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gloztik · 1 month

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Ai created Iron man sketch cool full HD Android wallpaper

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#ai created #ai wallpaper #ai generated #iron man #sketch #cool wallpaper #android and iphone wallpaper #cool marvels super hero #marvels studio

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edward18 · 2 years

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Doodled this the last couple of hours. Never have cared for his all-red outfit myself. But Daredevil's original look was always pretty cool to me.

More stuff's in my gallery: https://www.deviantart.com/warahi/gallery

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skippythepenguingod · 8 months

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Other people: My favourite comic book character is superman/spiderman/cyborg

Me: SNOWFLAME THE COCAINE POWERED SUPERVILLAIN

#comics #comic #dc comics #dc #marvel #super man #superman #batman #new guardians #cat woman #cocaine #sexy #cool #drugs #amazing #the best #villain #supervillain #hero #superheroes #superhero

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age-of-moonknight · 2 years

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“The New Labors of Hercules (Part 1),” Hercules (Vol. 3/2005), #1.

Writer: Frank Tieri; Penciler: Mark Texeira; Inker: Jimmy Palmiotti; Colorist: Raul Trevino and Tatto; Letterer: Randy Gentile

#Marvel #Marvel comics #Marvel 616 #Hercules #Moon Knight comics #Moon Knight #Marc Spector #where’s moony #so Marc’s Cool™️ enough to be invited to the super hero funerals that’s dope I guess

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gloztik · 1 month

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boydepartment · 5 months

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yk how sunghoon said he didn’t have much friends when he was younger? imagine his gf healing his inner child, playing childhood games that required more than one player (foul i know i’m sorry😭)

EUSBDJD SJ D GELP honestly real

i think it’d be cool to introduce him to like the lego games where you can have 2 players. sometimes it’s irritating with split screen but working together would be so fun. especially if you decide to goof off a bit during it. def really likes lego marvel super heroes that was released in 2013, he likes playing as the hulk and completing the missions around the city with you.

OR LIKE THE WII SPORTS BOXING WITH HIM THAT WOULD HE SUPER FUNNY. sunghoon would DEF forget to put the strap on which leads to something in the living room shattering but no one needs to know it was him.

i’m even thinking like PC games too, like wizard 101 you can play by yourself but it’s way more fun with other people. especially if he decided to teleport to you so he can help you with the card battles.

i think toon town would freak him out tho

mario kart is a classic to play with other ppl but i think super mario 3D world would peak sunghoon’s interests a little more bc he can help you in that game. once you introduce him to games like this he always wants to work with you

anon i wish i could give you more outdoor games but tbh i am in the same position as sunghoon here

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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bandaids & kisses | p.p

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tasm! peter x reader

summary: after a few encounters with the friendly neighborhood spider man, you let him in on a little secret. your crush on your best friend, peter parker.

warnings: typical tasm violence, blood, but mainly fluff.

a/n: guess who misses writing for peter parker & marvel ? that’s right, me ! decided i’d write for the character who started this whole journey since it’s been a while. enjoy ! feedback is appreciated <3.

requests open

not proofread

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“shit, salem!” you tried reaching for the cat. she crying, now stuck on the fire escape as it was down pouring. you didn’t even know how she got out, one minute she was laying on your bed, the next she was gone and you heard her pitiful cries.

“cmon, love” you tried luring her back but she didn’t budge. so there you sat, on your windowsill partially getting soaked. “you tried reaching out to grab her by the scruff but almost fell yourself. a pair of arms quickly retrieved your body and helped you back to your window, “are you alright?” his voice laced with familiarity. “yeah, i’m fine. just trying to get my cat” you answered, pushing wet hair sticking to your forehead away. he looked at you from behind his mask, then a few feet away spotting the black cat.

he slowly approached the kitten, “hey there” his voice was soft, almost calming. he carefully took the cat in his arms, before handing her back to you. “i’d say both of you take a warm shower. don’t want you catching a cold” he chuckled.

that was your first encounter with the neighborhood's spiderman.

since then, he would always stop by and you both would sit on the windowsill just to talk. and always careful to not let the cat out again. he knew some of your secrets even your best friend didn’t know.

“so, have any boyfriends?” he abruptly asked, causing you to burst out laughing. “me?” you pointed to yourself, “no.” you shook your head. “not at all. the guy i like isn’t interested.” the super hero stopped by again one weekend while you were eating lunch.

peter felt his heart sink a bit, you liked someone? why haven’t you told him? “why do you say that?” he asked. “just, i don’t think he sees me like that. we’ve been friends for over ten years now. i guess i’m just afraid of rejection.”

“well you look like shit.” peter chimed, coming up to you in the courtyard and sitting in front of you at the picnic bench. “yeah, well, that’s what i get for pulling an all-nighter” you sniffled. “why were you up all night?” he blinked “chem test, remember?” you said, taking a swig from your water bottle. he nodded, taking his backpack off and setting it next to his feet. “of course. it’s always chem” closing the water bottle you nodded, “well, i was out yesterday and i picked this up” he changed the subject, digging in his backpack and pulling out a cassette tape. “found that i didn’t know if you already had it”

you picked up the cassette, eyes widened as it had been the only one missing from your collection of one of your favorite artists. “peter? how did you know?!” you grinned examining the condition of the item. “i know things, about you y/n” he laughed, resting his head on his hand.

you sat on your windowsill, peter hanging on the fire escape. “what’s that?” he asked pointing to your walkman. “oh!” you beamed, reaching for it. “it’s a new cassette my friend got.” showing him. he took it into his hands, peter recognizing the tape. he smiled underneath the mask. “that’s cool” he handed the device back to you. “who got it?” he asked.

you sat the walkman back in your bedroom. “peter” you answered. “i collect cassettes, and he found it yesterday. it was the last one i needed to complete my collection of my favorite artist” you smiled. “that’s awesome. cool interest too” he rubbed his latex gloves together. “peter is..” you trailed off. “he is the guy i like. he told me he remembers things about me” you shrugged.

peter looked at you, had he not been obvious enough? he thought that his actions were pretty clear, with all of the gifts he’s given and small things he remembered about you. he always looked forward to being with you. it was the highlight of his day. everything you did amazes him, your beautiful mind, and your creative ways. so, when it became a routine for his persona to stop by and hang out, he took it for granted. he got to see you.

within a second, you heard sirens from around the block. “oh shit” you mumbled. peter felt his body tense as he stood up. “i’ve got to go.” he swung off your fire escape. you yelled for him but he was already gone.

you were a bit worried the whole night. what’s bad happened? it wasn’t on the news just yet but you heard the screams and yells from pedestrians. it made your heart race and stomach churn.

it was close to midnight when he appeared at your window.

tap tap tap

you walked over in a hurry, opening the window and revealing a soaked spiderman. in blood and the rain. you didn’t know what to say. you were freshly out of the shower and you quickly opened the window.

why would he come back to you?

he came back because you were his best friend. it was time that he finally told you the truth about this facade. now, he was almost unconscious on your balcony. it was bound to happen for you to find out who he was and it so happened it would be tonight.

“oh my god…” you breathed, quickly helping him inside. he held his side, as you lead him to the bed. peter was in a lot of pain, he knew his sides had to look pretty bad from falling from far above. you sat him on your bed, eyes wide staring at him. “what happen?” you asked, and he shrugged. “i don’t know. i was swinging, there were these guys. it was a huge fight, and the next thing i knew i was on the pavement, and now i’m here” he groaned, gesturing to his side. “okay, um..” you looked around your room for anything, then you thought about your mothers first aid. “stay here, i have something that will help.” he nodded, watching you leave.

peter leaned his head back, he felt suffocated in the mask but knew it would probably be awkward for you to just walk in and see your best friend. so he decided to suffer until you came back.

this was the time he took the time to look at things in your room, random posters you had, and some cute little things to give your room character.

when you walked back, a large kit in hand and a few rags. “i have some things here i think will work” you said, and sat the items on the bed. “my mom taught me how to use this so you’re in good hands.” you hummed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “if you don’t want me to see your face, i understand but at least let me tend to your side. it’s bad.” peter knew he looked pretty bad, so he got his suit off which was ripped pretty badly and revealed his back and sides. both covered in dark bruises, scars, and fresh wounds. “god..” you gasped.

peter didn’t know how bad it was until seeing your reaction. sure he would heal quicker than others but it didn’t mean it never hurt. as you gently began cleaning his wounds, making sure all the dirt was out so he wouldn’t be at risk for a possible infection, he watched you. studying your face this time, the way your hair laid, or how your nose would scrunch up if you thought you were hurting him.

“good news, i don’t think it’ll be infected.” you hummed, applying the ointment. “this might sting” you looked up at him, his face was still masked. “mhm” he looked away, shutting his eyes preparing for the sting.

as you started pressing the cloth onto his skin he hissed in pain, “i’m sorry!” you panicked, but he shook his head. “continue.” and you did, finishing cleaning the wound so you could put a bandage over it. you tried to get it over with so he wouldn’t be in much pain. “okay, done” you finished wrapping his torso with a bandage wrap. “is your face okay? i understand if you don’t want me to see it but at least take something before you head home” you suggested. you were afraid to overstep with peter, he had always kept his identity from you since day one.

you heard peter sigh, this was hard for him. he looked away for a few seconds and finally determined to reveal himself to you. when he ripped off the mask his curls bounced back, but when you realized who it was, your world fell apart. “jesus..” you breathed. your eyes met with his brown ones, and you could feel your heart skip a beat but you had to focus. “peter?” you breathed, tears welling in your eyes. seeing him so hurt, obviously this fight must’ve been incredibly bad.

“shh, hey hey” he grabbed your face, making you look at him. “i’m okay, i swear” he couldn’t stand to see you cry. you shook your head. “pete. why didn’t you tell me?” you croaked. “i couldn’t. not when this stuff happens. i had to keep you safe” he wiped your tears away, gingerly.

you got a clean rag and gently dabbed around the scab, and cleaned any other marks on his face. not once did peter take his eyes off you, “say something. please” he begged. you leaned in and placed a couple of bandaids on his face, “there.. that should hold you over” you looked away putting everything back into the kit. peter grabbed your hand, stopping you. “y/n.” he said, you whipped your head around and looked at him, locking your eyes again. and he pulled you in planting a kiss on your lips. it lasted for a few seconds until you both pulled away. “i’ve been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted “pete..”

“i like you, y/n. i have for the longest. i love you, y/n”

you stared at him, biting your lip. “i really, really hate you in this moment peter parker.” you let’s few more tears fall, but he laughed causing you to laugh. “it’s about goddamn time, parker.” “cmere” he held his arm out for you, and you fell into his sweaty but gentle embrace. “do i get a second chance?” you nodded, “of course, you do. i don’t know who i’d be without you.”

#peter parker #peter parker x you #marvel mcu #peter parker x reader #spider man: no way home #andrew garfield #andrew garfield fluff #tasm 2 #tasm x reader #andrew!peter x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker blurb #andrew!peter parker #peter parker fluff #andrew garfield angst #tasm!peter x reader #tasm peter x you #tasm #tasm peter parker x reader

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Halloween prompts no. 12

Danny kills Darkseid au but not only does he freak out, he is essentially kidnapped by Clockwork and dragged back into the DC universe for a "vacation". When Danny tried to argue the old stopwatch confessed that Dannys core was essentially eating the dark gods energy and he would need to stay in his Phantom form 24/7 to be able to "digest" him. Which gave him a few new things to freak out about. Yay.

Danny was given some new clothes-all glowing black and white of course- and money (where did clockwork get this much cash??) and told to find so.ewhere safe to live in.

Danny went ghost and got changed and started to fly off when clockwork stopped him and told him to behave like a normal human. There are a lot of people in this world with superpowers and while they might look at him strange they would likely ignore him for the most part. But if he started showing off all these cool powers its going to gain unwanted attention. Like another Vlad. Danny shuddered.

As a last parting of wisdom, he tells him not to give out his real name and if anyone asks questions just repeat, "I'm on vacation." then time unfreezed.

So Danny walks out of the alleyway he was in and into the city where he immediately looked for a place to make a underground ice cave to live in. Despite having a crapton of money now (wth clockwork???) He still couldn't get an official apartment due to being fifteen.

Within a few days of just casually going about in Central city he had been approached by "talent agencies" and headhunters offering him jobs as an actor or model and he flusteredly turned them down but was always somehow railroaded into taking a business card. (He wasn't that pretty, surely. All of his fame back home was due to him being a hero...right?)

One particularly insistent guy just wouldn't give up and cornered Danny. It was when he thought he was going to have to break this guys nose to get away that the local hero Flash stepped in and the guy finally backed off.

Danny thanked him and the Flash (who felt clockwork freeze time before and nearly had a panic attack along with Zatanna and Captain Marvel) asked about the weird quantum energy around him and in his panic Danny stupidly confessed to having a magical artifact that makes him immune to time freezes fused into his chest by one of his bad guys.

Which led to him stupidly telling him his name was Phantom, he was a superhero who was on (forced) vacation due to injury-kinda, he wasn't allowed to help out sorry, and he was from another dimension and oh crap he had been truth serum-ed!!! How dare?!

Flash apologized, but after the global time freeze (it was global??) The Justice League was on high alert and the Batman was super paranoid and liked having answers. Unfortunately for this bat guy he was miffed at being drugged and refused to answer anymore questions.

Still, with the disappearance of Darkseid and Apokolips, the global time freeze and now this glowing kid from another dimension? They had to be connected somehow. The league was sure of it. The new gods were freaking out and searching for answers themselves and the speedsters were trying thier best to get this kid to open up to them. After a while with little success they start sending in the Teen Titans and the Young Justice teams in hopes that he'd be more social with people around his own age.

It did not go as planned.

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People: *telling Phantom that he's beautiful*

Phantom: Is this a trap?

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livehorses · 10 months

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The Spot and Disability

It's very interesting to me how ATSV told Spot's story. At a start he's handled as a joke in the movie. Even Miles and the audience with him laughed at the new villain in his introduction. I was personally disgusted when the bread goes across him. Also, the guy isn't good at being bad and stealing an ATM, so he can be considered as a joke.

But it's hard to admit that we as an audience, and Miles did wrong laughing at his face about his new condition. We often mock him when it comes to the bagel joke, but he clearly suffered a lot, and lost it all after the accident. He was being mocked, rejected by everyone, even by his own friends and relatives. He evidently couldn't do anything without any of his holes getting in the way (which is the thing that makes him disabled), he lost his job and was forced to do illegal stuff in order to survive. That left an irreparable emotional damage that shaped him permanently. These are actual motivations for a person to take the wrong path, and even more when you discover you have a power that could give you some advantage over the others.

All of his story is clearly similar to what many disabled people live on a daily basis. "Unfortunately for me and you, this is skin." Sounds familiar? Reminds me of people that have vitiligo, which isn't exactly an illness and it isn't contagious, but common people think it is, and they fear, avoid and reject anyone who has it. Even in these modern days, where society supposedly is for everyone and everyone matters, disabled people are still rejected and disrespected, victims of bullying, mockery and exclusion. They don't get a chance to adapt to this world, not meant for them, and they miss so many opportunities of having a job, to form a family and go places adapted to their unique conditions. This world still needs to educate its people on respecting the disabled. That doesn't mean that disabled people are doomed to become villains, no! That would expand more the prejudices towards them. But what most of Marvel villains, and more, Spider-Man villains, have in common is having an accident that left them disabled: Flint falling on a sand dispenser, Max on a pool of eels, affecting their entire lives. (Not to mention that Doctor Connors was already disabled when he recurred to a not so ethic way to recover his arm, turning him into a lizard-like humanoid)

And yeah, every Spider-Man has a similar (canon) event, they're bitten by a radioactive spider. But rather to turn them onto something horrible, they hit the jackpot instead isn't it? They get attractively buffed, they get cool super powers, they become popular and loved by most people. But the others are treated as villains, and it's true, Spider-Man has to combat crime, and in the end, he shows mercy towards them. But in the end, most of the time their condition is treated as menacing and villanious. That's why No Way Home, brings a fresh vision on helping the villains to get cured or at least treated. (Although, that's not always realistically possible for disabled people, and most of them don't need to be cured or treated like their condition is bad for them)

But the movie leaves it clear it was a mistake to not take Spot's situation seriously. The man might've taken it chill at a start, but the more he was mistreated, the more he got resentful especially with Miles, wrongly considering him the source of all his disgraces, and more when the Super-Hero laughed at him. His power grew at the same time as his anger, and by the end of the movie, Miles admits it, he's his nemesis, they're mutual enemies now, and he's dangerous. If Spot was treated better from the start, with dignity and if he was given a second opportunity, support and optimum laboral conditions, maybe Spot would be now an ally.

How wrong we were, by taking him for granted...

#SpiderVerse #CW: Flasing #Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse #The Spot #SpiderVerse The Spot #Miles Morales #No Way Home #Disability #Jonathan Ohnn

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megumri · 1 year

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SOLUBLE - GOOD GOOD - PART II

ISAGI YOICHI X AFAB READER X ITOSHI RIN

↬ you’re careful to never sleep with your pro-footballer boyfriends at the same time; but, all that changes when rin comes home unexpectedly early…

wc: 4k | genre: porn with tiny plot

cw: established poly relationship; unprotected sex; isagi has a thigh fetish; rin has a spit kink; both have a dacryphilia kink; isagi calls reader “angel”; rin calls reader “sweetheart”; reader calls isagi “yochann”; reader is shorter than rin & isagi;

vaginal sex; handjob/masterbation (male receiving); double penetration: oral & vaginal, vaginal & anal; fingering (vaginal & anal, fem receiving); cum play; spitting; hickies; biting; overstimulation; squirting; creampie; tiny bit of pain play; tiny bit of aftercare; (super) minor spoilers; let me know if I missed something

All characters are +21. Minors don’t interact.

a/n: in the future updates will be on my ao3 first, and here later~

part one ⎸ series masterlist

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“Second rate, huh?”

You feel like a dandelion devoid of its fluff: exposed, vulnerable.

They have an understanding—or at least you thought they did.

“I seem to remember scoring most this season.”

“Penalties don’t count!”

“You and I both know they do.”

So, why the hell is Rin here? Does this mean you aren’t getting your post-season—for lack of a better term—fuckfest? Will they ignore you and start one of their endless arguments?

A sobering thought vacuums the air from your lungs.

Will they make you choose one of them?

“Get lost.”

You clench around Yoichi’s cock still sitting inside you. He grunts, and you duck into the shadowy shell of his embrace to hide Rin’s face from view.

Rin stalks into the room, voice sharpening to a nasty point, “What was that, loser?”

Peeking out, you catch Rin’s eyes, aflame with a vehemence, fix on Yoichi.

They snap to you.

Air stalls in your lungs.

“Wha’s the matter sweetheart?” his voice is unexpectedly soft, bordering on tender, as if gently picking out the shells in the mess of your yolky confusion. Something catches in your throat. “You never need to hide when I’m around.”

Your lips part, the phantom of an apology lingers on the tip of your tongue. You strain your eyes, attempting to sift through his hawkish gaze for what lies underneath. He sees something you don’t, you’re sure of it. A path to ease the turbulence that threatens to dislodge everything.

Flipping through your mental archive, you scramble to extract a common denominator. A solution bursts forth like small sequins from a confetti popper: shiny, new, and dazzling. You marvel at its glittering allure as you stare into the cool blue-green oases of Rin’s eyes.

You are an additive to their immiscible natures. An answer to their solubility.

This… this is your opportunity, your turn to elevate the stakes—if you wish. The question is clear as day in his eyes: what are you going to do about it?

As if in a trance, your arm extends. Rin’s calloused hand closes around yours. A warm, unfettered premonition of ease washes away tensity in your shoulders. You emerge from the cavern of Yoichi’s arms, straighten out your spine, and dive headfirst.

“Yocchan,” fierce blue eyes snap to yours, “why doesn’t Rin join us?”

Owlishly, he blinks at you.

“Yeah, you wannabe hero,” Rin bends at the waist, lowering his face until a sliver of air separates them. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

A cocky smile curls the corners of Yoichi’s mouth.

“Shut up you wannabe villain, you’ll get your turn.”

In one smooth motion, Rin takes off his shirt and all thoughts vacate as you dumbly stare at him. He maneuvers above you on the bed and you swallow a half-formed joke about a spiderman kiss as his lips brush against yours.

“Tell us if it gets too much sweetheart.”

He kisses you. At this angle it’s sloppy. Teeth nicking, chin knocking, your mouths mish-mash into an alien, thrilling sluice. Immediately, you delve a hand into his inky copse of hair. He catches your upper lip in a gentle bite.

Rin pushes up your shirt and cups your bare breasts. His thumbs hone in on your nipples. They dance in tandem, rolling them to pert attention. Yoichi twitches inside you. A damp finger finds your clit and syncs with Rin’s. Pleasure seeps into your veins in a honeyed drizzle. Adrenaline buzzes under your skin like a hive of bees.

It’s happening, this is really happening.

Yoichi grinds. Rin tweaks and bites. Spit coats your chin, spreading to your jaw like a slow drip of molasses. The tip of Yoichi’s cock taps your cervix. You clench, and moan into Rin’s mouth.

You’ve seen this side of them before—them moving as one hyper-aware being on the field to lord over their opponents in devastating tandem. To apply this logic to you is consuming—no, wait, that’s not quite right… the thought sneaks away as Rin’s tongue flicks along the roof of your mouth. Saliva rushes forth in answer.

He pulls away, a string of spit connecting you like a sticky web. He kneads your breasts, tongue teasing your bottom lip before dipping it in your mouth. He angles his head, kissing you deeper.

The heel of Yoichi’s palm pushes just below your navel. You squeeze your legs around his waist and contract. The pressure combines with the prodding of his tip. Your mouth opens wide and Rin eagerly licks into it.

“That’s the spot,“ Yoichi coos, ”right angel?”

Warmth flushes through your body as you release with him. His palm eases away the pressure against your pelvis.

Yoichi’s hips slow to a standstill.

You relax into the bed as Rin’s tongue traces the side of your jaw. Pulling away, he takes your shirt with him. Content and completely naked, you sigh and watch as Rin levels Yoichi with his signature flat glare.

“Tepid.”

Rin’s hands sneak under your arms, and he hauls you into his lap. You shiver as Yoichi’s dick, coated with cum, slides out of you. Rin’s cock, rock hard, presses against the small of your back.

“Why don’t I show you how it’s done?”

The timbre of his voice tickles your spine. Heat prickles the back of your neck. His hands hook under your knees and spread your legs. He exposes you to Yoichi like an exhibition. A fever prickles your skin, your body aches with anticipation. Rin’s lips find your ear.

“Want to cum my cock?”

“Yes,” you promptly respond, head eagerly bobbing where it rests against his shoulder.

You feel more than hear his chuckle as he kisses down your neck. Slotting one of his elbows under your knee. His fingers ghost over your cum-filled folds. Your pussy throbs.

Moaning his name, you clench around what remains of Yoichi inside you, wanting—no needing Rin to hurry. You wiggle in his hold, place your hands on his knees, and dig your fingers into the meat of his thighs. His chin perches on your shoulder, cheek sliding against yours.

“How badly do you want it?”

You twist, attempting to catch his mouth in another kiss, but he doesn’t turn towards you as usual. Instead, your lips smush along his cheek as his eyes remain fixed on Yoichi. You turn to look at him too.

He kneels on the bed, fingers dancing lightly along the length of his shaft. Observant calculation shines behind his mask of desire. You lick your lips. Cum dribbles out of you and Rin’s fingers catch it. He smears it on your clit and pinches.

White-hot need overwrites every fiber of your being. You want them both to touch you. Both inside you. A hunger claws from the pit of your stomach and up your throat.

You open your mouth, ready to ask Yoichi to come closer, to add his tongue to Rin’s touch.

Two fingers plunge inside you.

You throw back your head. The request dies on your tongue, replaced with a moan of Rin’s name.

“Why don’t you show me?” Rin purrs.

He dips in and out, curving his fingers into a tender spot. Teeth sink into your shoulder. As if pulled by strings, your hips lift and grind against his hand. Plush lips find your pulse point and suck.

Soft fap, fap, faps, from Yoichi time with the wet squelches emanating from the building friction between your legs. A hot exhale fans your collarbone.

“You can do it sweetheart, show me.”

He picks up his pace, palm slapping your clit. Yoichi grunts with a quiet curse.

His wrist digs into where Yoichi’s did before. You jolt. Hips writhing, you clench down on his fingers in a fluttering vice. Panting, you anchor a hand at the back of his neck for support.

The wet swipes from Yoichi in front of you peters out.

“That good?” he curls and uncurls his fingers.

“Y-yeah,” you pant; and, it slips out before you have the sense to artfully compose your request: “but, why don’t… let’s include Yoichi this time.“

Rin’s body locks up.

"Now what could that mediocrity bring to the table?” He sneers. You crane your neck and cup the side of his face, turning it towards yours.

“Rin, if you both can make me feel this good, why can’t we all feel this good together?”

A muscle works in his jaw as he stares at a point on the wall. Your hand fidgets with the tips of his bangs.

“Rin?” He meets your gaze from the corner of his eye. You tamp down on the nervousness that threatens to color your voice, “I’ll take care of Yoichi, and I want you to fuck me.“

His cock twitches against your back. A familiar hunger delicately veils his face. He slides you off his lap.

You come onto all fours and turn your attention to Yoichi, who stands at the end of the bed, hand still wrapped around himself. You look up at him and smile.

"C'mere Yochann, lemme see that pretty cock of yours.”

Unceremoniously, he kneels on the bed and presents you with his cum-coated dick. You let out a small sigh. It really is pretty. It’s the perfect size, not too small and not too big, endearing really, with its slight curve to the right. You stick out your tongue, flatten it, scoop up the tip, and tilt up your chin.

A softness touches his eyes, the curve of his mouth. Your lips close around the head of his cock as Rin’s hands settle on your hips. Yoichi cradles your face, thumb skimming along your cheekbone.

“Tap on my thigh if it gets too much angel.”

You hum, and flick your tongue along his slit. A familiar, shy smile dawns on his face.

Rin prods your entrance. His fingers, still sticky with your cum, find your clit. He rubs it in small circles, his own silent supplication for you to relax. You curl your fingers into the sheets.

A syrupy giddiness buzzes through your system. Yoichi’s hand lands on your back, sliding along your skin. Pre-cum pools on your tastebuds, earthy and briny.

Rin rocks his hips, nudging a bit deeper. He stretches you so perfectly, sinking deeper and deeper. You swipe your tongue along the underside of Yoichi’s tip. Hips quivering, a mind-numbing tendril of ecstasy burrows into you as Rin kisses your cervix.

Thoughts of Yoichi’s cock resting patiently on your tongue abandons ship. Rin withdraws, pulling out almost completely. Your heart thunders.

He thrusts, plummeting as deep as before, shoving you forward until Yoichi’s tip knocks against the back of your throat. You gag and shudder, climaxing as you place a steadying hand on the thick muscle of Yoichi’s thigh. He curses under his breath, and his hand swallows your nape, squeezing it gently.

Cock now coated in your fresh orgasm, Rin sets a smooth, seamless pace. Each languid stroke laps against your cervix making you shiver and slurp. You wrap a hand around the base of Yoichi’s shaft, timing it with your movement. Together you build into a rhythm brimming with the promise of tangible fantasies. Wet squelches fill the air.

Rin’s fingers leave your clit and return slick with spit. He moves them in slow circles, groaning, hips rolling. You shut your eyes and picture him head thrown back, eyes shut. Hollowing your cheeks, Yoichi’s groan matches his. Delight in their shared satisfaction whips through you.

Your arm buckles, and Yoichi’s hands catch you as his dick falls from between your lips. Rin’s hand slithers around your stomach, drawing you up, and together they help you lean against Rin. The shift in angle drives Rin into a pocket of raw nerves. Electricity zaps your body.

“Trying to smother my dick sweetheart?” Rin grunts.

Blankly, you watch Yoichi’s hand drop. He flicks your clit.

A cord of tension snaps in your hips. Euphoria rolls your eyes shut and you transform into a boneless, dripping mess. A jumble of profanities and mispronunciations tumble out.

Neither let up. You shove your face into Yoichi’s neck, muffling a strangled shout. You cum again; hard, fast, and wet. It gushes out in an obscene deluge. Tears gather at the corners of your eyes threatening to spill over in a cascade of drunken pleasure.

Yoichi guides your face back to his, nibbling on your lips. Soothing words trickle into your mouth, a balm to the riot of sensations overloading your system.

Rin slows his pace and his fingers tweak your clit. Limbs buzzing, teetering on numbness, you slump into another orgasm.

Tears trickle down the curve of your cheek and your mouth conforms into a wobbly line. Yoichi loosely cradles your face and follows their salty trails with gentle kisses. Rin nuzzles your shoulder, his fingers draw light circles on your upper thigh.

“Might have been a bit too much hmm?” Yoichi’s voice filters into your sluggish brain, “take a deep breath for us now.”

You’re shaking, you realize, trembling from head to toe. When was the last time you came that hard?

You lean back into Rin and try to focus on Yoichi’s face, but your eyes wander. Hazily, you focus on a photo in a gold trimmed frame: you, Rin and Yoichi, arms linked together, wooden sticks licked clean of ice cream. You let out a lethargic sigh, a warm and fuzzy vibration hums through your limbs. You cast about for Yoichi. Concern lines the rims of his eyes.

“All good angel?” The pads of his thumbs skim the corners of your eyes.

“I… want to try something else, but you both, um, may not like it.” Yoichi’s brow wrinkles. “I want,” you audibly swallow, “I want both of you inside me—like, at the same time."

Yoichi processes your request, mind visibly conjuring and dismissing countless possibilities until it clicks.

He glances at Rin, a knowing glint in his eye. You twist, and wait for Rin’s reaction. His eyes slide to yours.

"Where do you want me sweetheart?” Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips. You intentionally clench around him. Rin nudges his hips upward and you inhale sharply.

“On top,” you rasp, “Yoichi, can you be on the bottom—I mean, underneath me? Like we did last time?”

“Of course.” Smugness radiates in a soft aura around him.

You roll your eyes and gently push him away. His dick, still coated with a light sheen of your spit, bobs in the air. He darts from the room.

Carefully, Rin pulls out and reaches for his bag on the floor. He extracts a teal water bottle and takes a swig. Wordlessly, he passes it to you.

Yoichi returns with a few towels and a glove on one of his hands. You hold back a smile, watching as he places them on the edge of the bed. He reaches over into the drawer and pulls out a tube of lube, applying a liberal amount to his hand. Laying down, he strokes himself, and adjusts the pillows under his shoulders.

You turn to Rin. Butterflies dance in your stomach and you gnaw on your lower lip as you place your hands on his waist.

“Can you help me as Yoichi preps?”

He nods, and loosely holds you as you walk backward toward the bed until your calves knock against Yoichi’s knees. You bend slightly letting your forehead rest against his chest, close your eyes, and do your best to relax.

A glob of cold lube lands on your ass, and Yoichi’s gloved finger guides it toward your anus. You take a deep breath, and on your exhale he circles your tight opening.

Opening your eyes, Rin’s cock, pert and sticky with your cum, hangs heavy in the air. Where Yoichi is slender and well-fitting, Rin is thicker, longer. A mischievous smile blooms on your face. You reach out a finger, delighting at his full body flinch as you trace a vein along his shaft.

Glancing up, you raise your eyebrows as you gently encircle his cock with your hand. Throat bobbing, mouth ajar, he nods. With a twist of your wrist, you begin a slow drag.

Yoichi dips a slick finger in. Inadvertently your grip tightens on Rin. He grunts as your free hand flies up to his shoulder. Rin shuffles closer. You rest your cheek against his chest as Yoichi slips further in.

You shiver at the welcome intrusion and time the pumps of your hand with Yoichi’s finger.

Saliva gathers, catching in the corner of your mouth, and trails down to Rin’s nipple. You follow, nibbling on its fleshy firmness as you squeeze his cock from base to tip in a smooth swipe. He releases a shaky breath.

Yoichi wiggles in another, glides them in and out, and slowly teases you open. Licking away your bite you breathily moan.

Slick with fluids, Yoichi’s dick slides against your thigh. His fingers jerk.

Reaching back, you grope until your hand lands on his shaft.

“Want it inside,” you whine.

“C'mere then,” Yoichi chuckles.

Loosening your grip on Rin, they help you lay down on top of Yoichi’s chest. You place a foot on either side of his waist, and lift your hips. His tip rests against your pulsing opening. A lukewarm dollop of lube splashes where you meet. Yoichi swirls it around, coating himself, and edges along your tight ring of muscle. He takes a handful of your thigh.

“Gonna guide you,” He mutters.

You nod. The head of his cock burrows its way inside as he pulls you down. You moan, hands flying up to Rin’s waist. You dig your fingers into his abs, smear saliva on his peck. His arm pulses around you.

“That’s it, deep breath now,” Yoichi murmurs.

You follow his instruction, and on your exhale, sink down with a squelch. The intrusion is familiar, erogenous.

Warm and wet, Rin’s finger draws along the slick heat between your legs. You constrict, legs quivering, and arch your back. Rin’s lips caress yours as Yoichi’s skim the sweat beading on the back of your neck. You melt into their touch, toes curling.

Yoichi moves past your tight ring of muscle.

“Right there Yocchan,” you moan into Rin’s mouth.

Rin bows over you, placing a hand against the bed for support and you wrap an arm around his neck. He parts your folds, the tips of his fingers groping your inner walls. Below, Yoichi grunts and presses his thumbs into a bruising spot on your inner thigh.

A whine stutters from your lips. Rin’s thumb applies a firm pressure to your clit as his fingers steep in your wetness. Legs quaking, your hand flies down to wrap around his wrist.

“Need you,” you pant, “inside.”

The corner of his mouth twitches.

“We’ll do it slow sweetheart.”

Heat licks through your body as you rest a hand over his heart, marveling at its thunder. He spits on your pussy and catches it with the head of his cock. He enters with a sodden push, resting at your entrance.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper.

He plunges deeper. A delicious pinch blooms along the thin membrane between them inside you. Your eyes roll back with your head. Yoichi’s breath huffs against your cheek. A shock skitters through your hips.

You feel impossibly full—stuffed in the most perfect way. A whimper crawls out from the back of your throat.

Rin shifts. His tip rounds along Yoichi’s, pressing into your cervix. You cum, shuddering like an autumn leaf. Numbly you collapse onto Yoichi.

“Shhh,” from above.

“Breathe,” from below.

A cool breeze kisses the back of your neck. A prickle tickles your jaw.

You blink up at Rin, who levels you with his signature cool, calculated face.

“I can’t tell,” he mutters.

“But if it’s like this without us moving–”

“Shut up.” Rin’s expression softens. He kisses the corner of your mouth. You give him a dopey smile. “Still with us sweetheart? Want to keep going or stop?”

“Keep going,” you sigh.

He squints, disbelief plain on his face, and grinds his hips.

You moan a fuzzy combination of their names, muscles leaping into his movement. Yoichi shifts you on his chest, angling your head to rest against his shoulder. Rin lowers his face, lips hovering over yours.

“Relax a bit more.”

Yoichi massages the joints between your legs and hips. Syrupy warmth oozes out, coating you from head to toe. You look down at your shared juncture, involuntarily squeezing at the provocative picture before you.

Rin reaches outside your periphery, and returns with the bottle of lube. Uncapping it, he drizzles more along his shaft until it drips onto Yoichi below him.

“Keep going,” you plead.

Rin rolls his hips. Heavy and full, his balls drag along Yoichi’s shaft. Yoichi twitches inside you and shifts upward with a flex of his muscles. You palpitate around them both.

"So tight,” Yoichi grunts.

Rin grinds into you while Yoichi’s hands wander to your breasts. He fondles them while nibbling on the sensitive skin below your ear. Sweat beads along your hairline.

“’s so good,” you moan, “both, feels so good.”

Yoichi’s chuckle ripples along your neck. Rin bestows a spongy kiss. Heat rushes to your face, your heart thumps in your chest. Everything except their sensual touches fall away.

One of Yoichi’s hands drops to your clit.

He works it until you ache and your breath hitches. A quiver in your legs transforms into a quake. You spasm and contract letting it flood out of you in a messy drip of fluids.

“You’re drooling sweetheart,” satisfaction drips from every syllable, then morphs into cold authority: “Follow my lead loser.”

Rin withdraws, as if pulling out, but stops shy. Swiftly he glides back in, bottoming out. Your gut tightens, and your hand fists in the silky strands at his nape.

A rare, throaty moan vibrates Rin’s chest. Repeating his movement, he sets a languid pace. Yoichi syncs with him.

Hairs stand to attention along your arms, the back of your neck. Sweat gathers along your back and drips onto your chest from above. Your nails drag along Rin’s chest. Yoichi’s hands reach for your thighs. He eases your legs further open.

A spark ignites tinder in your abdomen. Yoichi coaxes it into a smoldering intensity. Rin grows it to a fire. A moan rips itself from your throat, tears spill from the corners of your eyes, curses fall from your lips.

They grunt as you vice around them and pour out your release. Yoichi bursts inside you, then Rin, their hips stuttering as you milk them dry.

Their hips slow to a standstill; and you, wrung like a wet rag, slump against Yoichi. You swallow, and blink away drops clinging to your lashes.

A chorus of pants fill the air. Rin’s breath mellows out first, followed by Yoichi, and you meander behind.

Rin pulls out with a lewd squelch. Yoichi’s hands find their way back to your hips, and with Rin’s help, they pull you from his lap and sit you on the bed.

Rin kneels down between your legs, eyes glued to your sticky lower lips. He drags the pad of his finger from bottom to top, and circles your clit. He massages it, waiting, watching.

You gush out in a lewd torrent, soaking the towel and sheets below. Feebly you swat at his hand.

“Fuck,” you sigh.

Lulling your head, you catch the quirk of his mouth before he sucks on his fingers.

Yoichi leans over, tapping your lip with the straw from his water bottle. Greedily you gulp. Cool and crisp, it carves a path down your throat and sloshes in your belly.

They cuddle around you on the bed: Rin stretching long to your left, Yoichi propping himself on an elbow to your right. You nuzzle into Rin and toss one of your legs over Yoichi’s.

You take turns sipping water until the sharp pitter-patter of the straw sounds like a buzzer.

Exhaustion settles over you like a weighted blanket.

Happy, you are so happy; and sleepy, so, so, sleepy.

Fingers brush your cheek as you close your eyes.

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