#NONE OF THE TOP RELATIONSHIPS ARE WLW

[yantao-enthusiast]

pleaaaase stop tagging wlw ships that are background on the mlm fics !!!!! the majority of that wlw ship tag is clogged up with mlm with just a dash of wlw when all the people want is them to be the stars PLEEASSSEEEEEE

[jo6hny]

Casual - Hazel Callahan

Pairing: College student! Hazel Callahan x College student! Reader 

Contains: the angst that comes with a “casual” relationship, some fluff, a smidge of smut (for the plot), reader’s kind of an asshole in this, happy ending!! 

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: Hazel and Reader are in a “casual” relationship.  Based on Chappell Roan’s song!

A/N: First time writing wlw please spare me and i also haven't written in a long time so :< I also take requests for hazel and kit, my inbox is open and i also need mutuals so hmu pls :)) 

Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out Is it casual now?

“Seriously, Hazel. Get a grip, she’s using you.” PJ rolled her eyes at the brunette after having to listen to the same story about you for nth time. It was always like this. She always yapped to her friends about how you made her feel in love but conflicted. How she never knew what your relationship was and how she could never find her grip over you loosening. 

Josie nods at PJ's statement. She knew that her friend could use better words especially since Hazel is sensitive, but she needed the truth. They were both tired of giving the latter hints. Josie especially couldn’t help but feel hurt on Hazel’s behalf after she’d heard about your ongoing “casual” relationship. 

“I don’t know guys,” Hazel trails off, fidgeting with her rings. “Maybe tonight will be different. I’ll have the courage to ask her about us again and we’re gonna be official. I know it.” 

The two girls couldn’t help but sigh at their friend’s hopelessness. But they couldn’t do anything but be supportive. They’ve tried their best to warn her about the dangers of being with you and yet nothing seemed to faze the blue eyed girl. She didn’t care, she was in love. She looked at you like you were the universe. It didn’t matter that you keep brushing her off whenever she asks about your relationship. It didn’t matter that she’s met half of your family but you only introduced her as a “friend” No, none of it mattered to her. What mattered was that she was in your orbit; that you saw her. 

2 years ago she would have never dreamed that you would spare her a glance. You were never the type to date losers. And yet here she was, knee deep in the passenger seat of her car, eating you out and having the time of her life. Hazel lapped up your juices, not wasting a drop. The brunette swore to herself that she would never get tired of how you tasted. How soft you felt under her palms. 

“Fuck Hazel, right there.” You moaned, gripping her hair as you found release. 

The younger girl looks at you with a sense of pride as she props herself up on her elbows. You take a hand and caress the sweet girl’s cheek, looking at her with admiration. 

“Did I do good?” She asks with a seemingly innocent tone. Oh, how sweet she was. How kind. It broke your heart to lead such a good person on. 

You nodded, adjusting your clothes and sitting up. The brown haired girl sat next to you on the driver’s seat. She looked nervous, like she was bottling something up. 

“Is something bothering you?” 

Hazel sucks a breath in. She was fidgeting with her rings and that’s how you knew that she was nervous about something. You put your hand on top of hers to calm her down. 

“It's just that,” She starts, not able to make eye contact with you, “I wanted to ask you something if that’s okay.” 

You purse your lips. You know where this was going. She was going to ask about your relationship again. You didn’t have it in you to break her heart today. Not when she just gave you the best head of your life. But you couldn’t exactly give her what she wanted. It wasn’t that easy. You adored Hazel more than anything in the world, and she meant more to you than any other person did. But you couldn’t bring yourself to make things official. It was all too real, too heavy. Being vulnerable and leaving your heart’s responsibility to another person was something you just couldn’t do. You couldn’t afford another heartbreak. It’s not like Hazel would, though. You knew that she would treat you well, but you couldn’t promise the same for her. 

“Hazel, baby.” You said, giving her hand a squeeze. “If this is about what I think it is, I’m sorry. I can’t give you an answer today. But you know what you mean to me.” 

Hazel nods, biting her lip as she tries to fight off tears. You could feel a crack forming in your heart at the sight of your girl with glassy eyes.

“It’s okay.” She breathed. It was not. But she had to pretend that it was. She didn’t want to lose you. She knew that many others sought after you. So she nods and she smiles. 

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Hazel settles into class and takes a seat next to PJ and Josie. The pair looked at her expectantly and she could only give them a sad stare. They already knew what happened from the looks of the brown haired girl. The campus crush strikes again. Hazel spends the rest of the class with her mind not on the lesson, but on your relationship. Dark thoughts started to muddle her mind, she wondered what was wrong with her, why it was so hard for you to give her a chance. 

PJ puts a hand on her shoulder, shaking her out of her trance. 

“Hey, we’re going to the cafe and maybe study, you wanna come with?” She asks, both her and Josie look at her with sympathy. This was the only way they knew how to cheer their friend up. Neither were the type to be touchy or give words of assurance. Plus, they knew Hazel wouldn’t want anyone else but you to touch her anyway. 

Hazel simply nods, not having the energy to respond verbally. 

They head to the cafe nearest to their building and occupy a table near a window. This was your table. Well, both of yours. Hazel brought you here the first time she asked you out and it became your meetup destination from then on. 

Josie sets a drink in front of her and takes a seat across the table.Her friends look at her expectantly. They want to know what went down, expectedly. Hazel doesn’t know if she has the courage to tell her friends about her rejection. It wasn’t like this was the first time anyway, but it still hurt. She can’t help but feel ashamed of her hubris, how she spoke highly of herself and how sure she was that this would be the time you would change her mind only for her to come back like a scared dog with her tail tucked between her legs. It’s like she never learned when it came to you. 

Hazel opens her mouth, racking her brain for words to describe what went on yesterday. 

“Well-” 

“Shut up.”  PJ interjects, looking at something behind Hazel. Something beyond the window and on the outside of the cafe. 

“What’s going on?” She asks nervously. 

Josie gives her a disappointed look, nodding her head towards where PJ was staring. It was you. With a girl who wasn’t her. Now, she wouldn’t immediately assume malicious things whenever she sees you with someone else but this time it was different. You had your arm wrapped around the woman and the both of you were smiling at some stupid thing she couldn’t comprehend. Hazel’s body started to feel warm and tears started to well in her eyes. She felt stupid. Her lip quivered and she was holding back a sob. 

“We should go.” Josie says with caution. Her friend takes her hand and leads her outside away from the cafe. Away from you. 

“I’m sure that was nothing.” PJ says, which was very unlike her. Usually, she’d take this as an opportunity to spew insults and talk about how you were using her. How people saw Hazel as some girl that you fuck on her couch. But this time she chose to bite her tongue. She already saw how broken her friend was and she didn’t want to add to it. Especially not since Hazel was the only person left in the friend group without a solid relationship. 

“Right.” Hazel choked out. She couldn’t bring herself to speak. If she spoke, she was sure that it would continue on to a sob. The blue eyed girl didn’t want to break out sobbing in front of so many people. But she couldn’t help the hurt she felt. 

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It’s been a week since the incident. Hazel was ignoring you. She didn’t need Josie or PJ’s words to convince her to do it this time. The hurt in her heart was enough. Though she couldn’t deny that it was difficult to do. You would hit her up and all she could do was ignore you. A small voice inside Hazel was deluding her, telling her that you care because you didn’t stop messaging her. But she knew better. Just then, her phone pings and it was another text from you. 

MY girl (mine): baby are you okay? It’s been a week. i’m worried about you, yk.  MY girl (mine): text me back, okay?  MY girl (mine): i miss you. 

Hazel groans at the last message you sent. You certainly knew how to reel her in. Did you actually miss her? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give you a bit of an update. No. She had to stay strong. This relationship had dragged on for too long. She was going crazy without confirmation from you. She needed security, stability. She needed you to tell her that you wanted her. But she knew better. The brunette throws her phone across her bed and decides to continue ignoring you. 

Just then, a knock on her door interrupts her train of thought. Hazel’s stomach drops and she feels nervous for no reason. Her mind was feeding her delusions again. What if it was you? Had you come to check up on her? The knocking continues and she forces herself to get out of bed to make way towards the door. Her hand hovers over the doorknob, she didn’t know how to feel if it was you on the other side and if it weren’t. She’d been doing so well at staying away, but her being called for you. Every part of her being yearned for your touch, for your voice, for you.

“Hazel? It’s me.” Your voice is muffled by the door but she definitely knew that it was you. Her heart jumped, her pulse was racing. Her mind was screaming right now. So you did come to see her! She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of your concern. Maybe you did care for her, maybe a part of you felt the same. 

She wiped the smile off her face before opening the door. She didn’t want you to see how excited she was. Not that it wasn’t obvious from how she glowed. 

“Hey.” She greeted, opening the door a bit too excitedly. “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see you. You’ve been ignoring me.” You reply, looking at her with a bit of hurt. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I got sick.” She lies, fake coughing. Hazel couldn’t help but feel guilty. She couldn’t tell you the truth, though. She wasn’t very confrontational and she was too scared that you’d shut her down. All she wanted right now was to bask in your presence and let herself enjoy the fact that you went out of your way to see her. 

“Aw, you should have told me, Haze. I would have brought you meds too.” The brunette looks down and sees your hand with a plastic bag full of what she assumes are snacks. 

“Are those for me?” Hazel replies with shock and fascination. You’d never done anything like this for her before. This caught her off guard. Usually it was her that did all the effort but here you were with all her favorite snacks. Her heart warmed at the thought. Maybe PJ and Josie were wrong about you. 

You roll your eyes playfully. “Obviously, dummy. Can I come in?” 

The blue eyed girl nods and lets you in. You settle on her bed and put the plastic bag full of Hazel’s favorite snacks and drinks on her desk. It took you a bit longer to come visit Hazel than you’d intended. You were well aware that she was ignoring you and that she was lying to your face. But you couldn’t blame her. She must have had her reasons and you knew that you were a major part of it. You felt guilty. Hazel didn’t deserve to be stringed around like a rag doll, but you couldn’t let her go either. Which is why you swallowed your pride and came over to hers with all her favorite snacks. You didn’t even have to make an effort on remembering what she liked because it was all ingrained in your mind. If it were any other girl, you would have let them stay away but Hazel was different. 

“Do you feel okay now?” 

“Uhm…yeah. I guess.” 

You pout, not knowing what to say to her. Instead, you pat the empty spot beside you and gesture for her to sit. Hazel takes the cue and as soon as she does, you wrap your arms around her. 

“I missed you, Haze.” You whisper, burying your nose on the crook of her neck. She smelled good, clean. She smelled like home. 

Hazel’s arms tighten around you as she reciprocates the feelings. You feel a weight fall off your shoulders, one that you never knew you had. It was always so easy to be with her. Sure, she was sometimes awkward, and sometimes she yapped a lot, but she was your girl. She felt like a warm cozy day in bed. She enveloped your mind and senses and it scared you dearly. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, Haze. I know you aren’t sick.” You mumble, holding her tighter. 

Your lover sighs and takes a minute before replying. Your heart was pounding. 

“I saw you the other day near the cafe.” She trails off, rubbing her palms on your back. “You were with a girl.” 

“It was a friend.” You reply, cutting off allegations before Hazel could make them. You knew where this was going.

“I knew that,” She says, giving you a reassuring smile. “I told PJ and Josie that too.” 

Hazel felt as if that wasn’t true, but she didn’t want to ruin the mood. It’s not every day that she has you in her dorm room all to herself. And it wasn’t like you two were a thing anyway. The thought of your relationship seemed to dampen her mood even more. The brunette couldn’t help but noticeably frown. 

You lifted your head from her embrace and looked at her, your eyebrows furrowed.  

“There’s something else that’s bothering you. I can feel it.” 

“It’s just…” She starts, readying herself for what she was about to say. She really couldn’t hold it in any longer. Hazel could just not get why you two couldn’t become official. 

“Don’t you want to be mine? Or like each others” 

Your face feigns confusion. “What do you mean?” 

“Like, girlfriends.” She shrugged, avoiding eye contact. “It’s not like we don’t already do couple-y things, you know.” 

“Hazel,” you sigh. “Please don’t start.” 

“I love you.” She blurts out. You could feel your breath hitch and your palms grow cold. This couldn’t be happening right now. Your chest tightens at her confession and you feel sorry for her. No words could leave your mouth right now and all you could do was stare. 

“I’m sorry.” She says, noticing the lack of response. 

You put a hand on her cheek. 

“No, baby. Don’t apologize.” She looks at you with her big blue eyes that were filled with regret and sadness. Hurt filled your chest as you saw how tears started to fill her eyes. 

Letting go of your embrace, she said, “I just don’t get it. I don’t get why you don’t want me.” 

“Haze, that’s not true at all. You know that. I do want you.” You counter, trying to get her to look at you. 

“Then why can’t you admit it? Why can’t you commit to loving me?” She shoots back at you, her voice cracked. 

A lump formed in your throat and you couldn’t find the words. It’s not that you didn’t love her, you did, with all of your being. But you couldn’t commit to being with her because of how afraid you were to hurt her. Hazel wasn’t like you. She’s pure, kind, and thoughtful. You on the other hand had a reputation for breaking hearts. You simply couldn’t bear the thought of breaking her heart. Being with you meant people would judge her more than she already was. More than you already were. 

“Please leave.” She whispers as she takes your hand off her cheek. The sound of her sniffles filled the room. 

“I’m really sorry, Haze.” You mutter, getting up. Maybe giving her space would be the right thing to do. Hazel deserved better than a girl like you, after all. She would be better off with someone who’d be proud to love her. 

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Hazel looked at her phone for the nth time today, hoping that she might catch a stray message from you. Unfortunately, you seemed better off without her as she hadn’t received anything for the past two weeks. She even texted once and you didn’t even read the message. 

The brunette groans into her pillow. She regretted ever pushing it with you. Honestly, she wished that she kept her mouth shut. Maybe you’d still be in bed with her if she had. But a part of her was relieved. Relieved that at least everything’s clearer now to her and she managed to say what she always has. Hazel loved you more than anything in the world. More than her stamp collection and that says something. But she knew when to let go and wave the white flag. She couldn’t keep going in the relationship blind and not knowing what to do. Though, a small part of her still puts up hope that maybe one day you’ll choose her. Maybe. 

Her phone pings just then and her head shoots up. Hope fills her heart up as she looks at the notifications on her screen. 

MY girl (mine): Hey! Sorry I didn’t reply to your texts. LOL. I think I’m ready to be girlfriends now :))  Come over to the party over at Isabel’s later? 

Hazel frowned. Something wasn’t right. There was a tugging at her stomach that told her to be careful, but it was quickly overridden with excitement. 

Hazel: sure bby ill be there!! see u <33 MY girl (mine): Great :)) 

She arrives over at Isabel’s after a good fifteen minute walk. Hazel slowed herself down, she didn’t want to seem too eager to see you. Plus, she wanted to rehearse the potential conversation in her head before she saw you. In her hands was a bouquet of flowers and a handwritten letter that she wrote when she first met you. It was full of adoration and compliments about how captivating you were and how you captured the girl’s heart. To say she was excited was an understatement. The day was finally here. You two would be official. 

“Hey Haze!” Isabel greets her as she makes her way to the door. 

She waves her hand at her and asks your whereabouts. Isabel tells you that you’re over at her room, something about needing to lie down because your social battery is low. Hazel chuckled at that and thought about how you and her were similar in many ways.

Making her way upstairs, she rehearsed every talk point she wanted to bring up. Her hands were sweaty and her heart pounded but she was feeling optimistic. 

Standing in front of Isabel’s room door, she takes the knob and opens it. Her heart drops at the sight in front of her. There you were kissing the girl she saw you with near the cafe. Tears  flooded her eyes as she choked up a sob. 

The sound of Hazel’s sob alerts you and you push the girl away. 

“Hazel, oh my god. It’s not what you think-” 

The blue eyed girl storms out of the house faster than you could finish the sentence. You run after her but not before slapping your friend. She kissed you without prior knowledge and somehow you had a feeling that she might be the reason why Hazel was here. 

Catching up to your lover, you spot her walking away from Isabel’s house. 

“Hazel, wait! Please.” You pleaded, grabbing her arm. Tears were also evident in your eyes. Somehow you knew that this moment would define the way Hazel saw you and it burned you with agony. 

“You lied to me!” She yelled, not being able to contain her feelings anymore. She had always tried to be patient and kind. It was never in her nature to yell or be aggressive but this time all of the anguish inside of her built up and she couldn’t help but lash out. 

“Hazel I didn’t know you would be here and it’s not what it looks like, please.” You sob, pleading with her. She didn’t seem to believe you. Her eyes were filled with hurt and doubt. 

“You-” She said in between sobs, “You said you wanted to be with me. That you wanted to be together. You lied.” 

“Baby, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m sorry.” You said. 

Hazel takes her phone out of her pockets and shoves her phone in front of you. There, you saw a text from your number but it was not written by you.  You were right. Your friend did set the whole thing up. Disbelief filled your senses at the betrayal. You knew she had a thing for you but you couldn’t believe that she would do such a thing like this. Everyone knows not to approach you especially because they’ve seen you with Hazel and because you reject anyone else. 

“Do you know what they call me? They call me some girl you fuck on the side. I can’t believe I let this go on for so long, I feel so stupid.” She said, her voice breaking at every word. Hazel’s words were filled with venom and each felt like poison injecting itself in your bloodstream. The day you feared had come to be. In an attempt to run away and shield her, you broke her heart without notice and without care. 

“Hazel, I’m so sorry. You’re more than that to me, you know that.” 

“Just because you say that doesn’t mean I feel it.” 

It felt like something sharp struck your chest. How could you be so blind? You thought that keeping her at arms length would be the safest thing to do. But now you see your lover as she breaks in front of you. 

“You’re not stupid,” You say as you get closer to her. “And I do love you, Haze.” 

At that, Hazel froze. She didn’t know if she heard it correctly. But she did. Did she? It felt like a trick on her mind. The girl’s brows furrowed and her mouth hung ajar. 

“Do you really?” She whispers, scared that if she said anything louder that everything would disrupt. She was afraid that she was dreaming. 

You nod, wrapping your arms around her chest. 

“More than anything in the world, Haze.” 

Hazel looks at you, searching your eyes for any signs of trickery and lies. But all she could see was sincerity. 

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. I thought that it would be better for the two of us if we weren’t anything. I thought people would judge less. Stupid on my part, I know.” You apologize, breaking eye contact. 

“You’re not stupid.” She assures, her tone was soft and kind. 

“I kind of am.” You sniffle, giving her a shy smile. It was time to face your fears. You couldn’t handle seeing Hazel hurt and you had to admit that your heart screamed for her. It was as if you were made on this earth to love and care for her. 

“It’s okay, I am too.” She reassures you and it makes you laugh. Hazel smiles at hearing your laughter. 

“So where do we go from here? Girlfriends?” 

Hazel purses her lips, thinking about your friend she caught you in a lip lock with. 

“I don’t know, what about the person you were kissing earlier?” 

“That was nothing,” You said, shaking your head, “She was jealous of you. And she was the one that sent you that text. I’m so sorry for roping you in this, Haze.” 

“It’s okay.” She replies, Hazel believed in you. Her gut was right about that text message. Next time she saw that “friend” of yours she was sure to put a punch in. She hadn’t forgotten about her days at the fight club after all. Maybe she should put her skills back to good use. 

“So…” You trail off, cutting her thoughts off. 

“Girlfriends?” She asks, retracting from your arms and handing you the flowers and letter she had. 

You beamed at the brunette and nodded eagerly,  “If you want me to be.”

Hazel looks at you, bewildered. 

“What? of course I want you to be.” She said, not catching your teasing tone. This makes you laugh at how adorable she was. 

“Never mind.” You reply as you lean closer, putting your lips on hers. The kiss was eager but definitely not rough. It was a kiss shared between lovers that have reconnected. Lovers who finally bared their hearts with each other. It was soft, beautiful, and it made your head dizzy. 

“I love you, Haze.” You said in between kisses. Hazel smiles and continues kissing you. 

In the far distance, two girls had their eyes set on you from the beginning as the fight between you and Hazel ensued. They were both taking bets on what the outcome would be. When you kissed and made up, the other had to pay up. 

“Damn, I didn’t think they’d actually end up together.” PJ said disappointedly as she rummaged her pockets for twenty dollars that she lost to Josie. 

“I told you, dumbass. They have the hots for each other.” Josie replied, not revealing that Isabel told her all about how you wanted to be with Hazel but couldn’t because of your issues. She admits that she was iffy about you at first but now that she saw you going after Hazel, she decided that you weren’t that bad after all. Though, that was something she’d keep to herself. For now though, she’s enjoying her victory and beaming with pride as her friend finally gets the girl. 

[honeyviscera]

i get really tired of the vbs fanon of "oh haha wlw mlm hostility" "oh an and akito HATE each other and fight all the time" and just only focus on the vivids and the bad dogs INDIVIDUALLY when the whole point of vbs' story is that none of them could do it alone. they all need each other. and sure, in the vbs initial story the vivids and the bad dogs do have a hostile relationship, but that's before. they're a team now, and they all work to support each other, again, none of them can do it alone.

sure, an and akito banter with each other, but it's not actually malicious. they do genuinely trust and value each other. im reading the "find a way out" event story right now and akito is constantly thinking of the other three, not just toya, and how the four of them are all constantly there for each other and have helped each other improve beyond what any of them could do alone. the main theme of this event story is to show akito's growth-- how far he's come between then and now, how much allowing himself to rely on others has helped.

the point is, is that they're all friends, and they all love and trust and rely on each other. that's why it always feels so shallow when people only focus on toya/akito and an/kohane. shipping majorly contributes to this, how people only like to consider the Fun Gay Ships at the expense of the canon deep relationships these characters have with each other. and then on top of that there are fans who are hostile to those who ship either of the girls with either of the guys, which, since the het ships, in the fandom, are generally viewed as "worse" or "erasure" or what have you, it just goes to further solidify the "divide" between the vivids and the bad dogs in the general fandom consciousness. and it's SOOOO FRUSTRATING.

VBS ARE ALL FRIENDS OKAY. THEY TRUST EACH OTHER AND RELY ON EACH OTHER AND WORK HARD TO ACHIEVE THEIR COLLECTIVE DREAM. they could never do it alone and they could never do it if they didn't trust each other. toya writing his own song. vbs going camping for inspiration. vbs putting on events. collaborating with other groups. practicing. exercising. shopping. hanging out. celebrating holidays and each other's birthdays. an and akito and toya riding the train to pick up kohane. all of the event stories and card side stories are all about how much time they spend together and how much each of them want to improve for each other. they love each other. vbs love each other and im tired of popular fanon pretending they don't.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ep 5. trust that i trust you | myj, jjk

sugar, spice, and everything nice ep 5. trust that I trust you.

pairing(s): yoonji x reader x jungkook

summary: After confessing to Jeon Jungkook that she likes his girlfriend, Min Yoonji thinks she knows what happens next. Arguments. Tears. A slap to the face, maybe. None of these things happen. Ah, sweet, innocent (ha!) Yoonji knows how to pick 'em.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; pan!f!reader; pan!Yoonji; internalized homophobia; gay panic; further confessions; f/f/m love triangle; threesome smut (heavy wlw focus, JK and his lady match each other's freak, so much kissing, voyeurism, slight hair pulling, nipple play, dry humping, fingering, cum eating / sharing, striptease, spit kink, handjob, edging, m/f missionary, f-receiving oral); non-idol!AU - Yoonji's POV

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“Do you remember… when I said that there was someone I had fallen in love with, but never got to tell?”

“I remember that conversation.”

“Um, well… it’s Yoonji-noona.”

What was more bizarre – listening to Jeon Jungkook confess his previous feelings or Min Yoonji actually being able to witness the placid reaction of his current lover as he admitted to falling for and possibly still in love with Yoonji? Trick question. The entire situation was all fucking weird. For her part, the other woman listened rather than reacted.

“You did say it was difficult because it was an important friendship that you didn’t want to risk.”

The two of them really had talked about this, then.

“Y-Yeah.” Jungkook chewed on his lip. Still, his nervousness seemed to be fading as he stared into those scorched eyes. They did not immediately denounce him, so he continued. “Uh… It was more than that. Because… When I realized it, Yoonji-noona was dating another guy. This guy ruined everything. I didn’t seem much of it, but even I could tell it was bad. Really bad. She always seemed sad even though she was angry all the time. As the months went by, she became sadder and angrier. All closed up. Even after they broke up… It never seemed like the right time to say anything. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I do know that was when she started becoming dismissive and cagey about love stuff. She became an anti-romantic.”

Yoonji interrupted with a scoff. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Nuh uh. And you even told Jimin relationships weren’t for you,” Jungkook insisted.

Unperturbed by her outburst, the other woman replied with, “That explains a lot for me.”

He became strangely quiet at that. Damn. Yoonji wondered what that comment meant but neither elaborated. They both seemed to already know. You said you don’t want to be my boyfriend. Part of her wanted to ask. However, their relationship was not her place to comment. It was obvious, though, that this was more than simply benefits-with-friendship. A splinter of envy gleaned in her ribcage. Instead of hostility or displeasure, Jungkook had been met with acceptance for something that most would find unacceptable. She was even smiling comfortingly at him.

Yoonji frowned.

And she glared at her.

“Why are you sitting so close anyway?” she snapped.

The other woman raised her eyebrows at Yoonji.

They were sitting in a triangle, with Yoonji and Jungkook on the sofa. One of Yoonji’s dining room chairs had been dragged up to barricade their knees in front of the instigator of this discussion. Her legs were spread, her hands at the front of the chair, clasping down the front flap of her dark red slip dress. False modesty, though. The leg slits were hiking all the way up to the tops of her bare thighs. Yoonji was trying not to stare. Jungkook was staring hard. Said woman was also his fuckbuddy, so Yoonji wasn’t surprised, but she was jealous. What? Anyway, at the very least his dick companion was still wearing her bomber jacket. The large size was covering most of her indecency.

Unfortunate.

The younger man was fidgeting in his seat awkwardly. Yoonji smacked his arm and didn’t look. She would most likely see something that would not help her concentrate.

Jungkook spoke to the other woman directly.

“I… I want to be with you, noona.”

Inexplicably, the splinter in Yoonji’s chest turned into a full-blown knife at those words.

The charming half-smile reached to those burned eyes.

“You are with me, Jungkook.”

The knife twisted. Either in pain or morbid curiosity, Yoonji chanced a look in his direction. He was shaking his head, chewing on his lower lip again. “No… No, I don’t think it’s supposed to be this way. You’re so sure and I… I’m scared. I’m scared I’m doing this all wrong. I don’t want to hurt you. And I’m hurting you. I know I am, even if you are too tough to tell me.”

He looked so lost that Yoonji’s internal ache subsided a bit. She hated how those big brown eyes seemed to have lost their stars. She wanted to reach over, pat his shoulder, something, but was beaten to it. The other woman’s hand rose, her palm brushing against Jungkook’s cheek. His expression brightened, just like that, his lips parting as they looked at each other, not saying anything. The correct response would have been indignance for being the third wheel. Instead, Yoonji realized she was fixated on Jungkook’s double lip rings and immediately diverted her eyes to a random spot on the wall. She certainly couldn’t look into inquisitive dark eyes surveying them both. She couldn’t look down either. Because reasons.

“So, what’s your opinion?”

She was aware she was being spoken to. At the moment, Yoonji was wondering why she had never bought more artwork to put on the walls so she actually had something to look at when she was avoiding eye contact. “About what?” she absentmindedly answered.

“About Jungkook’s admission of wanting to fuck your holes.”

Yoonji jerked and scowled. That smirk grew.

“Don’t be crass.”

The hand retreated from Jungkook’s cheek. A light tilt of her head as she calmly regarded her. “Well, you and me both can see that he loves you. Being in love with you is the same thing, but with naked privileges.”

Her cheeks burned again. Yoonji ignored it. “What?” she snapped.

 “Ah, noona…” Jungkook was aghast, floundering a bit, his ears bright red.

The other woman raised a finger. Cherry red nails with iridescent orange-yellow flakes. They looked like points of fire. She placed her left index finger onto his lips and tapped lightly, silencing him.

“He doesn’t love me. He has confused proximity to convenient attraction. I happen to be the closest woman to him since we are in the same friend group,” Yoonji pointed out flatly.

An exasperated, languid sigh as the other woman shook her head. “You are surprisingly stubborn,” she remarked cooly. The finger left Jungkook’s parted lips and hovered in between them. “He always tells me when you’ve released something new on SoundCloud.” Another finger popped up. “He’s always talking about how good you are at guitar.” A third finger popped up. Like a goddamn daisy. “He has a picture of you on his bedroom dresser that he always smiles at when he passes it.”

Yoonji was sure that if she dunked her head in lava, it would actually cool down.

Jungkook was sputtering. “I don’t–”

Those dark eyes narrowed with an even darker glint flashing within. “I believe he said it was the only solo gig you ever did. At a small, underground bar. You are holding a black acoustic guitar, wearing torn blue jeans and a white crop top under an unbuttoned baseball jersey. The mic stand is in front of you and your eyes are closed.”

Well.

Shit.

She had forgotten about that. A friend had desperately needed someone to cover for an act that dropped out. Job on the line and shit. Yoonji had to get very drunk to even muster the courage to sit on stage. It had been an almost impossible task, but Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had been there, crammed into a corner booth. She had pretended no one was there except for those six huddled heads. She turned to stare at Jungkook. He was trying to hide his face with his sleeves, attempting to sink into the couch, avoiding her gaze at all costs.

“You took a picture?” she croaked.

“I thought… Thought you might want it later,” Jungkook mumbled to his arms. His ears were so red that they might as well have been glowing neon lights. “There are other pictures on my dresser too. One of Namjoon accepting that award he got last year. Jimin and Taehyung meeting the pandas at the zoo–”

“Who knows, maybe you’d bonk them all if they batted their eyelashes right.”

“Noona!”

And then Yoonji felt two fingers on her chin, turning her stunned face. Woman to woman, eye to eye. What is with this intense visual shakedown? One of those eyebrows rose. She could feel her heart beat faster because it was in her damn throat. That fucking smile grew, laced with wicked mirth.

“Come on. Pretty obvious he could see himself with you.”

Yoonji didn’t want to give in just yet. “So what? He can see himself with you too. Great. He’s a slut.”

“Hey!” He sounded indignant. Couldn’t blame him.

That sly smirk didn’t disappear though.

“Oh, yeah. I know.”

“Hey!”

The two women stared each other down.

One was enjoying it more than the other.

“And yet I don’t think Jeon Jungkook’s horny is the reason why we are sitting in your apartment talking about this, Min Yoonji.”

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck. She must be stupid. A certified idiot, letting herself be cornered again by that teasing expression and manicured hands. I hate women. Those dark eyes sparkled in triumph. Why couldn’t dummy Jungkook attract another dummy that was only hot, not this smartass that was also a grandmaster at mental chess? Fuck. Maybe it was Yoonji’s own fault for having a type. Dammnit. Fuck.

“You must have confessed to him first.”

She cast her eyes down, then back up.

“Yeah. I did.”

A careful nod.

“Okay,” Jungkook’s woman said softly.

Yoonji took in a deep, shaky breath and came clean.

“I told him I’m attracted to you,” she finally admitted.

Dead.

Silence.

The other woman straightened.

“Oh.”

Wait.

Yoonji frowned. “The fuck you mean, oh?” She felt a tendon in her neck tense. “Oh?! What kind of reaction is that?” She couldn’t stop the rising panic in her voice. “I – you!”

A quick teasing smile. Yet, her cool demeanor seemed almost ruffled, in a way. “Ah, wait.” A slight chuckle. Yoonji noticed the dusting of pink on her cheekbones. Then again, maybe that was her desperation delulu playing with her vision. “Give me a moment. Huh. I wasn’t expecting that of all things.”

Yoonji wanted to throw this whole conversation away. Her cheeks were going to fall off her face with how mortified she was. “Hah, on second thought, who ca–”

“Ah, wait.”

An impatient, manicured hand seized her sleeve and yanked her back down onto the sofa before she even realized she had gotten to her feet. Yoonji fell back unceremoniously, knocking into Jungkook, who braced her stumble and steadied her. He solidly held her up. She pulled away quickly, gripping her knees through her pants.

The other woman retracted her grip as well in a gesture of peace. “Okay, sorry. I’m taken aback, is all. My thought this entire time was that you were in love with Jungkook, which was why you were behaving the way you were. I didn’t fathom–”

“I’m pansexual,” Yoonji heard herself interject.

There.

She said it.

Whoa.

Those mauve pink lips parted mid-sentence, then pivoted. “Me too.”

“I…” Yoonji swallowed hard, feeling the guilt of knowing such a personal detail. “I know. Jungkook told me." She tried to absolve him of any crime. “He was asking me for advice. Because he… he trusted me.”

Clearly, that ended up well.

A half-laugh. “It’s fine. I didn’t tell him because I was hiding it,” that playful voice soothed. She didn’t seem troubled at all. Amused, even. “I told him because it was true. But, to me, it doesn’t matter who knows.”

She felt a twinge of unease. The pause in Yoonji’s words wasn’t the embarrassment. It was more that it finally hit her that she declared such a thing so directly. It felt so real, suddenly. “You’re the first person I’ve actually… The first time I’ve said that word out loud. I’ve only alluded to it to two other people. My best friend, Jung Hoseok, and Jungkook here.” She looked up, unsure of how to feel.

“Ah.”

That soon-to-be-usual mischievous smile greeted her in return.

“Thanks for telling me.”

Yoonji frowned slightly. “Well… I kind of have to so you get that I…” She trailed off.

The other woman said what she could not. “Want to see me naked?”

She felt her eye twitch. “I might be reconsidering.”

“I mean, I’ll show you if that’s all you need to figure out where you are on the spectrum.”

This–! Her open palm smacked the couch, almost forgetting Jungkook was there as she bristled at such a keen suggestion. “Hey. Don’t look down on me. I don’t need any confirmation. I’ve already had enough sex dreams about you and Jungkook.”

Ten full seconds passed.

That was about enough time for Yoonji to realize that she must be drunk. Or in a dummy. Or both. Actually, she would have preferred to be drunk and dumb instead of the alternative, which was spewing truths simply because she had been provoked. It wasn’t like her to get worked up like this. She didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, and certainly not the validity of truths she had been diligently – until now – cramming away into the denial box shoved into the back of her mind. She was highly aware of Jungkook and his girlfriend staring at her with a mixture of shock and amusement, respectively.

She snapped her head to him and raised her hand.

“This is your fault.”

Her wrist was caught out of the air.

“Don’t hit our man.”

Yoonji froze.

She looked at her. Wild hair, full lips, dressed in shades of darkness. Scorched eyes that saw right through her. Every defense she had, torn down from day one, and yet Yoonji hadn’t known it then. She hadn’t known the trouble that had walked into her life that day in the park. She hadn’t known how that day in the bowling alley and a moment in the arcade would lead to this. She hadn’t known a reckless smirk would lead her to do reckless things, and, even more recklessly, make her want to do more.

Or maybe she had known, and just didn’t want to admit it.

“You’re not serious,” she breathed out to that shadowed gaze.

A tilt of the head. “Well, I’ll admit he does like a bit of a spank. But not like that.”

Even that obtuse comment didn’t deter the sudden welling of tears brimming under the surface.

“He… He’s yours.” Yoonji tried to breathe. It was difficult. “I can’t.”

That flame-tipped manicure let go of her wrist.

Those dark predator eyes revealed nothing while implying the impossible.

“Jungkook is definitely mine. The latter remains to be seen.”

It happened in slow motion.

The whisper had barely ended and that body moved like liquid darkness.

The grip on her wrist gone, tracing the air from Yoonji to a frozen Jungkook who could only gawk, open-mouthed, wide-eyed, as those graceful fingers descended onto his thigh. He tensed up when she made contact, and now Yoonji took a partial breath, inhaling perfume that made her head spin with memories. Alluringly sweet with a kick of caffeine and warmth, the fragrance wafting off of her like smoke, and that seductress kept her eyes on those big brown ones that could only witness her advance, sliding between his legs, tipping her face towards his, their dark lashes lowering in unison as he leaned in.

Yoonji watched them kiss.

For a picturesque second, it was demure.

Then the grip on Jungkook’s thigh tightened. His right hand lifted to sweep back wayward strands, their heads tilting, the kiss deepening, and flame-tipped fingers shot out, gripping the front of his hoodie and dragging him closer, earning a whimper of desperation and a low moan vibrating deep in his chest.

Those burning eyes opened and slid to Yoonji.

She couldn’t move.

What could she think? What to think? What to do in this situation she had dreamed far too many times and still she wasn’t prepared for? She didn’t know. Jungkook’s left hand pushed down the shoulders of the bomber jacket, exposing beautiful shoulders adorned with thin silk straps, and Yoonji watched with perverse fascination as his fingertips glided down the dark red silk, his moan tainting the air as teeth nicked at his lower lip.

A hot chill crawled up her back at the sight.

The kiss broke. Jungkook shuddered, his eyes closed, his forehead against her temple, breathing in her hair. Yoonji couldn’t stop staring at her face. Those eyes were melting her insides. The juxtaposition of Jungkook’s angular lines and those softer but no less dangerous curves etched into memory. Her full pink lips mouthed her name. The sound came after, barely registering. His lips pressed to that cheek, surrendering to her power.

She wanted to do that too.

“What was that you said?”

The other woman bent towards her and licked the air.

“You can’t?” that husky voice echoed with a teasing smile.

Before she could waver, Yoonji gripped Jungkook’s thigh and pulled herself forward, pressing her lips to that teasing smile. She was surprised by how solid he felt under her hand, but even more surprised as the smile under her morphed into sensual tenderness, catching her off guard. She had kissed a woman before, but only in jest and after many drinks. Mediocre because it was meaningless. She hadn’t thought it too different from kissing a man, or anyone else for that matter. But this. This made her whole body freeze up and burn hot, highly aware of every sensation all at once. The sound of a faint inhale. The scent of wicked perfume settling into her nose. The sight of lashes and dark hair curling around her periphery. The feel, so pillowy it was dreamlike, not much pressure but just the right amount of thereness. The taste of a another, so faint it was almost undetectable and yet so desired that she could feel her pulse race.

It didn’t feel wrong.

That scared her.

Those lips, that poisoned holy grail, pulled away.

Yoonji opened her eyes slowly, realizing at some point she must have closed them.

Jungkook’s darling smiled at her.

“Kinda gay.”

She narrowed her eyes at the comment.

“I hate you.”

The grin widened.

“Makes for good sex.”

But then she held up a hand.

“I’m calling a time-out, though. I need to talk to loverboy here.”

And so she pulled Jungkook aside as Yoonji remained on the sofa, her lips tingling.

“Look at me. No, my face.”

“Huh?”

She tried not to listen out of respect for both of them. He was kneading the other woman’s breasts with glazed-over eyes throughout the entire hushed conversation. Still, Yoonji knew why the woman had asked for a time-out. It was necessary so as to not take advantage of his impulsiveness. Reality was reality. Before her, there was Jeon Jungkook. It seemed that she was trying to get through to him and, from the looks of it, she was, just barely. Yoonji watched Jungkook be shaken a little. Still, she waited patiently. After all, she had to decide too.

Not that she needed too much time.

She had kissed her fair share of people. This time was different. Was it selfish? Of course. Did Yoonji want what Jungkook had? She was no fool. From one single kiss, she could tell that he had chosen someone who treated sex not only as a physical act of pleasure, but truly as an act of respect and integrity. So, yes, she wanted that. She wondered if he had any clue about how lucky he was. He must. He has never risked so much for someone else before. Not even me. That was her fault. If anything, perhaps it would be best to back out now. But that would be a stupid thing to do with how fucking horny she was getting.

“I’ll follow you no matter what.”

“Jungkook.”

“No. Really.” He shook his head in a flurry of black. “I am yours. I’m done jerking your chain. Whatever you wanna do… Besides… It’s not just anyone. It’s Yoonji-noona.”

Two sets of eyes flickered towards her. In instant and panicked response, Yoonji began to inspect her coffee table as if it was the most mesmerizing art piece known to man. Her cheeks flushed hotly.

“Do you know what you’re saying?”

“That I wanna walk through fire with you? I do. I will. Take me, please.”

Goddamn, Jungkook was such smooth talker without even trying.

A gentle sigh. “You might get hurt. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, but you do.”

“I don’t. I wish.”

“Trust that I trust you.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.”

Still, that answer seemed satisfactory enough. Yoonji nearly jumped as silk and lace settled down in front of her. She was vaguely aware of the scraping sound of Jungkook picking up the dining chair to put back to its place, but she was too transfixed by the exposed shoulder of walking sex.

“We need to establish some ground rules.”

“Ah… what?” She cleared her throat, forcing herself to look into scorched eyes. “Rules?”

A brief nod. “If you actually want to follow through, that is.”

She paused. Then she straightened up, frowning slightly. “You still don’t believe my intentions?”

There was a telling silence. She wondered what the other woman was thinking. One arm on the sofa, the other extended, the flouncy ruffle of the bomber jacket lowered to her elbow, her hand on the crossed-over knee of delectable legs, dark red silk skimming over the soft curve of her breasts. Yoonji didn’t let her gaze linger though. They held eye contact for a moment longer.

“Moving forward will change your life in more ways than one,” that husky voice promised.

Yoonji answered the inquiry with question. “What about you?”

A half-smile. “Me? Don’t worry about me. I thrive off this.”

She considered that.

“Why?”

Sparks in the embers of that gaze.

“Because I am not gonna die boring.”

It was said with such conviction that it was hard to argue against. Yoonji stared into those eyes, trying to find the lie behind those smoked windows. And yet, she realized she was only doing so because she thought she had to. She already knew what she wanted. It was already being offered. Be reckless. Yoonji felt herself smile.

“Tell me the rules.”

Her smile was returned with a wink.

“We try what we want to try. One time. After that we can go from there.” A pause. Yoonji nodded. “We stop whenever it becomes uncomfortable or not fun anymore. I’m not interested in this becoming a source of resentment or regret.”

“Do you mean you?”

A light shake of the head. “No, Yoonji,” she said, causing shivers to erupt within. “Sorry, I don’t feel like being formal.” Another nod, terse. She found had to force herself not to watch those plush lips moving and keep her sight upwards. “I can exit this equation any time. It is not me who has a deep friendship extending to an entire group. Sex is just sex. Until it’s not.”

She opened her mouth to say it wasn’t that serious, but couldn’t. Wouldn’t. The other woman knew. There was profound understanding in that expression. Yoonji exhaled. She could feel her heart beat fast and the want tingle in her fingers. However.

“Please don’t leave him because of me.”

She took in a shaky breath.

“No matter how I feel,” Yoonji said, and meant it. “I know it is unfair for me to say this, but I would rather be sad and lonely than know that I was the one to ruin something worthy.”

She raised her head. It was hard to tell what was going on in the darkness of those eyes, and yet Yoonji could sense a plethora of complex thought behind them. The word worthy had revealed more than intended. She could tell the other woman was shifting though responses and knowing that gave her a delicate sadness. She could relate. She could understand why Jungkook admired her so much.

And just like that, the mischievous spark returned.

“I won’t.”

Yoonji felt relieved.

“So, let us discuss the distribution of attention.”

At this, Yoonji didn’t hesitate. “I would prefer to focus on you. And for you to lead.”

She started as she noticed Jungkook was leaning against the armrest of the couch, right behind the other woman, one hand playing with her hair and patiently waiting. He perked when he heard attention, turning to listen in. He didn’t seem to have any reaction to Yoonji’s proposition other than interest. No anger or disappointment. Maybe that was one of the things they talked about. Or maybe he was staring down the top of the slip dress. Yoonji felt annoyed that he was the only one getting the show.

Raised eyebrows. “Why?”

She felt her face heat again. “Well, I don’t want to feel like I’m under the spotlight. And… It just makes sense. You are the experienced one.”

Mild surprise. “You’re not?”

Her eyes shifted away. “I’ve had sex. It… It was a means to an end. There was no elegance in it,” she muttered. She didn’t include that she had had only heterosexual sex. It didn’t matter though, because it was very fucking obvious.

“Well, shit. Way to put on the expectations.”

Yoonji raised her gaze, seeing a wicked smirk.

“I better get to work, eh?”

-

The three of them stood in the bedroom.

This part was awkward. Mostly for Yoonji, and she rented this apartment. She almost suggested the living room instead. Then again, the comfort of a bed seemed necessary. At least, Yoonji wanted the bed. Thankfully she wasn’t ashamed of her room. In fact, she was quite proud of her decor, including her vinyl collection and her guitars on display. Jungkook had been in here before, more to be annoying than for any other reason, however it suddenly became clear to her that he was about to… see things.

Yeah.

He seemed on edge himself, big eyes still big, biting his lower lip, keeping close to them rather than his natural tendency to poke around. She saw his hand graze against the other woman’s lower back for comfort. It now occurred to Yoonji that she had once used to be that source of physical grounding for him, although it had been more in the respectful hand-on-shoulder realm. Even head-on-shoulder. But, no more, clearly.

Jungkook turned around, noticing that she had stopped in the doorway.

“Yoonji-noona?”

She raised her eyes, painfully slow, and made eye contact. Looked away.

“What?”

His voice faltered. “Uh…”

His partner stopped too, turning as well. Yoonji shook her head, crossing the line into her bedroom and trying to slide past them in a hurry. Her bed was still unmade from getting up this morning. Bad manners. The dark grey sheets and duvet were askew, the left side flipped open.

A hand grabbed her arm and spun her around.

Yoonji nearly tripped but was yanked up against another body.

Not a hard, muscular one. A softer, slimmer one. She sucked in a breath. Scorched eyes looked down at her, pinning Yoonji’s arm behind her back and holding her to her. A breathless freeze-frame.

That hot gaze burned right through.

“Do you not want him here?” she asked Yoonji.

Her eyes flickered to a withdrawn Jungkook and then back. “It… It’s fine,” she heard herself saying.

“That isn’t what I asked.”

Yoonji clenched her jaw and felt her temper flare. “I…” Her head flicked, spitting it out with rougher Daegu intonation seeping into her speech. “Tch. It dawned on me that I coulda been in your position right now. Tough girl in charge and shit. That’s fuckin’ all.”

The other woman’s head tilted. It was a brief but tense stare down. She smiled.

It was predatory.

“So, why isn’t it?” she purred.

Her previous anger deflated. Yoonji frowned, not yet relenting. She looked away, saying, “Don’t mistake me. I helped raise Jungkook into the person he is today. He doesn’t intimidate me,” not quite believing what was coming out her mouth.

An eyebrow raised in reply.

“Okay. I only need him for myself, then.”

Then Yoonji stiffened, realizing the free arm of her captor was rising, slipping out of the bomber jacket, and then she was staring at a graceful hand fanning out. Arm rising, reaching back, an action brimming with sexual power that was unapologetically feminine, and then Jungkook’s lover grabbed him by the hair and dragged his head to her shoulder. His mouth opened in shock and he stumbled forward, pressing his chest against that back, gasping as he was forced to turn his face to her ear, and, with a practiced movement, latched his teeth to that neck right in front of Yoonji’s face.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She watched. Tongue, lips, teeth. Claiming, patterning bites up previously perfect skin, marring it with lust, kissing up her neck and to the ear, his pink tongue sliding out and circling the curve. His eyes closed in blissful service. The sound of his low moan caressed her ears, so wrong but so right, and Yoonji stiffened as she sensed his hands moving, slipping between their bodies, moving upwards, cupping the other woman’s breasts and squeezing them, hard, and it was unbelievable, insane, hot as fuck as she realized the other woman wasn’t wearing a bra since she could clearly see prominent, hard nipples straining against the slinky fabric pulled taut by Jungkook’s large, strong hands.

Right there.

A hair’s breath away.

She jerked her head up, alarmed, meeting the lowered gaze darkened with sin.

One of Jungkook’s eyes was barely visible, shifting, searching for Yoonji’s reaction to his obscenity.

“Let me ask again.”

She looked so fucking smug that it was annoying. Yoonji didn’t even care.

“Do you want Jungkook here?”

She tried to lie and her mind didn’t keep up.

“Y… Yeah…”

The hand behind her let go.

She beckoned Yoonji to her with two fingers.

As if spellbound, she stepped forward and tipped her face upwards, rising, feeling Jungkook’s knuckles even through her sweater, and pressed her lips to another woman’s.

Everything she was taught told her it was wrong. All of such nonsense burned in that instant, set aflame by that kiss, soft and hot and intense. A pesky little inner voice scolded her to stop but then another’s hand pressed into her hair to deepen the kiss further, and then there was no stop, there was only go, go, her head spinning, realizing that inner fear was there because she knew she couldn’t stop once she started.

Didn’t want to.

Her breathing hitched as tongue touched tongue.

It happened with such precision, such leisure that it almost didn’t register. Dreamlike, surreal, hypnotizing as her tongue skimmed against Yoonji’s, stealing her breath with each slow thrust, building a frenzy in herself that Yoonji couldn’t even recognize, her skin tingling all over, her head tilted and held in place.

Somehow her hands were gripping those lush hips.

She gasped, realizing Jungkook’s hands were adjusting. Her sweater did not hide the movement of his fingers pushing down the low neckline of the slip dress, exposing naked breasts against her still-clothed chest, and Yoonji was shocked to feel another woman’s hard nipples against her. Barely, through the layers, but still. Her heart raced as she pressed chest to chest, aching to feel more. Her eyes opened, vision hazy through lashes, and then she realized the soft mewl was coming from her own throat, begging.

Wanting.

A chaste kiss skimmed the side of her lips.

“What is it?” she murmured.

Yoonji bit her lip and glanced down.

Jungkook had shoved his hands under those perky breasts and pressed the other woman’s nipples to the top curve of her chest. She gasped at such profound, shameless, absurd sexuality, damp heat pooling between her legs, looking back up to lust incarnate.

“You could get anyone,” Yoonji whispered, convinced it was true.

Those full lips were darker, flushed from kisses.

“But not anyone can withstand me,” was the purred answer.

Insane.

This was an insane situation.

Yoonji breathed out her name and those scorched eyes burned with delight.

Her head was pushed down to those naked breasts. And, like a pleased puppet, Yoonji let it happen, closing in, tasting sweet skin, oh my god, and it was incomparable. It wasn’t a means to an end. It was a display. It was an action for its sake and its sake alone, a charged instinct, skin-to-lips, Yoonji kissing down her neck, her collarbones, relishing in her efforts being rewarded by a wispy, content sigh, and she placed the flat of her tongue in between those breasts and licked up, leaving a wet trail of possessive saliva.

Their eyes locked.

That devious smirk could bring a nation to its knees.

She caught Jungkook’s curious peek. Watching her. Watching them. She lowered again, kissing down, feeling the softness lifting, and Yoonji circled her tongue around one hard nipple before covering it with her mouth. She did it just as she would have liked it, with a slow close of her lips, rubbing the tip with her tongue, electrified by the taste, the feeling, the firm softness, sucking on her nipples as Jungkook held up her breasts, his index finger against Yoonji’s chin. She reached up with her other hand, delicate, experimental, pressing the pad of her fingertip against the other hard nub and rubbing. Gently at first, but then wanting more friction, needing it, her own nipples trapped in her bra aching for that pressure.

She pinched.

The woman’s head tipped back and she heard a throaty moan. Yoonji watched as Jungkook kissed her mouth, tongue to tongue, tangling. Carnal and pornographic and violently arousing. She teased her nipples as Jungkook kissed her, switching sides, nicking with her teeth, craving each moan and sigh that she could create, striving for the fingers in her hair to tighten, encouraged by it, the heady taste and delectable smell draining blood from her mind and going down, down, the throb between her legs becoming uncomfortable. Undeniable.

Scorching.

Standing, removing her mouth even though she didn’t want to, reaching out and taking the other woman’s hand. Yoonji pulled her touch to her, breathing ragged, pressing that palm into her jeans, cupping another’s hand around her covered mound and pushing it up, closing her eyes as she felt the hardness of the seam grind against her soaked slit. Shuddering. Opening her eyes in a daze, witnessing the break of the kiss. The calm redirect of focus drenched her further.

She let her do it.

Wanted her to touch her.

Yoonji stared into the other woman’s eyes and rocked her hips into the hand she had trapped between her legs, panting as she saw Jungkook’s hands, one tattooed, one not, cover those exposed breasts. His fingers separated, flicking those hard nipples, pinching, tugging on them, and Yoonji wanted to ask if it could be her but also she didn’t want to stop thrusting her hips into the seam of her jeans, so disturbingly close from the sight alone and yet.

Yet.

She let the hand go.

Her body felt like it was on fire.

Her desire observed her carefully.

Yoonji swallowed hard.

“You don’t have to take anything off,” those kissed lips softly reminded. “Not unless you want to.”

Her cheeks were burning.

“I’m…” Her hands lingered by the front of her jeans. “I’m afraid you won’t think I’m womanly enough. I’m not… I don’t look like you.”

A faint smile.

“I will like anything I get to see, Yoonji.” She inclined her head. “Or touch. Let me.”

Her fingers balanced on the metal button of her jeans as she drew closer. She couldn’t look at Jungkook right now. Strangely enough, she wasn’t that worried about him. Maybe it was due to their previous rapport. But, her, the one he chose, the intense being that radiated sexual prowess, all sublime lines and half-exposed with the delicate straps of her dark red silk dress fallen down her slender arms.

Her.

She lightly kissed Yoonji on the lips.

Divine.

She placed a hand on the waist of her jeans and held it upright as Yoonji unbuttoned. Unzipped. Bit her lip, not looking down, but instead lifting it slightly away from her body. Those lashes lowered. Yoonji watched her face. Gasped as she felt a slim hand glide inside. Warm. Gentle. Those burning orbs flicked up, paying attention to her reaction. Light fingernails scratched against the thin fabric of her panties. She held her breath. They traced the hem. Lower. Nails digging into her thighs, lightly at first, and then harder as Yoonji whimpered, her eyelids fluttering at the sensual pain. Closer.

She implored, staring into the fire.

“Please.”

Fingertips pressed solidly into her damp heat.

Yoonji moaned, shivering.

Her body prickled all over. She could feel it, the pressure, back and forth and slightly shoving her panties into her pussy, molding wet fabric to her inner lips. A fingertip grazed upward. She gasped, drenching herself further, going rigid lest she pass out from the mounting pleasure.

The other woman circled her engorged clit, intrigued by Yoonji’s reactions.

She said nothing.

Nothing crass. Nothing scalding. Nothing to break this haunting reverie. Yoonji almost wanted her to, please, anything, but she was suspended into slick friction, the blood in her veins simmering with the cusp of wanton ecstasy. Slow strokes gradually built up to more, more intensity. Yoonji knew that she couldn’t get herself off this way, perhaps due her own recoil of heightened sensitivity or the mental block during masturbation, but being at the mercy of another was completely different, stuck, forced to chase the high as it was given, closer. Unlike her previous partners, she did not speed up or become impatient. The deliberate pace was constant, focusing only on her throbbing clit, like she could do this to her all day.

Through her haze, Yoonji realized Jungkook was watching too, grinding his hips into the other woman’s ass, his heavy exhale indicating that he, too, was getting off.

Fuck.

That made her feel powerful and, in turn, even more horny.

And so Yoonji bit her lip and leaned her head back, closing her eyes, feeling the tightness in her chest, the tension in her legs, closer, her orgasm nearing, hovering, and then her brazen moan rose, tainted by another woman’s name.

The hot pleasure melted into her, the wave colliding with such ferocity that her legs clamped tight, an uncontrolled flinch pulsing through her torso. Her eyes rolled back as her swollen clit pulsed, her panties buried inward, her juices leaking out and dripping down the insides of her thighs. The movement ceased but the pressure remained. Each throb against the solidness of her hand sent another jolting surge of blinding pleasure. Air was a luxury. She gasped, reeling, lowering her chin.

Her trembling fingers tugged at the waist of her underwear.

“P-Please…” Her voice was raspy with want. “Touch me.”

Those shadowed eyes narrowed.

“Put your fingers inside me,” Yoonji begged again.

Her other hand raised, reminding Yoonji of her almond-shaped nails. She didn’t care, taking the hand cupping her and pulling it inside, further, skin-to-skin, oh god, and two fingers slid inside her, fuck, throwing her head back and moaning, not from the fullness but from triumph. The smirk was back again yet Yoonji didn’t even care, whining as she felt wet fingers retreat, massaging her quivering slit, then slide back in, listening to a satisfied hum as she did her best to clench around them.

“From here.”

She looked back. Flame-tipped fingers tapped her lower belly.

“Imagine pulling yourself together right here.”

Yoonji frowned but did was she was told. Ah.

“Mhm. Like that.”

She clenched, shuddering as those expert fingers continued to slowly sink in and out, tracing her soaked pussy, her sensitive clit, brushing her thumb knuckle against those nerves and making Yoonji hiss. The other woman smiled, coaxing her again to a blissful climax. Not as forceful this time. A half-orgasm, sort of, and yet it was an eye watering pleasure that she didn’t deny. 

The hand backed off.

Yoonji let out a contained exhale, her chest tight and her heart racing.

Elegant fingers, glistening, covered in her cum came into vision. She held her breath as the other woman brought them to her lush lips. Opened her mouth. Pink and hot and wet, her flexible tongue snaked out, placing two fingers onto the slick surface and circling.

Licking Yoonji’s orgasm off her fingers.

Her pussy throbbed at the lewd image.

“W… What does it taste like?”

That smile sent lustful anticipation down her spine.

“Sweet.”

She smirked around her fingers.

Then she pulled them out and held them above her shoulder.

Yoonji watched as Jungkook paused, his dark eyes flickering to hers. Her pants shallowed. She ticked her chin towards the raised hand. A somewhat familiar sly smirk graced his lips. The small mole underneath them peeked out in naughty glee. The two silver rings at the edge raised in salute.

Jungkook leaned forward and sucked on those fingers drenched with Yoonji’s cum and his lover’s saliva, cleaning it off while gazing at them through lashes.

He groaned, and it seemed that he was still rubbing his erection into the other woman’s ass. In fact, the dress was hiked up, exposing a little sliver of a black panty. His left hand enveloped the slim wrist as his tongue traveled down her palm, back up, through her fingers, around them. Yoonji had the distinct impression that he was showing off. To her, specifically.

He cocked an eyebrow.

This brat.

But two could play at this game.

“I want to watch you fuck him.”

It was with great amusement that Yoonji saw Jungkook seize up from her words. Yeah, fuck you. Actually. His human candy seemed unfazed though. Rather, she seemed on the border of laughter. She pulled her hand down, trailing it over her chest while casually agreeing, “Sure.”

Not even an iota of embarrassment.

Jungkook, though, was stuttering. “U-Uh… but…”

Their eye contact broke as the other woman turned her head to him. A flame-tipped hand settled over his wrapped around her waist, caressing his knuckles. Yoonji found it to be a more intimate gesture than seeing the naked body, transfixed by their interaction.

“You don’t wanna fuck me?”

“O-Of course I do! You can feel my hard dick, can’t you?” His ears turned scarlet when he realized what it was blurting out. “Um.”

His gaze was moving down. His reluctance was distracted by naked tits. Yoonji tried not to snort. You’re so easy. But then she stopped upon seeing their fingers interlock. Sucked in a breath as she saw their bodies fit together, curves and contours, and she watched the other woman’s hips sway, mesmerized, faces close, sharing breath, and Yoonji felt the same as Jungkook, melting into the fire of desire.

“O-Okay, I g-get it, noona, ah…”

Yoonji spotted a teasing wink shot her way.

You bitch.

But her cheeks flushed anyway, her returning smirk uncontainable.

-

If there had been a list of things Min Yoonji hadn’t expected to happen twenty-four hours before, number one on the list would have been sitting in her desk chair watching Jeon Jungkook and his girlfriend prepare to fuck on her own bed. If she had a genuine list for what she really wanted to happen in her life, truthfully, number one would probably be watching Jeon Jungkook and his girlfriend fuck on her bed. Funny how the universe wasn’t against this depravity. Maybe the gods had thought it was arbitrary enough twist of fate to keep in as some kind of horny joke.

Not that Yoonji was complaining.

Jungkook was, though.

“Uh, w… what am I supposed to d-do…?”

“Be pretty.”

His handsome face contorted to an annoyed pout. “Noona…”

Yoonji didn’t say anything. She stayed in her rolling desk chair, facing the bed, sitting with her legs open because her panties were a sopping mess. Still wore her open jeans and sweater however. She couldn’t bear to take her clothes off yet. It was definitely fuckin’ irrational, yup, to feel like a pale untouched creature next to Jungkook’s lady. But it was the truth. Yoonji watched the other woman shed her jacket with casual ease, reaching back and pulling the dark red slip over her head, giving a great view of perky breasts and shapely ass. Even the force of shaking her head out and tossing the dress to the floor held an air of practice.

Arrogance, too.

Stupid hot, honestly.

But she didn’t hate it. Yoonji had never liked the strict divisions that had been imposed onto her upbringing. She had always thought the lines between male and female were a lot more blurred than society was willing to admit. She liked the idea of traits melding together into a layered enigma. Right here, too. She stilled, realizing. Yes, right here too. Someone, who was so clearly woman in every sense of the world, circling Jungkook, who was so clearly man in every sense of the word. The roles reversed despite appeared vulnerability and personal presentation. A paradox right before Yoonji’s eyes. During her personal revelation, Jungkook sat at the side of the bed, still fully clothed, probably wondering what the fuck was going on.

“Noona, um–”

Feminine hands crossed and yanked the hem of Jungkook’s hoodie upwards, exposing his tan, toned torso in a flash.

“Wah!”

Yoonji sucked in a breath.

Had Jungkook been shirtless around her before? Of course. Not intentionally – or at least not that Yoonji let herself notice – but the group had gone to the beach and stayed in a vacation home before. He also had an obsession with working out. More than once Yoonji had walked in on Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook working out in various states of toplessness. She had not let herself care a single time in the name of respect. Did she always say Jungkook looked good as a man? Yeah. But she was not going to objectify a friend without provocation.

This was provocation, though.

He gasped, tossing his head back, and Yoonji appreciated her fly-on-the-wall status at this moment. He was just so… him. She remembered when people outside their friend group told Jungkook not to ruin himself with inked flaws, not to make himself ugly with facial piercings, and she also remembered telling him all that was bullshit. He made his body what he wanted it to be. His right arm was heavily tattooed, even his elbow and hand, and she could see it all since he had raised his hand to pull those heavenly lips to his, his torso twisting, his chest rippling. He wore a few wooden bead bracelets on his left wrist and a thin gold chain on his neck. He had really built up his shoulders recently. And he had those big dreamy eyes that gave him the look of eager-to-please.

She did appreciate that he had grown up well, becoming confident enough to fit the daring lifestyle he had previously been afraid to chase.

Yes, Yoonji had always felt Jungkook was just her type.

Fuck, how sickening.

Somehow her hand had drifted to her thigh. Her fingers were oddly clenching her jeans, her knuckles pressing down, trying to ground herself despite her shallow breath. She couldn’t believe this guy had the insane luck to bag the hottest woman Yoonji had ever seen. She was fine to admit that, because, well, it was easier to admit when she wasn’t constantly interacting with her. She watched one of those graceful hands slide down Jungkook’s abdomen, those pointed nails creeping forward, finally reaching to knead his hardness through his pants. This wasn’t a surprise either. Although Jungkook had dated nice girls before, it was pretty damn obvious that what he really wanted to do was date the dangerous ones. He simply didn’t, for whatever reason. The nice ones never worked out. How he got to where he was now was a mystery. Then again, the two hadn’t been dating in the normal sense of the word.

So, perhaps both of them had been seduced in the same way by the same trickster.

He said her name, desperate and demanding, and Yoonji wondered if he would ever say her name like that. She saw the hand around his neck, the force tugging his head back, and the other woman leaned down, her hair swept to one side, circling his lips with her tongue.

Spitting into his mouth.

Jungkook moaned, reaching back to grip her soft thigh.

A surge of want throbbed in Yoonji’s core.

The woman raised her head and licked her free hand while lightly choking him with the other. His chest flinched, back arching, and his other hand slid between his spread legs, stretching the fabric taut and molding around his erection.

Woah.

“Noona, p-please…”

She had never known his size. Sure, Yoonji had seen probably a hint in her lifetime. It was pretty impossible to never have a hard-on, ever, especially in a group of twenty-somethings sprouting inappropriate sexual nonsense now and then. Jungkook, however, usually wore baggy clothes. It was never obvious. Well, Yoonji wasn’t a fool either, he was most likely…

“Take him out.”

Possessed, because why else would he unzip himself that quickly and pull out his hard cock without hesitation? It was hard to know where to look, at his face tipped to the ceiling as flushed lips kissed hickeys all over his neck, or down at, holy hell. She shouldn’t. Damn. His agile fingers hooked around his balls and the thick girth bobbed in the air, dark with arousal, tip glassy with pre-cum, fuck, he had a pretty dick. Pretty everything. Nah, Yoonji had to be lust-drunk. Or something.

Her fingers dug into her jeans as long nimble fingers wrapped around Jungkook’s twitching length. Heat pooled to her center. Tongue against his skin, up his throat. Yoonji didn’t know if she wanted to be in his position or on him. Those burning eyes observed her while the other woman stroked his cock between his open legs. Her other hand was cradling his throat. His low groan filled the air, his head falling back, roughly tugging at his balls for more simulation.

“Y… You’re turning m-me into a m-masochist, noona…”

The sadist in the equation kept her gaze on Yoonji even though she was speaking to Jungkook. The corner of her beautiful lips curved upward.

“You were always a slut.”

Yoonji badly wanted to touch herself but she did not. Maybe she was a masochist too. She held eye contact and let her pussy gush out another spasm of wetness.

“N-No, I’m not…” His deep whine was interrupted by being forced to hold his own cock with another’s hand around his, gripping him to further hardness. His hips jerked, his inhale cut short, and then their joined hands moved in unison again.

She was edging him.

“Really?”

A sultry, challenging taunt. The hand on his neck moved up. Up. Fingernails tracing his lips, his mouth opening. Two fingers slid in. Wet. Noisy. Messy. Flashes of pink tongue as Jungkook thrust into his hand, harsh and rough and fast, the swollen head of his cock turning purple-red, shiny with pre-cum.

She wanted to lick it.

Yes, Yoonji wanted to lick it and shove Jungkook’s cock in her mouth.

I must have lost my mind.

Then Jungkook let out a muffled wail as his hips locked, his wrist stopped by a tight grip, his unspent cock twitching, snapping upward in the air. She sucked in a breath. Staring at it. Thinking about what it felt like. Wondering how it would feel being stretched out by him.

“Could you grab the condom in my jacket, Yoonji?”

She froze, suddenly remembering she was there. Her right hand was grasping a fistful of her jeans so hard that her knuckles were white. Her other hand was between her legs, molding her panties to her pulsing clit and circling it at the same pace she was witnessing. Her gasp caught in her throat.

Hadn’t even realized how close she was.

That self-satisfied minx simply smiled.

Yoonji moved her hands before Jungkook could gather two brain cells to realize what was happening. Without a word, she knelt and picked up the bomber jacket, feeling around the inner pockets. Wallet. Phone. Right front pocket. Keys. Left front pocket.

Two condoms.

Animals.

She didn’t watch Jungkook undress the rest of the way even though Yoonji was sure it was happening. Instead, she held out the condoms when the other woman approached her. Wearing nothing but seamless black panties and a persistent smirk. She did not immediately reach down to take what was asked for. Her hands skimmed by her hips and hooked fingers along the top of her underwear, sliding then down her legs as she bent over.

Jungkook gasped probably at the same time Yoonji did.

Those dark eyes glittered with devilish joy.

“Thanks.”

She plucked the condoms out of Yoonji’s outstretched hand and stepped out of her panties.

The scent of her sex was potent, deep, and sweet. Different from herself, although Yoonji couldn’t quite describe why. Some of her juices stuck to the inside of her thighs in glossy smears. A lick away. I’m losing my mind. She was shaved. Glistening lips exposed, round ass bouncing as she walked, begging for hands to squeeze, and Yoonji stood up, staring, vaguely aware her jeans were sliding down. She could tell Jungkook snuck a glance at her, but then all of his attention was elsewhere, utterly distracted by lips that claimed him. She couldn’t blame him. Me too. Her entire body was violently hot.

Hands all over.

Skin-to-skin.

Legs wrapping around his thigh, grinding, leaving wetness behind on hard muscle.

Cool air washed over her burning skin when Yoonji shoved her jeans down as she watched another woman slide down her sheets, lifting her legs as Jungkook rolled the condom down his hard cock. His hands gripped those delicious hips and dragged her to him, pressing against her and pushing in.

“Ah, fuuuck…!”

Soft thighs flush to his narrow waist. He fell forward, panting, looking down at her, the thoughts in Yoonji’s mind racing, that could be me, snapping his hips into hers with a loud smack, she’s so fucking beautiful, and manicured hands caressed his arms, teasing her nails against his taut muscles.

“Fuck me,” his lover breathed to his open mouth.

It was as if they forgot they were being watched.

Or they knew, and liked it.

Whatever the case, Yoonji was content with being the witness. He thrust with power, back and hips as one. Hard, steady, loud slaps of connected bodies. She moved against him with art, her back arched, hard nipples pointed upward, soft breasts bouncing firmly with each snap, her ass lifting off the bed to meet him. Her nails dug into his forearms, anchoring themselves to each other, their moans colliding into the silence of the air, saturating it with insatiable, carnal desire. It was obscene. It was pornographic. It was hunger, greed, and so very intense that it was hard to focus.

Her fingertips tingled.

Yoonji’s hands moved in a daze.

Over her thighs.

Under her sweater.

It was simply too fucking hot.

She couldn’t breathe and yet felt too alive all at once. Nerves singing, gasping at the sensitivity of her skin, pushing fabric out of the way. She saw Jungkook’s hand get pulled off the bed, lifted and pressing between those breasts, mirroring Yoonji as she touched herself under the grey-and-black stripped knit, his fingers sinking into those pliable curves, running his touch over those hard nipples that flicked back into place when he backed away.

“You’re so… so sexy…”

He might have said more than that, but Yoonji had no idea. Sanity was in short supply. Her whole body trembled in pleasure. Somehow her bra up was to her collarbones, her fingers running over her own nipples, her breasts, exploring the lines on her own, her other hand dipping to her dripping pussy, her underwear slipping down her legs. The scent of sex so strong she could almost taste it, seeping into her throat, her veins, her nerves, commanding her hands, more, irresistible and unbearable.

It hadn’t even occurred to Yoonji that the angle of the couple was tilted towards her. She had a clear image of Jungkook’s shoulders, chest, cock sliding in and out, and a substantial view of the woman beneath him. Her wild hair hung over the bed. By force and lust, her head was veering off the side. Her left hand was interlocked with his right, the elbow digging into the mattress. His hips snapped forward, deep, but slower, his free hand all over her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples as he thrusted.

Suddenly, those scorching eyes were on Yoonji.

The other woman viewed her upside down, grinning. Like some kind of deranged succubus entangling an innocent victim, and Yoonji froze, caught.

A deft, pink tongue slid out, wetting those pillowy lips before extending out invitingly.

She couldn’t be serious.

And yet, somehow possessed, Yoonji was stepping forward. Her legs shook, highly conscious of Jungkook being right there, so obviously right there fucking the owner of that tempting tongue. Rather than acting any amount of sane, Yoonji abandoned her panties and positioned her dripping pussy in front of another woman’s open mouth.

By minor miracle or surefire sin, she bent her neck even more to accommodate.

Yoonji lifted her knee to balance on the edge of the bed and stood on tiptoe, gasping as hot tongue touched with her soaked heat. It was instant bliss and inescapable overwhelm all at once, electricity from the contact creeping up her spine, her hips flinching as the flat wet muscle pressed and spread over her aching clit, over her slit, back up, sending a fresh wave of tingling over her thighs and ass.

Then she made the mistake of looking up.

Jungkook was staring at her, slack-jawed.

“S… Shut up,” Yoonji hissed, almost losing her balance as she felt lips press to her clit.

He hadn’t said anything but he didn’t defend himself. A mixture of emotions flashed through his eyes, paralyzed in the impossibility of now. Short-lived, because in the next second Yoonji nearly doubled over with a breathless moan. She wasn’t usually interested in oral sex; most men’s tongues were not only unpracticed but also lacked texture. Perhaps that was a strange observation. Still, a true one. They also lacked sucking power and precision. Right now, she was getting all of that along with the rubbing tip against her quivering bundle of nerves, insistent, brutal, invading her with devastating pleasure from the combination of sensations. Something similar must have happened to Jungkook because he too faltered, his hands flattening onto the mattress, his hot gasp washing over Yoonji’s cheek, the tendons in his neck suddenly standing out.

Then her hands grabbed Yoonji’s thigh and ass, binding her into place.

The short-lived moment of indecision was broken.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and Yoonji lost herself to that tongue, those lips, to nails digging into her skin, awed at the deliberate pressure. From her own lips, h-harder, believing she had only thought it, and she was wrong. The magic between her legs responded. The measured suffocation became more intense, the wet friction harder, stronger against her throbbing clit, hotter. Unbelievable control. Yoonji’s hands gripped the elbows against her hips. The desire layered, higher, heavier, her legs tense, her core tight, catching flashes of Jungkook’s hips ramming forward, feeling the movement of shoulder colliding with her thigh.

Somehow, the mouth below did not lose any suction or stability.

This is insane.

With the speed of a lit match to dry kindling, Yoonji hit her limit.

She whined, back going rigid, her orgasm gripping her insides and sending a frenzy of ecstasy throughout her veins, wildfire to blood, and she would have fallen over if it wasn’t for her locked muscles, enduring wave after wave, her resolve collapsing, her eyes rolling back in bliss.

At the same time, Jungkook moaned in her face and slammed his hips forward, freezing, the name of their deliverance tumbling from his mouth, smokey and raw. Yoonji felt his strong hand grab her upper arm, stilling himself and her, the flinches of each other radiating from one to the other.

Oh my god.

Panting. That skillful tongue continued to lazily thrust into her dripping, pulsing pussy. Her eyes opened, seeing Jungkook’s sweaty forehead. Strands of his black hair stuck to his temples.

I just let a girl eat me out while she was getting fucked by one of my best friends.

His eyes were unfocused, dark and intoxicated.

Yoonji saw her own shocked face reflected in them, noticing the suppleness of his pink lips and his dazed tongue lolling in the depths of his mouth.

She closed the distance and kissed him.

Jungkook’s eyes closed immediately, sighing, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her back deeply.

The only reason Yoonji broke it so fast was to back up, not wanting to hurt the woman under them. He seemed to come to as well, gasping, carefully lifting her by cradling the other woman’s head and shoulders. There was little need to worry. The devil of a woman was grinning, licking her lips, her nose and cheeks shiny from Yoonji’s juices.

She rose, pushing herself up with the heels of her palms and kissed Jungkook.

Immediately.

With cum all over her face.

Reached up and redirected his mouth by pulling on his hair. Not that he needed guidance. His tongue was instantly all over her, sliding over her skin, tasting, moaning. Cheeks, chin, neck, even kissing her nose.

“H… Holy fuck…”

She stood there, half-dressed, her heart racing as she watched Jungkook lick her cum off another woman’s face. Making out with her messily, desperately, consumed by passion.

They’re freaks.

In shock and arousal, Yoonji realized she wanted to be part of it.

Needed to be part of it.

-

ep 6. people. sugar, spice, and everything nice

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[effypcfcwrites]

The Owl House

(Originally posted on my personal Facebook dated April 25, 2023)

This is probably the first time I'll be posting a detailed review of a piece of media that I like, so witness me sing all of my praises for this animated series from the House of Mouse, because wow, I've never been so invested in a Disney show after rewatching Gravity Falls.

For those unfamiliar, The Owl House revolves around Luz Noceda, a teenage girl who stumbles upon a portal to an alternate world called The Boiling Isles, meets a witch named Eda Clawthorne, learns magic under her tutelage and eventually enrolls in Hexside, a magic school where she makes many friends and goes on multiple adventures.

I binged this whole show in a span of weeks and even stayed up all night on my day off to finish it up to Season 3, the first 2 Seasons being on Disney+ and the latter on Disney Channel's YouTube page.

Simply put, I love it so much! I love how it reminds me of Avatar: The Last Airbender, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, and, dare I say, Harry Potter, which it even poked fun at, at times. Well-deserved, considering J.K. Rowling’s transphobic views and HP’s underlying anti-Semitic undertones.

I loved the pop culture references to Thor: Ragnarok, Howl's Moving Castle, Metal Gear Solid, and even Hades, among many others! I thought those were very clever and funny, and just a treat for fellow nerds, geeks, and fans of fantasy stories, anime, and video games.

I love the LGBTQ+ representation all throughout the show, which was such a bold move considering Disney’s iffy stance on the subject. None of them were antagonized for it, and it was treated as something normalized in both the Human and Demon Realms. The show featured 2 gay dads, non-binary and aromantic-asexual characters, and one of the internet’s favorite sapphic/WLW couples Lumity, which is the ship consisting of canonically bisexual Luz and implied lesbian Amity Blight, whose rivals-to-friends-to-lovers relationship was just so wholesome, so natural, and very healthy, considering they're both teenagers. Suprisingly, there was very little melodrama, not once were they petty towards one another whenever either party did something wrong, and they never got tired of showing affection towards each other. I found myself shamelessly gushing over how cute, adorable, and supportive they were together, and tearing up a lot during key moments of their relationship, especially when they both found themselves in dire straits as the story progressed.

I love the writing and the character development of them all! None of them felt static, they all grew throughout the series, maturing, getting better, and healing from their own insecurities, trauma, and guilt. The humor and comedic timing was a nice touch, and I was really taken aback by how S2 ended on such a dark cliffhanger with all stakes raised to the roof, similar to A:TLA S2 and The Empire Strikes Back, as mentioned earlier. That season wasn’t afraid to have such a grim ending, with such a great payoff by the end of S3 which is worth celebrating.

I love the animation and art style, which blended colorful and whimsical with eerie and ominous in just the right amounts. As a sucker for animated movies and series such as Adventure Time, The Prince of Egypt, and Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, it was just such a delight watching it.

I love the overarching message of the show, which is to be truly yourself, to embrace your quirks, and never to limit yourself and your potential based on what the majority of society and the powers-that-be expect from you. All throughout, you’ll find the characters challenging pre-established norms and roles, and it’s just so satisfying seeing them all win.

11/10 top-tier show. Don’t @ me, it’s hard for me to find something I disliked about the series. It's definitely a must-watch, especially if you're sick and tired of all the bleak nihilism of modern adult animation, and you just want to baby your inner child and escape to a whimsical fantasy world with characters you can all relate to. Betting my bottom peso you'll all be hooked, like I was.

[robin-buckleys-burner-account]

kiss me

pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader | word count: 2k | warnings: none, kissing (?)

summary: when you go to nancy’s to help her edit an article for the hawkins high paper, you find it hard to control the feelings you’ve been harboring for her.

author’s note: okay so i’m very excited bc this is my first queer fic!! that being said, i don’t have any experience with being in a queer relationship, so if there’s anything that i can do to make this a better representation of a queer/wlw relationship, please let me know!! also the idea and title for this fic comes from kiss me by sixpence none the richer so listen to that while reading this if you’d like!! also i apologize for the fact that this isn’t heavily edited or proofread. i plan to come back and edit any mistakes later

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“Hello?” your voice rang out as you entered the Wheeler home. You looked about, your eyes scanning the room, not seeing anyone in the house. Your gaze flitted down to your watch, making sure you had the right time. You were a few minutes early, you realized, and you hoped that you weren’t intruding. Maybe you should go wait in your car for a bit. You felt yourself pulling back, beginning to move towards your car, before you made a split-second decision and hesitantly let yourself into the house. Thankfully, you were greeted moments later as Nancy walked into the room.

“Oh, hi!” she said with an embarrassed chuckle, “I didn’t hear you come in.” Her cheeks were dusted with a pink flush, and her hair fell in damp curls around her face. “Sorry, I look a mess, by the way. I took a shower before you got here and sort of lost track of time, I guess. Hence the hair and the outfit,” she explained, running the tips of her fingers along her brown curls and gesturing to her clothes.

You grinned at her and shook your head. “No, it’s okay,” you assured her, “You look cute. It’s like I’m seeing a whole new Nancy.”

Your statement really was no exaggeration. Where Nancy was normally put together with her skirts and blouses arranged just so, she now looked relaxed, like she was in her natural state. She was clad in a faded pair of jeans, small rips and frayed threads visible along the seams from years of wear and tear. Along with this, a faded Hawkins High sweatshirt from your freshman year hung loosely on her frame. It was the least Nancy-like thing she’d ever worn, but somehow she never looked more herself.

“Oh, um, thank you,” she replied. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and she briefly turned away in an attempt to hide her bashfulness. She pursed her lips as she paused for a moment before speaking again, “We can look at the article in my room, or we can go in the dining room, if you’d rather that.”

“Your room is fine,” you told her with a shrug of your shoulders, “It’s up to you.”

She gave a quick nod of her head and smiled softly at you, “Okay. My room it is.” She turned towards the stairs, and you followed her, climbing up the steps. As she reached the top of the second story, she cast a look over her shoulder, making sure you were behind her as she walked towards her room.

As she opened the door, you looked around the room, taking in all the posters and pictures that covered her pink walls. You smiled at the quilt and frilly sheet that covered her bed. You’d seen it plenty of times before, but you still found it so endearing that Nancy’s room maintained its girlish decor from her younger years. It gave the space a comforting and nostalgic feel that was a true testament to her sentimental nature.

“What?” she asked, noticing the grin that painted your features.

Snapping out of your daze, you shook your head. “Nothing. I’ve just always liked this room. It feels very… you,” you told her very matter-of-factly as your shoulders rose and fell. Your eyes met hers, and you gave her a small smile.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she quipped, unable to hide the smirk on her lips.

She moved to the corner of the room, grabbing her book bag and rummaging through it. A few moments later, she turned back towards you, papers in hand. “Alright, so here’s the piece. I think it’s okay, but I’d just feel a lot better if I had someone else look over it,” she explained, sitting on the edge of her bed.

You felt the mattress dip beneath you as you came to sit beside her, taking the papers into your hands. “I’m sure it’s fine, Nance. Besides, can’t you just sort of publish whatever you want? I mean, you are the editor for the school paper.”

She rolled her eyes at your comment, though you could see a sense of amusement in her face. “Technically, yes, but I don’t want to just put anything on there. I want to make sure whatever I write is good,” she explained.

A small chuckle left your lips at her words. “Anything you write is good,” you reassured, “Hell, it’s better than good. You really have a gift for this kind of thing.” Your fingers mindlessly wandered over the pages, flipping each one to reveal the endless paragraphs they held.

A pink blush painted Nancy’s cheeks. “Thanks. I think you’re a really good writer, too,” she gushed, “You’re probably the best in our grade.” She shyly looked to you, and you could see the sincerity in your eyes.

“I don’t know about that,” you responded, “But thanks. It, uh, means a lot to hear that from you.” Your cheeks adopted a red hue, nearly matching hers.

“You really should try writing for the paper sometime,” she said quietly, her eyes flitting hopefully to meet yours. “I know the editor pretty well, so I’m sure I could get you a spot,” she joked.

You softly giggled at her comment, laughter bubbling from her throat to join yours. “Yeah, maybe so,” you answered, amusement still coloring your voice. Your eyes held her gaze, your smile slowly fading the longer peered into each other. In that moment, you could feel your body being pulled towards her. It was like there was an uncontrollable magnetism about her. Your eyes glanced down at her lips, and they looked so full and soft. You wondered what they felt like, how they’d feel against yours.

But before you could close the gap between you and find out, you felt yourself back. It was a small movement, barely even noticeable, but it was enough for the moment to end. Your eyes moved to the paper in your hands, feeling embarrassed and cursing yourself for being such a coward. You’d known Nancy for the better part of four years, becoming close friends as you went through high school, but you still froze up at the chance to turn your friendship into something more.

Trying to move past your own awkwardness, you read the first few lines of the article, searching for something you can comment on. Finally, you cleared your throat, “Um, I don’t think you need a comma here.” You touched your fingertip to the paper, pointing to a particular sentence. “I mean, I know that’s like a minor thing, but I figured I’d bring it up since we’re editing it,” your voice was meek and frail as you said it, sounding nothing like yourself.

Nancy’s eyes flitted to yours, quickly looking away as they met your gaze. She nodded her head, gently taking the paper from you. A small shiver ran through you as her fingers brushed against yours. “Okay…” she whispered, grabbing a pencil and marking the page before handing it back to you.

As you began to read farther into the piece, you found the previous awkwardness melting away, being replaced by a comfortable silence as you worked together. Occasionally you would speak up, pointing to certain phrases or spelling mistakes to change. She would hum in return, nodding and making her edits on the page.

As you became more and more focused on the task at hand, you started to get increasingly annoyed with the strands of hair that kept falling in your face. Frustrated, you took the scrunchie from your wrist, pulling your hair back.

After a few more moments of you reading through the article, you heard Nancy clear her throat. “You know,” she said quietly, “your hair looks really pretty like that, all pulled up.”

You could feel heat spread across your cheeks as you looked at her. “Really?” you asked, “You think so?”

She slowly nodded, “Mhm. You’re the prettiest girl I know.” Your eyes scanned her face, and you could tell that she meant every word.

“Thanks,” you answered, trying to contain the beating of your heart as it pounded in your chest, “I, um, I think you’re really pretty, too. Beautiful, actually.” You glanced down at her lips, wanting so badly to pull them against your own.

“Beautiful?” she repeated, her voice coming out in a small whisper. She scanned your face, and you noticed that her eyes lingered upon your lips. You felt yourself slowly begin to lean towards her, and you prayed that you weren’t imagining her leaning forwards, too.

You carefully nodded, afraid that any movement would break the moment, “Mhm. Beautiful, gorgeous, angelic. You name it.” You couldn’t hide the smile that danced across your lips as you found yourself even closer to her. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar. It was intoxicating and sweet, just like her.

Just as your lips were an inch away from hers, looked up to catch her gaze. Your voice came out in a soft whisper, “Can I-”

But your question was cut short, as Nancy pulled you into her, closing the gap between you. Your body froze in shock before you melted into her touch. Her lips moved against yours in a movement so harmonious it could only be described as perfect. You sighed against her as your hands moved to her waist, clinging to her, desperate to hold onto her and know that this moment was real. Her hands wandered into your hair, letting it down and running her fingers through your locks.

You stayed entangled in her for what seemed like a lifetime, but somehow felt all too short as your lips left hers. Her chest rose and fell as she regained her breathing, yours doing the same. You let one hand remain on her waist, bringing the other one up to push a strand of hair behind her ear. As your eyes met hers, the two of you erupted into a fit a giggles, positively giddy on the affection radiating between you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she breathed out. She looked more beautiful than ever, her eyes bright and her lips red and swollen, matching the crimson hue that painted her cheeks.

“Really?” you asked, disbelief coloring your voice. You couldn’t believe that this was really happening. You had never imagined that she’d feel the same way.

She eagerly nodded, “Mhm. Ever since I met you.” Her hand rested against your cheek, pulling you into another quick kiss. “God, you’re irresistible,” she sighed.

You smiled into the kiss, playfully squeezing her waist. “I could say the same for you,” you teased, laughter tumbling from your lips. She joined you, giggles flowing from her in a beautiful symphony. You stayed close to each other, breathing in each other’s air and basking in the love shared between you. Your eyes slowly drifted down to the discarded papers, scattered on the floor. You looked back up to Nancy.

“So, about that article…” you began before a loud laugh tumbled from her lips. Her thumb brushed against your cheek, and she pulled you in for another kiss.

“Forget about the article,” she breathlessly mumbled against you, “Just kiss me.” You happily obliged, pushing everything else to the back of your mind, focusing on the girl in your arms and how lucky you were to have her. She was like a drug to you, beautiful and all-consuming. To hold her and be with her was to get lost in her, and in this moment you hoped to never be found.

You pulled away from her, gasping. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” you asked her breathlessly, earning a bubble of laughter from her.

“Does this answer your question?” she quipped, bringing her lips to yours.

A huge grin marked your face as you pulled away. “God, I have the coolest girlfriend ever,” you breathed, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, mine isn’t too bad either,” she replied, taking your hand in hers, “You wanna go grab some dinner? Make it a date?”

You nodded. “Sure thing,” you answered, following her out the door. As you watched her curls bounce in front of you, you smiled to yourself. She really was the girl of your dreams.

[zutaralesbian]

Why do people like Mandy/Karen even after the car incident?

Well I can’t speak for everyone that likes the ship. But for me it’s because I found that storyline in S3 extremely misogynistic and I want better for them both out of spite. Lip wasn’t worth none of that shit and it pisses me off that the writers framed Karen and Mandy as crazy when he was the one in the middle of the triangle and very much encouraged Karen’s advances when he was technically in a relationship with Mandy. Why did he get off consequence free by the narrative for that situation?

However you may feel about Karen, I think most people can agree that she didn’t deserve the ending she got (especially when it was implied by Karen’s actress that the reason she was written off in the first place is because she didn’t want to do nude scenes anymore). And while yes, Mandy was the one who hit her with a car, I find myself blaming the writers more than her because in their eyes, Karen DID deserve to have her life ruined for…being a troubled teenage girl. They think what Mandy did was justified and we were meant to root for it. Me shipping them is kind of my way of rebelling against that.

In my post canon Kandy fic, (which you can read HERE if interested) I do try to work with canon and address it as much as possible. Mandy is an adult in it now and can look back at the situation and see that it was fucked up. And Karen, in her part, realizes that the way Mandy grew up heavily influenced her to do what she did, and she eventually forgives her.

Do I think that kind of scenario would or should happen in real life? No. But it’s fiction. And one of my top wlw ships involves two women who both almost killed the other at least once, so it’s not like shipping something like Kandy is out of realm for me lmao. Toxic yuri ftw

Other than all that, I like Kandy because I actually think they have things in common and could have gotten along pretty well if Lip wasn’t in the equation. They both have sexual trauma and think they have to rely on their bodies and desirability to men to get any semblance of respect, despite both showing intelligence and promise. (Karen canonically was doing well in school and I headcanon that Mandy did as well, with how the show framed her as ‘the best Milkovich’), I think they could have understood each other.

I simply think they should have become man-hating bisexuals together.

[tallulah477]

𝓘 𝓢𝕖𝕖 𝓨𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨

Colors of Pandora Day 3: Yellow

Pairing: None (Reader Centric - Although, I do picture a WLW relationship towards the end)

Warnings: Mentions of the death of a parent, Slight grief/morning/loss, Other than that the rest is happy fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

Despite the multitude of otherworldly colors that Pandora has to offer, the moment you step on the alien moon - all you see is yellow.

The sun shines brightly in the sky, warm rays gleaming over the wide expanse of dense forest as far as the eye can see. And even though you’re first seeing this while on base - the disgusting man-made structures of steel and the whirling of machines can’t dissuade you from the excitement you feel now.

Yellow is the color of your hope.

Earth is dying, along with everything you’ve ever cared about with it. Your research has always kept you busy and the friends you had in your youth found lives of their own. It’s hard enough to keep up with relationships while struggling through adulthood, and you were always so busy anyway that most of those who were willing to reach out eventually gave up on trying. Your momma was the only friend you ever really needed anyway. Someone loyal who loved you unconditionally and who you knew would always be there for you.

The research on Pandora has found incredible breakthroughs for the medical industry. Tiny yellow glass vials that could fix everything. New serums for cancer cures and even an elixir to stop human aging - the opportunity to be healthy and live forever with those you love.

But they’re expensive. Unaffordable for someone like you, and your momma’s insurance is a huge joke.

She’s not on Earth anymore, so you don’t want to be either.

But it’s in moments of despair that you need hope. She wouldn’t want you to wallow in your grief, stricken by the pain you feel at her absence and terrified at the thought of actually being completely and utterly alone. Yellow can be cruel - fearful and cowardly, anxious beyond measure.

You refuse to think about it like that. Yellow was her favorite color. Her with her pretty yellow dresses and excessive sunflower decorations that always made the tiny and cramped apartment you both could barely afford feel more like a home than any other space. You wanted to take it all with you as you packed for the interstellar trip, but the most important thing you could bring yourself to actually pack was the small, frilly yellow flower clip she always had pinned in her hair.

It sat safely clipped on your tank top strap as you lowered yourself in for your cryosleep, letting it be the symbol you intend it to be. When you close your eyes, you believe you can feel your momma’s loving and protective hold wrapping around you - and you think you can even see the faintest hint of a soft yellow aura behind your closed eyelids.

Your momma always thought the color yellow was beautiful - radiating of love and joyfulness, a necessity in an otherwise dull and dying world. She saw the beauty in it, and now so do you.

You don’t approve of what the RDA is doing. Their destruction and carelessness for the place the Na’vi and the wildlife call home is deplorable at best. The same cycle of Earth repeating here.

It’s the negative of yellow again. A darker yellow, a more irritating shade maybe - one that begs caution when dealing with the devious and heartless people that surround you now, but still the same color you hold dear to your heart.

But they’ve offered you a chance for a new life. A new body built for the rougher terrain and the freedom to use it to further your research. It’s for them, you know that. But you feel like it's for you more.

Yellow is the color of your happiness as you walk through the Pandoran forest. Your new body moves effortlessly through the foliage, confident steps that take you across the mossy surfaces that your human feet would probably slip on if you even tried to cross. The sun in the sky is bright - too brilliant a yellow to even look up at for too long. But its rays feel amazing on your body, skin soaking up the heat as you stretch out like a cat along the soft ground of the found meadow.

The water along the meadow’s edge is blue, clean and inviting in a way the water on Earth could never be anymore. But when you hover over it and gaze into the reflection staring back at you, you see yellow. You’ve never liked your eyes before, never thought they were anything special. But they look so striking now, like twin pools of swirling honey.

You’ve always thought that happiness was dependent on the external. Good environment, good circumstances. Happiness is yellow in the same way that joy is yellow. Similar in shade and even closer in their meaning, but still so different in the end.

If happiness is yellow, bright and vibrant and soul-changing as it washes over you, enveloping you in its warm embrace and soaking into your skin, then joy is yellow too - soft and playful, almost child-like as it wells in your heart, growing and growing until it’s uncontainable and it shoots out from your being and into the world for all to see. An internal feeling that only you can manifest - a color only you can create and share with the world.

When you meet her, you know she’s going to bring you both.

She’s stealthy, a true predator, especially considering you’re not and you most definitely shouldn’t be out without protection. The gun slung across your back is useful in theory, and you’ve been trained on how to fire it acceptably, but you’re not sure if the time ever actually came time to use it if you actually could. You think it would be okay - to die at the hands of an alien animal or one of the natives. Pandora has already given you more than you could have ever hoped for after your mother passed and you think that if things ended right now, it would have all been worth it.

She could have ended it. Who knows how long she was watching you - up in the trees or hidden in the tall foliage, an arrow dipped in neurotoxins meant to kill you in less than one minute flat if the arrow itself doesn’t do the job first pointed straight at your heart.

But she didn’t.

Yellow is the color of your curiosity. The question of ‘why’ is a repeating mantra in your head because when she finally does reveal herself to you, it's like she already knows you. She’s not afraid, even smiles at your wide eyed stare - her own eyes like sparkling suns.

It’s the color of her own curiosity too.

“I watched you,” she says. “I learned. Now you watch too.”

You watch as she extends her arm out towards a nearby bush, fingers just brushing against the leaves before something explodes out of it. A gecko-like creature bursts from its hiding spot, jumping up and unfurling into a circular glowing fan as it flies up in the air. A startled laugh slips from you in amazement as a few others pop out as well, circling up overhead in a display that almost looks magical. The glow coming from the creatures is tinted yellow, and while your eyes are on them, her eyes are on you.

You see yellow in the ways she treats you. For the first time in a long time, you have a friend. A friend who cares about you, who wants to be around you. Someone who’s not your momma, but who gives off the same energetic vibe as she did.

She shows you her world and how to see it not just through your own eyes in a constant state of wonder, but through hers. Yellow is the color of your new found appreciation for the place you now call home. She guides you through it, introducing you to all that Pandora has to offer and teaching you all you can do to give back to it in return. You see yellow in the energy around you - yellow in the animals and in the dirt.

In her.

When in this body, the little yellow flower clip usually sits pinned to the waistband of your pants or tucked safely in your hair on your sleeping human form back at the lab. You want it with you always, but you can’t bear the thought of losing it somewhere out in the alien environment where you might never be able to find it again.

It’s a big thing, to not have it on your human body right now. It’s not with your Avatar body either. Or rather, not on it.

Instead, it’s clipped beautifully at the end of her songcord. It’s bigger than the rest of the beads and jewels she’s used to weave it, but it makes your heart sing to see it kept there so proudly. You know she’ll keep it safe for you.

When she catches you looking at it again, her smile is blinding. And when she steps closer to wrap her arms around you, holding you close - all you feel is yellow.

**Special thanks to @xylianasblog for the prompt!

[quark-nova]

Do including t4t folks who date outside their gender include nblnb and nblm/nblw? Does it include people in these groups who are in an AMAB+AFAB relationship? IDK if this is tmi, I'm AMAB transneutral enby, my husband is a AFAB trans man. We've been together a decade , he's currently also pregnant: we're in the process of having a child. Whenever we bring up our relationship in t4t spaces, people either treat me like a cis man who doesn't belong in these spaces and as if our relationship is basically c4t MLM, or treat him as as a bi butch woman as opposed to a trans man especially when people found out he was pregnant and wasn't interested in his explicitly queer masculinity and transition making him identical to a cis man.

Plus, neither of us really pass due to how we present ourselves, I at most look like a flamboyant gay man, tall lanky hairy and bearded who plays around with makeup expression but doesn't gravitate towards feminine wear. He's gendered as a butch lesbian almost exclusively as opposed to a man, he doesn't bind which alone gets him misgendered, he wears masc clothing but a variety of factors in which he presents himself and even basic things such as how his voice sounds are enough for him to lose that association with manhood and gets him clocked. Do I need to be transfem and transition to look like a woman for our relationship to be seen as "t4t" enough? I'm not a trans woman or transfem and I'll never be, does that make me a cis invader incroaching on actual t4t people? Does he have to transition specifically in a way to fit cis centric standard of manhood, does he have to desire top and bottom surgery as opposed to "just" hormones in order to be seen as his actual gender in t4t spaces? Are t4t people not allowed to have children nautrally, does that makes us too close to cishets in their eyes for people's comfort?

We have mutual nblnb friends , same AMAB+AFAB, agender + multigender. Both of them present in ways that align with their AGAB, they're not men or women but their relationship in t4t spaces has been dismissed and treated as a "cishet relationship" constantly, with them being actively misgendered even in trans positive spaces. Are they just straight too, silly little cishets who want to hog up t4t resources from? Do t4t relationships only count as queer if they're binary/binary? If both people have the same gender? If people go through full medical transition? If they're both the same AGAB? What makes t4t inherently worthy in the eyes of people within the community, none of us are aware because we've all been actively excluded or dismissed for one reason or another, had our transness intrinsically erased due to not being the "expected" t4t couple.

The way people talk about t4t as this club which queerness is so narrow and if you fall out of what's expected for t4t you're basically straight? There are straight t4t people who are awesome and face their own isolation within queer spaces that I cannot speak on, so I won't. Having different AGABs or not being strictly MLM/WLW just feels like a quick way to get misgendered or to have your queerness and transness taken into question. It sucks. T4T is celebrated but only if you're a certian type of T4T.

Yes, both you and your friends should absolutely be included in T4T discussions! These are an extremely valuable experiences that you're bringing, and dismissing it as "c4t" or "cishet" is just misgendering. NB4NB relationships are not any less queer, and they're not "cishet lite" just for being of different AGABs - once more, it's reducing nonbinary people down to their AGAB, which is sad to see so often in queer/trans spaces.

I haven't been in T4T relationships myself so I can't comment on the isolation that some kinds of T4T relationships face, but it's absolutely true that some types get talked about more than others, creating unfair expectations for people whose relationships don't fit inside this norm. Which is sad, as subverting expectations of gender like you do is as queer as queer can be!

[coldninjaruins-blog]

Be fr when was the last time lesbians got rep and weren’t passed over for men? We’re bottom of pile they don’t like us! And females going insane over m/m further pushes us into the dark do you even know how bad it is? Our shows get cancelled lesbians are normally top of the list for bury your gay tropes.

So does that mean that as a lesbian I am not allowed to like any mlm ship? The fact that shows with wlw couples are cancelled while shows with mlm couples are renewed again and again is a huge issue that should be discussed, I'm not denying that.

It bothers me a lot, it's tiring and frustrating.

But does that mean I can't root for a mlm ship or enjoy it? Here I am going to talk about my personal case, I am NOT trying to speak for other lesbians.

I am speaking only for myself.

90% of the queer content I consume is lesbian or sapphic. I don't consume as much mlm content because I'm not that interested in it and that's fine. The last time I saw something with an mlm couple was Bad buddy (which I loved by the way).

That doesn't mean I can't enjoy mlm ships or even straight ones because I think if a couple is well written I'm going to like it regardless of the gender of the characters ( That's why I also can't ship the lesbian version of a straight ship I don't like, they suck and will continue to suck for me regardless if they were both boys, girls or a boy and a girl. I don't like their story and I'm going to continue to dislike it no matter what).

Now back to my point, if you check my blog you'll see that I don't ship any other ship mlm from stranger things besides byler, none. I just don't care about them.

I like byler because I like their history, it resonates with me. Here I could talk about how beautiful I think their relationship is, how the special bond they have from the beginning of the show and their friendship, the fact how they always trust each other no matter what it's what makes me love them as much as I do and how a queer slowburn childhood best friends to lovers is just my cup of tea and go on for years and years about it but probably you don't wanna read that so...

As a queer person I see a lot of me in Will specifically and his struggles with his sexuality, I want him to be happy so much.

People want so badly to lump byler into the category of "ships mlm that straight girls fetishize" but sadly... they don't fit in there :/

The byler fandom is mostly made up of queer people, and a large percentage of those people are specifically queer women. So yeah, it really bothers me a lot when people call us lesbophobic or say we hate sapphic specially when

1)A lot of us are sapphic.

2) Some of those who say it are mlvns who just say it because it's about byler.

Mlvns using rovickie when they never gaf about them just to throw shit at byler doesn't sit right with me and it's not the first time they've used a wlw ship to attack bylers and call us lesbophobes. It also happened last year with the scripts polls.

They called us lesbophobes because we voted for the Mike and Will scene over the Elmax scene, we just voted for our ship scene. And what did these people do when the elmax script came out? They made it about their straight ship.

Again bylers are mostly queer people who are rotating for a queer ship so it doesn't make sense to me that gay people wanting a queer couple with main characters in a big show like stranger things to happen = lesbophobia????

[urfavoritefemme]

Heey, wanna tell you guys some things about me! 👑🪷

My name is Raquel (it comes from Rachael on hebreo, meaning "the sheep that is docile" cool isnt it?), which would be Rachel in english, but i really hate being called by it, you can call me Princess, Kell or any other petnames i dont really bother 'bout it

Im a Cis, lesbian, go by she/her pronouns

Im 20 years old

Im 1'54 which would be 5'1/5'2 i dont really understand these american metrics, im lighskin, with curly hair

I practice Brazillian Jiu-jitsu, (but still a white belt....yet) 🥋

I love astrology, and practice witchcraft (but im not really gonna talk about this here)

Im latina (so you guys know that english its not really my firts language, i learned on my own, and studied for like 3 years or so)

My hobbies are: Drawing, Dancing, Paint, photography, poetry-writing (but i kinda suck at it), Reading, Baking; especially arab bread and brownies, Skating (but i kinda suck at it) and i guess thats all

Im really kinkysh, but not so much experienced only had sex with two diferent girls in my life (and none of them used a strap on me) yeah...im that inexperienced, i consider myself a switch, but in a "i want to please you" kinda-way, not in a "im in control" kinda way, i just really wanna be good to my partners in bed as they are to me, but im not a domme in anyway, i would go as a pillow princess (and thats absolutely not a complaint) in my first relationship as my girlfriend was a service top and didnt really liked to be touched, but i love getting to touch and feel too

My kinks are: praising, degrading, overstimulation, denial, edging, restraining/bondage, power-play, domination, a slightly cuck-kink (both being the home-wrecker, and the cuckquean turns me on, but i never really did shared this in my past relationships), mommykink? Daddykink? (But in the most wlw way), cnc

Limits: Scat, piss, vomit, breath-play, incest, knife-play, and i guess thats all for now

dont be rude to me if i didnt consented, dont send pics out of nowhere, men dni

Thanks!! 💕

[oathkeeperoxas]

tag game to better know you

Ty @new-anon for tagging me! What else to do on a cold Monday morning public holiday then fill out a questionnaire about myself 🤔

What book are you currently reading?

The Wright Brothers by David McCullough Definitely has nothing to do with the fact that we can see this book on Ice's shelf next to the photo of him and Mav shaking hands after rescuing the USS Layton...

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I have only seen the new Spiderman (literally 2 days ago) so I guess that! I think it was pretty good, but tbh I liked the first one more.

What do you usually wear?

Pokemon or bird themed t-shirt paired with shorts or my high school gym trackies if it's cold. I have one green overcoat that I wear pretty much any time I need a jacket, it is very versatile in what weather it can be worn in.

How tall are you?

170cm, that's 5 foot 6 inches to those USAmericans in the audience (had to google that...)

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I don't know any celebrities off the top of my head that I share a birthday with, and the only historical event I connect immediately with my birthday is a bad one lmao. Though it happened in the 1920s, so mostly only relevant when I was studying history in high school...

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

Serie! Fun fact, I made this name up on the spot randomly when playing Facebook games as an 11 year old and the RPG ones wanted me to input a name. I have been stuck with it ever since.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

My current job didn't even exist when I was a child, so, no!

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

No relationship, and I have not had a crush since high school pff

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

Good at procrastinating, bad at resisting the lure of more wips 🙏 this makes for a wild combination haha

Dogs or cats?

Probably cats, but I am allergic to cats and dogs (and most fluffy creatures) so I don't have any pets :(

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

Probably my favourite things that I've posted this year was Dawn and well. haha. (nuts) because they were both very self-indulgent in a way that I always enjoy writing with codywan, though for very very different reasons.

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

I want to write more Aloy femslash!! I've written so much for her, but none really with the characters from the new game, and now with a canon femslash kiss under her belt, I think she deserves to be a wlw icon. Next year for femslash February I'm thinking of trying to organise a Horizon event to get some momentum not just for me but for others to create too

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Val Kilmer's jaw.........

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I can maybe half say the Horizon: Forbidden West DLC - I liked the overarching plot well enough, and they gave Aloy a lesbian kiss so I'm not too mad, but it carried over almost all of the issues from production that the base game had, which I was keen to see fixed in the DLC. That and the lack of backstory for Seyka or the Quen, the lack of side quests and the lack of interesting stuff to do in the wilds of the DLC made it a bit of a mediocre experience for me (though after HFW I wasn't expecting anything too good anyway).

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Not sure if it's hidden, but I'm particularly good at spotting double spaces in a document. Pisses me off (it's my editor brain going haywire... my team is always making fun of me for this at work lmao)

Are you religious?

Nope!

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

Someone to make me breakfast </3 alas after I post this I will simply have to do it myself

Tags?

@elwenyere @tragediegh @playablekairi @cillyscribbles if you like! No pressure ofc

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instead of following a promptlist this october i decided to draw all my ✨supernatural creature girlies (gender neutral)✨ in pin up inspired poses and outfits. Here are days 1-5

from left to right & top to bottom:

Callista; bisexual she/he nonbinary vampire of the sapphic variety; gender is mostly whatever's funniest for the bit

Emery; he/him lesbian in an almost gnc cis woman way but the relationship to womanhood. Is rather complicated. He's working on being less repressed. World's worst vampire hunter but not for the reasons you might think

Kaz; she/they vampire; none gender with left wlw

(no name yet😔) she/they lesbian; headless rider ghost; horsegirl can be its own gender if u want it to be

(also no name yet 😔) she/her; transfem lesbian vampire; may have a crush on one of the mermaids but that has nothing to do with why she sits by the sea to read poetry so often. Definitely not....

[ourimpavidheroine]

so i'm confused after reading your fic is wu a top or bottom?

So listen.

When I read discourse about tops vs bottoms, it usually tells me one of three things: the discoursers either a)haven't actually had sex yet or b)have only had heterosexual sex or c)are homosexual/bisexual but are entrenched in heterosexual norms.

Not that I am saying any of those things are a bad thing. Because I'm not. But I am saying that the top vs bottom discourse is based in heterosexual norms and it seems a lot of folks out there don't quite realize how much it's influenced their thinking about sex.

I want to tell a little story. Bear with me here, it's relevant.

When I got pregnant, my (late) wife and I went to see the midwife for the first time. We had to answer all the usual standard questions - any prior pregnancies, any family history of pre-eclampsia, etc. etc. etc. Crossing the t's and dotting the i's, as it were. However, the midwife - who was a very nice lady, certainly closer to retirement age than otherwise - out of the blue asked us, "So who is the man in the relationship?"

My wife very tersely answered, "Neither of us. That's the point."

The midwife wasn't being nasty, even though a question about our sex life was shockingly unprofessional and wholly unnecessary with regards to my pregnancy (especially as she had already been told we used an anonymous sperm donor from the fertility clinic in town). It surely was not on her standard form! We were her first same-sex couple and she was curious, nothing more to it than that.

But it really brought it home how, in her mind, in order for the two of us to have sex, one of us had to be the "man" and the other had to be the "woman." In other words, one was the penetrator and one was the penetratee. And even though I am sure that if she had taken a moment to think about it she would have realized it was wildly inappropriate and incredibly intrusive for her to ask about our sex life, she was so entrenched in heterosexual norms that she quite literally could not stop herself from taking her focus away from giving us a questionnaire about my prenatal health to trying to figure out which of us was the top, and which of us was the bottom.

(Don't worry, we contacted the national LGBTQIA+ organization, and with the hospital's permission they came and gave a presentation to all of the midwives about pregnancy involving queer couples so that it wouldn't happen again.)

The thing is, though, is that the reality of it is that not everyone has or enjoys penetrative sex. I include hetero couples in that, not just mlm or wlw. Not everybody has it. Some folks might enjoy engaging in both - which is where the term "switch" comes from. But penetration is not required for sex, not even for procreation. (As I am here to attest. I did not have penetrative sex to get pregnant. Point of fact, I didn't have sex at all.)

There is this lingering idea, with queer couples, that all relationships must conform to heterosexual standards. Thus a top and a bottom. A twink and a bear. A femme and a butch. Or whatever terms folks use to define others or themselves into boxes. As a woman who has had sex with men and women (including someone who was trans) I can tell you, that for many of us not only do those boxes not fit we're not interested in them. I have been both the penetrator and penetratee and I've had sex where no penetration happened at all. The only person who expected me to conform to heterosexual norms was a cis, white, hetero dude. The rest didn't care, quite frankly.

Does that mean that there aren't twinks out there that want to get railed? Or stone butches who not only don't want to be penetrated but who don't want to be sexually touched at all? Of course not. There is a whole spectrum of sexuality out there, and people like what they like. As far as I am concerned, as long as those involved are consenting adults that are having a good time, it's none of my fucking business. I try not to put labels on other people that define their sexuality that they haven't already claimed for themselves, however. Most of us don't appreciate being defined by others, after all.

So to answer your question - is Wu a top or a bottom? My response is that Wu is Wu. He's a character who has sex with two different people, one of whom identifies as male and the other who identifies as genderqueer. Sometimes he enjoys being penetrated, sometimes he enjoys penetration, sometimes he presents as male, sometimes he presents as female. Sometimes he has sex without any penetration involved. I have written ALL of that in my fanfic. It's all there. I don't identify Wu as a top or a bottom, because I personally don't think those terms are relevant for the character as I have written him. If it is important to you, as a reader, that I put a demonstratively queer character into one of those heteronormative boxes, then all I can say is that there is plenty of Wuko fic out there that does sort Wu (and therefore Mako) into those boxes, and that those would probably be more to your taste. 🤷🏻

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Rouge Hearts

by fUnfLoWeR

Piltover, the city of progress, hides secrets within its glittering facade. Vi, a charismatic thief, and Caitlyn, the steadfast Sheriff, find themselves entangled in a complex web of mystery when the Veiled, an enigmatic criminal organization, emerges from the shadows. As they embark on a dangerous quest to uncover the Veiled's plans, Vi and Caitlyn's connection transforms from a dance of adversaries to a nuanced partnership. Amidst the intrigue, sparks of attraction flicker, adding a layer of complexity to their journey. Can they unravel the Veiled's secrets and navigate the delicate dance of trust, or will the shadows consume them and Piltover with them?

OR

A Sheriff Cait x Theif Vi friends to lovers romance filled with mystery, intrigue, fluff, and angst because am i really a writer if theres none?

Words: 1994, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Murder, just a hint of suicide, Blink and you'll miss it, wlw, uselss lesbians, Mutual Attraction, Eventual Smut, slowburn ig, no beta we die like father figures in arcane, strap ons, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Fingering, Bottom Vi (League of Legends), Top Caitlyn (League of Legends), but they're switches folks, just a hint of bdsm, by bdsm i mean ropes, dont read if you're not interested

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[cantarella]

Genuinely, why are so many wlw artists jumping on the nvfr/fcltte train? I’ve had to unfollow and mute so many ppl in the last week alone. Maybe it’s a little dramatic of me, but a lot of these artists were somewhat of a safe haven within a fandom that’s drowning in misogyny/lesbophobia and now I feel super disconnected again.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen an implied familial relationship made so explicit in my life, and yet people don’t see it? There are those who ship it out of (lesbophobic) spite, but there are so many who genuinely think they’re soulmate material. I feel like I’m going a little crazy, but I’m glad there are some here who understand!

if you think you're spiteful dw bc I block every shipper I find in the wild so you can't possibly beat me💜

anyway, I can't quite tell either bc the minds of these people are an enigma but a lot of them have a shitton of internalized homophobia which manifests in a superiority complex, stacked on top of desperate need of approval from cishets, which is also stacked on top of many internalized heteronormative views to work through

also genuinely most of them just have shit taste. like idgaf if some of them hc neuvi as a lesbian that's still a man in canon you can't hide behind that to pretend this isn't some wattpad self insert period romance type shit

but honestly I would just leave it alone and not mind them if they didn't suddenly decide that actually none of the wlw pairings are canon (when hyv is known to use coding and actively made them explicit before censorship got to them) but this het one, somehow, is and to harass anyone who disagrees. some of my mutuals got put on blast for thinking they're not canon and that the fans are too pushy, so now they're getting called slurs daily. how fun right? all this ofc endorsed by these wlw accounts who couldn't care less about the peace of mind of other lgbt people as long as their precious fuckass ship nobody except them and homophobes like doesn't get insulted

anyway, considering the situation out there is in fact that hostile I'm glad I can at least provide a good dumping ground for the thoughts of people who think the same, it's nice to know I can do that much