#both of them love ev and that's the only reason either of them agreed to do this

[sunshinepixels]

the first day of summer and tensions are already high

[scoonsalicious]

OKAY I'M HERE. Sorry, I'm late. Funnily enough, we're on opposite sides of the world so your update time is waaaayyy too early in the morning for me so I usually read it when I wake up (shocking I know, digesting this traumatic but amazing masterpiece early in the morning) but since school has started up again and I have morning classes I haven't been able to. So do expect my reports to be a lil later than usual. ANYWAYS ENOUGH ABOUT ME.

Let's start with Steve and Pocket. I totally forgot that both of them were under the influence during that time and while they did get a little frisky (I also find it so funny how Pocket doesn't have much of a reaction. it was all Steve. It was as if she already knew she could never orgasm with this man. like homegirl was dry during that I just know it) I'm glad they didn't go far and were able to actually realize how much of a mistake it would've been because not only for obvious reasons like that's your ex's best friend but also the intoxicated thing. It wouldn't have done any good to Poxket's mental state es; especially knowing Steve's feelings. But hey, he stopped it. Literally the bare minimum for any man but the bar currently in hell (looking at you Benson) so. Good on Steveioli.

Now with the heart-to-heart, I'm so glad Pocket was able to unload all that and actually have a good cry for once. And, for Steve, as much as I still find him kinda fishy (I still do think he has a hand in ruining their relationship, that he isn't as innocent or this knight and shining savior that he's showing. I just know Steve did something and pulled some strings so i don't trust him fully yet), he made some very good points. I do agree with what he said about Bentley. We can only really imagine what he went through with Hydra. And the point too where there are some parts Bison himself doesn't remember at all but his body and psyche do. We can sympathise and everything but we never truly understand it. Do I think Josiah is the only person who understands? I don't think so either. Not to discredit her experience or whatever but I don't think what she went through was entirely the same or close because I still do think she's still a spy got them (maybe that's me not liking her lol). But the fact is, she's the closest person who could understand, in Brennon's eyes anyway. Does that excuse everything he's done? Absolutely fucking not. But does that information change how I judge him? Of course. I still truly believe that there's more to this onion (because layers ha ha) than meets the eye. He still fucking fucked up and he still has so much work to do on himself before he can even have the chance to earn Pocket's trust again. But I can give him some grace, and understand that his mind probably wasn't in the best place at that time which led to bad decisions.

I saw some people claiming that Blair never truly loved Pocket, and while I can see why that seems to be the fact because he does have a shitty way of showing it, sometimes, we can't stop ourselves from hurting the people we love (to an extent obvs. if they cheat & are abusive & toxic etc. leave their ass. but again, in the context of the fic, it's definitely more complicated than that). That's just reality. But what truly matters is what we do after the fact. Not that it makes it okay, I'm not saying that at all. It's still not an excuse to hurt people and be a shitty person. What I mean is that not everything is as black & white as it seems. In this case, there's no such thing as 100% evil and 100% good (except Judas who has a special place in hell). These are flawed, broken, and complicated characters, and you the amazing writer has shown that greatly. So we should all take that into account instead of just saying this person is 100% wrong so he deserves to die, or This person is 100% right so I'm just going to support everything they're doing no matter the consequences even if it hurts other people. So I do think he truly and utterly loves Pocket with everything that he is, but when you've got someone who's out of his time, has so many issues, isn't in the best mental and emotional state, has been through so much trauma and has self-destructive tendencies, do we really think he knows what to do with such a powerful emotion? Better yet, he does love her, but in this case, it's just not enough. Love isn't the only thing that keeps a relationship healthy after all. But I will say, that love will also be the one that will push him to do better.

Now, with Mr. Bunana and his Audacity to barge onto Pocket like that. The hypocrisy is outstanding. Gold medal worthy. But then again, he did see them leave the party after basically humping each other on the dance floor, he did see Steve leave her bedroom and he did see Pocket in Steve's shirt. When you're already insecure as hell and have fucked up one too many times, I can't blame him for jumping to conclusions. I also can see how distraught he was though, and not to be mean, but he does kinda need this for him to wake the fuck up. And again, the audacity to cause a whole scene about it too as if he has any right. But, unpopular opinion, I don't see an asshole at all. I see a broken man who's spiraling out of control and is hitting rock bottom as we speak. He's grasping at straws, he has no idea what to do with himself, and he's lost everything, and for a man who's been at war for the last 70 years, what's the one thing he knows best? Fighting. So, he fights.

The toxic masculinity was so on point. When Pocket picked up the water I was cheering this whole time lmao. Absolute wild animals these men sometimes. She honestly should just have a spray bottle in hand, spray them when they act up. Also, that line about where's Steve hand was made me CACKLE. Like yes queen. They deserve to break each other's face a lil for thinking they can decide for Pocket and what she does with her body honestly.

Lastly, because goodness me this is long. We're off on this mission, and I really do share Tony's concerns (and he's so sweet and caring about Pocket. I'm glad he's by her side. Also can't wait to see how they met!) This mission is going to take a toll on Pocket more than she's going to expect. She's using this as a distraction with what's been going on recently, and that's not good. Because I don't think she fully realises the gravity of what she's about to go into. I'm thankful that Sam is there. But I just know, something about this mission is going to go so bad for Pocket. Maybe not physically, and the mission would end up a success, but mentally and emotionally? ESPECIALLY when she's already on a fragile state right now? Sigh. I won't like it, but shit about to hit all the fans.

Anyway. You're amazing as always. I always enjoy getting to pick at the details of your writing and it makes me giddy with excitement that I actually manage to nail some points hahaha. Keep doing what you're doing and don't forget to take care of yourself!

P.S. I love Sam and Pocket's friendship. I need more of them being best buds please and thanks.

— Jnon 🤍

Beloved Jnon, Please do not apologize for being "late!" It actually worked out in my favor, as I have been staying up too long into the night to respond to you, so this actually works well, because it's mid-day here and I actually got some sleep. Not enough, but I'm working on it lol. Reading Unwanted first thing in the morning sounds like a rough way to start your day! All the angst!

Yeah, Pocket had absolutely no reaction with Steve, lol. It was seriously all the MDMA, making her crave physical touch, and when she kind of came down more to herself and realized it was Steveoli who was doing the touching? Well, let's just say it was dryer than the Sahara down there, lol. Ah, the little details that don't make it into the finished work! I can confidently say though, that if Pocket hadn't stopped it, herself, Steve most definitely would not have. Steve needed to hear Pocket break down in front of him, to see how she was affected by all of this. It was a wakeup call for him, and it allowed me to say some of the stuff I wanted to say about Bucky's state of mind without having Bucky say it himself (because who could believe him?!?) In later chapters, we'll get some first-hand insight into what kind of experience Juggalo had with Hydra, herself, and how those experiences shaped her connection with Barnstormer (intentionally vague wording here). I so fucking love how you are on the same page with me re: Bucky's mental state and motivations. Fucking love it.

And he is 100% flawed in this fic. He's trying to navigate this new world he doesn't understand, with all these sexual and social rules he doesn't understand. And I'd like to take a moment to point out that, in my timeline, Bucky has maybe spent a fraction of the time in Wakanda that he does in the MCU. Like, right now, in the story, it's about 2019-ish, meaning our Bucket left Wakanda sometime in 2017, probably less than a year after the events of Civil War, meaning that our Bucky has not done NEARLY as much mental healing as Canon!Bucky. So, when Canon!Bucky tells Cap that he's a "semi-stable 100 year old man" in Infinity War (which I just rewatched last night for Unbroken research!), our Bucket is even less so.

Right now, if there's one thing he's absolutely sure of, it's that he loves Pocket. But you're right, love is not longer enough here. Not for the two of them, not any more. Pocket's already realized that, and Bucket's just starting to.

Let's talk Bucky Barnes and the Audacity of this Bitch! When he barged into Pocket's room to accuse her of sleeping with Steve, he definitely wasn't thinking about what he'd done. He was thinking about confronting evidence of the worst thing he could imagine. It was one thing for him to conjure up the idea in his head, but it's driving him absolutely crazy to see physical evidence of it with his own eyes (even if its just circumstantial physical evidence!). I want to say, though, that even after he thought they slept together after her party, HE DID NOT go running to Jackrabbit for comfort-- I think that's progress! :D Right now, all he knows is how to fight, and how to hurt-- himself, and other people. It's all he's done for 75 years. Pocket was beyond livid over the two of them fighting about her, without really seeming to care about her-- just who got access to her body. Girl lived that life too long as a child; she was done with it long ago. I do like to imagine, though, that after she and Sam left, Bucky and Steve started fighting again, but this time they're all wet from being dowsed in water, so their shirts are sticking to them, and the fight is very homoerotic.... Finally, Tony's concerns for Pocket are very, very valid. He's kind of forcing her to regress, and he's really scared about what that might do to her mentally. Not to mention, she's putting herself in a dangerous position where women are being kidnapped and trafficked. He's got the utmost faith in her; it's just everyone else he doesn't trust. I love getting your messages, I love discussing the story with you! It makes me so happy! I promise there's one more good Sam/Pocket scene!

[blouisparadise]

There were some amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of January. We really hope you enjoy this list and show these fics love. Happy reading!

1) Ready For A War | Explicit | 1000 words

Harry was so close to getting caught, and it was all on that stupidly pretty cocktail waiter.

2) Face Down Ass Up | Not Rated | 1129 words

Louis is a brat, he gets what he deserves.

3) Out Of My System | Not Rated | 1702 words

There is no summary. Read the tags.

4) Gasoline In Your Perfume | Teen & Up | 2461 words

Harry invites Louis to come over for dinner on Christmas Eve, which just happens to be Louis’ birthday. They’ve been dating for a while now, with no labels attached. In unison, they grow even closer.

5) I Hope You Choke (On Those Words) | Explicit | 2978 words

Harry Styles had been head of security for concert venues for over eight years. Never in his career had he seen a musician as reckless when it came to personal safety as Louis Tomlinson.

After making his job a living nightmare, Harry decided he needs to talk some sense into Louis.

If only there were some way to shut him up.

6) You're So Vain | Mature | 3643 words

Louis is dragged to a party. He only agrees to go on the condition that his ex-boyfriend won’t be there. But Harry Styles makes an appearance at the party after all. Inspired by Carly Simon’s ‘You’re So Vain’.

7) Positive Feedback | Teen & Up | 4095 words

Louis pretends he isn’t insecure about his nest, Harry pretends he isn’t inconveniently horny, and they both see right through each other.

8) Devoted | Explicit | 5530 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Alisson Becker.

A collection of drabbles about Louis’ life as the housewife of a professional football player.

9) But I Want iI (It's A Crime) | Explicit | 6630 words

Harry is hired to kill Louis. Louis thinks he's an idiot. They fuck.

10) The Mall | Explicit | 9353 words

Harry loves to conquer babies. Loves to shower them with gifts. And he loves to get what he wants after all.

11) Behind Closed Doors | Explicit | 10334 words

 Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

12) Always A Hunger (Now It's Just Emptiness) | Mature | 16181 words

Harry's life gets turned upside down from a night that he thought was simple one night stand. Nothing could have prepared him for his mundane world to be turned on it's axis.

13) The Hating Factor | Explicit | 18768 words

Growing up you're either fond of something or you loathe their very existence, Louis had both.

He was quite fond of his neighbour, Alex Styles with smart green eyes, black hair and a charming smile that wiggled its way in Louis' life making a spot in his six year old self.

But then comes the loathe of his existence in the form of the devil's spawn itself, Harry motherfucking Styles.

14) A Day At The Game | Explicit | 20804 words

Alpha Harry and Omega Louis get caught on a kiss cam. They're not a couple.

15) Invisible String | Explicit | 84911 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car.

This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on.

For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Got some more! :D probably be it until a few days

1: as seen in Nightwing: a new order, Jake had a voltron robot in his room, most likely Dick introduced him to it, do you think dick showed him more of his childhood like how some parents do?

2: since Jake is a fan of basketball both fanon & canon, does he look up basketball stuff? I bet he likes the first space jam movie ;)

3: does the starburst duo like horror movies? If not, what’s their favorite costume to wear on Halloween?

4: if they can dye their hair what colors would they be?

5: when they are older, what would their favorite nostalgic moment between the two of them?

6: what’s their favorite superheroes? both in universe and maybe some heroes from different superhero comics.

7: does Chris have a crush on mar’i when they are older? I can totally see Jake and Chris becoming brother in laws

1. Oh very much he would. It’ll be all the works of what Dick grew up with as a kid. It further contributes to all those times of people, both Titans and Batfam, can look at those just once and make a remark about the Family Resemblance. All that’s missing is that Jake having blue eyes like Dick’s and as Dinah Lance once put it “It’s like Dick somehow became younger while we all got older”

2. Yes he would. Whether it be entire history articles about how the major league teams came to be, the records being held up, etc, It fills up his search engines on all of his devices like there’s no tomorrow. He would also like that movie, whether basketball related or not, at least for the sheer novelty of it, having a good laugh at its plot and select moments of it alongside his friends and loved ones on some movie nights.

3. They want to like them and they’re fascinated by them….the issue lies in the factor that no matter how much they’ve trained and seen all sort of actual in universe terrors throughout basically all their lives, one too many splattering moments and jump scares are enough to send them scurrying straight to their respective parents’ rooms.

As for their preferred costumes on All Hallow’s Eve; Chris designed a custom built rubber monster suit akin to all those Japanese monster movies Conner showed him once. His in particular is very influenced by Godzilla, only instead of dorsal plates and iguanodon arms, his monster design has a frill, velociraptor arms along with toe claws and Carnotaurus horns. Then there’s Jake who basically design a Pokémon trainer outfit with his superhero colors (Basically a Discowing colored version of say Red or even Satoshi/Ash)

4. As once suggested not too long ago by a friend of mine, @spider-jaysart , Chris would have a black streak in otherwise brown hair whilst Jake’s streak in turn would have a red one.

5. Maybe one of the favorite moments they look back in the most would be the time they performed as part of the band (Chris on Bass and Jake on Drums) for Bludhaven Academy’s Last Day of School Dance along with Thara and Meredith (who which they played Rhythm and Leas Guitar respectively) in front of all of those classmates, their parents, staff members, all the while not cracking under the pressure. They still keep photos of that performance and their band group shots in their albums to the very day

6. For the both of them in universe, they both agree on Superman being a strong favorite for many obvious reasons. As for other heroes besides the Big Blue Boyscout, Jake more or less bases his entire hero work on Robins from the past, primarily his Father and (the still current one in my personal preference though I digress) Uncle Tim. For Chris, he also looks up very greatly to Tim Drake as Robin and the only other hero that can come close to that appeal for him would be either Shazam (Billy) or Cyborg.

As for other heroes which aren’t native to the DCU, there’s principally two mains for the both of them: Invincible aka Mark Grayson and Peter Parker, The Amazing Spider-Man

7. Actually (and apologies if I end up disappointing you my friend, sincerely) but Chris Kent and Mar’i Grayson are an example of two friends, boy and girl, that don’t end up in a romance between them. For one thing, Chris is already crushing the aforementioned Thara Ak-Var (Long story Incredibly short, she’s much younger here as Chris’ contemporary, New Krypton coexists and she’s an exchange student at Chris and Jon’s school) while Mar’I, if she lands at date at all, would be with someone outside of the Graysons’ social circle, as in not within any one of the superhero community whatsoever, much to Dick’s overprotective nature of course. In fact, Mar’i actually helps Chris with his strategies for getting closer to Thara.

I how these answers are to your liking @gothicghost2000 . They’re really fun to do. If you have any questions, suggestions or otherwise, reblogging and/or replying would be greatly appreciated.

[yandere-daze]

Aaahhh I feel bad sending more ideas because you're so packed with them but I had another one - imagine if darling Did date someone in Enstars, But they're exes now, the ex unit would deffo be batshit insane and obsess over what made you two broke up, even if it's reasonable in normal circumstances... (Ex: breaking up because you two don't mutually connect or are compatible enough, the relationship was too toxic, etc) the others units though, hoooo... Yeesshhhh - diary anon

Oooh this is such a good idea though, very spicy!! Yanderes and break-ups don't match well, huh?

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, possessiveness, jealousy, implied stalking

What if darling dated someone in the Yandere! Enstars world but broke up with them?

Well, I think your little description was very fitting for this!

When you first agreed to date them, the yandere in question was probably over the moon. They've been yearning for you for so long, always thinking about you and daydreaming about what it would be like to spend every waking moment by your side.

They were trying their hardest to get close to you, to hopefully worm their way into your heart just as you did to them, and then it actually worked out. They couldn't believe it at first, too overwhelmed with happiness, that you were now a couple.

They did it. You're dating. Somehow it all worked out in their favor and they can't believe their luck. Now they can proudly proclaim themselves as being all yours! They want everyone to know that you're dating them and that you're happily taken. These other pesky idols should stay away as far as possible and leave the two of you alone!

The yandere is probably the happiest they have ever been and they're already imagining spending the rest of their life with you, moving in and growing old together, when you approach them one day, an uneasy expression on your face.

Of course they smile as soon as they see you but they can't help but be worried about the frown on your face. Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?? Are you okay???

But instead, you say something completely different. Something they didn't expect and quite honestly never wanted to hear from your mouth.

"I think it would be best if we broke up"

A single sentence, and their heart shattered into tiny pieces. Where did this come from? Weren't you both so happy together? Weren't you having a lot of fun? They enjoyed every single moment they got to spend with you so where did they go so wrong? They don't understand!

They're so taken aback and in despair that none of your words even register anymore as they try to think of *anything* that might have been the cause for this. They don't listen when you explain that you're incompatible, that you need some space from them, that you don't feel like this relationship is healthy for either of you

Did they accidentally say something that upset you? The very thought makes them sad but they'll be sure to apologize if that's the case! No matter what they did, please don't give up on this relationship so easily!

Or maybe the gift they gave you last time wasn't to your liking and you think that they don't actually know what you enjoy? Well that couldn't be further from the truth, they know all about you from secretly watching you for so long!

Or.. did someone else put this silly thought into your head? Did they feed you lies and told you to break up with them so they could sneak by and take you for themselves? Is that it?! No, they won't let anyone else take you away, you two are perfect for each other! They love you so so much, they can't just let it end like this! They need you! They can't live without you!

Please just give them a second chance! They promise they'll make it up to you, they can be good for you! Just don't give up hope and believe in them and your relationship!

And yet, when word gets out that you're single again, your ex isn't the only one that practically goes crazy.

When it was announced that you were now dating someone, everyone else quickly fell into a pit of despair, sadness and anger. They loved you just as much, no, even more so!! They wanted to be with you so desperately but you were deceived and stolen away by someone that was unworthy of being with you!

Of course they had always hoped that the relationship would fail and maybe tried putting some uncertain thoughts into your head that maybe your current partner wasn't a good match for you...

But it actually worked? You broke up with them for good?? Oh, they couldn't be happier! There's a huge amount of relief washing over them, now that they know that there is still a chance. A chance for them to fill the void in your heart and make you fall in love with them.

They too want their happily-ever-after with you and so they will do their absolute utmost to finally win you over! They won't take any chances and let you get swept away again when they know that they're your soulmate!

[fairydust-stuff]

Thoughts on Adam x Cherry

So I watched Skate 8 Infinity recently and these two have given me a lot of food for thought. And I have seen zero meta on them so here we go a deep dive on   Cherry X Adam as a whole. 

Honestly having watched all 12 episodes of the show. I think if we’re talking healthy, recovery, realization  Adam the best options for him would be either Cherry or  Tadashi. 

While Tadashi has his own issues and Adam x Tadashi is a very mixed bag for me. This isn’t about them so i’ll save my thoughts on them for another post because oh boy do I got thoughts. 

So anyway Cherry had a huge crush on Adam you’d have to be blind not to see it. The way he silently looks at him tells so much. I also don’t think the feelings were one sided like a lot of others seem to think. 

Adam catches Cherry in his arms at one point and that has been the  romantic short hand visual in hetero media forever. Its basically the writers winking at the audience that they should start thinking of  these two as a couple. That they have feelings for each other.  

While its unclear if they actually did date since this a thinly veiled subtext show. Either Adam and Cherry had a full on closeted secret relationship or they just pinned for each other relentlessly.  

Also Adam has issues but he did in fact cherish Joe and Cherry. 

There’s a clear scene where Adam takes off his hood and when Cherry remarks on the dangers of this. Adam replies  that its ok if Joe and Cherry see his face, implying their special. 

There’s also some bitterness from Adam and one or two remarks in present day implying Adam felt abandoned by Joe and Cherry. 

Adam also refused their beefs with him and while some may take his your boring comment as face value, I dont but we’ll come back to that.  

The fallout from what i understand is Adams obsessive need to find his Eve. Adam got more intense and willing to hurt others and Cherry and Joe got cut out of his life for trying to make him see reason. 

I think it was Joe at one point states  Adam cut them out first. 

Adam didn’t want to hear it and if Adam and Cherry were a couple. Adam’s need to find his Eve must of really stung. Its kind of ironic to me that certain fans see Kaoru as not a perfect skate board partner for Adam and that means their not meant to be in a relationship. 

Adams whole issue is he is looking for someone who can be his everything but a rival in competition has an opposite set of requirements then what one looks for in a romantic relationship. Adams abusive family has blurred those lines in an unhealthy manner. Skating has become Adam’s whole life to the point Kaoru being unable to compete with him equals not meant to be. 

Cherry is still clearly hung up on Adam in the present day and wants to pull him back from the brink. Viewing Adam’s rejection of their offers to beef as a sign Adam still cares. 

Cherry’s whole thing with Carla and measuring each degree so he can go faster, even seems to scream look at me! I can go toe to toe with you! suggesting that Adam made Kaoru feel inferior because he wasn’t good enough for Adam. He wants to both help and show Adam he is worth it. 

Which I agree with for all Adam’s talk of abuse is love. Adam can only up until the Cherry affair, hurt other skaters he competes with those he devalues and objectifies as his Eve. Adam doesn’t know crap about Reki, Miya and Langa or the other skaters he trashes. 

He projects a false image onto them and forgets them when they fail to live up to this image of the perfect Eve. (something he clearly learned from the aunties!) Langa isn’t even special he’s part of an ongoing pattern. 

But Adam won’t beef with Joe or Cherry. When Cherry taunts him about this “ were you scared”  in an attempt to push Adam to admit he still cares about him and Joe. Kaoru gets a skateboard to the face because Adam lashes out aginst the threat to his Adam persona. 

Even before their beef Adam drops his madador of love act completely. He acts distant and not like his usual flamboyant self. In fact he acts more like he does to Tadashi. Your not seeing Adam in that moment your seeing  Ainosuke. 

Cherry wasn’t attacked for being boring he was attacked because he saw though the illusion. He knew Adam was a lie.  At this point Adam wanted to drive him and Joe away. So he could continue to bask in his dellusions. 

Though there seems to be some resentment that in Adam’s mind Joe and Cherry” didn’t love him enough”  Adam ultimately in his attack on Kaoru rejects the reality of love for a false promise of “perfection” an Eve. 

If Eve was the lie Kaoru was the real relationship Adam could of had. The one rejected for the ideal.  

So where do they go from here? 

I like the ship on two fronts one the tragic angle Kaoru is  Ainosuke’s  karma he screwed up a good thing or ruined the chance for something chasing Eve who  never existed. Adam hurt Kaoru so badly he’ll be lucky to be  allowed to crawl back into the friend zone. (Kaoru was still hurt/ salty by the end and he was allowed to be) 

 Tadashi  is Adam’s second chance with Kaoru being his lingering regret. Even if Adam wanted to try again with him Kaoru has moved on. 

Or  Ainosuke is hit in the head with the fact he still has feelings for Kaoru and   has to actually work his ass off to make it up to Kaoru and has to learn to handle an real adult relationship with someone who adores him but will not put up with his shit.  

I like either option honestly because both would lead to interesting stories. 

So those are just some of my thoughts on Adam x Cherry and or Love blossom. 

So are your thoughts on the subject? 

[moonlightknightess]

thank you very much dear😳😳😳

I have prompts for erepiku!!!

like Eren and Mikasa as fiance, but they agree on an open relationship.

they going staycation with zeke and pieck (married couple)

So when Zeke takes Mikasa to the museum, the place that Eren and Pieck don't like it.

So Eren and Pieck choose not to go with their partner, they choose to stay in hotel, erepiku do 'exciting and hot' activities with their partner's permission😳😳😳

And maybe zeke and mika will have they 'good' day each other too👀

Idk what is this, but open relationship sounds so hot to me.

Eremika x zekepiku open relationship huh 💀👀!? ngl i can't say I am very fond of it 😳 but im sure af the Jaeger bros are unhinged enough to do it 🤭 😆

CW: EreMika Open Relationship / Mentions of other pairings for Eren and Mikasa

Even though it started as a experiment, both Mikasa and Eren can say that opening their relationship served a good purpose! Like, they got to meet a side or themselves they certainly wouldn't have met if they stayed exclusive 🤭

Now, don't get them wrong, they still love each other just as much as they did when they were just the two of them! 😤 but sometimes they can't help themselves, their intrusive thoughts always got the better of them (they simply got too much love and lust to share!!!), and rather than ending things in a bad way, they decided it could be better if they at least tried something different!

So far things have gone smoothly for them, Mikasa loved the sweet, soft way Colt contrasted with Eren in bed 👀 or how Jean just remined her so much of him and at the same time was a whole new world🔥, making her feel like a renewed woman every time she gets to be with either of them

Eren also liked to enjoy himself too! Willy Tybur's sister was always willing to show him a good time whenever they run into each other at work (plus she looked just exaclty like his type, pale skinned and dark haired!) or just playing as Hitch's rebound whenever she breaks up with his boyfriend for the nth time!

Still, they can't help but get drawn to each other, their love and passion growing once they get to share a bed together, the new experiences always a good pace change and the thought of coming back to each other arms despite their several partners they shared themselves woth just strethening their bond in way they didn't know it was possible

It simply worked, just like that

That's why, when they were invited to Liberio to spent the christmas eve with Zeke Jeager, Eren's brother, and Pieck Jeager, his wife, they didn't think about it too much before agreeing! The two of them sharing a recognizing glance that left the other know their intentions

Zeke and Pieck were already pros when it comes to open relationships, 10 years already on it and several partners from both of them! and not a single marital problem at all! if anything, they are the perfect example of healty open relationships! One of the reason why they decided to try i! And a good couple to share with 🤭

They spent the first days at Liberio exploring it, getting to know it, the whole thing just a ruse for Eren to play his cards against an oblivious Pieck, always offering his hand whenever they had to walk throu uneven ground (since she got high heels) or coping her waist shamelessly whenever they wanted to take a photo! Makig her raise up an eye brow only when he tells her how good her nekclece looked on her big cleavage 💀

Obviously she gets taken aback at his mischeavouness, asking herself if he really was crazy enough to go for his half-brother's wife like that! Later on finding herself arouse just at the idea of it ☠☠☠

Just like the good wife she is, she tells her husband about it, who gives her the green light with the condition of getting Mikasa to himslef too! The Jeagers brothers coming to an agreement know that the cat is out the bag 🔥🔥🔥

They get too excited at the idea to be honest, Pieck finding herself answering at his teasing back with her own arsenal! Offering him to look at the piece of jewelry closely to "get Mikasa one like that" or straight up push her cleavage against his arm 😏 Mikasa finding the sight funny and Zeke just letting a heavy sigh at what was about to come

When they arrive at the Ackerman Museum's Parking Lot Eren and Pieck suddenly are unintereseted on it! Something about finding it boring as their only excuse, which leads up to Mikasa and Zeke going, Mikasa really wanted to know about her own heritage and Zeke researched a lot about the Ackerman clan so he could be his guide!

It's only when they are left alone that the true fun begins 😈

Things start slowly at first, Pieck starting small chat with him about how she never learned how to drive and Eren, the always helpful Eren explaining her the basics 🤭 even bothering to seat her on his lap on the driver's seat in order to teach her properly

Believe it or not she actually gets to learn! At least the parts of the vehicle, moving the steerig wheel and holding the big, hard gear shifting lever on her hands before Eren whisper her that that's not the gear lever

That's the breaking point for them, the two of them unleashing their wild sides once they make sure they are alone in that parking lot and that no one was going to catch them 🔥

It's a little bit crampled inside the car but it's not really an issue for Pieck, her small frame helping her to get on the small place where the pedals are and make sure that gear lever gets easier to handle!

Eren doesn't know exactly the reason why but he absolutlely loves the sight of mature women submitting to him! The fact that Pieck was a couple of years older than him just makes him harder in her mouth, the struggle show in her face expression and the tears ruining her mascara a sight to behold!

Maybe it was because she used to tease him way too much when he was still young and she was just Zeke's gf, but he can't help but drive her to her limits, tugging her face back at his pelvis once she tried to retreat or keeping her there and just letting her off the hook only when she started to run out of air, finding satisfaction in the gasps of air she had to take or how she kissed his dick softly afterwards in a plead of mercy 🥵

It doesn't take them too long before they go for the main dish 😏 clothes are scattered to the floor as she rides him this time in a attempt to take the lead!

The inside of the car gets filled quickly with the smell of sweat and the scent of their bodies! Prints of hands are made against the windows as Pieck gets riled up from the back and the outline of his body is plastered in backseat as she rides him! The windows quickly getting fogged with the contrast of hot temperature on the inside and the cold weather from outside

It doesn't take too much strenght from Eren's part to manhandle her up and down of his dick like a mere fleshlight 🥵 his hips pushing up when he forces her little body down and creating a punishing tempo that makes her eyes go white and her mind fuzzy 🤭 her hold to reality being the bites and hickeys she made on his neck as a way to get back at him

It's only when they get a meesage from Zeke telling them that they were coming back that makes them go all out, foreheads flushed together as they taunted each other before Pieck loses all her strenght in her climax, forcing her hips down on him for the last time and making him fill the condom bag to the brim!

When Zeke and Mikasa finally come back, they get hit with the funny smell of salt and the sight of them sweaty as if they ran a marathon, live bites and hickeys standing proudly on tyeir necks but not mentioning any of it none the less

Mikasa only bothers to give him a quick peck on the lips and let him know she will be looking for a hotel room with Zeke, his mind catching up with the unsaid words but shruggin them off, this was the deal he signed for after all...

Ngl i didn't thought it could be this fun to write open relationship eremika 👀 i missed Sasha so much tho 😭

[roguelemon]

Doesn’t the Root of Evil stuff come from ‘Helluva Boss’? Like at the end of “Murder Family” Martha said “May the Root of Evil remain honoured as we continue thy work!” before attempting to burn Millie and Blitzo, and then at the top of the burning pyre was the Root of Evil symbol, which continued to pop up as graffiti in the background of both ‘Hazbin Hotel’ and ‘Helluva Boss’, and also in the ‘Addict’ music video, where at the beginning Angel makes the shape of the symbol with his body?

YEAHHH. I think we may have seen the same post that was somebody trying to find all the hints towards Roo. (Cannot remember their user for the life of me). I THINK (and this is a big maybe) that Roo was also mentioned in a livestream/ interview? Either way it'd be odd to add that many hints and not do anything plot wise. (Ep 1 of Helluva boss came out years ago so it's possible the original plan was to like the two together (ish) with this one character as like an overarching thing. But now I think there'd be copyright issues with crossing them over bc one is on yt for free and amazon has the rights to the other. )

The root of all evil as a character is deffinetly something that would happen in a LATER series though. Which is why I think we don't have much info other than easer eggs yet. So far, it's not too late to cut Roo as a character if there was a rush or cut off point for renewals because the audience have little to no information at all.

Its also possible that Roo is a character meant for helluva boss! And the hazbin parts are the extras. Only reason why I think Roo being more influential in Hazbin is the more likely one is because Helluva seems to focus in more on individual characters with changing antagonists. A larger force/villain like Roo doesn't really fit if you get me.

The theory that Roo is the one that made a deal with Alastor could also fit into either of the "alastor is a massive fraud" and "alastor is super tough". Little evidence for this one though other than the eye motif (most prominently connected to Roo through the eyes watching lucifer as he falls into hell in the opening. The angels are watching him before but when he's in hell it seems like something more sinister is already there, and wondering what the hell (ha) an angel is doing in its territory) Alastor seems to be watched by them in a few scenes and his sheild over the hotel in the finale has them.

Fraud Al would be tempted to make a deal with Roo because hey, who better to get some REAL power from. (Also if Al is a fraud it checks out that he'd be even more cautious of entities more powerful than him, so it'd take a BIG offer to get him to agree to anything surely?)

Not fraud Al would do it out of greed for more, always more. Its also possible that Roo made a deal with Al when he was alive and then he made a deal with Lilith/Eve later on (so Roo is the explanation for his power, rather than a secondary thought). Martha knows enough about Roo in HB e1 to have the symbol and be confident in hunting down demons, so maybe Roo is contactable in some way.

There are unrelated appearances of similar eyes though. Sir pentious for example, so it could be grasping at straws. But damn if I don't love taking a fistful of the most curly bendy straws and trying to figure out how to drink through them.

The eye motif tying together Roo and the angels is also visual storytelling brilliance imo. The two sides of the same coin are litteraly staring each other in the face.

There's a lot you can do with the Roo theories but my favourite is just trying to tie them back into the main plot and what do you know! I can fit it in with both Alastor versions! An absolute win! =3

[bakumu-archive]

a silent question

bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

summary: kirishma uses his big brain to figure out why exactly bakugou is being so doting this christmas eve, it can’t be because you're… oh my god, are you?

cw: fluff, parenting, pregnancy, christmas eve traditions, kiri has a partner and children but they are only mentioned in passing (its @eijirosriot lol), and a hug where reader is lifted a little

a/n: this was inspired because I want to have his babies so bad, as many as he wants, i do not care. This also maybe might fit into the ruby red series in the future because this is apart of my self ship story, but it's totally not related to anything happening right now. its just a nice lil one shot. merry christmas, happy holidays, and all that jazz.

this is a part of the @goldenshoyo holiday collab for day 24! christmas eve! check out the masterlist here!

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Kirishima sits across from you and Bakugou at his large dinner table, the red walls of the room contrasting beautifully with the Christmas tree decorated in the corner, and the soft holiday music fighting to be heard in the background is the opposite of the screaming children around him.

When your families get together, it always ends up loud like this. Your oldest and Kirishima's oldest are very close in age, and both boys are so excited about everything, they can't help but yell, and today they are shouting about who can finish their dinner first because for some reason they think they get to open their presents the second they finish eating.

Eijiro’s twins aren't helping the situation either; they are trying to tell their older brother that it doesn't matter who finishes first, Christmas Eve presents are opened from youngest to oldest, but their arguments are completely lost in the chaos.

And then there's your and Katsuki's youngest daughter, the princess of the group, or at least she usually is. She is currently crying, refusing to eat her dinner because her older brother told her the rice was made out of bugs.

Yep, just a normal Christmas eve for the Bakugou and Kirishima families.

The tradition started when the boys were born. It was nice to spend the evening together watching the babies wrap their tiny hands around your finger and giggle when they saw each other. Now it's still just as exciting, except there are more of them and they are louder and love to run everywhere.

The only thing missing is Kirishima’s partner who couldn't get the night off, but Eijiro gave them a kiss before they left and told them that he could handle it, and he can. But the yelling is starting to get to him and you as well.

Your eyes are closed and your fingers are rubbing along your brow bone, trying to soothe away a migraine.

Katsuki, who was trying to convince the princess to eat, looks over at your motion and Eijiro can see the fierce look of protection in his eyes.

“Oi! Inside voices. Now,” Bakugou barks at the boys, and they instantly quiet, sensing the unwavering energy radiating off of Katsuki.

Kirishima furrows his eyebrows, watching the way his best friend turns to you and begins rubbing your back in circles. It reminds him of something… but what is it?

There’s a nagging feeling at the back of his mind and he takes another bite of his food before replaying the evening in his head.

His first note of evidence: Bakugou is being too doting on you tonight. Sure, he has always been protective, but when the two of you walked in the door this evening, Katsuki wouldn't even let you take your own shoes off. Nor would he let you help cook dinner or help set the table. And you were only allowed to help serve the plates when you finally put your foot down. Kirishma has only seen Bakugou like this three times in his life: first on your wedding day, and the second and third times when you were pregnant with your kids.

Secondly: you're not drinking any alcohol or eating any fish, which honestly doesn't clue him in to a lot since those don’t always happen when he sees you. Sometimes you just aren't in the mood or you’re driving a drunk Bakugou home, but… it's not nothing, he thinks. Maybe he should test his theory.

“Here,” he says, placing a piece of sushi onto your plate. “You didn't have any yet, right? You can have some of mine.”

Katsuki instantly whips his head around, looking at your plate before glancing at you with wide eyes.

“Thanks Ei,” you say, trying to wave off the death glare that Katsuki is sending you. “But I'm not really feeling sushi tonight.”

Kirishima takes the sushi off your plate, checking off the ‘no fish’ box in his head.

He takes a bite and chews, pondering the rest of the night. The only other weird thing was when Kirishima gave you and Katsuki your Christmas gift before dinner.

It's a trip for two to visit one of the most beautiful hot springs in all of Japan. It should have been the perfect gift; he's even heard both of you mentioning wanting to go there but when he presented the tickets, he was met with silence and worried looks.

An overprotective husband, no alcohol or raw fish, no hot springs— they are essentially hot tubs, right? All of these things usually come with—

“Holy shit,” Eijiro chokes, chopsticks slipping from his fingers and landing on his plate with a clang.

His twins stare up at him like he just committed a cardinal sin. “Dad said a bad word,” one of them chastises before the other joins in with, “That's a dollar to the swear jar.”

Kirishima feels like he's being held at gunpoint with the way both of their palms stretch out expectantly. He reaches in his pocket, fishing out a spare dollar and holding it for them to snatch. “If you're done eating, why don't you go separate the presents, I need to talk to Uncle Katsuki and Aunt Y/N for a second.”

The kids leave the table, and you call after them, “Don't open them or we will return them!”

A chorus of ‘yes’s and squeals is all you receive and you take another drink of your water.

You can hear the kids fussing with the presents in the other room, but they know not to test the rules; one year you did actually take the presents away, if only temporarily.

“So…” Kirishima starts, looking expectantly between the two of you.

Katsuki narrows his eyes at him in response. “So?”

Eijiro’s eyebrows raise and he shakes his head a little, “Are you guys…?”

“Ei, just spit it out,” you laugh, cutting the tension between the two pro heros.

“Areyouguyspregnant?” he blurts out, immediately bowing his head and clashing his hands in front of him, praying that Bakugou doesn't blow up his house.

You look over at Katsuki, and he is already looking at you with a half smile. You raise your eyebrows at him in silent question: should we tell him?

Katsuki’s smile gets bigger, crinkling his eyes as he nods his head towards Kirishima as if saying: go ahead.

You cup Katsuki’s cheek, and he nuzzles into your palm. He's so absolutely smitten with you, especially when you're pregnant. It makes up for how overprotective he gets.

Truly, it is a little too soon to start telling people about it, as you haven't even told either of your families yet, but it's Eijiro. He's your confidant, your partner-in-crime, Katsuki’s best friend, and yours too, if you're being honest.

Katsuki takes your hand in his and rests it on his thigh, giving it a light encouraging squeeze.

“Kirishima Eijiro, how do you always figure these things out?” you sigh with a giggle, “Yes, we’re pregnant—”

He rises from his seat, raising his fists in glory. “I knew it!” he exclaims, running over to your side of the table. He pulls you from your seat and wraps you in a huge hug, lifting you slightly off the ground and swaying back and forth.

Katsuki stands up, putting a hand heated by his quirk on Eijiro’s shoulder and a wicked gleam in his eye, “She just told you she was pregnant and you come over here, yanking her outta her chair, and start swinging her around?”

Kirishima puts you down gently and releases you with a smile before he launches himself at Bakugou.

“You're so right, man! I should have attacked you instead!” Kirishima’s whole body is wrapped around Katsuki’s, clinging on to him like a koala. “I'm so happy for the both of you!”

You can hear the slight waver in his voice like he's about to cry, and you lock eyes with Katsuki. He looks torn between being irritated at his buffoon of a best friend for enveloping him in a heavy-ass hug and the joy of sharing this life-changing news to one of the most important people in his life.

You put a hand on Kirishima's back and lean against Katsuki’s arm in the weirdest group hug you've ever had, but you're so happy right now you feel like you could cry.

Your small moment of bliss is soon interrupted by a large crash followed promptly by the wailing of not one, but two children.

The twins come rushing into the dining room, stopping dead in their tracks when they see the sight of their father clinging on to his best friend. They try to process what they're looking at before one of them speaks up, “You know what—” and the other finishes “—nevermind.”

They slowly back out of the room like they are inching away from a hungry predator and then bolt back towards the commotion.

Kirishima climbed off of Bakugou and gives you one of his shining smiles before he's rushing off after the twins.

You go to follow him when Katsuki grabs your hand and pulls you into him. He kisses your forehead and you feel love bloom across your chest.

“Just think,��� he whispers, smiling against your skin. “By this time next year there will be another one.”

[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

Blowing Off Steam

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Things have always been tense between the reader and Bucky, but what happens when things come to a head?

Word count: 4,269

Warnings: Mature readers only 18+ - minors do not interact! Vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, Dom/sub themes (who doesn’t love a bratty sub), unprotected sex (always use contraception), swearing.

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“You’re lucky I saved your ass!”

“Well, no one fucking asked you to, did they?”

“No, so it looks like I’m not such a fucking prick after all, eh, Y/N?”

“Nope. You’re still a fucking prick, Bucky. Nothing in this world will ever make me change my mind about it either.”

“Need I remind you that -”

“Oh, shut up, the both of you!”

Steve’s voice cuts through the argument, effectively rendering the pair of you mute. It's surprising how long it's taken someone to crack, given the fact that your argument with Bucky started about an hour ago when the team entered the quinjet.

"Every goddamn time you're around each other you gotta argue about something," he continues, holding the attention of most of the team. "I don't want to hear another fucking word out of either of you for the rest of the ride home."

"Good job, Dad," Tony quips.

"But Bucky -"

"But Y/N-"

The pair of you speak at the same time, but Steve cuts you off again.

"Not. Another. Word." He punctuates each word with a jab of his authoritative pointer finger into the air between you. "This is the end of it. Silence. Now."

It takes a moment as you wrestle with the impulse to protest, but you ultimately sit back into your seat, folding your arms tightly over your chest. Bucky seems to do the same, his expression grumpy as ever as the two of you lock eyes.

"Fuck you," you mouth, extending a middle finger toward him.

"Fuck you," he counters silently.

You roll your eyes, settling back once more.

There has never been any real explanation, but from the moment you met him, you and Bucky have locked horns. He's stubborn, pigheaded, so full of himself and the way he operates that you can't help but be annoyed by him.

Then again, a good number of the team are cursed with the same qualities but you seem to get along quite well with them.

What is it about Bucky?

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Per Steve's demand, there wasn't a single word passed between you and Bucky the rest of the way home. You stripped yourself of your gear after Steve's Dad Moment before sitting back and allowing yourself to take a nap the rest of the way home in your t-shirt and tactical pants. It wasn't until you got into the compound and to your desk in the team's shared office that any of your frustration boiled over again.

"Fucking asshole," you muttered between gritted teeth as you glanced over at Bucky's empty desk; his paperwork sits on the surface, needing to be done, but the man himself is nowhere to be found. Granted you are the only one at your desk doing paperwork.

Or so you thought.

"Thinking about me again?" you hear him say behind you.

You swivel in your chair to face him, his face smug as ever as steam rises up from the two mugs of coffee he holds.

"Well, not everything is about you, Bucky," you say. "Believe it or not."

"I would believe it if it were true," he grins; you make to reply, but he carries on. "I was gonna give this to you as a peace offering," he says, gesturing with one of the mugs of coffee, "but I don’t think you’ve learned Steve's lesson yet. So I'm just gonna keep it for myself. I am so tired, anyway."

He strides toward his desk, swaggering with each step, and it's almost as if you can't help the knee-jerk reaction of sticking your foot out into his path. His feet get caught up with yours, tripping him up enough that he loses grip of the mugs and stumbles forward; the mugs smash on the floor, but Bucky's reflexes refuse to let him fall too. He straightens up quickly, turning on his heel and staring daggers at you.

"Enjoy your coffee, Sergeant Barnes," you chuckle.

"What the fuck?" Bucky shouts.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you begin, wanting to taunt him but you get no further.

"Y/N, Bucky."

The two of you turn to Steve, who has finally returned to the office dressed in a basic t-shirt and jeans. He is more stern than you've ever seen him, standing with his arms crossed and his expression disappointed. He is very much the captain with his stance, staring the two of you down as if you were naughty children.

"Clean this up and then meet me in the conference room," he directs, his voice low and tone ominous.

You watch as he leaves, then switch your gaze to Bucky; you don't know what's about to happen, but something tells you Steve has had enough of the bullshit. It's possible you're about to lose your spot on the team, you think, and panic fills your chest as you stand from your chair, ignoring Bucky to the fullest as you reach for a trash can.

"Fuck," you murmur, picking up shards of mug and tossing them into the bin.

Bucky appears shortly after with several towels in hand, wiping up the coffee and smaller pieces before just chucking them into the bin, too.

With the mess cleaned up, the two of you silently march to the conference room where Steve sits at the head of the table.

"Oh, good," he says sarcastically, "you two managed to work together and accomplish something in a timely fashion, how about that?"

You take your seat next to him, wanting to ask what this is about but knowing full well what he's about to say. Bucky sits opposite you, quiet and brooding, and you feel a lurch of annoyance in your belly. You roll your eyes again, looking to Steve, trying to convey in your eyes the question, "How long do I have to stay here with him?" Steve doesn't look at you, though, his eyes fixed on his folded hands in front of him before he speaks.

"I don't know what it is about the two of you being around each other, but whatever it is, you need to cut it out," he says. "It's detrimental to the team working as a whole, not to mention it is fucking irritating."

Something in you rises to be defensive, but another, more rational side begins to kick in, keeping your mouth shut for a moment.

"The number of complaints I get from everyone else is almost ridiculous, guys. And it's only a matter of time before the two of you are bickering like an old married couple and someone gets hurt because you're not giving your full attention."

You had been so caught up with how much you and Bucky annoyed each other that not much else in your mind spared the time to think about how it might affect the team and your missions. Steve is right - and you know it - that one of these days, you and Bucky will be going at it and one of you will slip. You won't necessarily be the one who suffers, but it's likely that if the two of you continue on with your childish back-and-forth, you might lose track of a target, lose a mission, or worse, lose a teammate. With that thought, shame floods you, and you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest and gritting your teeth to keep from saying anything stupid.

"With that being said," Steve continues, "you two need to figure this out as soon as possible. What really gets me is that you're both so valuable to the team, but you let your bullshit get in the way of your effectiveness." Steve glances at the door, his expression shifting ever so slightly. "Actually... I'm gonna leave you two here for a minute, something just came up."

The slightest surge of panic rears in your chest as Steve gets up from his chair. You watch him incredulously as he leaves you here with Bucky, closing the door behind him. If you're not mistaken, though, you hear the door lock and your panic peaks just a little more.

You rise from your seat, following Steve's footsteps to the door and trying the handle; it doesn't budge.

"Fuck," you mumble. "FRIDAY, unlock the door, please."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," FRIDAY replies, "the orders are to keep the door locked for the next thirty minutes, barring an emergency."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" you grumble, rubbing the palms of your hands into your eyes.

You almost don't register it, but you hear Bucky chuckle, a quiet laugh that brings your attention to him.

"What's funny about this?" you demand, just as quietly.

He sits back in his chair, strangely relaxed given that he's locked into the room with you. There's genuine amusement in his expression as he lounges, setting his hands on top of his head.

"Typical Steve," he says, looking at you with a sparkle in his eye. "Thinking he can save everyone."

You don't say anything, but shrug helplessly in agreement - probably agreeing with Bucky for the first time since you've known him.

"I guess he doesn't realize that he can't save everyone," you mutter, sitting back down.

Bucky shrugs this time. "That thought has never even occurred to him, I can promise you that."

Sparing a glance at Bucky, you fall into silence, unsure of what to say. He doesn't offer anything either, his smile slowly fading as the seconds tick on. The air thickens around you, the awkwardness growing more ungainly the longer neither of you speak. Though, it's possible that the whole thirty minutes have elapsed or that it's only been a few seconds before you figure out something to say.

"I'm sorry I tripped you earlier," you say quietly.

Bucky had been staring at the table, but he brings his gaze to you, studying you with a curiosity he has never once shown you before. He seems to take his time before he replies.

"I accept your apology," he says, leaning forward and putting his elbows on the table. "I'm sorry for... everything."

The moment hangs there, seconds ticking by as the two of you study each other; now that you look at him, finally confronting the reasons why you tease and antagonize him, you figure that maybe he's not always so grumpy-looking. There's a sparkle in his blue eyes, something witty and sweet that you've never allowed yourself to notice before. He's got a strong jaw, pretty pink lips, and a smile to die for. At once, it clicks why you've been so eager to step on every one of his nerves.

Something shifts in his expression, and he pushes his chair back, standing up. He doesn't take his eyes from you as he circles the table, but you push your chair back, too, taking after his lead. By the time he reaches you, you stand, facing him as the space between you shrinks.

Then, as if magnets pull you together, the pair of you collide; Bucky's flesh fingers curve around the back of your head, cradling it as he lowers his lips to yours. Despite how out of the blue this is, you melt into him, your hands finding his waist and pulling him close. His kiss is warm, his body taut under your touch as his other arm curls around your body, pressing your chests together. Your skin tingles in every place it meets his as the kiss deepens, each of you parting your lips for the other as your tongues explore new territory.

Then, as if your bodies can't get close enough, Bucky leans forward, his hands gripping your thighs as he lifts you onto the table. He doesn't once break the kiss, but as soon as you're settled, his hips knock your knees apart. Instinctively, your legs wrap around him, urging him closer to you. Your arms curl around his neck, too, making sure he doesn't get too far away from you. He responds, taking you in his arms in kind.

You don't know how long it lasts, and you don't care, especially when his lips stray, tracing your jaw and finding your pulse.

"Oh, Bucky," you sigh, your skin on fire from his touch.

"James," he says quietly against your neck.

For a moment, you pull back, staring into his eyes and smiling.

"James," you acknowledge, and he smiles too.

In the next second, though, a wickedness settles into his expression, a sly grin taking the sweet smile's place as his hands meet the button and fly of your pants. He pulls them open, his hand diving immediately into your panties.

"Fuck!" you gasp as his fingers slip between you lips, brushing over your clit to briefly dive into your heat.

"God damn," he groans. "Doll, you feel so good. You're so fucking wet for me."

You scoff, looking him dead in the eye. "Please. I'm sure if it were anyone else I'd still be just as wet."

"You sure about that?" he says, his eyes glittering with promise as he presses his fingertips to your clit, circling the singing nerves as if he's known how to all his life.

"Mmm," you hum, your fingers bunching into the front of his shirt as you pull him forward. "We'll just have to see, I guess."

"You're damn right," he says before crushing his lips to yours. He slips his fingers into you, his thumb working circles against your clit, and you moan into his mouth. "That's right, doll. I make you feel so fucking good, don't I?"

A sly smile of your own tugs at your lips as you pull your head back.

"Meh, I've had better."

He pauses for a moment, staring you in the face before he chuckles. He takes his hand from you as he uses his free hand to push you by the shoulder, urging you onto your back before he tugs your pants off, taking your panties with them.

"Spread those legs for me, Y/N," he orders softly, and you comply.

At once, his hand finds your heat again, his metal fingers diving in and curling against your g-spot as his flesh fingers work your clit. In no time at all, you writhe on the tabletop, the entirety of your energy focused on not coming, not giving in to his ego. It's no use, however, as he hits the right spots at the right time.

"Fuck!" you grunt, your toes curling as ecstasy explodes from your core; the orgasm rips through your body, rushing through your blood with a ferocity you've never known before as your heart pounds from your chest.

"I fucking told you, doll," Bucky teases, his hands slowing down before he removes them. "Look at you. All wrecked for me."

"You wish," you say, rising up onto your elbows to see Bucky's grin falter just slightly. "Why don't you really wreck me, James? Why don't you fuck the attitude out of me?"

Heat floods your body at the idea, but just then, Bucky smiles wider as the mischievous glint in his eyes seems to take him over completely.

"You want me," he begins slowly, his hands dropping to his belt, "to fuck," he undoes his belt, popping open the button on his pants, "the attitude," he pulls on the zipper, slipping his underwear down enough that his cock tumbles from its confines and into his hand, "out of you?"

Your eyes fix on his engorged, weighty flesh as he strokes himself, imagining what it would feel like to be split in half by it.

"You want it," he says; it's not a question at all, but an entirely accurate statement.

You meet his eyes once more to see the cockiest expression on his face.

"And what if I said yes?" you reply.

Bucky leans in, his lips close to yours.

"Beg me for it," he murmurs against your mouth.

"No," you say, pushing him away gently as you slip off the table; your hand just barely closes around his girth and strokes. "I won't beg for it." You get to your knees, coming face to face with his gorgeous cock. "But you will."

"You think so, Y/N?" he laughs, but moans the minute you take him into your mouth. "Fuuuuuuck."

You swirl your tongue around the head before taking him as far back into your mouth as you can. Bucky nearly whimpers the moment the tip enters the back of your throat and you swallow around him. It takes everything you've got to keep from laughing at him as he leans over, bracing himself on the table.

Bobbing your head along his shaft, you listen to him; he curses, making pleas to God as you work him up. He tries to hold it together, but the way you suck and lick and tease has him squirming. Before you know it, though, he yanks himself from you with a growl, picking you up off the floor and turning you around; his erection presses against your ass as he twines his fingers in your hair, pressing your hips against the table.

"Baby doll," he croons in your ear, his chest hard against your back. "You think you're so cute, eh? Just you wait, Y/N. Just you wait."

He presses you down onto the tabletop, his hand still gripping your hair. Almost instantly, you feel the tip of his cock brush your lips, sliding along your heat to press against your clit for just a moment. He does this a few times before he finally presses into your center.

The moment hangs in the air as your anticipation grows, your yearning to be filled finally being granted only Bucky doesn't continue. He stays, just the tip of his cock planted in you for a moment before it slips out again, and you let out the smallest whine.

"Oh, doll," he says, his tone mocking. "Did you want that? Did you want my big fat cock inside you?"

You collect your wits, unwilling to let him win.

"I bet you want to get inside me, James," you say, your hand finding his in your hair. "God, I bet you want to fuck me. I bet you've always wanted to fuck me, from the minute you met me."

He slips his cock along your heat again, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning as it meets your clit; he bounces his cock against it a few times before teasing it with gentle circles.

"I bet you've thought of nothing but this pussy since I joined the team," you continue, baiting him into giving in. "I bet that's why you're such a prick, because you could never have it. You wanna know what I think, James?"

"What do you think, Y/N?" he replies, replacing his tip back into your center as he leans over you, his face growing closer to yours.

"I think," you say, adjusting so you can see his face better, "that there have been so many times that you've imagined having me. Times when you found yourself imagining me in this exact position, with your dick buried inside me, and couldn't help but rub one out. You ever fucked yourself to the thought of me, James?"

Bucky chuckles. "Doll, you have no idea. But if we're placing bets, I bet you've done the same. You think I don't know? On all those missions we've been on, you think I didn't hear you fuck yourself in the next room? That I don't know that's how you blow off steam?"

You smile as he presses just a little further into your heat.

"Doll," he says, standing up and bringing you with him until your back arches against his chest, his lips brushing your ear as he continues, "you think I haven't heard you call my name?"

"Looks like we're at an impasse," you chuckle.

Bucky laughs too, dragging hot, wet kisses along your neck for a second.

"Nah," he says, letting go of your hair as he slowly curls his hand around your neck, pushing your head back onto his shoulder. "Because I've got the upper hand here."

"So you think," you quip as he presses just a little further into you; your body tenses, awaiting the full feeling of his cock.

"Oh, I know, Y/N," he says, retreating just a little. “I know for damn sure. Now, what do we say?”

“I don’t know, what do we say?”

He offers a dark chuckle as he pulls all the way out. “If you’re not gonna be a good girl, I won’t fuck you.”

“I wish I could believe you, Barnes,” you reply. “But seeing as how I haven’t complied with you yet and you’re still here with your hard-on poking me in the ass cheek, I just can’t take you all that seriously.”

“That’s fair,” he says before suddenly letting go of you. 

You turn around, fairly surprised as you watch him hitch his pants back up, putting his cock away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you say with an incredulous laugh. 

“Well, I’m sitting back down until Steve gets back,” he says, checking the time. "There's still about fifteen minutes before he gets back."

Once more collecting your wits, you smile. With an idea coalescing in your brain, you stride to his side of the table, hopping up onto the tabletop right next to him to ensure that he sees everything you're about to work with.

"Well, then," you say, spreading your legs as your fingers meet your aching clit. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm a little worked up right now and I need to, as you said, blow off steam."

Bucky's smile falters as his eyes drop from yours to between your legs, watching you work. The very fact that he's watching sends another flood of arousal to your already dripping cunt, your need for release growing stronger by the second.

"Mmm," you hum, slipping your fingers into yourself.

Bucky doesn't look away once. On the contrary, he rises from his seat, looking pained as he witnesses your pleasure. You put on a show, your moans and whimpers growing more frequent; the move has the desired effect as Bucky's hand drops to the erection in his pants, palming it through the fabric.

"Fuck," he murmurs, yanking his pants down once more. He moves forward, hand around his cock to position himself inside you, but you were waiting for this; you lean forward, pressing your hand against his chest to stop his progress toward you.

"I'm sorry," you say, "but what are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you," he says, stepping forward once more, but you hold your ground.

"Says who?"

"Says me."

He moves forward again, but you still keep him at bay.

"And what do we say, James?" you purr.

"What?" he replies.

You lean closer to him, your lips almost brushing his as you say, "Beg me for it."

"Are you serious?" he says, getting impatient.

"Damn right I am," you reply.

Bucky struggles with it for a moment, but seems to decide to fold.

"Y/N," he says, stroking his cock, a drop of precum beading on the tip. "Please."

"Please what?" you reply, relishing in the frustration showing through his features.

"Please, please, let me fuck you."

You grin, satisfied that you won, as you let your hand slide around the back of his neck from his chest, pulling his mouth against yours as he immediately buries himself inside you.

"Ah!" you moan against his lips as he fills you to the hilt.

"God fucking dammit," he groans. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N."

At once, he begins thrusting, his hands holding tight onto your hips as he moves. You lean back onto one arm, your other hand finding your clit once again, pressing circles against yourself.

"Fuck, Y/N," he says, his thrusts growing quicker.

His cock drags along your g-spot, the perfect sensation to accompany your clitoral stimulation. In next to no time, you snap, your body bombarded by your next orgasm.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky says through gritted teeth as you pulse around him.

His grip tightens on you as his hips press quicker, harder than ever, before they stutter; he pulls out, his hand grasping his cock and stroking it until he comes. Spurts of cum land on your thigh, thick and warm, as Bucky tries to get his breathing under control, his forehead landing on your shoulder for support.

He takes a moment, straightening up once he’s gotten control of himself. As he backs away, his eyes fix on yours, a soft grin pulling at his lips. He puts himself back together, zipping and buttoning his pants deliberately.

“You win,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. 

“I know,” you laugh, watching as he moves around the table to grab your pants and underwear from where he pulled them off of you. He walks them back to you, handing them over. “Clean it.”

Once more, his mischief is written all over his face as he bends down, using his tongue to mop up his mess. The sensation tingles along your thigh to your core, and you wish you had longer than just the thirty minutes allotted to the two of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, staying put as he stands back up.

“Good boy,” you say, pulling his face to yours for a kiss.

“Looks like I’m your bitch now,” he says with a chuckle.

“Oh, doll,” you say, taking delight in the look on his face as you use his word. “It was bound to happen.”

[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed ii, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x est. relationship yoongi

summary: You know Min Yoongi loves you when he invites Jeon Jungkook to fuck you. Not just for you, but for Jungkook too. You would have been cool with it being a one-time thing. BTS are busy after all. 2021 New Year’s Eve Live just aired and Jungkook’s in your Twitter search history again. But surely Yoongi wouldn’t ask Jungkook to drop by again... and watch?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (and they’re fluffy and in love); tiny bit of crack; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, voyeurism, m-receiving oral, face-fucking, fingering, thigh-riding, cowgirl, handjob, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; takes place after 2021 NYEL

it’s mostly JK smut with a bit of Yoongi, he’s still recovering after all

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“You looked so handsome.”

He chuckled as you ran your hands through his black locks, damp from his shower.

“Seeing you with them on stage again makes me so happy.”

He smiled, hands on your waist, letting you mess with his hair.

“Me too,” your boyfriend said softly, looking so beautiful, so perfect, just like this, bare-faced and happy.

You placed your forehead against his exposed one, looking into his dark brown eyes. He looked amused, as if he knew what you were going to say.

“I love you, Min Yoongi.”

“Ah, yes, tell me more,” Yoongi purred. “Tell me how much of a perfect man I am.”

You laughed, lifting your head. “No, no, I’ve decided against that,” you played along, shaking your finger at him. “Because you didn’t immediately say ‘I love you’ back.”

Yoongi scrunched up his face. “Hah…” He looked away. You prodded him in a nose and he gave you a disgruntled huff, ears turning red. He wasn’t keeping it from you because he didn’t love you. He was keeping it from you because he was being difficult on purpose. You tapped his cheek.

“Wa-a-ting, lil meow meow…”

He glared at you disapprovingly.

“Lil…” You leaned down, next to his heated ear. Speaking softer, slower. “Meow meow.”

“I love you,” Yoongi grumbled.

Your hands ran down his chest, nails against the white t-shirt fabric, breathing heavier, more sensually. He sucked in a tight breath.

“Don’t,” he warned.

You stopped and sighed, falling beside him, on his right. “Ah, you’re right. Sorry,” you apologized, rubbing your brow. “I got carried away.”

Yoongi sighed. “You know I don’t mean it like that.”

You reached down to intertwine your fingers with his right hand. “I know. I can tell.”

“… Shut up.”

He knew you were addressing the tent in his pants that you very much wanted to touch.

“If I just blow you, it should be fine?”

Yoongi sighed again, shaking his head. “No, because I can’t reciprocate as well as I would like and that’s not fair to you.”

You didn’t press it. That kind of thing didn’t matter to you, but it mattered to Yoongi, so you let it be. Maybe you could have done it anyway, but you knew that wouldn’t make him happy. It was better to simply wait, even if he was allowed to be on stage again, at least partially. He was recovering at a good pace. Both of you agreed to be patient and sometimes had to keep the other in check.

“When do you have to go back to work?” he asked quietly.

“Soon.”

“You don’t have to go back.”

You laughed. “And do what? Become your maid?”

Yoongi grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Someone will find out.”

His grin faltered and he leaned his head against your shoulder. “Yeah.” His voice was small, barely above a whisper. “But I’m feel the happiest when I’m with you.”

“I’m always with you, Yoongi.” You reached over and tapped the left side of his chest. “Right here.”

You felt him stiffen at your touch, a little embarrassed at the cheesy movement. His brown eyes flickered up to your face, to your smirk. Because, of course, you had done it on purpose to fluster him, even if you meant it. He pouted at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm, that’s not what your Twitter search history says.”

“E… eh?” you uttered, feeling the heat rise to your face. “You were looking through my phone?”

“Does you leaving the screen on count as looking through your phone?”

You looked away from Yoongi’s teasing eyes. You were about to say something but Yoongi squeezed your hand, leaning in closer.

“No, no, don’t say that. I want you to tell me.” His lips against your ear, sending shivers down your neck. “I want to know everything, my love.”

Shit. You could feel your heart race when he spoke like that, so low and dangerous. You tried to keep your hormones in check, not wanting to get turned on and jump him, because if he kept this up, you most certainly would.

“Ah, well… he just… looked so nice in the Dynamite and Best of Me performance. And the Mic Drop performance. Not as nice as you, of course,” you added with a slight puff of pride, squeezing his hand back.

“Nice save.”

“Hey, I mean it,” you retorted. “Hmph.”

He chuckled, raspy and lovely. “I know you do.” He kissed your ear lightly. “But I also know Jungkookie is missing his noona, so I had to make sure you were still wet for him.”

Before you make a snarky remark, the front door opened.

Your eyes went wide and you snapped your head back to the mischievous expression on Min Yoongi’s face.

“Y-Yoongi!” you hissed under your breath. “You’re right here!”

He ticked his head, smirking at you. “That I am.” His voice dropped several octaves as you heard the relocking of the door and the removal of shoes. “And now, so is Jungkook.”

You paled. Was Yoongi going to watch you or something? There was no way you could initiate anything sexual with Jungkook with Yoongi next to you! You felt your cheeks burn as Yoongi smirked triumphantly, pink tongue running over his teeth. Wasn’t this taking it too far–?

“Noona?” came the gentle voice of Jeon Jungkook, with just a hint of teasing. “Are you aslee–HYUNG?”

Evidently, Jungkook thought the exact same thing.

You bolted up from the bed, eyes wide as Jungkook rounded the corner and abruptly stopped, wearing an oversized long-sleeved black shirt. Black sweatpants. Black hair fluffy and curly around his cheeks, looking so soft that you wanted to run your fingers through it. He was taken aback at the appearance of Yoongi, who lifted himself from the bed like a cat, in one smooth motion. His right hand raised and ruffled his shorter black hair, raspy chuckle on his lips as he witnessed your and Jungkook’s equally stunned expressions.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped down and he looked away quickly, realizing Yoongi was in his boxer briefs and still semi-hard from being so close to you. His eyes darted everywhere in the room, unable to look at you or Yoongi. There were probably a million things going on in his head as he fixated on a spot on the floor, eyes open and unblinking.

One, it was obvious why he was there.

Two, Yoongi was also here?

Three, if he looked at you sexually, wouldn’t that be weird, because Yoongi was here??

Four, why is Yoongi here???

“I should g-go–” Jungkook sputtered, angling his body away from the bedroom.

“Jungkook, come here.”

Yoongi’s stern voice froze the younger man in mid-movement, leg raised awkwardly in the air. Jungkook was still not looking at either of you.

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you?”

“Ah… hyung, I was only–”

“Don’t insult my girlfriend by pretending you don’t want her.”

You could tell those words made Jungkook pause. He turned around, slowly, eyes flickering to Yoongi’s calm face. Yoongi cocked his head at in your direction, dark brown eyes boring into Jungkook’s. You sat there, frozen in one of Yoongi’s oversized t-shirts, witnessing the interaction that was probably a lot more tense for you and Jungkook than it was for Yoongi. Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, revealing the tiny mole under it, uncertainty etched on his features.

“She’s already told me how good you made her feel.”

Jungkook flinched. His eyes flickered to you. “R-really?”

“W-well… he asked?” you replied, wringing your hands nervously. “He wanted to know the details.”

Jungkook’s tan skin paled a bit. “O-oh…”

Yoongi cracked his neck, sliding into his computer chair. He seemed very pleased with himself. Too pleased. Smug, even. “I especially liked the part where you spanked her. She can be a bad girl sometimes.”

Instantly, Jungkook turned into a tomato. “T-that was in the h-heat of the moment, I s-swear…”

“Yeah?” Yoongi hummed knowingly.

You made the mistake of looking at Yoongi’s eyes. Dark and alluring, noticing your gaze immediately and honing in on it. His lips curved into his trademark open-mouthed smirk. Fuck. You loved it when he did that. Too much. He knew it too. Fuck. Fuck. Yoongi was doing it on purpose, enjoying his effect on you as he ran a pale hand through his hair, separating the dark strands, flexing his fingers as he did so.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Take off the shirt.”

He was staring at you, so he obviously meant you. You gulped.

“Yoongi, are you su–”

He interrupted you, dark eyes flashing. “Take it off.”

Your eyes shifted to Jungkook, whose doe-like brown eyes were fixated on you too, unable to look away now because Yoongi had given you an order. And you could tell Yoongi that you weren’t going to do it, but Jungkook was wanting it, needing it, the tent in his pants growing, anxiously chewing his pink lip raw, and, fuck, you could refuse but Jungkook looked so desperate and delectable that your fingers went to the hem of the shirt, eyes flickering back to Yoongi, who grinned at you.

Deep down, you wanted to please Yoongi too, and he seemed very, very satisfied to watch you lift the shirt up and over your head. He purred your name, in that enticing way you loved.

“Give it to me.”

You tossed it to him and Yoongi caught it in the air. The action made your tits bounce and your ass rise a little, giving Jungkook a clear view of your body in your black bra and panties, seamless, comfortable, molded so perfectly to your curves that Jungkook’s lower lip popped out of his teeth, wet and glistening as he gawked at you.

“Hyung,” Jungkook swallowed. “I c-couldn’t… not in front of you…”

Yoongi turned his attention from you to the maknae, looking unsurprised as Jungkook continued to focus on your body. The way Yoongi spoke sent hot, arousing shivers down your spine. His words sounded familiar, echoing the text he had sent you that day.

“You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”

I want you to tell me.

Fuck, Min Yoongi really was your perfect man.

Your eyes locked with Jungkook’s. If Yoongi didn’t want this to happen, he wouldn’t have let Jungkook keep the key. He wouldn’t have told Jungkook it was okay to come over. He wouldn’t have stayed if he didn’t want to watch. And Jungkook’s resolve was cracking with his hyung’s words and his noona’s nearly naked body right in front of him.

Jungkook breathed your name, hesitant, needy.

No honorifics.

A slow smirk grew on your lips.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you purred. “Don’t you want my taste in your mouth again?” You saw the younger man’s breathing hitch. “My hands all over you?” Jungkook was taking a step towards you now, his fluffy hair sliding down to shroud his face. Your gaze darted to Yoongi for half a second. He cocked his eyebrows, nodding at you. Telling you it was okay. You looked back to Jungkook’s hungry eyes, chest rising and falling as he approached the bed.

“My pussy squeezing your cock?”

A low groan dripped from Jungkook’s lips at your words. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white.

“H-hyung.” Jungkook swallowed hard and tore his eyes away from you to Yoongi. “I… I won’t be able to hold back.”

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, settling comfortably. The expression on his face was approval, his dark brown eyes glittering with mischief, pink lips curled into a devious smirk. His tone was a low, mind-numbing drawl, the one he used when he was on top of you, cock-deep and pressing your legs against your chest, whispering dirty words right against your lips.

“Good, because she deserves everything. I want her to be ruined.”

…

You should have been more careful about your crush on Jungkook. Yoongi was definitely going to use it against you now. Ack. What was he so observant for? You wouldn’t have done anything, but now Jungkook was crawling on the bed, breathing hard, looking so delicious and hot that you couldn’t back out now even if you wanted. More hair slid in front of his left eye, covering it, the other single chocolate orb unblinking as he licked his lips slowly.

“Did you miss me, Jungkook?”

He smiled, naughty and apologetic at the same time. “So much, noona.” He stopped right in front of you, eyes roaming your body. “But I wanted to wait until Yoongi-hyung said it was okay.”

“What a good boy,” you praised and Jungkook’s ears turned pink. “When did Yoongi say it was okay?”

Jungkook chewed on his lip, eyes shifting around nervously. “Erm… this morning…”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Yoongi. The older man chuckled. “I told you Jungkookie missed being dick-deep in his noona.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook whined.

“Bet you jacked off thinking about it after it happened,” you teased.

“Noona…” He pouted at you. You leaned forward, breath against his lips, making him shiver.

“You can tell me,” you murmured. “I want to know.”

You reached up and pushed his long black locks out of his eyes, running your hands through his hair. Oh, so soft and luscious. He smelled so good, clean, fresh, and sensual, different from Yoongi’s pine-scented cologne, but also familiar and inviting. Jungkook lips parted at your closeness, eyes dropping down to your cleavage displayed right in front of him.

“I did,” he whispered, somewhat ashamedly. “You tasted so good.” He moved closer to you. “Smelled so good.” Closer, lips brushing against yours. “Felt so fucking good, wet and tight around my cock.”

Fuck, Jeon Jungkook was the epitome of lust.

You pressed your lips against his, inhaling his scent, tangling your fingers in his hair. He whimpered into your mouth as you kissed him hard, tongue sliding in, teasing him as you flitted it in and out. You heard Yoongi hum, as if to say, finally. Your eyes cracked open, shifting to him and his amused expression.

“Stop holding back,” Yoongi chuckled. “I know you want him more than that.”

Was he really going to heckle you this entire time? You narrowed your eyes, growling into Jungkook’s mouth and grabbing his head, raising yourself up and fucking his lips with your tongue roughly, making Jungkook moan and squirm under you, hands flying up to your waist to grab it and hold on as you sucked on his lower lip, raking it with your teeth before releasing him. Jungkook gasped, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“Don’t disappoint me,” Yoongi breathed. The arousal within you sparked as Yoongi said your name, coaxing the fire, igniting it. “You better make Jungkook scream.”

“H-hyung?” Jungkook yelped. Yelped because your hands gripped his shirt, pulling it up and over, breaking his grip on you as his head popped out, long hair flaring out as you flung it aside before sliding down to his stomach. His eyes widened as you spread your knees, ass up as your tongue slid over his abs, soft lips working on his flesh.

“A-ah, fuck…”

You drew patterns on his skin as you kissed upwards, nipping lightly, leaving little red marks. Ugh, such a beautiful body, with sculpted muscles and glorious tan skin. Your hands crawled up his sides, digging your nails in, relishing in his cries of pleasure that vibrated through his chest as you reached his pecs.

Holy hell.

Jungkook really must have been working out lately. Your fingers danced up his back, tracing the muscles, licking slowly up his sternum. You heard him inhale sharply and your eyes went up to his face, his hair hanging down, watching you with his mouth open, Adam’s apple bobbing as he breathed.

“You’re so sexy,” he panted.

You slid your head to the side, tongue dragging over his hot skin, breathing over it. He gasped as the tip touched his nipple, teasing it lightly as you raked your nails down his broad back.

The sounds he made had your panties drenched between your thighs.

You kissed your way to the other side, pressing your lips against his nipple, scratching up and down his back, snickering as Jungkook came undone above you, tipping his head back as he moaned. You kissed up his chest, to his trembling neck, pushing his head back down to you so you could kiss him again, deeply, hungrily, growling his name against his mouth. His kiss was like a drug, so addictive and euphoric, making you want him more and more, craving his shaking breath against your lips.

Your palm pressed against the front of his sweatpants, grinning as you felt his hardness throb.

Jungkook started, drawing back from your kiss, lips swollen from your roughness. You held onto him, gripping his cock through the fabric. You arched an eyebrow, smirk growing on your lips, revealing your teeth. He gulped loudly.

“I… I like it when you kiss me,” he mumbled.

“Only like?” you purred, stroking his bulge. He groaned, bucking into your hand.

“N-no,” Jungkook breathed. “I love it.”

You yanked his pants and underwear down together, dropping down, hearing Yoongi’s snicker of amusement as you came face to face with Jungkook’s length. Already so hard, tip glistening with pre-cum, waiting for your mouth. Jungkook made an anxious noise, realizing Yoongi was, indeed, still present as you swallowed his cock, taking it all in your mouth.

Your boyfriend, superstar rapper of BTS, Min Yoongi was watching you blow the golden maknae Jeon Jungkook right on his bed.

The thought made you wetter, tongue wrapping around the head and sucking hard, making Jungkook hump your mouth, gasping your name. It made him slide further down your throat, your tongue rubbing the bottom of his cock.

“Do what you do for me,” Yoongi drawled. “Lick his balls.”

“W-wait, I want to stay in her mouth a little–what the fuck,” Jungkook groaned as his head snapped down, eyes widening as he realized what you were doing. “There’s no fucking way.”

You went all the way down, the head buried in your throat, nose into his crotch, tongue extended as you licked his balls fervently, simultaneously deep-throating him and tonguing his balls. You hummed softly, adding vibrations to the list of sensations. Jungkook seemed lost of words, moaning incoherently as you rutted his cock into your throat, squeezing it. Saliva dripped down, covering his balls and your hand came up to smear it around, cupping and massaging them.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” Jungkook gasped, hardening even more, so stiff his cock bent against the roof of your mouth, barely able to fit. “H-how…?”

“Talent,” Yoongi chuckled, pleased.

You released his wet balls to place your hand on his hips, bobbing your head up and down. Jungkook shuddered, thighs shaking as you began to suck harder, tighter, clamping him in your warm, wet vice, not giving him a chance to catch his breath as you built a furious pace. His balls slapped against your chin, but you ignored it, completely focused on ramming his hips into your face.

“How is your mouth so good? So perfect, fuck, hyung you’re so lucky…”

Yoongi chuckled. “What are you talking about? She’s giving it to you right now.”

Jungkook could only respond with an incomprehensible wail as you reached around, feeling for his large hand and placing it on the back of your head.

“That means fuck her face.” Yoongi spoke for you considering you had Jungkook’s entire thick cock jammed down your throat.

“Are y-you sure?” Jungkook gasped, looking down at you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Do it, Jungkookie,” Yoongi nudged, his deep voice breathless and commanding. “Give her what she wants.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw and rolled his hips into your lips, gasping at the added tightness. Your brows furrowed, now completely focused on keeping your mouth and throat muscles tensed as Jungkook wildly thrusted into your face, hand gripping the back of your head, moaning so loudly that the sound filled the whole room with his lust. His muscles rippled above you, so sexy and beautiful that your whimpered around his cock, digging your nails into his hips as you held on.

Your eyes widened as you heard Yoongi get up, his fingertips touching your ass. A familiar, sexual touch that you had longed for all this time.

“Don’t worry,” Yoongi said softly, stroking your skin as Jungkook continued to shove his cock into your face. “I’ll be careful.”

He was talking about himself, not you. He was the one you were worried about, not you. Not you as your eyes rolled back into your head, Yoongi’s fingers slipping under your panties, sliding into your wet heat, his thumb pressed against your clit. The force of Jungkook’s thrusts made you back up into Yoongi’s hand, fucking his fingers as Jungkook humped your face.

“H-hyung, I’m close…” Jungkook gasped, realizing Yoongi was now next to the bed, casually fingering your pussy as he face-fucked you.

“Go ahead,” Yoongi said calmly. “Cum down her throat.”

Jungkook slowed down a little but Yoongi growled, warning him.

“Come on, Jungkook, do it.”

And then the pace roughened, Jungkook chasing his release in your tight mouth, your jaw aching as Yoongi’s fingers buried into your folds, humming approvingly as your walls clenched around them, dripping down his palm.

“That’s it,” Yoongi breathed. “You finally get what you’ve always wanted.” He leaned down, closer to your ear, both of Jungkook’s hands in your hair to hold you in place as you squeezed the head of his cock with your throat. “And I don’t even have to do anything, since Jungkook is strong enough to do the work for both of us.”

You whined, your climax thundering into you unexpectedly with Yoongi’s deep drawl so close to you, Jungkook’s clean cologne mixed with the scent of sex coming from both you and him. Yoongi grinned as your pussy throbbed around his long fingers, viscous liquid sliding down his wrist. Your entire body shivered, vibrating Jungkook’s cock, and he moaned above you, spurting down your throat with a groan of your name. Oh, yes. So delicious and so much. You swallowed greedily, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure warmed you from your core and your mouth, sucking the drips off the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” Jungkook gasped, knees giving out a little, making your body dip, your hard nipples brushing against the sheets. His hands lowered, gripping your shoulders tightly. You felt Yoongi remove his fingers, licking them off, moaning in satisfaction. Slowly, gingerly, Jungkook pulled back, your lips tightening as he backed off.

“N-noona, please…”

Reluctantly, you let go. Jungkook gulped, eyes flickering to Yoongi, who turned around and went back to his computer chair, sitting back down. He looked up at Jungkook, raising an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

“A-ah… well…” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head.

“Does she seem satisfied to you?”

Jungkook looked over to you as you removed your panties, chucking them to Yoongi. He caught them out of the air, smirking as Jungkook’s eyes followed the journey of your panties. He jumped as he heard you open the nightstand drawer, taking out the box of condoms once again and selecting one as if you were at the fucking buffet picking a damn entrée. Jungkook wiggled out of his clothes, kicking them off the bed even as his brain considered uneasily. His body was already deciding for him.

“Uh…”

You grabbed Jungkook by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. He was not as dominant as he was when you were alone, but that was probably nerves due to Yoongi’s presence. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Yoongi sniffed your panties and licked them before placing them on his crotch.

You blinked at him. He gave you an open-mouthed smirk as response.

You swore Yoongi was not this freaky before he met you. He matched your wavelength in his own way and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. You slid down Jungkook’s abs, eyes still on Yoongi, careful to place your knees so Jungkook’s left thigh was trapped between them.

Then you sat down.

Jungkook gasped at the contact of your dripping wet pussy hitting his muscle. Your grinded into his thigh, looking back at into those big doe eyes as he gawked at you. You tilted your head, reaching back and unhooking your bra. You hand caught the black cups before it fell, hiding your nipples from him.

Jungkook whined as you rubbed your swollen clit against his skin.

You chuckled, gazing down at his swelling cock. “Need you to be hard for me again, Jungkookie, so I can ride you.”

He bit his lip as you continued to rub your juices onto his thigh. He tensed it under you and you hissed appreciatively, flinging your bra aside as you grabbed his cock with one hand, stroking it to full hardness as you abused your clit against his firm thigh, increasing the sensitivity. His eyes darkened from his hair covering his face, slipping to his other, more feral side, the duality so delicious you felt yourself squelch against him.

Jungkook cocked a dark eyebrow, smirk on his lips. “So wet for me. Want my cock that bad?”

You ripped the condom open, tossing the wrapper aside, matching his smirk as you rolled it down his throbbing length.

“Gonna fuck you until you can’t think anymore, Jungkook.”

And then you lifted yourself from his leg and sat down on his cock.

Jungkook gasped sharply, throwing his head back into the pillows as you fitted yourself around his stiff length, not letting him get used to it, not letting yourself get used to it as you began to smack your hips into his, his eyelids fluttering helplessly, moans radiating off the walls.

Yoongi chuckled. “You’re heartless. He’s going to cum in two seconds.”

You grinned, placing your hands above Jungkook’s shoulders and fucking him into the bed, thrusting him into you so hard that Jungkook yelped, sound of skin on skin wetly crashing against firmness, lewd and obscene. Fuck, he felt so good, thick and pulsing against your walls, his breathless whimpers spurring you on as you clenched around him, your pussy pumping his cock.

“Look at you, Jungkook,” you panted, slamming your hips together and making him groan again, clutching fistfuls of pillows. Your breasts bounced with your movements, hypnotizing him. His hair was spread out in black messy curls, framing his chiseled jaw and blown-out pupils, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling as he struggled to hold on to your untamed wildness. “Needed my pussy so bad, hm? Needed noona to take care of you, didn’t you? Bet you begged Yoongi to let you have me again.”

Jungkook’s eyes went wide, jerking his head towards Yoongi as his hyung grinned devilishly.

“And you would be right,” Yoongi purred.

“Hyung!”

You snickered, fucking him harder, faster, giving him a full body roll onto his dick and Jungkook’s head slammed back into the pillows, neck muscles tightening as he belted your name from the top of his lungs, chest shaking as he came. His cock jolted against your walls, pumping the condom full as you massaged his entire length, exhaling his name as you came as well, eyes closing in satisfaction. Your hands slid down to Jungkook’s shoulders, kneading them in your hands.

Even if your heart was Yoongi’s, your body could be equally turned on by both men. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Jungkook, because of course you did.

But Yoongi and you…

You looked over to Yoongi and he nodded, sliding up to the side of the bed with his computer chair.

The way his lyrics felt like your thoughts, the way that he took complex emotions and turned them into simple, elegant phrases, the way he looked at you, knowing you in a way that was more than just love, but also understanding the good and bad, the two sides of the same coin. He was open and honest with you, never letting you feel bad about your nonconformist beliefs, never judging you even if it was abnormal or unorthodox.

Such as sitting on Jeon Jungkook’s dick right now, running your nails over his sculpted chest and making him moan under you as Yoongi smiled. Well, he too was pleased Jungkook was having a good time. He did love the maknae quite a lot. Even sent him a long text telling him (and Kim Taehyung, of course). You, like everyone else, had that on tape, including Kim Seokjin feeding an unsuspecting Yoongi an empty calm shell afterward.

You smiled at the memory.

You leaned over to Yoongi, kissing him softly as he met you in the middle.

“Want to blow you while he’s fucking me,” you murmured into Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi shook his head, pouting slightly. “Hah, don’t tempt me.”

You squeezed Jungkook’s cock inside you and Jungkook groaned, hardening at the stimulation. “At least a handjob?” you pleaded. “Please, Yoongi.”

Jungkook patted your thigh and you felt him reach down, holding onto the condom. You lifted your hips and he slid out with a gasp, stunned by the sensitivity. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you, before sighing heavily, rubbing his forehead with his right hand. You grinned as Yoongi reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a spare towel, throwing it at Jungkook so he could clean himself up.

“Okay, okay,” he gave in, getting up from the chair so you could lower his underwear. “My physical therapist is gonna kill me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You told your physical therapist you have a girlfriend?”

Yoongi frowned. “Of course not. But it was heavily implied not to exert myself outside of physical therapy.”

You slid his boxer briefs down, freeing his incredibly hard cock, definitely ignored all this time. The head was purple red, desperate to be touched.

“A handjob isn’t physical exertion, hyung,” Jungkook mumbled, stroking his cock as he stared at your ass.

Yoongi moved away from you to sit on the bed, smushing all the pillows so he had a small mountain of softness to lay against. “Yes, well,” Yoongi grumbled, spreading his legs for you as you dipped down, ass up in the air for Jungkook. “I can’t control myself around her. Don’t want to take it too far.”

Jungkook sucked on his teeth at the image of your hand wrapping around Yoongi’s cock, stroking it slowly. You moaned softly, leaning against Yoongi’s thigh, feeling the familiar hardness and contours of his veins imprinted into your palm, Yoongi’s shallow breathing as you pumped him.

“Excuse me, you are supposed to be cock-deep in her pussy,” Yoongi barked at Jungkook, who started, fumbling with the box of condoms.

“Uh… are you sure?”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure, get your dick in there.”

You turned your head to look at Jungkook inquisitively, shaking your ass at him.

“Please, Jungkook?”

Apparently, that was all the enticing Jungkook needed because he immediately ripped open a condom and shoved it onto his cock before scooting up to you and gripping your hips. Yoongi grinned, patting your head as Jungkook slid into you once again, eyelids fluttering at the sensation.

“See,” Yoongi purred. “Now I don’t have to feel guilty that you’re not getting the good dicking you deserve.”

You smeared his pre-cum down the head and Yoongi moaned, tipping his head back into the headboard.

“Missed your cock, Yoongi,” you breathed, watching his delicate features twist in pleasure as you increased your pace, feeling Jungkook roll his hips into you, going slow and steady so as not to blow his load within seconds.

Yoongi smirked. “I know, but health comes first. Maybe next time I’ll let you get spit-roasted by Jungkook and I.”

You felt Jungkook’s fingertips dig into your hips. “R-really?” he blurted, far too quickly to censor himself.

Yoongi turned his attention from you, cocking an eyebrow.

“I-I mean…” Jungkook sputtered.

“Well,” Yoongi said calmly, smiling. “Guess I promised now, so I suppose it’s going to happen at some point.”

You chuckled. “Which hole do you want?” you teased.

Yoongi growled, closing his eyes, imagining it. “Fuck, I don’t know.” He gasped with Jungkook as you increased in speed on his cock and rammed your hips back into Jungkook’s. “We’d have to do both for me to be satisfied.”

You raised your eyebrows. 

Well. 

“What Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets.”

Yoongi chuckled as Jungkook moaned at the thought, grasping your hips tighter and fucking your harder, his cock hitting you deeply, making your gasp. Yoongi’s eyes cracked open and looked at you, devious and dangerous.

“Jungkook.” Yoongi called for the maknae’s attention. “Spank her.”

Your eyes widened and you cried out as Jungkook’s large palm smacked your ass, making your pussy clench around his cock. Your free hand came up and slammed against the headboard, not wanting to unnecessarily grip Yoongi’s arm even if it was his right. Yoongi eyes darkened with lust, smirk growing as you gripped his cock harder, jacking him off roughly.

“I love your fingers wrapped around my cock,” Yoongi breathed against your lips. “More, Jungkook.”

You felt the stinging pain radiate up your ass, the sound echoing off the walls as Jungkook growled, thrusting violently with repeated, wet squelches, your cum dripping down his thighs and yours, getting wetter and wetter as he slapped your ass and made your pussy throb around his cock. He was stronger than Yoongi and his slaps were a little inexperienced, but it felt good all the same, good because you could feel Yoongi getting hotter and harder in your hands, thighs tensing as he neared his release, Jungkook rambling behind you.

“F-fuck, you feel so good,” Jungkook snarled. “Such a fucking good pussy, so fucking tight and wet. Can’t help but want you, can’t help but think about fucking you, fuck.”

Yoongi shifted his gaze to your ass bouncing as Jungkook fucked and spanked it, turning it a red. Your nails curled into the headboard, barely taking tight gasps as your orgasm neared, threatening you.

“Close,” he breathed. “Fuck, you look so good being abused by Jungkook’s cock.”

You chewed on your lip, determined to get Yoongi off before yourself, clenching your jaw. You felt Yoongi hiss, pressing his head against the headboard, eyes shifting to lock with yours. Your name slid out of his lips in a euphoric exhale, his control slipping as he groaned, cock jerking into your hand. You gasped as he came.

Holy fuck.

Yoongi hadn’t cum in so long that the force of his orgasm splattered up your chest, painting your tits with thick white strings and staining you with his scent. You pussy clenched and suddenly you felt your own orgasm crash down, no longer inhibited due to your surprise, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as your pussy spasmed around Jungkook’s cock, choking the oversensitive head. Jungkook came with a sharp yelp of your name, burying his nails and fingertips into your hips, bruising you for sure, but all three of you were trapped in the chain reaction of orgasm that it became a mix of different pornographic sounds of release booming against the apartment walls.

Once again, soundproofing was really saving your asses here because all three of you seemed to forget that none of this should be happening.

The ecstasy slowly, slowly trickled away. Jungkook’s hands loosened their grip on you, his body sliding down and leaning against your back. He was panting hard, his sweat sticking to your skin, heart thudding in time with yours. Yoongi finally opened his dark eyes, staring down at your cum-covered breasts with a dry chuckle.

“Whoops.”

You pressed your forehead against the cool headboard, your tits hitting his upper arm. Yoongi clicked his tongue as his own cum dripped on his shirt.

“Serves you right,” you muttered.

“My dick is passing out,” Jungkook whined.

Yoongi shrugged. “Isn’t today your off day anyway?”

Jungkook squeezed you tightly, hope rising in his voice. “Y-yeah.”

Yoongi hummed. “The others might find out.”

Jungkook sucked in his cheek. “Who cares?” he chirped defiantly.

You felt Yoongi let out a raspy laugh.

“Ah, they’re going to be so jealous of you, Jungkookie.”

-

part iii “You’re not allowed to say such things.”

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Addressing the Situation

Hey Everyone, so myself and some close moots you may know have come across a recurring problem involving someone you might be conscious of on this app. And yes, we have thought this through and we would not be doing this unless we all thought it necessary. This person has been entangled with not one, not two but numerous occurrences where they sexualized, harassed, and made their formal mutuals uncomfortable. You may have noticed that mutuals were plural, that is because we’ve become aware of how many people this has happened to. This person is commonly known and we would like to make a disclaimer that all of our accusations can and will be proven in the following. The said people who have been sexualized, harassed, and pressured include @mira-cant-spell , @noceurwhore , @dr4cking , @ameliasbitvh , @just-a-smol-spoon , and @dracoscum . And those are the ones we are presently mindful of at the moment or who have given our authorization to share with the public. You are probably familiar with most of those blogs because of their popularity and I’d like you to know they’ve all given consent for us to tell you their experiences with this person. The person we want to talk about is @fucky-bucky or more commonly known as Ash. @ameliasbitvh , @pansyspet , and I have spent the past day or two gathering information about everything that has happened.

It started when Mira added Ash on Snapchat, beginning with Ash continuously asking for pictures of Mira herself, which is only slightly concerning, but after Mira agreed and sent the picture and time went on, Ash began trash-talking every single one of Mira’s moots beginning with Rose. She told Mira to stop talking to all of them which led to Mira getting anxious every time she talked to Ash because it felt wrong. She tried to avoid Ash but Ash would pull Mira back in with all sorts of things. If Mira tried to tell Ash that she was tired and busy, Ash would ignore her for the rest of the day without any sort of apology. The guilt and weight of everything led to Mira taking a small break from Tumblr, mostly with hopes that Ash would stop talking to her so often, but once Mira came back Ash continued, starting with more trash talk about Mira’s moots but moving from that to telling Mira that she was the only reason she was still alive, essentially guilt tripping Mira into not leaving her. It may seem normal to have someone who is the only reason you wake up in the morning, but it is not normal that Ash would tell everyone that. Mira tried to give hints that she didn’t want to talk to Ash anymore but she wouldn’t stop, so Mira blocked her. When this happened, Ash tried to contact Mira from a different account. Ash had also tried to contact Cinta from this account as well. Another add-on to the story between Ash and Mira comes in when Mira was still trying to figure out her sexuality and preferences but Ash would make Mira highly uncomfortable by sending Mira NSFW things about characters and celebrities, to which Mira expressed her discomfort. Although Ash didn’t send as many, she played the victim by coming to me and telling me that Mira was annoyed by her and was upset with her when in fact Mira was simply not comfortable with the subject.

As for Cinta, she was sexualized multiple times by Ash, same with Mae. Ash would make up NSFW scenarios of both girls, making both highly uncomfortable as they tried to change the subject but still be friendly towards Ash because they didn’t think it would get too extreme. And everytime Cinta and Ash talking about something Ash would always turned it into herself and turn the topic into sexual things including Cinta in it. As I previously stated, after Cinta blocked Ash, she was contacted by another account made by Ash and the girl was unrelenting. Cinta ended up getting so uncomfortable with Ash that she was scared to unblock Ash for even a minute to get screenshots of their interactions. Both Cinta and Mae tried to play things off with Ash and tried to stay friends with her but her actions continued on multiple social media sites including Instagram. Ash kept creating these scenarios and flirting with her in a not so sfw way even after both Mae and Cinta explained that they were straight. Ash went as far as to question Cinta’s sexual orientation three times over time, and even after being told, Ash continued with her behavior. Ash made up several NSFW scenarios with Mae, even using gifs to show her point, and didn’t stop with just a few.

Now addressing Eve’s experience with Ash which we had an actual conversation about. This one all started from one simple ask further continuing when ash slid into Eve's DMS. The conversation was okay, it wasn’t all weird or NSFW. That was until ash started sexualizing every little thing, there was no time from that point on where Ash did not sexualize Eve, it got to the point where ash sexualized her for using an emoji. A fucking emoji. The rolling eye emoji, telling Eve that if she kept using that emoji that one day ash would make her eyes roll back like that. she sexualized the use of that emoji and made it about eve. and they came to a point where one had ‘caught feelings’ it was a normal conversation turned weird. And with the sudden confession of feelings, Eve felt obligated to say that she also had taken a liking to ash. Which wasn’t true. Another thing that baffles me is that Ash knew nothing about Eve, not even her age, yet still caught feelings? Ash had told her that they would go unlabeled. When Eve finally mustered up the courage to tell Ash that she truly didn’t like her in that way, Ash said that she didn’t either. Meaning that if Eve did have feelings, Ash would have played with them. Which isn’t right. Eve was very uncomfortable with the way that Ash would ‘flirt’ and sexualize her. Ash is also very ignorant. Eve had told her that she was uncomfortable with a certain pet name and emoji, yes I know an emoji. but when using that emoji seriously, it made Eve uncomfortable. When Ash knew that Eve was uncomfortable with these two, she continued to use both of them. Eve had also tried ignoring Ash, trying to give Ash a hint that she no longer wanted to talk to her. But Ash couldn’t see that. Ash went out of her way to text her on almost every platform they had shared. (Eve never wanted to give any social platform to Ash, but out of fear she did) and she also got Mira to contact her and tell her that she is trying to reach out to eve. it’s funny to think that someone online can have so much fucking power over one. manipulation at its finest. Ash had also made a scenario of the both of them, in mafia au, trying to get eve to participate in. This made Eve very uncomfortable, she did not want to participate. Also, Eve would cover her discomfort using sarcasm, to try and pull away from an NSFW topic. But then again Ash did not get the hints and would keep trying. even though giving dry responses would keep her at bay, and that didn’t work. Ash has also talked about Eve behind her back, calling her foul names, including “clown”.

Eve talking: if I’m a clown, she needs to STFU and go back to the circus where she fucking belongs. She was raised in a whole fucking barn, right next to the pigs.

Although Ash’s toxic tendencies towards Jae were much less straightforward, they were still very apparent. The most recent event was the ending of Jae and Ash’s friendship, something that Jae had thought was mutual and non-bitter, it had seemed as though there were no hard feelings. After their parting, Ash approached Jae through asks, showing her a sentence sent on an anonymous platform that said “I miss you as a best friend, IDK why I just left that day. I hope we could talk again soon. -Jae '' which led Jae to explain that she hadn’t just “walked out” on Ash, because the two girls had spent several days on the discussion of their friendship ending and them distancing themselves from one another. Ash continued the conversation by asking Jae if the message had any truth to it, which is when Jae told her that the ending of their friendship was mutual, rather than just Jae leaving Ash behind. After further discussion and set boundaries between them, they parted ways. Jae didn’t expect to hear anything else about Ash but a few weeks later, she heard about the things happening to Cinta, Mae, and Eve. After talking to Cinta for a bit, she found out that Ash had been saying things about her to Cinta. At first, she started with telling Cinta that Jae had caused her to be depressed again (and called her a clown, same as she had done with Eve) and told Cinta that Jae had taken her kindness for granted, was rude the whole time, and went as far as calling Jae a “toxic whore”. Before this, Ash had guilt-tripped Jae into several things, the most prominent and extreme example being when Ash threatened to end their friendship if Jae didn’t call herself pretty. Of course, there was some good intention, but Ash said that it was one of her biggest pet peeves, which is essentially saying that she doesn’t care about Jae’s insecurities. Even before this, Ash had been a confusing subject and had once told Jae “I know that my family and friends and god love me” but was still playing the suicidal card that led to Jae being too afraid to unfriend her. At one point, Jae had gone to rant and vent to Ash, only for Ash to turn it on Jae and try to argue that the relationship between Jae and this person (Jae avoided the person's name to not make them the bad guy in the situation) was toxic. After going back and forth for several minutes, Ash made a post about “dumb people” and people who didn’t listen, something that was pointed towards Ash. After this had happened, Jae found out that Julie had vented to Ash that same day about the same thing, which proved that Ash most likely knew who both of them were talking about. Essentially, Ash had tried to force Jae into believing that her relationship with Julie was toxic and unhealthy, and was very harsh about it at the time.

On the other hand, there were other people, Orion and Ari. They both were uncomfortable with ash and the way that ash had attempted to flirt with the two girls. Ash had called Orion a “hot lesbian”, to which Orion is not lesbian. Orion is also confused about her sexuality too, so the whole interaction had made Orion even more uncomfortable. Ash should’ve respected the fact that Orion was not a lesbian, but instead, she kept pressing it on. Ash is at least the age to know that the things that she is doing and saying are all wrong. Ash has also made Ari feel this way as well. Ash asked Ari if they wanted to see a “video of her lip-syncing a sexy song” which made Ari highly uncomfortable. And you can see that the use of the word ‘uncomfortable’ is used so many damn times and that's saying something. The actions that ash has and had committed are all so fucking sick and she knows it, but cannot bear to admit it because of her ego.

Ash has also admitted to Eve that she is a narcissist, but excused it saying that she was a good narcissist like Harry styles. How did harry styles even correlate to the fact that she is a fucking narcissist, it baffled me?

Ash’s continual flirting wouldn’t be too much of a problem if it hadn’t convinced multiple people that she had a crush on them. It caused them to question if she liked them or if it was just her normal personality because she made no indications that she didn’t like them, however, she did all of that while admitting to having a crush on someone who also had a crush on her. They weren’t in a relationship because Ash “doesn’t like labels” but still apparently liked the person back. Ash refused to stop flirting with other people or set any kinds of boundaries to make it more obvious that Ash liked the person back. Ash repeatedly told the person that she liked them but didn’t like labels which led to more heartbreak on the person’s behalf. When they told Ash this, she simply said that she didn’t like labels and continued flirting with others in her normal manner. What Ash has done is prey on those who don’t feel love and those who want affection, people who want someone, anyone, to care about them, and she puts herself out there as someone who truly cares and wants the best for everyone and begins manipulating people in many different ways, hurting them over and over again but getting away with it because they think she cares about them. She tricks people into thinking that she is nice and caring and sweet but she’s a manipulative and lying person who doesn’t care for anyone but herself. Maybe she was friendly and normal in the beginning but as time goes by you can see just how much she has truly changed, especially when she started getting more attention. When she was first receiving hate anons and death threats she handled them well and loved herself but the minute she started getting attention, she became suicidal and depressed. Not to say that this couldn’t happen, but all of these events make you question if that’s even true. If it is true then of course we would wish that she would get better and make a recovery, but the evidence doesn't make it seem like she truly cares.

As you can see it’s become a problem, and we are all knowledgeable of how many ‘problems’ this app already has. Ash has not only sexualized, harassed, and pressured other people who may I might add trusted her but has also been proved to do this on multiple occasions. If you’ve heard the most recent news here I’m sure you understand our need to abolish such behavior to preserve our small community of mutuals. And maybe this type of stuff isn’t big for you or maybe you don’t care, but this is important because maybe it won’t affect you but it might affect your mutual or someone on here you don’t want this happening to. We’re not in any way threatening anybody here. We want everyone safe and we couldn’t imagine our lives without any of you but we preferred this to be out in the open so that you can make your own decisions. Whether you stick with Ash or acknowledge her unfair actions towards others. You may not want to hear this but it had to be said. Too many of us are getting hurt or discouraged and yeah, maybe it was just for attention in her eyes for ‘fun’. But she can’t possibly have this many ‘feelings’ for that many people, she can’t be able to take advantage of these people's kindness because she feels like it. It's not right, and it's not fair. If this has been done to you or you’ve ever felt uncomfortable talking to Ash we want you to know it's not uncommon for many people who aren’t comfortable sharing have said it's happened to them. If you’re interested or would like proof of evidence contact Eve, Jae, or Lia for more information including screenshots of these conversations. Please do not go to the blogs we’ve mentioned unless they trust you or are close to you. Any inconvenience you cause them won't be in anyone's favor. Hopefully bringing awareness to this situation will prevent further harm to others in the future, and we all sincerely hope that you will avoid Ash and her harmful ways after reading this post.

As of right now, Ash has tried guilt tripping multiple people including @thesunsetsonthehorizon and @angel4you . She has began playing her sad and alone card again in an attempt to guilt them into staying friends with her, but don’t fall for it. Do not listen to her, and if you choose to do so, block her.

[baya-ni]

Tadashi is ADAM’s Lilith

Basically I wanna extrapolate on this brilliant take by @rainbowravioli, original post here.

I really love this interpretation because it explains the power dynamic between Tadashi and ADAM so well. And that’s what their relationship has always been about: power.

For those unfamiliar, Lilith is the woman who precedes Eve. According to some Jewish texts, unlike Eve, she was made from the same clay as Adam. Therefore feeling as his equal, she refused to be subservient to Adam and would only agree to lie either next to or on top of him, never under him. Lilith leaves the Garden of Eden, after which God crafts Eve from Adam’s rib. And in countless interpretations of Lilith, both past and present, she is depicted as a sort of demoness, the embodiment of “chaos, seduction, and ungodliness (x).” (But since the 70s she’s been adopted by a lot of women as a feminist figure.)

How perfectly this fits in with Tadashi and ADAM’s dynamic.

ADAM is searching for his EVE, and his EVE is supposedly someone who is his equal in skating ability. But Ep 8 tells us that ADAM will ultimately fail in this endeavor.

ADAM has a history of grooming young skaters to be his EVE. There is this nameless skater from the flashback, but there’s also MIYA, and now Langa. And it’s not hard to guess that there have been countless skaters in between.

But the whole act of grooming means that there would always be an inherent power imbalance between ADAM and his EVE hopeful. Even if ADAM was successful, his EVE would have grown out of his tutelage and mentorship, just as biblical Eve was crafted from Adam’s rib. In essence, Eve’s existence is wholly dependent on Adam, just as the “blossoming” of ADAM’s EVE would only occur because ADAM initiates and nurtures that process.

But then there’s Tadashi, who has been with ADAM since the conception of his skating career, who is in fact the whole reason that ADAM began skating in the first place:

As far as skating goes, Tadashi is ADAM’s equal in every sense (hopefully his superior). They were made from the same “clay”.

I’ve seen a lot of people interpret this as meaning that Tadashi is ADAM’s true EVE, and this is totally supported by the show:

This parallel framing is definitely intentional.

But again, an Eve-like figure connotes subservience and dependence. God made Eve for Adam in the aftermath of Lilith exerting her autonomy from Adam.  This delineates the difference between Tadashi as Lilith and the other skaters as Eve(s).

Groomed skaters like MIYA and Langa, like Eve, are meant to be for ADAM, to fill a role that ADAM has carved out just for them. MIYA best embodies this:

Whether or not MIYA wants it, much of his progress as a skater is tied to ADAM. That is, he’s still dependent on ADAM for mentorship and validation.

Even Langa experiences this, as we see in Eps 6 and 7 that the gap in ability between him and ADAM is a source of exhilaration for Langa, so much so that he breaks his promise with Reki.

In fact, every S skater experiences this dependence to some extent. ADAM is unilaterally considered the benchmark of greatness, and the mark of one’s skating abilities is always compared to that of ADAM’s. Even Reki for most of his skating career looked up to ADAM.

ADAM is big. Physically, he often towers over the other characters. Emotionally, he makes them feel small, significant.

But he also makes an effort to fill the space. He’s loud, flamboyant, and dramatic, I mean the man fucking parachuted down from a helicopter.

So it’s significant that Tadashi confronts ADAM in the way that he does. He’s insolent, disobedient, and unflinching- he exerts himself as ADAM’s equal, as seen here how they’re literally on the same level.

And ADAM makes a mad grab to reclaim that power. Again, he intimidates and he degrades, makes himself physically bigger than Tadashi.

Even certain shots in this scene literally tilt in ADAM’s favor, giving him the higher position.

But the show reveals who holds the real power.

Tadashi is, at the very least, ADAM’s equal. But arguably he’s his superior, having “made” ADAM the skater he is today.

Unfortunately, there are no religious texts that tell us what happens when Lilith decides to return to Eden and confront Adam. So, I’m very interested to see how this dynamic is going to play out.

But make no mistake, I’m very opposed to an ADAM x Tadashi endgame bc that’s just gross. I’d like to see ADAM taken down several pegs, not have his soul “saved” by an old flame or whatever.

[loving-villanelle]

This has been said many times but I just... it's just so hard to understand the decisions made with KE. They know they have a huge fanbase who love Villaneve (and even regular viewers tend to think Villaneve dynamic is the best and most interesting part of the show). They have amazing actors with chemistry out of this world. So what did they do: keep Villaneve apart whole season 3 (except the bus scene but that was less than 2 min and basically without dialogue), bring them together in the season finale finally in a place of calmness only to separate them again for the next season and make them hate and reject each other in turns without any explanation. Like, WHY? What was the reasoning? It sure as hell isn't great storytelling. The slap in 401 literally felt like a slap towards the fans. And things like "the fans might not like the ending" or "you don't want happy" make my blood boil because yes, we actually do want happy. We so rarely get proper representation, let alone representation with happy endings. Real life is already sad and hard enough.

Sometimes I feel like the makers of KE don't really understand the fans of the show. Or they think that the fans just want Villaneve to fuck and ride into the sunset. But I think most of us just wanted them sharing screen. Having actual conversations. Figuring stuff out together. I will forever mourn all the lost opportunities Sandra and Jodie could have given us.

Put this on my headstone because this, this, A THOUSAND TIMES this.

The simplest explanation is that this season was never about giving a proper send off to the show or these characters. All season it has felt like Villaneve have taken a backseat in their own story and by episode 4, it very much felt like the show was being used as a platform for a spinoff. The flashbacks in episode 5 all but confirmed for me that's what was happening, then the announcement of the Carolyn spinoff did actually confirm it. S4 was never for the fans. It was a money grab and backdoor pilot for SWGs next project.

As far as the unexplainable conflict between Villaneve after the s3 finale, I agree. It has felt so forced and confusing because there has been zero explanation for it. Every explanation I tried to think of got debunked as the season went along, which only made it even more frustrating. I think they reintroduced this forced conflict because they needed Carolyn to take center stage this season for the spinoff and how do you explain lack of Villaneve screentime unless it's because they're once again at odds with each other. None of this was ever about good or organic storytelling, it was a means to an end.

Villanelle and Eve opened up a whole new level of representation for us simply because of how groundbreaking they are. It excited us that not only were these women who took on traditionally male coded roles, but then they also provided queer representation on top of that. We all know KE isn't a show about sunshine and rainbows, but like you said there was certainly a way to 1) better honor these characters and the fanbase by actually letting them work in tandem and share screentime that's not drowning in hostility and 2) provide an ending that wouldn't necessarily be riding off into the sunset, but wouldn't be gut wrenching either. KE has done nothing to move this storyline along in a way that has prepared me to possibly lose one or both of these characters. It's one thing for it to happen organically within the story, but if it weren't for all the heavy handed death promos, Jodie and Sandra teasing an unhappy end, and reviewers confirming a disapponting end, I would in no way be expecting anything bad to come, especially with Laura telling us all how "glorious" and "triumphant" the finale will leave us feeling. I understand KE is a show about killing, but there are so many shows out there with violence as a main theme, but how many of them treat their protagonists like this when they're M/F? How many of them kill off their main characters, because it's actually pretty rare for main characters to get killed off, yet I can count 3 times off of the top of my head where that's happened to queer women, and also right after they'd finally found their little piece of happiness. I'm tired of this trend of queer characters being treated as expendable. In seasons 1 & 2 I probably wouldn't have felt this way, but the show went out of it's way to transform these women over the past 2 seasons and give them a redemption arc and for what? Death no longer feels like a natural end to me because of where they chose to take these characters, so now it just feels lazy and forced.

The very least the show could've done this season is give us some actual dialogue between the characters. Like you said, all we really wanted was shared screentime between them that was meaningful and had them working towards the same goal. Which they've had the same goal all season which is why the forced separation is even more aggravating! So much material was left on the table, the talent of Jodie and Sandra was so terribly under utilized, and Villanelle & Eve deserve a better ending than what I think we'll end up getting for them

[forgiveness-in-the-misery]

I’ve started to notice something

When it comes to lesbian romances in tv shows people are very…I don’t know how to properly phrase it, but people are more so willing to call out when a show like Gotham uses a lesbian romance as a “place holder” or to attract male viewers which the show was not at all coy about. Then shows like Killing Eve people were very on edge about the route of the relationship and quick to reasonably call out the season finale on going hard on the bury your gays trope.

While when it comes to gay romances I notice a weird war between people that comes in three sides: one side which I don’t agree with is people who watch a show and think two guys would look good as a couple but then decide if these two guys who clearly aren’t set up to be a couple don’t date it’s queer baiting, it’s not.

Then there is the side of people who look at shows like Gotham or Good Omens or What We Do in the Shadows who have a similar vibe in terms of queer relationships as well Gotham itself and Killing Eve and…these people tend to be insanely protective of said shows claiming it isn’t queer baiting just because your ship isn’t canon…which is fair, but Gotham marketed itself on the “romance” of Ed with Oswald and What We Do in the Shadows has done the same. Good Omens to a subtler degree. People also will say it isn’t baiting if characters just don’t get together which is fine, but there’s also the argument of…why can’t they date? Why can’t they even just have a conversation about a relationship or attempt at one? It’s not even specifically about the shows listed above but gay romances are often still treated as taboo with the people making and working on said shows going by a “wait and see” line seen quite often in response to “are these two going to be a couple?”

Which for me personally is deeply frustrating, because so many of the same shows will have countless straight romances that happen quickly, sometimes far too quickly to the point they’re just awkward and forced. Yet with a gay romance it has to be a slow burn only for it to end with either one or both characters dying or them just never getting together at all.

The third camp of course is people more like myself who are weary and critical of any TV show that heavy handedly begins introducing the idea of two men together because I know more often than not this goes literally nowhere and that the moral majority will say “relationships just don’t work out sometimes” which is a line that once again gets annoying. I love seeing gay and bi and asexual characters in TV shows, we need normalized queer representation but we also need representation for romance. Especially where men are concerned.

I don’t want a slow burn between two men only for it to start as “no homo” and end with “no homo”. I don’t want to have to keep reading between the lines and being told I should be grateful that two men smiled at each other or talked to each other or something minimal. Why the fuck at this point should people not ask for more? We shouldn’t even have to ask for more from TV shows. It should just be there treated as normally as straight romances are. I shouldn’t struggle to name a handful of shows I watch or don’t watch that have canon gay romances that don’t end with one or both people dying horrifically or ending up with a woman as if that’s the “correct” choice.

It doesn’t make you an asshole to ask for representation and people need to stop shaming and getting angry with people who are tired and just want to be seen.