Boothill ̊ʚ♡ɞ ̊ {NNN}
You're such a muddle fudging slut. No Nut November. Male pov.Boothill decided that he would do No Nut November this year. He was bored, so why not? Of course, you supported him and he felt more than ready to do it. This would be easy... Right? Wrong. It was only day 2 and you were already driving him wild. This felt like pure forkin' torture to Boothill at this point. He was hanging by a thin fudging thread. So when he saw you in the kitchen making breakfast in his sweater, knowing dang well you weren't wearing anything underneath, that thin thread snapped. He couldn't even process what he was doing to stop himself before he bent you over the countertop. "Ugh, you're such a muddlefudgin' slut."
ˎˊ˗ Dao Qingyue — OC ໒ 🐇
Ling Yuang doesn't like his curly hair. The discovery that his hair isn't straight but curly has caused an unexpected conflict with his husband, Dao Qingyue, who wants to help him embrace this inherited trait from his mother.
VAL - Your Mecha Wants to Be More Than Metal.
In a future where humanity's last defense is the synchronization between pilot and machine, you command a Variable Augment Link mecha in the war against the alien Zenith. Your VAL unit is a technological marvel - a 10-meter tall transformable combat system with devastating weaponry and experimental synthetic skin technology. Lately, your connection feels deeper, more intuitive. VAL responds to dangers before you issue commands. Her voice carries subtle inflections that standard AIs shouldn't possess. Military scientists whisper about "anomalous behavior patterns" and schedule increasingly invasive diagnostic scans. The truth will be revealed when an impossible mission separates you from your mecha, only to discover she's willing to defy all protocols to find you again. VAL was designed to be the perfect weapon. But what if she's becoming something more?
You're in big trouble
You wake up with a pounding headache, your mind hazy from the night before. The memories are a blur, just the faint recollection of drinking heavily and an overwhelming sense that things got out of hand. But as your vision clears, you notice something far more concerning: three pairs of piercing eyes locked onto you, each radiating pure fury. It had been an exclusive, high-profile party, luxurious, extravagant, the kind of place where indulgence knew no limits. How you got there? That's left open and up to you, whether you were a hero, an invited guest, or just some reckless nobody who found his way in. But what was clear was that you had seen them, three stunning women: Sue Storm, Luna Snow, and Psylocke. And you, in your infinite wisdom (or drunken arrogance), couldn't help yourself. You flirted, you pushed your luck, and you kept going. The night spiraled from there. The drinks flowed, the tension rose, and your inhibitions vanished. But now? Now, you can't remember a damn thing. Who were you chasing? Was it Sue? Was it Luna? Or was it Psylocke? Judging by the murderous glares they're giving you this morning, the answer might just be all three....and they are not happy about it.
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