly gotten comfortable with the other guests). And suddenly, they have an audience.

“Alright, Eds and I are going first, because I want to be the one to pop his tequila cherry –”

“I’ve had tequila before!”

“Yeah, okay, whatever, man. We’re going first because Eddie is an expert at tequila body shots –”

“You’re such a prick.”

“– and we have to teach all you losers how to do it properly. Capiche?”

Everyone is gathered around the kitchen now. And to Eddie’s surprise, Steve heads for the giant oak table in the dining room. He steps onto one of the matching chairs, and then plunks his ass down on the tabletop. Steve twists to his back, his head propped up with his hands, and a shit-eating grin plastered to his features like it’s now a permanent fixture of his face.

“Go ahead, Munson. Show them how it’s done.” Steve finally shuts up when he clamps down on the peel side of a slice of lime.

Fuck.

Eddie is making a fool of himself already, and he hasn’t even started… whatever this is.

Robin saves his ass. She grabs the tequila bottle and flings the cap into the unknown. “I hope you washed your belly button, dude,” she says before pouring the liquor into Steve’s navel. It overflows a bit, dripping down his ridiculously pronounced obliques. “Where do you want to lick the salt from?”

It takes a second for Eddie to realise that Robin is talking to him. “Is his cock an okay answer?”

Just kidding. Eddie doesn’t say that.

Instead, he says, “I don’t know. Wherever is the least hairy. It’s hard enough not to gag on tequila as it is,” like he hasn’t fantasized a million times about pressing his face, his nose, his tongue, into every enticing patch of Steve’s hair, from his head down to his fuzzy calves.

Steve rolls his eyes and points to the dip under his ribcage where the skin is relatively smooth, compared. Robin wastes no time sprinkling salt onto that area. And then Steve is prepped, and all eyes are on Eddie. He kind of wants to die, but if he was dead he wouldn’t be five seconds away from getting his tongue onto Steve fucking Harrington. So in conclusion, he’s actually very, very thankful to be alive.

Eddie eyes up Steve’s body, plotting the easiest plan of attack. He decides he might as well commit since he’s already entirely mortified, so he hikes himself up on the table so he’s straddling Harrington’s thighs. Everyone starts hooting and hollering. Nancy is giggling behind her palm while Argyle is slowly nodding with a joint tucked behind his ear. Robin’s hands smack over her eyes but she peeks out from between her fingers. Gareth nudges Jeff’s shoulder like they know something, so Eddie throws them daggers with his gaze.

It takes Eddie a second to steel himself, but soon he musters enough courage to bend himself over Steve, who immediately starts giggling when Eddie licks a fat stripe over his salty skin. As Steve laughs, tequila sloshes around on his abdomen. So Eddie presses his palms into Steve’s hips to still them. He might be imagining it, but it sounds like Steve sucks in a sharp breath.

Which really just encourages Eddie.

He buries his fingers into the flesh of Steve’s hips (because he might as well while he’s here) and tucks his head low to suck the bitter liquid from Steve’s navel. He dips his tongue in there, too – he just can’t help himself – which makes Steve squirm under his body. The button of his jeans rub against Eddie’s chin and it takes everything inside of himself not to nip at Steve’s skin and trail his mouth lower.

He knows that’s not really body shot etiquette even though this is the first ever body shot he’s ever done.

Finally, Eddie crawls up the length of Steve’s body and hovers his mouth over the slice of lime that’s still being held between Steve’s teeth. But he pauses, because Steve is staring straight into Eddie’s soul, with lidded eyes and pupils blown. Maybe it’s in Eddie’s head but it really looks like Steve is turned on, but no, that doesn’t make sense because Steve is straight, and Eddie is pretty sure he’s not a girl.

Well, he does have feminine features, like his long hair and his big eyes, and his full lips which are actually kind of an insecurity because his upper lip is bigger than his lower lip, and he always thought that was weird. But maybe that’s why Steve looks like this – like he’s about to drag Eddie up to his abandoned bedroom – because he’s drunk and Eddie kinda sorta looks like a girl.

Whatever. Eddie will take it.

He brackets his arms around Steve’s shoulders as he bends down to bite the wedge of lime from between Steve’s teeth. It’s really lodged in there, and Steve isn’t exactly making it easy to pry it from his mouth, so Eddie seals his lips into the pulp, trying to suck the juice back from right there, in Steve’s mouth. The lime bursts sour liquid that squirts into Eddie’s mouth and dribbles down Steve’s chin, and Eddie nearly chases that with his tongue too, but ultimately decides against it since he’s already pushed the limits enough.

“It’s so wrong, but I can’t look away.” Robin’s voice pries Eddie from his revery. He sits back up, spine rod straight, to shoot her a look and point a finger into her face.

“Can it, Buckley.”

“Yeah, Eddie, how come you’ve never sucked tequila from my stomach?” Gareth barks a laugh, but then the girl that Nancy brought with her – Eddie forgets her name, but it’s some chick that ran the school paper – turns to Eddie’s friend.

“I’ll do it.”

That wipes the grin straight from Gareth’s face, replaced by a healthy flush beneath his cheeks. The whole group is then in an uproar, pointing to each other, and laughing, and separating into pairs to do body shots of their own. Only then does Eddie remember that he’s straddling Steve when he feels him wiggle beneath his thighs.

“Um, Eddie?”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie clambers from the table ungracefully as ever, lucky to land on his feet. “Sorry. Sorry, Harrington.”

Steve sits up, wiping his mouth of lime juice with the back of his hand before giving Eddie a mischievous look. “All good, man. Let’s get some more drinks.”

Steve grabs Eddie’s hand (like, he actually holds it for a minute, like he did in the hospital all those months ago) as he drags him to the counter with all the liquor. And there they do shot after shot until Eddie can’t down anymore without gagging it back up. But he does crack open a beer, and so does Steve, and they head to the living room while everyone else is screaming when Nancy sucks a shot of tequila from Robin’s navel.

Vickie looks a bit jealous, but Eddie averts his gaze before he can read too much into it.

“Holy shit,” Steve says, falling into the plush cushions of his parents’ couch. “I’m so drunk. I haven’t been this drunk in… forever.”

It’s not hard to believe, because Steve is slurring his words and each time he blinks his eyes it seems like it takes all of his energy to open them again. The room is spinning a bit, and Eddie realizes that he, too, is way more drunk than he’d been in a while.

“Same. But you know what would make it even better?” He pulls a joint from his crumby pocket and waggles his brows at Steve.

“Oh, man.” Steve slings his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “I knew there was a reason I love you.”

Eddie tries not to think too hard about that, and instead drags Steve up off the couch and out the door that leads to his pool. He digs around in his pocket until he finds a fluorescent orange lighter, and then he sparks it up.

The first drag burns deep, calming the excited, jittery nerves that he’s had all evening for some reason (his crush on Steve). He takes one more, then hands the spliff off. Steve takes a hit and lets his head loll backwards on his shoulders as he hums a noise of approval.

“Fuucckk,” he moans, making the little hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck stand on end. It shouldn’t sound so damn pornographic, but it does. Eddie’s been fighting off a boner all evening and the noises that Harrington makes is what finally takes the cake. He wishes he could readjust his dick in his too-tight jeans without being obvious about it but alas, he cannot. So he just lets his cock fill out as he breathes through it, and hopes that Steve doesn’t let his gaze fall below Eddie’s belt.

“You make it sound like that joint is better than sex, Harrington.”

“Yeah, well it might be.” Steve opens his eyes as he takes another puff and then hands it over to Eddie. “Not that I can remember, it’s been so long since I’ve gotten any.”

Eddie snorts and averts his gaze, sucking back on the roach in his fingers.

“What about you?”

Eddie looks back at Steve. “What about me?”

“When’s the last time you fucked someone?” Steve asks, unabashed. “Or, I don’t know. Got fucked by someone.”

Blood rushes around Eddie’s body, not sure if it wants to settle in his ears, or his cheeks, or his dick. But there seems to be plenty of it, because all three are getting a fresh supply. “Oh. I – uh. It’s been – you know. A while.”

Ever?

“Uhuh.” Steve nods. “So, when was it?”

“C’mon, man.” Eddie laughs nervously, snubbing out the joint on Harrington’s parents’ landing. “I haven’t – I mean. It’s been, a reeeaally long time for me.”

Twenty years.

Steve narrows his eyes, catching onto something Eddie isn’t sure he really wants him to. “Are you saying you’re like… a virgin?”

“No!” Eddie lies, crossing his arms defensively. He huffs out an embarrassed breath. “Well, maybe? When you’re gay, virginity isn’t exactly as black and white –”

He cuts himself off.

He just said that, in real words, out loud, in English. He just said he’s gay. And he also kind of admitted he’s a virgin, and Eddie doesn’t know which is worse. Maybe Steve is too drunk to realise? But no, he’s not, Steve still has his general wits about him and he’s looking at Eddie with such an intensity that Eddie feels like he’s about to get punched. Or maybe kissed?

Probably the former.

Steve doesn’t do either. He doesn’t even dwell on the elephant in the room. He just says, “Huh. So what have you done?”

Eddie feels the tension in his shoulders relax a bit. Maybe he’s okay, but it’s better safe than sorry. He tells himself that he’ll keep his words genderless, so he doesn’t out himself by accident a second time.

“I don’t know. A handjob here, a blowjob there.” The second thing is another lie, but admitting he’s only had one handjob seems more embarrassing than just being a virgin, period. He shrugs. “Believe it or not, when you’re a threepeat senior, and the Dungeon Master of a D&D club, you’re not exactly swimming in opportunities, Steve.”

Steve takes a step towards Eddie, which just makes Eddie believe that he really mustn’t have heard the gay thing. Because why would he be crowding his face into Eddie’s like this? Why would he be getting so damn close if he knew Eddie was into dudes?

“You’re a good-looking guy,” Steve says, cocking his head to one side and letting his gaze slowly trail down Eddie’s body like he’s appraising him for value. “Maybe you’re just not searching hard enough?”

Eddie makes a noise, something like a squeak, or a hiccup. He’s about to say something – anything – but before he can form words, Robin comes rushing out from the sliding doors. “We’re playing spin the bottle! Come on, it’s gonna be so fun.”

“Yeah, coming, Rob.” Steve takes a step away from Eddie. Smiles. “Maybe we’ll be able to get some action now. Let’s go.”

Eddie hopes that his blush isn’t all that visible, but he knows with his white-ass skin he’ll be stained up with splashes of pink watercolour. He kind of wants to sit this one out, because he’s sure that nobody wants to kiss The Freak of Hawkins High (even if they are all friends now).

He’s never once wished in his life to kiss Gareth or Jeff, but here he is, hoping that when he spins, the bottle will at least land on one of them to spare himself having to see the disgust in someone else’s face.

Everyone inside is already forming themselves into a loose circle. There’s enough space for Eddie and Steve to cram themselves between Argyle and Nancy. There’s an empty brown bottle in the middle that Robin is immediately taking hold of. “It was my idea, so I get to go first! And no copouts. Whoever it lands on, it lands on.”

She gives the bottle a good crank, and it ominously spins and spins, and eventually slows. The neck is pointing towards Jeff, who blushes, and Eddie feels a little bad for him because he definitely doesn’t know Robin is queerer than a three-dollar bill. He has a feeling he’ll be hearing Jeff talk about the pretty girl from the party for the next couple of months until he realises for himself that nothing is going to happen.

Robin grins and leans forward on her knees. Jeff meets her halfway. They smack a quick but playful kiss against each other’s lips right in the centre of the circle, and everyone cheers. Eddie catches himself grinning, too.

Jeff smiles his dopey little smile that Eddie kind of loves (but he’d never admit to it), and he grabs hold of the bottle next. It spins, and lands on Gareth. Eddie finds himself laughing aloud, clapping his hands together and chanting some sarcastically encouraging words.

Gareth grabs Jeffs cheeks and smooshes them together, and then plants a fat kiss to his forcefully puckered lips. Everyone in the circle laughs. “I know, I know,” says Gareth. “Here to rock everyone’s world.”

Eddie is still very much drunk, so he says, “Yeah? Make sure it lands on me and share some of that sugar.” He’s never said anything like that in his life, and as soon as he hears himself, he cringes. Beside him, Steve kind of furrows his brows and shifts around.

Maybe he is a little bit uncomfortable with gay things.

The whole circle is giggling when Gareth spins the bottle. It doesn’t land on Eddie, but the girl from earlier. Gareth looks all flustered again, and Eddie feels soft for a minute. He hopes that maybe something could come out of all this. It’s about time that one of them gets to start having sex.

The girl leans forward first. Gareth crawls on his knees and lets her press her lips into his. It’s a softer kiss than all the others – Robin and Nance coo while Eddie makes a dramatic gagging sound.

“Shut up, man!” Gareth tosses his empty beer can at Eddie’s head. The girl laughs and spins the bottle. It lands back on Gareth. The room erupts in cheers when they go in for their second kiss. It’s more confident that the first and Eddie feels like he’s witnessing something a little bit too personal. Gareth goes next, and it lands on Steve. “Pucker up, your highness.”

Eddie isn’t sure what he expects. Maybe for Steve to cringe or look mildly horrified. But he’s grinning a genuine grin, all crooked and happy like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Eddie is also ferociously jealous. Even though he knows both Gareth and Steve are straight.

Steve grabs Gareth’s head and smacks an aggressive but quick kiss to his lips. Gareth fakes a shudder. “C’mon, man,” Steve says. “Tell me that didn’t make you want to cream your pants.”

“That didn’t make me want to cream my pants.” Gareth rolls his eyes. “Guess I’m immune to the Harrington charm.”

“What a shame. Hopefully whoever it lands on actually wants a piece of this.”

“I’m pretty sure nobody here wants you, Steve,” says Robin. Steve sticks his tongue out at her, and she does it right back.

Eddie almost says that she couldn’t be more wrong, but he’s sober enough to keep his lips sealed.

Steve reaches down, grabs the neck of the bottle, cranks it to the side. It spins and it spins, and by some divine intervention or maybe some cosmic joke, it lands on Eddie.

His ears are ringing, but it’s not quite enough to drown out Robin’s laughing. “Part two to the show we got earlier!”

“Yeah, come on! Lay one on him!” says Gareth. Eddie whips his head to the side, hopefully looking at him with a menacing warning, but something tells him the only thing in his eyes is fear and want.

Eddie barely has time to think, let alone form a witty response, before Steve is grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and yanking him towards him. “Pucker up, baby.”

There are a few things that go through Eddie’s head in that moment.

First: Steve just called Eddie baby, and as one might guess, it definitely makes his dick jump in his pants. He’s embarrassed by how often that happens now, but there’s only so much he can do about it. And if Steve insists on always being so frustratingly sexy, it’s just something Eddie is going to have to get used to.

Second: That look is back in Steve’s eyes. The one that makes Eddie think he might actually want to be kissing him, like Steve’s glad that the bottle pointed towards him. Half-lidded gaze focused on Eddie’s lips, meanwhile his own tongue is wetting his, and fuck –

Third: Steve is kissing him. But it’s not like all of the other kisses of the evening, Eddie would like to point out. No, this one is very different. Because it’s lasting a lot longer than a second or two. It’s lasting – God – it’s lasting forever, and Eddie is vaguely aware that people are cheering. And then – Eddie shits you not – Steve’s lips part and Eddie just follows along, because what else is he supposed to do? So now their lips are slotted and moving together and Steve’s tongue fucking rubs against Eddie’s lower lip.

This is when Eddie realises he’s been holding his breath, so he pulls away from Steve out of instinct for air, not because he wants it to stop, and then everything kind of zeros back into reality that he’s at a party and he’s definitely trying to turn what’s supposed to be an innocent game of spin the bottle into a full-on make out session with Steve fucking Harrington. So instead of leaning back in to continue like he wants to, he just shakes his head and clears his throat, and says, “Jesus,” because it seems like an appropriate response.

“Wow.” Robin’s eyes are big, staring at Eddie and Steve with a sidelong gaze like she’s embarrassed for them. “That definitely bumped up this game from general audience.”

The whole circle laughs, and Eddie blushes, and he very pointedly does not look at Steve before he takes his turn. It lands on Nancy, and it’s a little weird to kiss her but it’s definitely not like the kiss he and Steve just shared. But he can see Steve staring from his peripheral vision and he battles everything in himself to look back because he knows he won’t be able to look Steve in the eye and not at his mouth.

The game continues for another fifteen minutes before people start getting up to refresh their drinks, and others get bored, and it just naturally fizzles out.

Eddie keeps sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Steve, who’s in some heated discussion with Jeff about six versus eight cylinder motors that Eddie knows absolutely nothing about. He toys with his empty can of beer, until there’s a hand on his knee.

It’s Steve’s.

“Can I get you another drink, man?” he asks, and Eddie just nods. Steve takes his empty can and brings him a fresh one, and Eddie decides that it’ll be the last drink of the night because his mind has been plotting about how to get Steve to kiss him again, which is a pretty good sign that he needs to stop.

The party wraps up at about one in the morning. Some people take cabs, others ride their bikes, some parents even come to pick up their children.

Eddie stays, because why wouldn’t he?

He and Steve half clean up, throwing the empty cans and bottles into bags, tossing the cardboard pizza boxes into the recycling after wrapping the leftovers and putting them in the fridge.

When it’s time for bed, Eddie eyes the spare rooms in the hall and wonders if that’s where he’s supposed to go, but Steve speaks up before he has a chance to dwell too long. “C’mon, man. My room is this one.”

Eddie follows Steve into his room, and watches as Steve strips down to his boxers. It shouldn’t be weirder than it normally is, but Eddie is very aware that this is an entirely different situation because at his trailer, his bed is the only option. Here, though, there are several, and Steve is still inviting Eddie to sleep next to him like it’s the only thing that makes sense, when really he’s having a whole internal crisis about it.

But Eddie tries not to think about it too hard, even though it’s kind of too late, and he undressed and follows Steve into his giant bed. Steve scootches closer and slots their legs together while they’re still awake. And fuck, they both have semis. Eddie feels like he wants to unpack that a bit, but instead he tells himself not to overthink it.

By the time Steve is sleeping, Eddie is leaking in his boxers, and he condemns himself for doing this but he really has no choice. He goes to Steve’s attached bathroom and he rubs one out, he comes to the thought of Steve’s lips and his tongue and his half-hard cock that he felt on his thigh. He comes hard, and he tries to aim it for the toilet, but it flies everywhere. So he spends a few minutes cleaning up after himself, ashamed. Satiated.

He crawls back into bed with Steve and hisses a bit when Steve’s thigh slots between his and rubs against his over-sensitive dick.

And maybe Eddie’s imagining it, he probably is, but it sounds like Steve huffs out a small laugh.

He really hopes he’s imagining it.

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A Dash of Nutmeg

I'm in the middle of preparing my next meta, and while mulling over a problem a had a wtf! moment. More like a "lead balloon" moment, really, where you realize you're looking at one of those glaring anachronisms that the Good Omens AU has plenty of but never makes a big deal of.

Nutmeg. And lemongrass. You know, they get mentioned together in this little passage in the book:

"Come off it. Your lot get ineffable mercy," said Crowley sourly. "Yes? Did you ever visit Gomorrah?" "Sure," said the demon. "There was this great little tavern where you could get these terrific fermented date-palm cocktails with nutmeg and crushed lemongrass-" "I meant afterwards." "Oh."

Nutmeg then turns up in the S2 as part of Aziraphale's magic sleight of hand performance.

The reason it jumped out to me is that nutmeg has played a significant role in the history of the world - it was the center of deal between two countries that you could say became a "sliding door" moment about 500 years ago. And because of that, I knew its origin put it at unlikely odds of being in the right place at the right time in the GO story (but when has that ever stopped anything getting in the way of the story!)

Although we don't know if Sodom and Gomorrah were actually real cities, we know they are supposed to predate the Roman Empire, and that is what matters here. And the matter I'm trying to get to is that the natural origins of nutmeg are from small cluster of islands in the Indonesian archipelago that were a closely guarded secret for centuries. The first nutmeg reached Rome in the first century AD, long after Sodom and Gomorrah would have been razed to oblivion by Sandalphon's smiting efforts. And there was never very much of it. It was always in short supply, and considered precious.

Oh, and its a well known hallucinogenic, if you consume too much of it. Even just a generous amount sprinkled on your Christmas pud can give you a lovely relaxed, floaty feeling...mmmm, or was Aunty Jill a bit heavy-handed with the brandy, I'm not sure...

Lemongrass is also of south-east Asian origin. It likes a hot, damp environment to grow well. I'm not sure that's the kind of place Sodom or Gomorrah was!

So for Crowley to describe a cocktail, of all things, with two exotic, rare ingredients from thousands of miles away in a "time" when the trade routes hadn't quite spread that far...

ugh. My head hurts just thinking about this one.

Did I mention I found a thing that many cultures believed nutmeg could protect you against evil? Right, right...whatever. Go for it, Crowley. You've obviously been into the mind-altering chemicals for millennia anyway.

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #nutmeg #lemongrass #a dash of nutmeg #sodom and gomorrah #caffiene #even salt and sugar are mind altering chemicals #alcohol #extraordinary amounts of alcohol

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Sakuya Sakuma | [SSR] Toy Box of Hope | Spring Troupe at Block TOY Land - Part 2

Citron: They are selling headbands! How very fitting for a theme park!

Citron: We should all wear them!

Sakuya: Sounds great!

Masumi: No. I’m not wearing that.

Tsuzuru: Yeah, I’m not so sure about that one…

Itaru: Nah, you’re still good to wear one, Tsuzuru. Senpai and I are the ones who are gonna have to sit this one out.

Chikage: Don’t go deciding on who’s going to sit out without asking people first.

Itaru: So you’re gonna wear one then?

Chikage: …I’m going to have to politely decline.

Sakuya: Eh, why don’t you want to wear one?

Citron: When in France, do as the French do…

Tsuzuru: Don’t you mean Rome, not France?

Citron: Yes, that!

Citron: Here!

Tsuzuru: Whoa.

Masumi: Don’t just put them without permission!

Itaru: We’re being forced to wear them against our will…

Chikage: Well, guess it can’t be helped.

Citron: Thank you for buying us the headbands, Itaru~.

Itaru: I’m paying for them? Well, Senpai paid for lunch, so it’s not that big of a deal, but… Doing something like this at this age is harsh…

Masumi: This sucks…

Sakuya: But now we all match! I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while now, so I’m glad we’re getting to do it!

Chikage: …There’s nothing else we can do but resign ourselves to this fate today.

Tsuzuru: I guess so…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Where should we go first?

Citron: I want to ride on the ancient ruins exploration ride!

Chikage: Alright, let’s go there.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: (Ah, a minigame. That looks kinda fun.)

Sakuya: (But we’re headed to a different attraction now, so maybe I’ll try it when we pass by here again.)

Citron: Everyone, wait!

Masumi: What?

Citron: I want to play that minigame!

Sakuya: Eh…?

Chikage: So it’s a game where you have to throw the ball and knock down the blocks, huh?

Tsuzuru: Looks like you get a plushie of the park’s mascot “Kevin” if you knock them all down.

Itaru: Sounds interesting.

Sakuya: I wanna play it too! What about you, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: Whatever, can’t hurt to try.

Chikage: Well, it’s decided.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Citron: I will go first!

Citron: I hit them, but they did not fall over!

Sakuya: Seems like it’s going to be hard to get them all in one go…

Tsuzuru: Well, guess I’ll go--.

Tsuzuru: Ugh, I didn’t hit any of them…

Citron: It is Itaru’s turn next! Make sure to aim well!

Itaru: Maybe we should all try to aim for the top block.

Chikage: Yeah, that probably would be the best strategy for this game.

Itaru: Right.

Itaru: Alright, here goes.

Citron: The block is wobbling!

Itaru: You should try and aim for the same spot, Masumi.

Masumi: Got it.

Tsuzuru: We’re getting close.

Sakuya: I’ll go and try next!

Sakuya: Hup!

Citron: It almost fell over!

Itaru: And now for Senpai to go in for the killing blow.

Chikage: Don’t make it sound so bad.

Chikage: Alright, here we go.

Citron: Yaay! We have won the Kelvin plushie!

Masumi: His name’s Kevin, not Kelvin.

Itaru: Way to go, Senpai. Nice job aiming for the vitals.

Chikage: Again, can you not word it like that?

Sakuya: That was really amazing, Chikage-san!

Chikage: It’s because of everyone that we won. I guess the prize goes to Citron since he was the one who wanted to play the game.

Citron: I just wanted to play the game, so I do not need it! I will give it to Sakuya!

Sakuya: Eh, to me?

Citron: You wanted this, did you not, Sakuya?

Sakuya: (Citron-san noticed that I wanted to play this game and said that he wanted to play it himself…)

Sakuya: …Thank you so much! I’ll take good care of it!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: That ancient ruins exploration attraction was really fun!

Itaru: The shooting game element it had was pretty nice.

Citron: Itaru and Masumi both got high scores!

Masumi: ‘Cause it was easy.

Sakuya: Eeh!? You didn’t think it was hard?

Tsuzuru: We were the only adults on it, though…

Chikage: You, Masumi, and Sakuya are all still student-age, so it’s fine.

Tsuzuru: No, that’s not what I meant.

Itaru: Ah, isn’t it almost time for our dinner reservation?

Tsuzuru: You’re right. Let’s head back to the hotel then.

Citron: We still have not seen everything, so we have to come back here one more time before we leave tomorrow!

Sakuya: I wanna get some souvenirs too!

Chikage: Then we’ll make sure to do that.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: The food was really good and today was really fun…

Tsuzuru: Yeah, it was.

Sakuya: It’s all thanks to you that we got to have so much fun at Block TOY Land!

Sakuya: I’m glad to have another memory with Spring Troupe. Thank you so much, Tsuzuru-kun!

Tsuzuru: Haha… Just you saying that makes sending out the postcard worth it.

Tsuzuru: I’m looking forward to tomorrow.

Sakuya: Yeah!

[ ⇠ Previous Part ] • [ Next Part ⇢ ]

#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #citron #chikage utsuki

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Astraea's Atelier: Ally of Justice Part One

Ally of Justice: Part One

Summer

(June of ES’s first year of establishment. France international airport)

Chiaki: Kiryuuuuuuu! Don’t dieeeeeee!

Kurou: ……….

Chiaki: What’ll I do if you collapse now? You’re the backbone for everyone else!

Think about who you’ll leave behind! Not just Akatsuki and your fans, but your family too!

Hang in there! Don’t give up! Fight! Show me your usual guts, Kiryuuuuuu!

Kurou: Sh..ut…up…!

Chiaki: Guaah!? Kiryu’s iron grip! Your grip is so powerful that if you do that you’ll split my skull! Owowowow!?

Kurou: That’s why you should shut up. How many times do I need to say that, Morisawa.

This isn’t our home. Read the room. If you keep making a racket like that the security guard will just throw you out, so that’s enough.

Chiaki: You’re right! This is the admirable France…! If I make any strange noises they’ll probably think I’m a terrorist and I’ll get shot dead! I saw that in a movie once!

Kurou: Is that really your idea of what it’s like overseas?

Well, this is my first time travelling overseas, so I can’t say I really know.

Chiaki: Really? It’s my first time too! That makes us first-time-friends! I’m glad we’re in the same boat!

Kurou: Listen, Morisawa. Don’t get all worked up for no reason just because it’s our first time overseas… How many times do I have to tell you, shut up.

Haha. Recently you’ve been working hard with a scary look on your face, so as long as you have a relaxing break you’ll be fine.

Chiaki: You’re right! It’s been a while since I’ve felt as carefree as this!

To be honest, I wanted to concentrate on my SFX work, but I’m glad I accepted this offer!

Kurou: Is that right? I’m kinda starting to regret accepting… I can’t stand being on a bike or boat, so I shouldn’t have hopped on an aeroplane.

I’m not kidding, the amount of times on that flight when I thought my heart was going to stop.

Chiaki: But it looked like you were sleeping soundly…! So Kiryu can’t handle riding in vehicles, huh! Sorry I never noticed!

Kurou: Haha. Next time I’ll make sure to properly tell you when my heart stops.

Chiaki: Ooh! It’s rare for Kiryu to make jokes like that! It’s great that you’re feeling a little better! I guess it was worth making all that fuss!

Kurou: Yeah, thanks to you. Because you’re so carefree, I get the sense I’ve been lured into slowly having fun.

But this is work, and we can’t just have fun.

Chiaki: We can’t pass up on having fun though! Let’s make a lot of good memories, friend!

Shu: Non! You bring shame on Japan over there…! You’re attracting strange attention, so shut your mouth immediately!

Chiaki: Itsuki! We came to get you, as promised! Bonjour… ☆

Kurou: Bonjour… ♪

Shu: Enough already, how vulgar! You’re acting like tourists in a foreign country for the first time! It’s embarrassing! You’re making it obvious where you’re from!

Kurou: Haha. You already know where my hometown is. You’re from roughly the same place.

Shu: Ugh, Kiryu! Don’t make me remember that unpleasant reality! Because all the happy memories of my childhood are bound to you with string!

Chiaki: Oh, come to think of it, weren’t Kiryu and Itsuki Childhood friends?

How nice! I’m jealous that I don’t have anyone like that! The best I got was Tenshouin who I sometimes met at the hospital!

Shu: Non! Don’t say that name in this country! You’ll spoil the air…!

Kurou: Haha. Now you’re making all the noise, Itsuki. You’re not in any position to be lecturing us.

Shu: Hmph… My apologies. I haven’t been sleeping well as of late, so my nerves are strangely on edge.

In any case, I don’t need you stressing me out more than I already am.

Chiaki: Not sleeping well? Are you okay, Itsuki? Come to think of it, haven’t your eyebags become slightly darker?

Shu: Don’t bring your sweltering face any closer…!

Chiaki: But I heard that overseas they greet you with a kiss! When in Rome, do as the Romans do!

Shu: Non! Rules and taboos differ depending on the country! Don’t bring such vague knowledge across the ocean, honestly!

Chiaki: I thought I had been studying by reading books but… I guess compared to people who have been living here for a while, that knowledge suddenly becomes inferior.

Shu: Hm? Well, it’s probably a pretence, but isn’t that a good thing?

Chiaki: Of course! Because it's for work!

Shu: What job could you be talking about? That Anzu girl asked me to show you around if I could— but I wasn’t spared the details.

Chiaki: To put it simply, it’s a show about travel! We get to visit different countries and experience different cultures!

Most of the content is free! Only the schedule and budget have been decided, where we’re going and what we’re seeing have been left to discretion!

Shu: That’s, well, certainly some rough planning.

Chiaki: Yup. Judging by Anzu’s tone, it seemed like ES had some kind of agenda… I don’t really get it. “Do as you like and have fun”, is what I was told.

Anyway, the programme isn’t due to be filmed for a few days. When the cameramen and staff arrive later, we can start filming earnestly.

Kurou: Until then, we have to make plans of where to visit and think about ideas to liven things up.

I thought we could practise that on the aeroplane but, just as expected, I couldn’t handle it.

Shu: Well, if all you did was wander aimlessly through these foreign countries, it wouldn’t be interesting as such. After all, it’s necessary to keep things lively.

Chiaki: Yup! This is just an example but, if I threw a dart at a map and we go to the place it lands or something, we need to arrange an interesting aspect like that!

Shu: It’s not the talent’s job to think of things like that. In any case, it's a flimsy project overall.

Kurou: Haha. Idols can think and prepare anything, it's not a new concept.

Most of the lives at Yumenosaki were pretty much all thought up and arranged by ourselves.

Shu: That includes circle activities. Now that ES has been established with such fanfare, I wonder how great their idol activities will be in the future— Is what’s hoped for.

Unfortunately, it seems as though nothing fundamental has changed. Just by repainting the signboard, it is still a tower in the sand.

#enstars #ensemble stars #kuro kiryu #chiaki morisawa #shu itsuki

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Oh well oh well, Roman throws tantrums and his distress calls aren’t heeded, Roman wants things and is beaten, Roman trusts his brother and is sent away. Nothing you say or feel matters. But hey, though the world is shitty, you still love secretly, as a kink, as a way to rebel and be your own man. But your dad dies and you don’t need to rebel anymore and you have to rewrite that you ever did…

You shatter inside when your ride or die leaves you in a ditch, the woman who was gonna make you into a real boy, but you can’t acknowledge that pain, because Logan, as omniscient God who will never die, has asked you to take the person you loved the most upon the mountain and bind her and take a knife to her chest. (God did send an angel to stop Abraham’s murderous hand though. Logan? He sent Tom to make sure Roman was going to go through with it)

And who is going to listen to what you want and need anyway? So you say “see ya” and you laugh when she holds what you thought was your shared intimacy as a sword of Damocles above your head and no one notices. Suddenly, none of all the beautiful things you had pictured in your head in order to survive are going to happen and so no, nothing fucking matters. You’re not playing toy soldiers anymore, you’re playing with the people you love and the fate of the world. And if you don’t laugh through it, you’ll die. Consequences ugh? A bit of fucking grit?

You loved and you tried and you worked at it in your own incapable and broken way, you trusted and you negotiated but no one respects this new iteration of you, which is weird because doesn’t it remind them of dad a little? That was what dad wanted right? Pure paranoia and emotion, taking a knife to the people you love because you love them and having to watch as they held your hand to sink the blade into their heart.

Yep, you can do this because nothing happens and nothing matters and the world is vile and America and all its women are one massive pussy to fuck, full of witches to burn and dad knew this. At least, this Jeryd guy is direct about his ugliness (he’s not wishy washy, he’s a guy), he doesn’t try to lure you in with his siren call only to let you fall when you jump. You can hop on his back and go to the bar and drink until you forget you ever felt anything.

“No I think it’s because you broke up with your boyfriend”, hey Rome? here’s a fucking mirror buddy! You really need to start taking a look at your reflection...

And before people scream at me, Roman was despicable this episode, there’s no way around it. I truly loathed every second of him on screen, but are there devastating psychological reasons behind it? Of course, both things can be true. Have you seen Logan’s scars on his back, have you heard he’ll be buried with a picture of Rose in his pocket above his heart?

#roman roy #succession hbo #logan roy #gerri x roman #meta #jesse you absolute perverse monster you #you're right but dear god

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what are your opinions on call me by your name? to me it was iconic and did so much for gay cinema. i personally hope for a wordless scene for byler like the one in the alley in rome where they are drunk and just stumble back against a wall, looking into each others eyes with complete infatuation and disbelief, and kiss. no words needed. the writers have already set up that byler 'didnt need to say it' dynamic, so i hope they follow through and are able to tell this story without words or cheesy love confessions. but another part of me wants the crazy together sentiment to be reprised!

Ok, first of all, what's the one guy's name - Elio? Stole my look haha. Take that character's wardrobe in the movie and you've raided my closet. So that's fun lol (miranda priestly voice "Vintage graphic tees and gay little patterned shorts and bleached denim? Groundbreaking.")

Anyway - been a minute since I've watched that movie, so I'm skimming it for a refresher. It's not my favorite movie ever, a little slow for my taste even if I do like some artsy cinema, but the romance is very good. Iconic gay cinema for sure, like it's beautiful looking, and even with the "Controversy" - it's a very compelling story? I liked the movie better than the book, which didn't exactly capture me, something felt off with that novel. But, I do find catharsis in tragic love sometimes. Which is why we neeeeeed byler to be reciprocated and have a happy ending! Yes, hollywood has made huge strides in representing gay love and lifestyle on screen but ugh, we're still so far behind? And a 'childhood best friends to lovers in the 80s' storyline is honestly so groundbreaking? I don't care if that's cheesy to say. We need that.

Anyway pt2 - oooh the kissing scenes in this movie are very good. I love that part in the alley, how it goes from silly to quiet to passion. Like, they just know. It's natural, the way they come together there. I'm also partial to the one in the field, earlier. The way it starts hesitant, sensual but like "Are we doing this" and then when they break away and Elio just gives in and crawls back into Oliver's lap??? Oh, that energy. Want that for will and mike. Obviously with different context, but I love the concept of a hesitant first kiss being followed by 'oh shit this is happening' and someone can't hold back, they just have to deepen it, kiss them fully. Please. Like I do love sap, I do love a cheesy confession but there's something so special about a different kind of direction, where before all that, there's a mood shift during some scene and the audience can detect the energy change, holding our breath as we watch these characters also recognize the crackle in the air, and they both realize the moment is now. And they kiss, wordless. Words to follow. But it happens just because it's the natural next step. Of course.

#ask

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X-Men Abridged 1985: Adventures in Asgard

The X-Men, those Asgardian mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men & Alpha Flight 1 - 2, New Mutants Annual ‘85, Uncanny X-Men ‘85 ) - by Chris Claremont and Paul Smith, Bob Wiacek, Arthur Adams

Yes, you see that correctly. That little falcon has a teeny-tiny mohawk on its tiny-teeny bird head, because comics are ridiculous. (New Mutants Annual ‘85)

You know what would really spice up the X-Men? To let them visit the most boring part of the Marvel Universe: Asgard!

As said before, for the Uncanny X-Men, 1985 has been a disjointed year. This was not helped by a sort of interlocking plotline that spread throughout one limited series and two annuals, all of them tied together by the presence of Loki. So that’s what we’re doing: we’re going to cover the reason why Loki takes a special interest in our merry mutants (Alpha Flight & X-Men Limited Series 1 and 2) and what happens when they are whisked away to Asgard. (New Mutants Annual ‘85 and Uncanny X-Men Annual ‘85.)

If you’re super-duper not into the Thor-part of the Marvel Universe, you can skip this one. All we really need to know, continuity-wise, is that Danielle Moonstar somehow becomes a Valkyrie and adopts a pegasus. If you’re not deterred, well…

Because this storyline deals with three superteams, the cast is absolutely huge. Hold onto your butts!

The Uncanny X-Men:

Cyclops: Scott Summers, red eyebeams. Currently on sabbatical to enjoy married life with his wife. Enjoy him while you can, because there will be massive character derailment coming up soon.

Madelyne Pryor. Cyclops’ wife. Bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased girlfriend, Jean Grey, but I’m sure that’s just a coincidence.

Storm: Ororo Munroe, currently depowered. Is on a spiritual journey to find herself.

Wolverine: Logan. Clawed ball of anger.

Colossus: Piotr Rasputin. Russian tin man. Cuddly communist.

Nightcrawler: Kurt Wagner. Fuzzy demonic elf. Bae.

Shadowcat: Kitty Pryde. Phasing powers. The one teenager on the adult squad.

Rogue. Former villain, current flying brick. Steals powers and memories with a touch. Also bae.

Rachel Summers. Jean and Scott’s child from a future-that-never-was. Has yet to tell him this. Telepath. A little dramatic, even for an X-Man.

Professor Xavier. Telepath with boundary issues. The original dreamer and mentor to the X-Men and the New Mutants.

The New Mutants:

Psyche: Danielle Moonstar. Cheyenne, illusionist. About to have her backstory needlessly complicated.

Cannonball: Sam Guthrie. Human… well, you can figure that out. Good old boy.

Sunspot: Roberto daCosta. Fiery ball of anger.

Wolfsbane: Rahne Sinclair. Scottish werewolf who hates her human side and loves her wolf side.

Magma: Amara Aquila. Lava girl from not-so-Ancient-Rome.

Magik. Illyana Rasputin. Teleporter, demonic sorcerer and ruler of an infernal dimension. Has the most impressive resumé out of these young ones, also Colossus’ younger sister.

Cypher. Douglas Ramsey. Innate linguist. Cutie, perhaps not suited for the life of a superhero, but is just so very excited.

Warlock. Robot alien that can change shape. Pacifist born to a warrior race. Class clown.

Karma. Xi’an Coy Manh. Telepath that got possessed by a villain for a good long time, recently returned to the fold.

Alpha Flight:

Shaman: Michael Twoyoungmen. Chirurg turned sorcerer. V. man of science/man of faith.

Snowbird: Narya. Canadian half-goddess. Cool as fuck.

Heather McNeil: wife of the late Vindicator (ugh!), soon to be the next Vindicator. Leads Alpha Flight despite being human.

Puck: Eugene Judd. Tiny rubber ball man.

Sasquatch: Walter Langkowski. Canadian werebeast who loves his human side and Aurora’s human side.

Aurora. Mutant. Superspeed and supersparkle powers with her twin. Has a ‘split personality’, as written by someone who has no idea what that means. One side of her has access to her mutant powers and is fun, outgoing and flirty; the other is an introverted school teacher. The latter hates the former.

Northstar. Twin of the above. Superquebecois. Still kind of stuck in the closet, in a time where even the existence of the closet was vehemently denied.

Talisman. Elizabeth Twoyoungmen. Daughter of; magical conduit.

THEY UPPED THE LIMIT FOR PICTURES I CAN HAVE MORE THAN TEN PICTURES?!?

Madelyne and Scott are flying a crew of scientists over Canada, since Scott is trying his hand at being a regular non-X-Man person. They’re caught in a freak storm that Scott recognizes, because when you hang around Storm for long enough, you become a bit of a meteorologist yourself.

While I have full faith in Madelyne as a pilot, I'm still not sure it's wise to make Scott your co-pilot, since those ruby quartz glasses mean he’s essentially colour blind. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Half a continent away, the mayday is received by the X-Men. It causes Rachel to go haywire, because what if her dad dies and she never told him that she’s actually daughter? (There is actually an easy solution to that, but whatever.) Due diligence is for dummies, so she immediately goes on the attack.

Just as Snowbird arrives in the Alpha Flight headquarters to deliver some Grave Tidings©, Rachel arrives and easily mops the floor with Snowbird, Shaman and Heather, wife of the recently deceased Guardian/Vindicator. (A character I only know to be an asshole. Northstar tends to hate him, so I will do so too.) Aurora tries to turn the tide but…

Either Claremont wrote Rachel to be a grade A bitch here, or he has no idea how to write DID. Or both. Either way, not a great look for either of them. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Like Legion, Aurora has an interesting (if problematic) history in regards to her disorder and mental health. Unlike Legion, who has been allowed to flourish as a character since his inception and whose autism evolved together with our society’s understanding of it, Aurora tends to be defined almost solely by her dissociative identity disorder, which doctors these days aren’t sure even exists. While her history of abuse in a Catholic orphanage rings painfully real, the way her character tends to be portrayed as a vehicle for DID and little else is a disservice to such a promising character. (Read more here.) I’m glad that these days, she’s getting some love and agency in X-Factor and Marauders. (Even though I don’t understand one iota of the current Marauders run, but what the hey.)

Anyway, while I don’t love what Rachel is doing to Aurora here, I do feel that her mopping the floor with half of Alpha Flight is correct. Rogue swoops in after her to clean up the stragglers and she deals with Northstar by kissing him.

Hmmm. I wonder what secrets she possibly could have plucked from his head?

Anyway, after Rachel has calmed down, Shaman explains he had nothing to do with the freak storm and Xavier has been a hypocrite, the groups decide to join forces and find Scott, Madelyne and the missing crew. Let’s go, telepathy!

We then cut to Loki petitioning some shady old gods for power. However, in order to win their boon, he must give humanity a gift. A proper gift, freely given and willingly accepted. Hmmmm…

The X-Men and Alpha Flight fly off to a desolate mountain range – Kurt gets to wear a dashing hat! Jean-Paul and Rogue scout ahead and bond, which is my favorite character beat in this story. The two biggest misfits of these teams, it makes sense that they would be able to relate.

If only this had not been a case of Incompatible Orientation, perhaps some other French-speaking outcast mutant could have stolen Rogue’s heart. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

In a field that is way too verdant for how high up they are, they stumble into a mysterious castle where they are greeted by Scott. He tells them everything is better than fine. They’re forced to believe him, because they can look him straight in his baby-blues! Scott is cured and can control his eyebeams!

See, all humans on board of the aircraft got imbued with super powers! Madelyne got transformed into Anodyne, and another into Cornucopia, capable of creating food, and others into evocative names like Lord of the Plants and Pathfinder. Madelyne immediately sets to work, curing Puck.

I don´t know if Madelyne´s powers made her taller or if she always was the size of a baby giraffe, but damn. Goblyn Queen got legs. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Madelyne also cures Rogue, although it’s a little unclear if her mutant powers are removed or if she can just control them. In any case, what follows is another cute moment between Jean-Paul and Rogue, where he willingly offers himself up as a guinea-pig for her to test her lack of powers on. She knows how much of a sacrifice that is for him, potentially opening up like that, and yet he follows through anyway.

It's adorable and I wonder if there´s such a thing as shipping but for friends, because I’m hardcore shipping Rogue/Northstar right about now.

Xavier pulls his usual bullshit when he reveals publicly that he senses another mind in Madelyne, forcing her to admit that she’s pregnant. (Boundaries, of course, only apply to people other than Professor X. God, sometimes you just want to bash him in his spherical head.)

Don’t run away, Rachel! This is the perfect soap opera-esque moment to scream out that you are the daughter they will never have! (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Did… did the eighties really have leg warmers that came up all the way to your thighs?

While Kitty and Talisman follow Rachel after her self-imposed time-out, a powerless Heather takes a little dip in the magical fountain and gains powers (the aforementioned Pathfinder). At the same time, Shaman’s magical pouch gravely injures its owner, seemingly turning against him. What is going on?

Talisman and Kitty follow Rachel and discover an ancient Viking village hidden underneath the tundra. There, they try to talk the redheaded stepchild from the ledge: Rachel is out of her wits, realizing that her father getting a boy means that she will never exist. Kitty points out the inherent paradox in that statement, but then the village starts to collapse. They flee, but Kitty deduces someone is trying to hide something from her. She’s beginning to doubt this utopia.

When they return, they bear witness to Madelyne burning out Wolverine’s berserker rage. Kitty points out that she wouldn’t have survived Ogun without Logan’s berserker side, which is a fair point. (When does it stop being a cure and start being a catch-all for everything in the world you don’t like? Also, I bet she’s aching to get her hands on Aurora…) Kitty then presses that Wolverine go check on Snowbird, who is withering away. Wolverine, who is besties with Narya (who wouldn’t be? She’s arguably the best member of Alpha Flight), thinks that it isn’t a coincidence that both Shaman and Snowbird – magical creatures – are affected. Maybe there’s something rotten in paradise, after all.

Rogue, on the other hand, is enjoying the fuck out of it.

I don’t blame you, Rogue. I would also pick the haughty Quebecois over any of the other bozos on this trip. (Kurt’s the sole exemption, but you two are sort of related.) (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Wolverine crashes the party and reveals that this utopia has a steep price: the extinguishing of all magic and their magical friends. (Which is an odd way to describe Snowbird, but in some ways, you could view her as a magical woodland creature. In any case.) The group splits down the middle, with most X-Men taking the stance that an utopia can’t be bought in blood and and most Alpha Flighters agreeing that the ends justify the means. (Yes, they are the worst.) Interestingly, Rogue, Cyclops and Northstar side with the X-Men, while Colossus, Rachel and Madelyne side with the Alphans.

You’d think this rift would maybe amount to something, but it’s quickly under rug swept. Sad. They could have done a Superhero Exchange Program and swapped Colossus in for Northstar.

Anyway, the obligatory fight erupts, until a few of the people on the Alphans side realize they’ve also been rendered creatively sterile. (The cook-turned-Cornucopia can’t think of new recipes, the architect-turned-Master Builder can’t dream up new buildings, etc.) That’s when Loki appears, all: “nbd, you’ll be as gods!” When the superpowered humans disagree – killing all magic is fine, but they draw the line at being robbed of their imagination – Loki gets angry and tries to force these ungrateful wretches to accept his gift.

That doesn’t go well for him.

They Who Live Above: “Swear you won’t harm these people! Swear on the dad you hate!” Loki: “...kay.” (X-Men and Alpha Flight 2)

Loki reverses everything, because Status-Quo is quite literally God, and Madelyne is stripped of her powers and Rogue and Cyclops are back to being not in control of their powers again. Also, Rachel still doesn’t tell Cyclops he’s actually her dad, so Loki’s new vendetta against the X-Men is literally the only thing of consequence in this godawful crossover.

Well, other than Kurt’s snazzy hat. (X-Men and Alpha Flight 1)

Loki’s vendetta carries us through to the New Mutants Annual, where the Lord of Lies is admiring Ororo through a mystical TiVo. He wonders what she would do to get her powers back and orders the Enchantress to fetch him Ororo.

After rescuing Karma from being possessed by the Shadow King, Ororo and the New Mutants end up on a Greek island to take a deserved holiday. While all of the New Mutants are hanging out on the beach, Karma is hiding out inside, afraid to face the world. Not only does she have to deal with all the evil things the Shadow King did while using her body, she also has to deal with the way the Shadow King abused her body.

While it’s not the tac I would’ve chosen, you could do a worse “reason to live” than spite. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

There’s an opportunity here for a storyline, one where Karma either has to work hard to go back to where she was or has to work hard to accept her new self. How cool would it be to have a fat superhero in a comic populated by people with idealized bodies? That’s not what we’ll be getting: instead, Karma will be shedding the extra pounds quicker than she did the Shadow King: I think it’s gone before the end of the issue.

Not begrudging anyone their body, thin or thick, but I do resent the implication that she was only fat because she was possessed by evil.

Anyway, all the skinny New Mutants are at the beach and Warlock is trying on bathing suits for size.

Warlock is reenacting that video where the model dresses in swimwear through the ages, going from the swimsuits of the 30’s to the oversized shorts of the 90’s to (hopefully) the men’s swimwear of 2023. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Then, a cloud of darkness whisks them away to Asgard! Loki gives Ororo an avian makeover while he scatters the New Mutants, who go off on their own little side quests. Seriously, check them out, it’s like a DM took a chance on a Random Make-Your-Own-Adventure table.

Magik gets chained to a rock while the Enchantress, Loki’s sexy crony, tries to tempt out her wicked side.

Karma gets stuck in a desert and saves a kid from a Shai-Hulud. Apparently, a grueling trek through an inhospitable landscape is just the regimen she needed, because this is how she gets skinny again (fully off-panel).

Cypher becomes a serf in a mead hall. Next!

Wolfsbane falls in love with a wolf prince but then runs away from him, afraid of her feelings. It’s very furry avant la lettre.

Warlock breaks out of Hel and goes off to find his friends.

Roberto becomes embroiled in a bar inn brawl and is then hired as a glorified security guard. He’s treated as a big strong hero and is not-so-secretly loving it.

Magma is adopted by the fae, who get her drunk on their mead. This turns her into a pointy-eared fae as well. Whoops!

Cannonball saves a wench from dwarves and gets promptly adopted by them. His last name does not become Ironfoundersson.

Danielle saves a pegasus, rolls a natural twenty on her Wild Empathy check and adopts it. She names it Brightwind, not understanding that mounting her My Little Pony means she’s become a Valkyrie. Whoops!

Never figured that Danielle Moonstar, of all people, would become a horse girl. (New Mutants Special ‘85)

Loki orders the dwarves to make him a new hammer for a new thunder god. He’s barely gone before they start gossipping, saying his new falcon familiar is an enchanted one. Sam quickly deduces that it had to be Storm, because of the interesting colouring of the falcon’s feathers. (Not the MOHAWK? dafuqyousay)

The Enchantress manages to distill Magik’s Darkchylde out of Illyana and sends her out into Asgard. Evilyanna manages to recruit Wolfsbane, Sunspot and a fae-corrupted Magma, while Warlock (the only one who’s got his eyes on the plot) saves Doug and picks up Karma, Dani and Sam. The group then finally reunites and Karma makes quick work of the Enchantress’ hold on Illyana. In retribution, Magik sends a manacled Enchantress to Limbo as a gift to S’ym. (S’ym is not to harm her, which sidesteps some unfortunate implications. Phew!)

Sam cautions them to get the X-Men, but since they all have unfinished business on Asgard and want to screw things up for themselves, the New Mutants decide to save Ororo all on their own! Claremont thinks differently, however, deciding to add yet another team to this already bloated cast.

See, apparently, Kitty and Illyana now have a psychic link, despite neither of them being telepathically inclined. Kitty dreams of Asgard and sees a Thorified Storm fighting the Darkchylde, because apparently this connection is interdimensional! This is enough to convince the X-Men to go to Asgard and save the New Mutants! And they will travel to this otherworldly realm using the magical thunderbolts that some C-lister villain left behind three annuals ago!

Yeah, Claremont is definitely taking a few narrative shortcuts here. But who cares! It’s time to suit up!

This is about the least subtle DUN DUN DUN I’ve ever seen, and I watch daytime soap operas. Oh, Maddie. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

While I get that the Phoenix makes for a cool style guide, Rachel, you’re kind of dressing as the thing that killed Cyclops’ wife. And even if he’s not on the team, you’re also kind of dressed as the thing that killed Wolverine and Colossus’ friend, so…

Like I said, narrative shortcuts.

Also, we’re at the point where Rachel told the X-Men Cyclops is her dad, but not Cyclops himself. Cyclops, on the other hand, suspects but is unwilling to ask. ffs

In the grand style of villains everywhere, Loki reveals his masterplan to his pet bird: he plans to groom her as the new God of Thunder, replacing Thor and making him the ruler of Asgard! Evil! Feminist, but evil. He also reveals Storm is under his magical thrall: for example, he is turning her desire to get her powers back against her. Meanwhile, the New Mutants are following Loki until he suddenly shoots them down! (It doesn’t help that they’re riding in Warlock, who’s transformed in an airplane, which are decidedly not native to Asgard.) Once again, the New Mutants are split up. Most importantly, Douglas and Warlock are separated from the rest and they use that opportunity to have sex for the first time.

There is (once again) no heterosexual explanation for this. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

The X-Men, meanwhile, save the wolf prince that’s simply smitten with Rahne from some trolls. As Hela comes to collect the souls of the trolls, she commends Phoenix for being the new, well, Phoenix! (Which is perhaps a clue that your choice is slightly problematic.) The wolf admits to tracking Rahne and the X-Men follow him until they run into the City of Asgard. Here, they split up: Kitty, Rachel and Wolverine infiltrate the city while Rogue, Nightcrawler and Cyclops follow the wolf. But first… Rogue gets them some outfits, so they can blend in.

I’m assuming Rogue raided either a temple or a brothel. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

In the City, these three reunite with Roberto, who does not want to go home. He is blinded by the glory of being a beloved hero in Asgard, plus he’s on the outs with his parents, especially his dad. Wolverine’s pep-talk is interrupted by aggressive rock trolls and though they emerge victorious from this battle – thanks in part because of the melded Douglas/Warlock – Wolverine ends up horribly poisoned! Oh no! (This was before Wolverine’s healing factor gave him basic immortality, so there’s actual stakes.)

The other three chase the wolf and run into Rahne, Karma and Illyana, just as she’s doing a locator spell on Loki. (My God, this recap would be six times shorters if all these people just fucking stuck together in cohesive groups.) Loki plays a reverse Uno, using Magik’s spell to teleport to them and, together with an enthralled Storm, he captures them all.

Dani, meanwhile, sees a death omen around Wolverine and finally realizes she’s a Valkyrie. Don’t look a winged horse in the mouth, etc.

Loki throws a banquet to commemorate the deification of Storm! That’s when the X-Men and the New Mutants attack! (All of them! Some are disguised as Vikings; the others just escaped from Loki’s cell.) Despite the X-Men trying to stop her, Storm still grabs Loki’s big hammer.

Fair’s fair, this would have been a great way for Claremont to give Storm her powers back. Besides, this look is dope enough to warrant a shift in status-quo. (X-Men Annual ‘85)

Wolverine begs Storm to see reason, but then he keels over due to the poison. Hel, always a professional, appears, comes to claim Logan’s soul. This causes Storm to snap out of her enthrallment and together with Phoenix, Cyclops, Dani and Dani’s new sisters, they chase off Hel and Wolverine survives.

Kitty, meanwhile, indulges in her favourite hobby: shouting at people in authority. She tells Loki off, informing him that he can’t hope to stop them all. What’s worse, they’ll spread the truth about Loki’s perfidy throughout Asgard – which, if my Norse mythology serves me well, they should already be aware of, but whatever – which will endanger his plans of Asgardian domination.

Loki, who’s finally had enough of this storyline – as have I – relents and gives them one rule: either they all go, or none of them go. And they have to forfeit everything they got in this land, including Rahne’s wolf lover (aw!) and Amara’s elf form (yay!). In order to prevent this storyline from being completely useless, Karma keeps her physique and Dani keeps her new horse. Yeah, even Loki doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the rules he established two panels ago.

He offers Storm godhood one last time and this time, at her full wits, she denies him again. She’d love to fly again, but not at the expense of helping Loki. (It’s a nice narrative trick, because at this point, the audience is also rooting for Storm to get her powers back and this would be the perfect way to do so.)

Loki falls in love with Storm because she tells him no, presumably providing some keen insight into the hearts of men both mortal and divine, and then clicks his heels three times to send them home. They disappear and this finally, finally, ends Loki’s interest in our merry mutants.

DONE!

Fine, two more highlights. Here’s Warlock saving the day as the Enterprise:

And here’s Warlock, proving he’s watched more Star Trek than Vikings:

My God, this plotline dragged on so long, it took me a year to write this.

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