#but on the agenda for SURE is to get the opening of the story done and out of the way so I can start writing the REAL fun stuff

[izukuwus]

darlin' i got your number now - nishinoya yuu/reader

m.list - read on ao3

A/N: I'mma keep it real with you chief it is finals week in my last semester of college and I have a five page paper due saturday I haven't started on but I took the time to bless you with porn instead and advance the noya agenda. you're welcome. my bachelor's degree, at least, will thank me, if no one else will.

Summary: On your day off, you spend some time cleaning and getting caught up in old memories. Your boyfriend gets home from work and helps you make a new one with your old school uniform.

Warnings: SMUT, noya has a senpai kink, he fucks you in your old school uniform, reader is afab and described as having breasts

Word count: 1700+

Four months ago, you moved in with your long-term boyfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. Sure, Noya is… an acquired taste, we’ll say, but he’s bright and sweet and always finds little ways to let you know he loves you. It’s hard to be mad at the mess that now permeates your living space when you wake up in the morning to needy kisses and no room for even a shred of doubt that you are wanted.

That being said, on a day like today—him out at his part-time job, you with no classes or shifts at your own job scheduled—you can’t help but try to fight the mess, just a little bit. An early morning, prodding Noya out the door because no, your landlord won’t accept “I wanted to stay in bed with my beautiful girlfriend” from him as a reason why rent is late, leads to restless looks not just at the piles of clothes scattering the floor, but at the overflowing laundry basket, the disorganized closet, the scattered boxes here and there that you still haven’t gotten around to unpacking. By lunchtime, you’ve made your to-do list and started working down the items on the list—throw in laundry first, tidy up, unpack the shit from your move that still needs to be unpacked so you can get the boxes out of the corner.

Of course, you get distracted. Laundry in the washer and not on the floor means, wait a minute, you can clean the floors now without too much trouble, and long story short, by the time Noya’s shift would be ending, you’re panicking a little because you still haven’t started on the boxes you need to unpack. You fly into the room, grab the first box you find—mementos—and are immediately slapped in the face with nostalgia.

To be fair, this is why you saved unpacking boxes for last.

On the top of the box, in pristine condition, staring back up at you, is your old uniform from when you went to Karasuno.

You’d been a year below Noya, gotten roped into managing the volleyball team. Mostly just gone along with it to have something to do after school, and then gone along with it because hey, their libero was kind of cute and they were overall pretty fun to hang out with. On his last day before he graduated, he’d asked you out, and of course you’d said yes, thrilled to not be losing your beloved senpai to the cruelty of time just yet.

Lost in memories, a little delirious from all the cleaning, your first coherent thought is I wonder if it still fits?

But you don’t get distracted again. You’ve got a lot to get done.

…right?

So anyways, you hear the front door closing and your boyfriend wandering through the apartment just as you’re remarking on the fact that, apparently, judging by the cries of pain the buttons on your chest seem to be making, your boobs have gotten a bit bigger since you last wore this uniform. No matter—you tug on the vest, slide into the blazer as you hear your boyfriend call out to you.

“Did you clean up a little today, baby?”

His voice is getting closer, and you realize, as he opens the bedroom door the rest of the way, that it probably looks a little weird to be standing in the middle of your room, several years out of high school, staring at your reflection in your full-length mirror to appraise your uniform. “Yeah,” you reply, looking at him reflected in the mirror. He’s stood still in the doorway, eyes suddenly wide. “I had the time and it was getting a little cluttered in here. Thought it’d be nice to actually get some of this shit unpacked. How was work?“

His eyes are burning, raking over your body. You guess the skirt is a little too short now—you’ve filled out over the years, and, well, Noya has never really been able to resist you in a short skirt. You can actually see him swallow. “What are you wearing?”

“My old uniform? I found it in one of these boxes and thought I’d see if it still fit me. Answer: not really.”

The next thing you know, you’re being pressed up against the wall, his mouth against yours, and—oh.

He’s hard.

He pulls away just enough to nearly growl against your lips: “Did one of the guys tell you?”

“…no,” you reply, more confused than innocent. “Tell me what?”

“You’re actually just that perfect?” He laughs, sounding delirious. He captures your lips again, needy as his hands come to rest on your hips. “Amazing.”

“Noya, baby, you’re gonna have to give me a little context for what’s got you so revved up,” you tease. “What’s going on in that empty head of yours?”

He kisses you breathless before he’s willing to answer. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this uniform.”

Oh.

You laugh, rest your forehead against his shoulder as your own shake with laughter. “Okay, I’ll bite. How many times?”

“Think every time I saw you in it?” He presses open-mouthed kisses against your exposed neck, urgent as he intersperses little nips here and there. You try not to gasp or wriggle too much at the ministrations—it’s more fun when he thinks he has to work harder to get you as worked up as he is.

Your hand winds into his hair, dropping your head back to let him access you a bit better. “Every time? I was being so innocent, working hard for the volleyball club and looking up to you, and you were thinking about fucking me? You’re such a pervert, senpai.”

The fingers gripping your waist twitch, and then he’s biting you properly with a growl.

“Thought about you calling me that while I did it, too.”

You’re learning so much today, you realize with a swoop in your stomach.

You drag a hand down his chest, find his hard-on with practiced ease. “We can arrange something, I think.”

He hisses at the touch, rolls his hips into your hand. “Fuck.”

Noya grabs your wrist, gentle but unyielding, and pins both against the wall with the one hand. His other slides up, under your vest, searching for the buttons at your chest. He pauses when he finds them—it takes almost no effort to slip his hand in to grope you over your bra. “You didn’t even bother buttoning the top?”

“Doesn’t fit anymore,” you gasp out when he runs a thumb over your nipple. Damn thin t-shirt bras. “It was buttoned, at least.”

“Uh huh.”

He pulls back, releases you just enough to tug the vest off, flinging it somewhere in the room and putting you properly on display for him, buttons undone so he can easily access your tits. He leans down, pulls one out of both bra and half-unbuttoned shirt just so he can tease you with his mouth.

He grows impatient before long—wandering hands snake beneath your skirt, grope your ass hurriedly only to swipe over your panties. Noya groans into your flesh. “You’re so wet already.”

“Well, someone came home and decided to ruin me—“

“Oh, I’ll ruin you, alright,” he declares. In the next moment—he was always too fast—he’s on his knees, pressing his nose against your clothed sex and inhaling.

See, that’s another thing you like about him.

He’s such a pervert.

He takes the chance to mark up your thighs, lathes his tongue over your wet panties instead of taking the time to at least pull them aside.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes. “So fucking gorgeous. Look at this. Look at you.” This time, he pulls your panties to the side to plant his mouth on your pussy and suck harshly at your clit. You whine, tug at his hair.

“N-Noya—“

“You already know what to call me,” he chides. His head is buried under your skirt—two fingers dip into your sex and begin to frantically pump.

“Fuck—senpai—“

“God, I can’t take it. I’m sorry, you’re too perfect, I—“

And there’s the athleticism rearing its head, because he’s got you underneath him and on the floor in two seconds flat, grinding his cock against you in desperation. “You’re going to have to wear this again for me, beautiful. Need you to. I’ll literally die if you don’t.”

Whatever response you were going to give catches in your throat—it takes him no time at all to get his dick out, pull your panties aside, and slide into you in one sharp thrust.

“You’re so good. Such a sweet little kouhai. Used to feel so bad about it—other girls were pretty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about pulling you into the equipment storage and lifting that short little skirt—“ he grunts as he sets his pace.

You whine. Before long, you can’t help but wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him any way you can just to stay in your body with the way he’s fucking you breathless.

“—think every time you called me “senpai” it took me at least fifteen minutes to recover—“

“Senpai,” you respond, more a moan than an attempt to say anything coherent, and his hips stutter.

“Yeah, like that,” he laughs. “Exactly like that.”

“Fuck—please, senpai, harder—need you—“

He growls again, arms shaking as he drills into you. It’s all you can do to keep holding on, keep whimpering into his ear while he has his way with you. When he cums, it’s harder than you’ve seen him cum in a long time, pulling out of you just to paint hot ropes across your now fully-askew uniform. He reaches between you, rubs at your clit frantically until you see stars.

When you’re both satisfied, he collapses face-first into your tits, winds his arms around your waist. Mumbles something you cannot begin to comprehend with your head still spinning.

“Love you, senpai,” you mumble back.

The arms around your waist tighten. He lifts his head just enough to be comprehensible. “If you’re going to keep calling me that, I’m going to have to demand a round two.”

“Next time, I’ll try to find your old jersey.”

That comment earns you a few more rounds and the decisive undoing of all the cleaning you’d gotten done today.

Worth it.

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[yasmeensh]

Story update

I got to write a good chunk of the opening these past two days. Excited to get more work done over March break. And I can't wait to get to writing more about my daughter T-T But she comes in a bit later in the story. Still in the first act, though.

Some more character design doodles:

[the-froschamethyst4]

Blindfold

➤Day 7

𖤐 Pairing: Duke! Ghost x Duchess! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐 Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fantasy, language, P in V, eating out, married couple, ass slapping, choking, passing out, bondage, biting, teasing, smoking and drinking, some hints of jealously, a tad aggressive

𖤐 Summary: The Duke aka Simon Ghost Riley has a very strict relationship with his wife The Duchess Y/n. He had set rules for her when they married, and it was that she'll never see his face ever. She lives her life around the castle normally but at night when she's alone with her husband, she has to wear the blindfold, that she absolutely hates

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It was early in the morning, Y/n woke up in darkness, she touched the silky fabric over her eyes, and she moved her hands around in the bed to see if her husband Ghost was there or not.

"Don't take it off yet, I'm trying to get ready," she jumped at the sudden deep and dark voice.

"Okay...Simon? When can I see you?"

"Never."

Same old answer anytime she asked. When Simon and Y/n got married she wore a lacy blindfold, she could barely get a good look at him face, she found it dumb that her own husband would ask her to wear a blindfold...to her own wedding.

She then for 3 years wore a blindfold...3 years...she absolutely hated it. It became like her normal routine; she's never seen his face. Even when she was being arranged to marry him, she was told to wear a blindfold.

She didn't even know if she has a handsome husband, decent looking husband or an ugly husband.

Ghost walked to the bed and cupped Y/n's chin making her look up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lips, he smirks as Y/n was stunned by his quick action.

"I'll be gone today, so don't wait up on me," he said as he kissed her lips again.

"O-Okay," she stuttered.

She heard the door slam shut and she untied her blindfold. She let it fall on her lap and looked around the bedroom. She rubbed the back of her neck and got off the bed to get her day ready.

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Y/n walked down the castles long halls. She carried the blindfold around her wrist in case someone let's her know that the Duke was around and she needed to put her blindfold on.

She looked down at her feet and headed into the large dinner hall. She saw the large, long table set up with different breakfast and drinks and candles even lit.

She smiles as the housemaid and Y/n's personal maid came walking up to her.

"My lady, good morning, Chef Gaz has prepared you many different breakfast options."

"I see that, thank you Ms.Mary, let Gaz know I appreciate his breakfast idea."

"Of course, my lady," Mary walked to the kitchen.

Y/n sat down in her own chair and started to get her breakfast. She smiles at the different breakfast options. She started to eat, and Ms.Mary refilled her coffee every now and then.

"Thank you, Mary...what's on the agenda for today?" Y/n asked, looking up at Ms.Mary.

"The wizard Alex would like for you come and see him to talk about some healing potions because of the Duke's last battle...the villagers would also like to see you come around and join them on their festival."

"Of course, I'll join the villagers, I love their festivals," she smiles at Mary. "Let me get done eating and go see Alex, go see what he wants and then I'll go to the village and join in on the fun," she smiles once again.

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"ALEX!?" Y/n called from the bottom of Alex's wizard tower.

"Come on up, my lady."

"You're insane, you want me to walk up these flight of stairs."

The stairs would more likely be at least 14 stories tall. Sure, Y/n has walked up farther but she was tired.

"Come on," Alex encouraged.

"FINE!" Y/n yells. She hikes up the bottom of her dress and hiked up the long flight of stairs, it felt like HOURS for Y/n to get to the top, she opened Alex's chamber doors, panting and looking frustrated at Alex.

"Why do you wizard like being so high up?" She pants.

"I think it was better air flow," he laughs as Y/n rolled her eyes.

"What do you need, Alex?"

"Right, so, after Ghost's last mission almost half of his men were injured and we didn't have anything to help heal them, half of the died of their injuries. So, we need to make some sort of potion to help them, and then make plenty of it to help the next time any of them get injured."

"Right..." she said as Alex placed down and spell book with some potions ingredients that are normal ones to help with healing.

"We need basil, calendula, poppies, plantain, for the herbal potion," he had about 5 different potion ingredients pulled up.

Y/n spent quite some time in Alex's quarters coming up with new potions.

"My lady, the Duke is coming up," Mary said as Y/n quickly put her blindfold on as the door was quickly pushed opened.

"I heard my wife was up here," he grumbles.

"I'm right here, Si," she said in her sweet tone of voice, she uses with Ghost versus with Alex.

"Why are you up here, I've told you before that I don't want you fooling around with magic," he cups her chin.

"I-I'm sorry," she uses that type of voice with him because she's afraid of him because she couldn't see his face, so she acts sweet to let him know, she's a bit afraid of him and that she's not trying to disobey him in any way.

"You should be...come on, leave Alex alone..." he drags her out of the tower.

"S-Simon, you're h-hurting me," she cried.

"You should have listened to me," he growls.

"O-Ow," she says as she was pulled into a room and was pushed against the familiar soft bed.

"I hate it when you don't fucking listen to me, Y/n."

"I-I'm sorry," she still apologized.

She could hear him start taking off his clothes, some hitting the floor and she could hear him unbuckle his pants, he snapped his belt making her jump.

"S-Simon, I was told he w-wanted to s-speak to me about helping you with y-your army," she stuttered. He snaps the belt again she jumped.

"I don't care, I told you not to mess with magic and you fucking disobeyed me," he growls again.

"I-I-"

He snaps again. She jumps up.

"P-Pleas-"

And again. She jumps again.

"Fucking stop it please," she begs.

Ghost smirks, she felt something being placed next to her probably the belt he was snapping to show his dominance over her.

She felt his hands go behind her back and started unbuttoning her dress and letting it fall, she gasped at the cold air hitting her bare body and making her nipples hard.

He smirks and bends down kissing her lips again. He moves his hands down and grabbed that belt again and then tied her wrists behind her back. She moans at how tight he ties the belt around her wrists.

"S-Si."

"You have some nerve," he says. She felt his lips on hers, she just wishes she could see his face. But she could feel how the energy in the room changed. His hands were all over her body, gently squeezing her, pinching her, and just tightly holding her probably leaving marks on her body.

She moans at his touch, she wanted to remove the blindfold to see him, she's tired of looking at darkness when her body gets touched by him or when she's even around him.

Her knees then get pushed open and she feels something wet touch her lower half. She moans and her body jerks up into the wet feeling around her. She knew it was it mouth; his tongue did wonders on her.

Going in and out of her, he nipped at her bud earning a soft moan. She pulled at the belt wanting to break free from the belt restraining her.

She wants to grab his hair and let him keep going with no stops. She bucks her hips up again; she moans at his tongue, he licks between her wet folds and kissed between them as well.

"Ah~ S-Si-AH! I-I'm g-gonna-" she doesn't even finish her sentence and came in his mouth.

"Wow...you taste so sweet," he mumbles.

He quickly and swiftly flips her on her stomach, her ass gets put in the air, she moans when his big hand collides on her ass.

Ghost then slowly pushed himself into her, she moans at his dick immediately hitting her g-spot. She muffled her moans into the bog soft pillows.

She started to move her face back and forth on her pillow, she was trying to be sneaky about it and pull her blindfold down off her eyes. She made sure that Ghost didn't see that her eyes were uncovered by the blindfold.

Ghost's hands were on her waist squeezing her a little bit too tightly. His forehead was resting on her shoulder blade, and he bit between her shoulder blades.

She moans at the sudden pain.

"AH~!" She moans as her blindfold was around her neck, she could easily turn to see Ghost if she wanted to.

"You are very much naughty, my lady," he growls.

Ghost knew that Y/n had her blindfold off, he could see it around her neck and not up over her eyes like it's supposed to.

His big hand went around her neck, squeezing a little tight, she felt like she could barely get any air in her lungs. He leans forward.

"What did I tell you at our wedding? That the blindfold...stays...on..." he growls as he slammed into her. She moans and sound like she was choking on her spit from the lack of air.

She couldn't speak and just ended up coming on his dick as he kept going faster and harder inside of her, she felt her vision go black, she felt weak.

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"My lady? My lady? Are you awake? Wake up," she heard Mary's soft voice calling to her.

"Mary?"

"Hi, my lady, can you see me? How many fingers am I holding?"

"I'm fine Mary and...four, by the way," she smiles. Mary smiles and is relieved that Y/n was okay.

She hears a bottle slam on a table. She turned and saw Ghost sitting on a chair by the balcony, and then she realizes...she doesn't have her blindfold on.

"Simon?" She saw him smoking a cigar with a bottle of alcohol in his hands. She saw how handsome he was, perfect body, perfect face, dirty blonde hair and some scars around his face, nose, above his left eye and the corner of his mouth.

"Leave us, Mary," Ghost demanded and Mary left.

"Simon?"

He gets up and walks to Y/n, he cups her chin again making her look up at him in the face this time.

"You want to know why; I choked you out and didn't fix your blindfold?" She just nods. "Because...I get jealous when I was told you were up in Alex's tower...The reason why I didn't want you messing with magic...is because I see how Alex looks at you and I don't want you near him."

"Ghost...nothing was going to happen any ways...I'm married to you, my vows were to you, not Alex..."

"It doesn't matter...wives cheat on their husbands all the time and I didn't want that with you, my duchess," he says.

"Again, it will never happen between Alex and I...if anything we're just friends...I will never fall for someone like Alex, he's just a friend..."

"What about Mary, is she not your friend?"

"I can't talk to Mary about certain things, only Alex...I was taught to never discuss royal matters with a maid because you don't know what their intentions are, so I go to Alex sometimes."

"I get it but...stay the hell away from him, do you understand?"

"YOU CAN'T JUST DICTATE THAT! I NEVER ONCE GOT TO SEE YOUR FACE AND THE ONLY PEOPLE I CAN SEE I'M NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO CONGERGATE WITH THEM!! THAT! UGH!! I don't even know why I'm talking to you about this," she has never yelled at Simon before, like I said, she always spoke nicely to him because she was afraid of him, and now...she just lost her temper.

She got up and walked around the room, Simon watched her walk around with her head down and he could hear her mumbling to herself.

"I'll leave you alone then," he gets up and leaves Y/n to her thoughts, she groans from frustration and fell on the silk couch in their bedroom, she groans and looked up at the ceiling.

"The sad thing is...I love him with all my heart."

[loviingpedri]

they caught us - p. gavi

prompt: gavi x gamer!fem!reader. hard launching your relationship on stream

warnings: cursing, grammar issues

credits to owners for all images.

inspo for this story ^^

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you were a growing streamer. big in the minecraft and riot games community. you appreciated your fans from the unconditional support. ever since being an exposed barca fan, your platform definitely grew. content was trending to the point where you met the one and only, pablo gavi. his simple message of complimenting you building camp nou in minecraft ended in a few date nights, a lot of kissing, and some risky nights. your fans wanted some player in barca to notice you, but little did you know that you spent your nights with your dream barca player everyday.

exposing your relationship was not in your agenda any time soon. it was the peak of your gaming career and gavi had big plans for the national team. the internet would practically blow up from the news. both of you were not ready for that amount of personal space to be invaded.

it was that time of the day to start your daily stream. it was a good balance of work and relationship. start your stream when gavi is at practice, and end it when he’s at home to solely focus on him.

“hello, hello everyone! welcome to today's stream." waiting a few seconds as more people started joining. “today will be a minecraft stream. i’m thinking of making the barca logo.”

reading the comments blow up by the mention of the club is probably the funniest thing you’ve seen.

“change your shirt on the minecraft skin the jersey of your favorite player. i love that idea, but i don’t really have a favorite player. maybe i’ll do xavi or something.” lying isn’t the best thing to do to your supporters, but personal business is personal business.

after playing for hours and halfway done with the logo, you hear the door opening. “one second guys, i think my roommate is home.” roommate meaning your boyfriend. the plan is really thought out. your best friend occasionally popped into the streams, pretending to be your roommate, and it works. thinking you muted and turned off your camera (which happens often), gavi walks into your gaming room.

“hi gorgeous,” walking in and instantly kissing you made both of you smile. “are you streaming?”

“yeah, i am. i was building the logo. i can show you later when i’m ‘done greeting my roommate’.” making quotation marks with your fingers.

“yeah i’ll sit over here. i’ll just look while you continue playing.” you blew a kiss at him as you put your headset back on.

“alright guys, i’m back. did i miss anything?” your eyes tried to keep up with the chat. it was going faster than usual. you thought it was a raid, but nothing was happening. everyone was going crazy. finally, a donation came through with a message.

read aloud from the automated voice, “viscabarcaaa_11 donated $10 with a message. 'was that gavi you just kissed?’” fuck. gavi quickly sat up from the seat. you realized your camera and microphone was never off. your eyes panning from screen to screen in panic. speechless, you turned red instantly.

you were kissin’ and they caught you whether you like it or not.

you cleared your throat, still don’t know what to say. gavi unplugged your headphones from your pc tower to be able to hear what was going on. he urged you to get up. you had no idea what he was doing, but you just listened.

sitting down, he spoke slow and steady. “hello everyone. this was a very unexpected thing for you. not to mention, an unexpected plan from us. y/n and i have been seeing each other for a few months now. it wasn’t really planned for us to be revealed this early, but thank you for supporting my girlfriend. i am glad to get this off of our chest, because i’ve been wanting to show her off.”

playfully pushing him to the side, “okay thank you for attending this stream, see you tomorrow. love you guys.” making sure you ended the stream fully before giving off a sigh.

“looks like i can show you off now.”

“okay, that’s enough fame for you.”

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author’s note: this story has been sitting in my drafts for months and i’m deciding to complete it on a random weekday.

[leadenn]

Hello welcome to my Chloé, Adrien, Jon, and Damian being childhood friends agenda. Chloé and Damian fucking hate each other until they're 13 and form an alliance against Gabriel bc they both hate him more than they hate each other.

Bruce knows Gabriel bc rich people stuff, so when he had another accidental child acquisition arc he figured Damian could use a friend or two his age (Jon, Chloé, and Adrien)

Damian dislikes this at first, but then he doesn't hate being around Jon and Adrien. Chloé is a different story. She's a spoiled brat, he hates her, and he doesn't understand why killing her would be a bad thing. The feeling is mutual.

Jon and Damian have comical little shenanigans hiding their hero identities from Chloé and Adrien, and they have to do the same shit except hide it from Jon and Damian once they get their miraculous.

I can imagine them all going on vacation together or something and going over the various ways to hide shit from each other

Damian: I open the doors so you can't rip them off the hinges by accident- Jon: I did that twice. Damian: Because Agreste said something you considered "cute" and you were flustered enough to behave like a barbarian. Do you have any other comments? Jon: You know you're only allowed to have two weapons on your person, right dude? Damian: Tt. Yes. Jon: Do I need to check your pockets? Damian: *pulls out an unrealistic number of knives from his pockets, and reaches into his socks to pull out more knives*

Meanwhile in paris Chloé: You don't need to lecture me about making sure Pollen behaves. She's never done anything wrong ever. Adrien: You and her came up with the idea to pretend Pollen is a wasp and have her try and sting Lila in front of everyone Chloé: Yes, and? It was funny and she totally had it coming. Adrien: ... Chloé: Don't fucking say it- Adrien: Beehave. Chloé: If Pollen and I can't do the wasp thing YOU CAN'T MAKE BAD PUNS-

[aksm]

Doomed by the narrative is a popular, fun trope. It's what superhero movies are all about. If you take the average superhero you already probably would know how their story is, what tragic backstory they had, what events shaped their life, etc.

So what you'll see whenever there's a new story about them is those major backstory elements rehashed or subverted or played with or at least mentioned in some way. Because that's the story. That's the narrative. And the character is established by that narrative and therefore also doomed by it.

ATSV is no different. In fact it goes full meta with it. (There used to be a time when being meta was so cool until it was so goddamn overdone that it became stupid and you just want the earnestness of the pre-meta stories. You can only furiously 'wink wink' and violently*nudge nudge* the audience so much before you lose their interest. Anyway ATSV is fully earnest in it's meta that you don't even register it as being meta until you take a step back and look at the story being told. Like it's a proper metamodernist piece. Also I like how the two great examples of metamodernist media are both multiverse stories. The other being everything everywhere all at once, of course)

What the movie does differently is having how different people react to the 'Doomed by the Narrative trope’ be the forefront of the story. That is the story, actually. It also explores how valid everyone's reactions are. Even Miguel's (my hot take).

Like Peter B has lived as Spider-man long enough and has gone through most of the Spider-Man canon and was in a slump when we first met him. Like he even separated from MJ. But he rolls with it. Because that's just who he is. But now?

It was because of Miles Peter B got back into his groove and found his place again. It was essentially because of Miles he got back with MJ and had a baby and found stability in being himself.

'How do I know I'm ready, Miles?'

'You can't. It's a leap of faith.'

Miguel is angry but resigned because the one time he tried to defy the narrative it fucked everything up so bad. An entire universe was lost because of him. So now he’s doing what he genuinely believes is the right thing to do. He built the spider society to really make sure no one else can repeat his mistake and lose everything. Like what Peter Blond said in the first movie, 'because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is me' except change 'city' to 'arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse'.

So of course he’s angry when Miles suggests that canon can be changed. That he can deny fate. Both because he’s convinced Miles is wrong and is going to get people killed and also if Miles is right than Miguel has to reckon with the fact that he’s convinced so many Spider-people to just adhere to the canon that had engulfed every aspect of his life now and let their loved ones die because he was convinced there was no fighting the narrative. That not everyone is as doomed as he is. Miles challenging that notion while there is concrete evidence of the notion being correct is cool af.

And Hobie, who probably knows he's doomed but has his own agenda for joining spider society. He's stealing knick knacks, building his own watch and shit. He might accept the narrative but he's not gonna live by it. If the narrative is gonna take him down he’s not going down limp. So of course when he sees Miles rebelling against the narrative he is fully on board. Miles exemplifies Hobie's traits. That is a proper punk.

And Gwen. My god. She escaped her narrative of being a dead spidey gf only to become a spidey trope herself. Seriously, an alternate universe gwen that doesn't die at the bell tower and instead is that universe's spider-woman? How cool is that? Oh wait. Your dad's gonna die and your Peter is also dead. Sorry. Haha.

Anyway, the movie opening with her and us seeing her current mental place was done so well. She misses Peter. She misses Miles. But both of these people aren't in her life anymore. Her dad hates who she is. She's depressed. But she's still spider-woman. And then the story happens and vulture and Miguel and then boom. Her father knows her identity. And essentially disowns her. She flees to the spider-verse. She can't go back home and she’s even more stressed out and angry when she learns that as Spider-Woman she's gonna lose her loved ones no matter what.

She lost Pete. And now she might lose her dad. So now she's in a limbo. By not going back home she is saving her father because he can't die unless she's there to not save him. The narrative will still eventually doom her. But she can put it off by having spider-people adventures and upholding the narrative that wants to doom her. Goddamn irony.

But she stops going along with it when she sees Miles' reaction to finding out he’s doomed. He doesn't give in to the narrative. He doesn't care about canon. He fights back. And that one little push gives her the spark to try and find out just how doomed she really is. And that ending scene when her dad stops being a police officer and really just becomes her dad. The doom lingering over her 'canon event' vanishes. He's no longer the capt stacey doomed to die in a spider story. He's a dad who's accepting his daughter wholly. I fucking love Gwen's whole arc in this movie.

And then there's Miles. Goddamn Miles, man. He was trying so hard to figure out what his narrative even is, but is determined that he can figure it out, that he can spread his wings and manage on his own and find his place and be himself.

Like, I would've written a paragraph dedicated to Pavitr on here but Miles already saved him from the narrative. Pavitr, my wholesome boy I hope you face no strife in life and everything goes absolutely splendid for you at all times my precious baby boy I love him.

Anyway, Miles finding out he's doomed? And how he finds out is from the people he thought would truly understand what he's about? And them not only accepting the fact that him (and all other spider-people) are doomed but going along with it? That has to be the biggest 'what the actual fuck' moment for him. It's so out of left field for him, understandably so. This whole building of heroes are all 'yeah. Peter from universe 573683 can't clock in today. He just lost his uncle' like that's such a fucked up concept that Miles will not even look at the reasoning Miguel or anyone else puts in front of him.

And this radical rejection is the best character take. I seriously seriously can't wait to see the next movie and see just how Miles deals with a narrative hellbent on dooming him. Spider society will be in shambles.

Obligatory 'Do it, Miles. Break the fucking canon.'

This post was inspired by another tumblr post that I can't find but it expressed my thoughts about the 'doomed by the narrative' aspect of it all but not in the words I had in mind so I wrote it myself

[illym]

Two idiots walk into a bar. The third laughs at them before proceeding to walk into it as well.

Translation assistance: @yomotsu-hirasaka + anonymous

Cleaned and original comics below the cut.

ID in alt.

Explaining the joke:

In Chipp's story path 3 in GG:XX, he gets brainwashed by Robo-Ky (yes, Robo-Ky has brainwashing / mind control abilities in GG:XX. It's played fairly seriously, but I find it funny). This is in order to use his abilities to accomplish the PWAB's agenda— capturing Japanese people.

In the game, Chipp successfully stabs Anji. Anji realizes what's going on and proclaims that he'll bring Chipp back to his senses (which he does not). The joke is that here, Anji is utterly oblivious to what Chipp was trying to do, assuming that Chipp's just trying to help him out.

Specific assistances:

@.yomotsu-hirasaka: Translating Robo-Ky's dialogue into regular text. Checked various small things for accurate transcribing.

Anonymous: Checked various small things for accurate transcribing.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this was awful and the entire reason it was awful is because I hold myself to an extremely high standard...

I noticed that the dialogue was similar to the dialogue between Chipp and Anji at the beginning of their meeting in Chipp's path 3. So in order to get a more accurate translation, I went to check a recording of of the dialogue on Youtube. However, it was just too different in tone and feeling for me to feel comfortable just using it without seeing the transcript.

So I said to myself, 'Let's go open up XX #RELOAD and change the language to Japanese; shouldn't take more than an hour all together'.

It turns out you can't change the language of XX #RELOAD. So I went to access XX #SLASH (because, well, may as well use the Japanese-only game if I'm going to be viewing the Japanese dialogue). It takes a while to access. I open it up, and check training mode quickly to make sure it's the correct version. It's the first iteration of XX. Not the third.

'Huh. Dang.' I say to myself, and proceed to actually access #SLASH.

It turns out #SLASH doesn't have a story mode.

I access XX again, utterly done with all of this, and then realize with dawning horror that I'll need to beat Ky's story path 2 in order to access Chipp's story path 3. Because the writers of XX really admired hedge mazes.

And then I remembered that the Guilty Gear Wiki has the original Japanese transcript along with having the English transcript.

And they had Chipp's full transcript.

It was... An exhausting and tumultuous use of 4 hours. But at least I can access Guilty Gear X Plus, now....? Like I've been wanting....?

Ugh.

Funny comic.

I've been rechecking some translations because I realized I was doing something incorrectly and I honestly forget how much I have to adjust these to make sense in English. More power to me, woohoo.... (<- exhausted...)

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - all these kisses Korea, are you feeling okay?

Entirely subjective yadda yadda. Organized sorta by favs in each category.

Sept 2023 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 5 of 12 - I did think the sketch was done AFTER they’d become lovers. Meanwhile, I do enjoy the creepy slipping through time moments, adds nicely to the tension. I’m sublimely uninterested in all the hets but that's normal for me. Bit of a slow episode, but I'm looking forward to next week. 

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 - Cohabitation trope activated. Also "lovable grandma" is a new BL archetype I can get behind. Honestly PerthChimon's dynamic is good, it’s fun to watch a Thai BL where the leads are actually both stellar actors. There’s no stilted awkwardness to their dialogue back & forth or other interactions. I also like having MarcPuwin back on my screen. NO DAMN SINGING. Finally a fun twist on the faen fatale. 

Hidden Agenda (Sun YT) ep 10 of 12 - I like that we’re seeing actual realistic consequences of coming out. Not the big parental freak out, but the small nasties of opening up as an everyday queer. This is rare in BL.  

Naughty Babe (Sat YT) ep 3 of 8 - Lap sitting, lots of kissing, one arm counter lift - thank you, boys. Stupid tiny dog (not a euphemism). Is it just me or does Max look extra pretty these days? Anygay, it’s all quite silly and I'm mildly enjoying it.  

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 11 of 12 - I remain enamored of Big Daddy & the Hot Doc but nothing else. 

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 3 of 10 eps - Their history and the consequences of the confession to their friendship all seems a little sad & cruel. But also it’s just this pulp, ya know? 

(10 points to the True Geek who gets that reference.)

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 6 of 10 - I want Mew’s moms’ story as a GL. (Not from this team, of course.) Ah even Sand can be a lying creep, best not to like anyone in this show... frankly, best just not to like this show. And ya know what, I'm pretty sure I really don't.

Could I make something clear? You can’t "steal a lover from someone." That's puerile thinking. That lover wants to go. It’s the lover’s fault (if anyone) not the one who stole that lover, no matter how much an asshole Top is. Sand’s ex is at fault, not Top. And screw Sand for thinking that way. Like his ex wasn't a whole person in their own right capable of making decisions?

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 3-4 Marry Go Round of 24 eps - The premise of this is dumb. The pair is fun. They still kiss great. The actors are good. Crap story. What can you do? Don’t watch it. 5/10 

I need to rewatch Destiny Seeker now. 

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - Omg. Too stupid to live. Why am I still watching this? How many more? Ugh. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Why R U? (Korea Wed iQIYI) eps 7-8fin - SaifahZon (no matter what country) are probably the softest enemies to lovers ever put on screen. Yes they are very cute and I like them better than the original. However, no one can out do ZeeSaint for the count down kiss on the rooftop. All in all, I enjoyed the final 2 eps, very cute. I liked this BL a lot but I’d love to know what somebody thought who hadn’t seen the original.

Ultimately, what can I say about Why R U? Korea?

Korea decided to remake, of all possible Thai BLs, Why RU? And that is exactly what we got: a short form, clean & pretty, uneven chemistry, slightly confusing, all the same tropes KBL that kind of cliff-noted the original but with none of the heat or complex relationship dynamics. I just … what world is this? Because it is BOTH bizarro land, and EXACTLY what I expected. How do I rate something like that? In the end I have to go back to simple questions: did I like it, would I rewatch it, and would I recommend it? Yes. Probably. And probably not. What the actual hell reality? 8/10 

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 1-2 of 10 - Office romance, broken-grumpy + innocent-sunshine. (Also cutie devil meets angel bestie hotties.) Gotta say, Taiwan is awfully good at moments of recognition. I sense some whipping boy and obsession incoming, looks good on you, Taiwan. Do I like it? Of course I like it! 

Kisseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 5 of 13(?) - Taiwan never met a trope it didn’t wanna play with. Teacher student + secret relationship, there’s only one bed but they slept together on the floor anyway... it’s a trope gum ball machine. I'm not mad, a bit confused, but who cares.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Uh-oh baby is sad. Yo is such a drama queen - I respect that in a boy. Also, I love it that W took it as and excuse to play Real Boyfriends. Also leaning v obsessive stalker there Japan. As expected you had to go there. Carry on, you do (and track on your creep app) you.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - Ugh. I kind of enjoyed seeing Minato in pain and having to work for the relationship for a change. But that’s just because I’m so frustrated with his character this season and I want him to SUFFER. Sides are cute tho. I like them better this season. 

It's Airing But...

Crazy Handsome Rich (Sun Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - I just can’t. The sound. DNF 

Bump Up Business AKA Bump Up Project (Korea movie) original cinema release was 9/15 but MDL indicates it's been moved to October so I'll shift my dates. Last status update. Love story between a trainee who is about to debut and a celebrity from the same agency (based on a webtoon). Kpop boy group OnlyOneOf signed on to star. They’ve been auditioning for this since Libido IMHO. You can watch me chronicle their BL MV series in this post. It’s from Idol Romance who will do sad but can do good kisses (Wish You, Nobleman Ryu, Once Again, Kissable Lips, Poongduck 304, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You).

In case you missed it?

What Did You Eat Yesterday? is now available on Gaga. If you enjoyed Our Dining Table, you will enjoy this. 

I did a quick analysis of 2 different acting styles based on these 2 boys here.

Boyband, I finally watched the 6 eps that are available. It aired earlier this year and was hard to find. For good reason it turns out. Yes it’s about a Thai boyband so I skipped all the singing bits. I like the actor playing Juju (Brothers). Also hi Art, are you actually ageless? Lots of other familiar faces popped up like Copter, Max, Fluke. It actually started as a solid little story (if not much of a romance). The stuff with the organizers was v boring and there were 2 het sides but the rest of it was palatable. Operative word being was. Something happened around ep 3, like they lost funding as well as distribution and it just... fizzled. No real ending, no character dev, no story resolution, just blank. It’s like it DNF’d itself. 3/10 I don’t know what I just watched and neither does it. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Still To Come In September

9/26 I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan ????) - Adapted from the manga, childhood best friends: The cool, smart one who’s good at everything, and his average, dorky friend who struggles. Always by the other’s side, but not together in the way they truly want to be. No matter how hard they try, their hearts cannot reach each other.

9/27 Absolute Zero (Thai iQIYI) - from 2021, Studio Wabi Sabi and New Siwaj finally bring us this “time loop to prevent tragedy” romance. We don’t always get HEAs from them, so I'm on my guard.

9/27 Bon Appetit (Korea iQIYI) - from 2022, 8 eps from GoGo Studio, romance between an office worker who lives off junk food and the man next door who cooks well.

9/? Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam YouTube?) - it's Vietnam so your guess is as good as mine.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Just look at the PRETTY! His makeup is flawless this series. I don't know who GMMTV hired new for makeup recently, but this ain't Thai style, this genius trained at the feet of Korea's finest. You keep that bitch (hon. gender nu) around, GMMTV, ya hear? (Hidden Agenda)

Gah, I love Yai so much. He tries so hard. He's such a sweet earnest character. He's like the angel-baby opposite of Chan (devil-baby) but they both my 2023 babies. (I Feel You Linger in the Air)

You know I love it when a BL gets meta about tropes. Here's Why R U?K calling out enemies to lovers.

Kabedon!

Yes we like all the snacks, thank you Korea. Your BL is basically snack food anyway. I'm not mad about it.

SWITCHES! I love it when we get this kinda thing. (All Why R U? Korea)

It me in all horror movies and whenever a boy starts to sing in a BL. (Venus in the Sky)

(Last week) 

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Unapologetic displays of public affection 🥰

Shigarki not realising it’s probably not appropriate to make out with his lover in the middle of a battle, or hugging Dabi from behind whilst he’s cooking <3

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

*sighing deeply* this one doesn't have any porn, but it did make my brain go AWOOGA

Dabi could have fucking never guessed how pathetic he really was. Not until he started dating Shigaraki. Not until he found out that the other man is apparently just as touch and affection-starved as he was and as soon as he determined Dabi wouldn't set him on fire, he decided that it was fair game to touch him at every possible second. Dabi doesn't know how the fuck the heroes haven't pegged that they're dating yet, but apparently the two of them holding hands on a raid got spun into some sob story saying that he was being coerced into villainy, Duster clearly restraining him with his deadly quirk. But no. He's not. It's just so embarrassing that he wants Tomura's love and affection at every single second of the day, and apparently he cannot draw a line between that and working. Not when it feels so good to have, when it makes him work harder, do more, and... makes him happier. It makes him so much happier that it's humiliating. When he has to go more than a day or two without seeing Tomura anymore as he gets deeper into the doc's treatments, he feels his mood plummet, and it's noticeable enough the others commented on it too. Shig hadn't even blinked, had been more than happy to leave him a bunch of little recordings of him saying the sweetest things for him, wore a hoodie everywhere outside of meetings before he left so that Dabi could wear it and be enveloped with his scent, and had gotten him a large soft moth plush with red eyes that he could snuggle up to when he was in bed alone until he came back. He's been alone for years and it's pathetic how much having all of these things affects him, but he doesn't care anymore. He's been denied things that feel good for over a decade and he is taking what he wants now. 

And what he wants, and what Tomura wants when he comes back after four days away, is to be cuddled up as close as possible for as long as they can stand to be. But unfortunately, they are in charge of an army, and they have fucking work to do. So they have to wait to be cozy and cuddled in their bed. 

That does not stop Dabi from immediately getting into his lap and wrapping his arms around his middle as Tomura's hand rests on his knee and his waist to keep him steady and close as everyone settles in for the meeting. Dabi tucks his head against his shoulder, only peeking out enough to see the notes and files open on Tomura's laptop. Everyone files in and sits down, and Shigaraki clicks over to the agenda. 

"Trumpet, you said that you had some new information about the manifesto and our public approval ratings?" 

"I do--" He clears his throat slightly, looking a little pink. "Is that entirely appropriate?" 

"Is what appropriate?" 

"I just mean," he backtracks, "Wouldn't you like to sit in a chair, Dabi?" 

"What? No. If I wanted to sit in my chair then I would have done it already. Is your brain leaking today?" 

He doesn't really get why Compress is sighing so heavily or why Toga is giggling, but Trumpet, at least, stops being stupid and just gets on with the rest of the meeting. Things are slow-going, but it's still a good meeting overall, because once he's finished with his update, Dabi catches one of his lover's hands in his own and threads as many of their fingers together as he can safely. And Tomura kisses his temple with a promise of even more affection when they're alone. Pathetic how perfect every scrap of it makes him feel.

[mj-iza-writer]

Day in the life prompt. This was another request. I'm doing this as day in the life of Caretaker and Whumpee with Caretaker.

Then, Whumper and Whumpee with Whumper will be written in a different story. I think this will be too long if I do it all here. I also want to write Caretaker with a recovered Whumpee as well, but I know I've written several already. I enjoy that trop a lot. - Mj

I'll tag as # day in the life whump addition

Caretaker woke up and got ready just like any other day. They made their way down the hall doing their final adjustments to their outfit.

They quietly peaked in on Whumpee, who seemed to be sleeping comfortably. It wasn't quite time for them to get up, so Caretaker quietly closed the door again.

Down in the kitchen, Caretaker started their pot of coffee, and prepped breakfast. They also prepared Whumpee's morning medicine to have with breakfast.

Just before waking up Whumpee, Caretaker wrote the agenda of the day on a whiteboard so Whumpee knew what to expect today.

Whumpee woke to Caretaker gently shaking them. Their eyes fluttered open to a smiling face.

"Good morning Whumpee", Caretaker whispered.

Whumpee stretched and tried to go back to sleep.

"No, no. We can't go back to sleep, it's time for breakfast. You can have a nap later if you want", Caretaker gently pulled Whumpee to a sitting position, "come on."

Whumpee yawned and gave a tired look to Caretaker.

"I'm glad you're finally getting better sleep", Caretaker smiled as they swung Whumpee's legs around to help them up, "I'm sure your doctor will be happy to hear that as well."

Whumpee nodded, "I think that medicine they recommended helped, I didn't have any nightmares either."

"That's good, I'm glad", Caretaker grinned.

Whumpee was left to get ready.

Whumpee pulled on the outfit they lovingly called their comfy outfit. Loose fitting sweats, a long sleeve shirt that hid all of their scars and bruises, lastly, they found a pair of fluffy socks.

Whumpee looked into the mirror when they were all dressed.

"Well, I blend in a little. I still look frail and sick, but at least people can't see my injuries", Whumpee shook as they thought back to those days.

"Whumpee, I'm plating breakfast", Caretaker called to them, "please hurry a little if you can."

Whumpee practiced a breathing exercise to calm themself, then left the room.

They stopped at the board to read what was on the agenda for the day.

"Ugh, another doctor appointment today", Whumpee kept reading, "Ooh, that sounds good for dinner though."

Caretaker looked out at them, "oh good. Just in time."

"What doctor are we going to today?", Whumpee looked at them concerned, "I thought I was done for a while."

"Just a quick follow up with Doctor Pete, one of your test came back, and it needs to be retested", Caretaker looked over the board, "let's get breakfast and take your medicine. We have a while before the appointment."

Whumpee followed Caretaker to the table where breakfast was waiting.

Nothing major came up from the doctor... thankfully. Doctor Pete wanted to do a just in case test to make sure nothing was missed. Whumpee seemed to be healing really well.

On the way home Caretaker treated Whumpee to a sweat stop.

Whumpee now had a pound of candy sitting on their lap, and a big grin to go with it.

After lunch, Nurse Casey came by.

She watched over Whumpee while Caretaker took a break.

Caretaker went out for some errands and a few friends wanted to meet for coffee.

Nurse Casey did physical therapy with Whumpee, then let Whumpee lead the afternoon activities until Caretaker got home.

After Nurse Casey left Caretaker allowed Whumpee to have some private time to do whatever they liked while they worked in their office.

"I find it's important to let you have some personal time so you can become a little more independent. Though I will still be nearby in case you need me", Caretaker often said, "I believe you could become smothered with too much attention from me, and that could cause negative results and stress. Plus, you've spent the last few years around people with ill intentions, so I'm sure some peace and quiet is appreciated."

Caretaker encouraged Whumpee to pick up hobbies and interests as well. There was a good chance Caretaker would already have anything you could think of on hand. If not, they were happy to order it if you wanted.

Caretaker worked in their office for a while. They had to update Whumpee's care charts and journals as part of the care. They kept everything neatly filed in case the courts or detectives needed information.

This day, Whumpee had pulled out a puzzle and was working on the dining table.

Caretaker peaked in in time to see Whumpee blankly looking at a piece.

"Doing okay Whumpee?", they walked up beside them.

"Um, yes, I just realized my life has become like a puzzle. It feels impossible to put together though", Whumpee looked up.

"Yes I suppose it does", Caretaker took the piece from Whumpee, "sometimes it's good to work on puzzles together though", Caretaker placed the piece down into the puzzle Whumpee was working on. It was a perfect fit, "having a team to help you get the pieces together makes things a little easier."

Whumpee looked up at Caretaker with a, thankful expression, "thankyou", their lip quivered.

"You're welcome, Whumpee. I'm always here for you", Caretaker turned, "I'll be in the kitchen preparing dinner and getting your evening meds together."

That night, Caretaker brought Whumpee's last pill for the night to the bedroom. Whumpee was resting in bed already, but sat up to take the medicine.

Caretaker sat on the edge of the bed as Whumpee took the pill. Caretaker listened as Whumpee talked. They smiled when the pill seemed to be working.

"I caught that yawn", Caretaker grinned, "your eyes are getting heavy."

Whumpee nodded tiredly.

"That medicine seems to help you wind down a lot", Caretaker helped Whumpee lay down, "it works pretty fast for you as well."

Whumpee nodded again, "my whole body is untensed as well", they yawned, "I like that feeling."

"I'm glad", Caretaker covered them, "I'll be in my office for a while, then I'm going to bed. Call if you need me, okay."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou Caretaker for taking care of me. I appreciate you so much for helping me."

"You're welcome Whumpee", Caretaker started to leave, "get some sleep."

Later, after Caretaker finished their notes for Whumpee's day, they made their way to Whumpee's bedroom to check on them.

Whumpee snores lightly as Caretaker pulled the blankets up again.

"Goodnight Whumpee", Caretaker looked over the sleeping Whumpee, "you are an honor to take care of."

Caretaker yawned, "it's time for bed", they stretched as they walked to their bedroom, "then we'll do it all over again tomorrow", they smiled.

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[itsclydebitches]

The thing about that Winter thing, just to remind, from her POV she killed James. The last she saw of him was was her making him explode. From her perspective she is the one who killed that guy. And she is not very Brocken up about it.

Its amusing because they give Adam more sympathy then this. Blake literally broke down sobbing after killing him and even the triumphant song they released had a note about how sad Adam's story was and how this boy lost his way being consumed by hate and spite.

It was not alot, but like...its more then they give Jimmy LOL.

Pretty sure I got this ask when we all thought Winter was writing on Ironwood's grave, but regardless...

Yeeeah.

Something I've been thinking about lately is how Ironwood is the one villain who is still irrevocably against Salem and how that should have made such a difference, but didn't. Even Adam, whose story-line became 99% about his abusive relationship with Blake, was working with Cinder earlier on who, in turn, was working for Salem. Every major villain in the show (that I can think of off the top of my head, anyway) did something to forward Salem's agenda: Cinder, Watts, Tyrian, Hazel, Emerald, Raven, Adam, Roman. That consistency means that although I might often side-eye the heroes' inability to forgive (or hypocritically forgive on a dime) it at least makes sense that they would look at someone like Lionheart, someone who was helping Salem end the world, and dismiss any goodness within them.

Ironwood, in contrast, was working against Salem up until the moment he died.

Did the writers give him a senseless, fucked-up means of moving against Salem via a 'just bomb civilians' plan? Yes and I'll forever side-eye that too. However, I think if the heroes should have forgiveness/sympathy/mixed feelings/an emotional reaction to any villain, it should be the one whose villains acts were all in the name of stopping their shared enemy. In debating the ethical and practical merits of Ironwood's plans, I think many fans have lost sight of the larger picture. He's trying to get the Relics away from Salem, keep their last army of huntsmen in reserve to fight Salem later, get at least one city of people safely away from Salem. No matter how messed up, no matter how misguided and OOC there wasn't a single thing Ironwood did that wasn't guided by his attempts to keep Salem from ending the world. In a better written show, that would have meant something. Even if we still had to get cartoon villain Ironwood, the characters would at least acknowledge that he (from the show's POV) did all the wrong things for the right reasons. Winter in particular was set up to be that nuanced insight, given his mentor-esque status and her unfailing faith in 99% of the choices Ironwood made. That the show would have her (from her POV) kill him and then just sneer at how she waited too long to do it is insane. Please write these characters humanely! Even if you come to hate someone for what they've done, years worth of love for them doesn't just up and disappear!! That's the one (1) snow scene moment RWBY got completely right: of course Ozpin is still going to care for Lionheart despite his betrayal.

For me, intent will always matter. It might not excuse everything (or anything at all), but it opens the door for forgiveness in a way that few other things will. Which is why the intent of other characters, in contrast, makes Ironwood's writing so much worse. You have Qrow teaming up with Tyrian because he refuses to go see Ironwood in handcuffs and Emerald who is "redeemed" because she was literally just standing beside Oscar post-realization that Cinder doesn't love her. The show says, "You're forgiven for being so stubborn you'll deliberately help kill your friend" and the characters say "You're forgiven for trying to end the world/destroying a school and then stopping out of selfish self-interest." But there's no "You're forgiven for taking extreme measures in a no-win scenario in an effort to salvage some hope against an immortal enemy." That's messed up to me! Especially given that Ironwood is (presumably) dead. If there's ever a time to let characters extend compassion in a way they may not be able to with the person still there and potentially still enacting wrong, it's when they've died for those heroic beliefs. Ironwood is the one villain who, methods aside, was 100% fighting the right battle and he's simultaneously the one villain that characters and story alike refuse to give even a smidge of sympathy for. Wild.

[jakegooglyeyes]

Delicacy - vampire!Jake

Gif credit: me (@/jakegooglyeyes)

Pairing: vampire!Jake x f!reader

Summary: You are on your period and Jake is eager to have a taste.

Warnings: oral while on period (f receiving), no penetration, menstruation, blood. RPF. 18+ Minor DNI.

Word count: 1317

A/N: A little idea I had with @gyllenhaalstories​. Thank you so much for your support and love. This is me celebrating the month of October. While I don’t plan to do a full Kinktober, I’m trying to get my motivation for writing back.

"Let me have a little taste."

When you hear Jake's request, you almost throw your pillow at his face for daring to make such an outrageous proposal. The painful cramps are aggravating enough. No way in hell you're going to let him make a huge mess just because of his sudden appetite.

Long story short, your boyfriend is a vampire a few centuries old. That's fine. Ever since he opened up to you about that, you've occasionally indulged his thirst for blood. That's also fine because he makes it feel very pleasurable for you. Now he's asking if he can taste your menstruation blood. That's NOT fine. You're NOT fine.

"I read this technique from one of my family's ancient tomes, and I'm sure I can make the cramping disappear. Y/N, please?"

Wow, can he think of a worse justification? You grit your teeth and insist that he cannot. Then, you curl yourself around the warm water bottle and decide to ignore the person sitting on the side of your bed, who is looking at you like a puppy waiting for treats.

"I promise, it's going to feel so good. C'mon, love, you know it will."

Jake still hasn't given up. He litters your sides and stomach with tiny kisses to ease you up. Your boyfriend has fantasized about this many times but never had the chance to bring it up to you. And this time, he is determined to get your permission. He has held himself back and come extremely close to losing it many times. But right now, you just simply smell so good. He is never going to let this one chance slip away. Jake is so close to your pussy that he can practically smell your warm and inviting lifeblood.

You hate to admit it, but you are somewhat curious, and if he really can make the pain go away, then you want it. Still, this is too outlandish. Everyone has some reservations about themselves.

"Ow, fuck." You curse softly, feeling another throbbing pain in your lower abdomen. This month's cramps are particularly nasty. Your mind wanders. If Jake is telling the truth, what do you have to lose? Worst case scenario, he makes a bloody mess on the bed sheet. But he would be dealing with the consequences because he was the one who asked for it. And despite the pain, auntie Flo also makes you kind of horny.

"Please... I swear you will not regret it." Jake continues to push his agenda. He's so hungry for you now someone would need to stab him with a wooden stake to make him stop.

"Alright, fine. But you clean the sheet." You nod, rethinking your life choices before laying on your back, still pressing the water bottle on your belly.

"Thank you, love. You just relax. Let me take care of everything." Jake mentally throws his hands in the air celebrating figuratively as he gets a clean towel and puts it beneath your butts. Next, he eagerly slips off your pajama's bottom. His face lits up as he gets a whiff of your divine scent. He slowly removes your panties and finds the string of your tampon. Jake pulls on it gently, testing your reaction. You grumble, wondering if you've made a mistake letting him have his way.

"Is it okay if I pull it out?" Jake looks up at you, awaiting your approval. You nod, and he grins from ear to ear. You inhale, feeling the piece of cotton slipping through your entrance. Jake fights back the urge to suck on the tampon like a popsicle before discarding the thing. Once he's done, he sits back and takes time to admire your pussy, savoring every second.

"There there. It's going to feel nice soon." Jake coos. His hand caresses the protruding hill below your belly button. He doesn't waste another second before diving between your legs and gives your soft lips a good lick, tasting the blood that lingers on them. You let out a small whimper. Your body is a lot more sensitive during this time of the month. Knowing this, Jake is much more gentle today, slowly enjoying the metallic taste.

His tongue works on your clit, circling and pressing down on it. The sensation makes your inner walls contract, pushing out a stream of red, which Jake happily laps right up. You can't tell if you're getting wet or if that's just your blood, perhaps a mixture of both. All you can feel is warm fluid trickling down your thighs.

"You taste so good, baby. Your blood is exquisite as it is, but this is a treat." Jake compliments as he fully immerses himself in the flavor.

You quiver as you feel his tongue making love to your inner thighs before returning to your aching clit. He carefully closes his lips around each of your lips and sucks on them. You sigh and relax a little more. His low body temperature has a pleasant cooling effect on your sensitive parts. He looks pretty pleased with himself whenever you moan and squeeze your legs around his head, showing him how much you enjoy this. You get to feel better during the worst time of the month, and he gets to have an all-you-can-eat buffet. What's there to complain about?

His hand rubbing your tummy starts moving in a circular motion, and to your surprise, the pain begins to lessen bit by bit. You release a joyful whimper. Then, without the pain ruining your attention, you close your eyes, relishing the mounting pleasure between your trembling legs.

"Don't hold back, baby. Let it all out." Jake praises softly before spreading your entrance with his thumb, allowing him easier access. His tongue makes its way into your dripping walls, drawing out more wetness while he makes mental notes, memorizing the heavenly scent and taste. The flavor is incredible beyond his imagination.

"I've been waiting for this for weeks. Feed me, love." He pleas before increasing the pressure on your mound. You can practically feel his fangs brushing over your clit and pussy lips. Jake momentarily breaks away from the main feast to munch on your thighs, drawing out delicious yelps from you. He quietly plans to take care of those delectable thighs some other days. Right now, though, he has a more important goal.

Your cheeks feel hot, and your eyes start to water as a delightful tingling sensation spreads throughout your body. Jake's light stubbles tickle your skin, and the tip of his nose pokes at your swollen bud, adding to the increasing pleasure. You arch your back, grinding yourself into Jake's mouth even more. Your eyes are closed, and you can't see, but you know his face is probably covered in your blood and juices.

With a white flash, your pussy throbs, and you scream as your orgasm hits. The contraction of your walls pushes out a rivulet of warm nectar. Jake carefully sips it up like the finest wine he has ever tasted.

"It truly is a delicacy from Eden. Only God could have created such a wonderful concoction." Jake laments to himself while cleaning up the last drops with his tongue. You roll your eyes at his corny language but are too sleepy to protest. He tenderly sucks and licks your flower for what feels like hours before tending to you with a towel soaked in warm water. After that, he helps you change into clean clothes and bring you a cup of hot chocolate, just as you like whenever you have to deal with your period.

You take a sip of the beverage, feeling the energy return to your limbs. The cramping has gone, and your body feels light and content. Jake lays down and pulls you into his arms, resting your head on his shoulder before kissing you on the forehead while humming a familiar tune.

[minisugakoobies]

All Wound Up (Harder) | KSJ, PJM

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader x Jimin

Genre: smut, porn with the barest of plots, strangers to lovers, Rock Star!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, kissing, oral (m + f receiving), facefucking, fingering, masturbation (m), handjobs, multiple cumshots, teasing, orgasm denial/edging, nipple tweaking, pinching, light spanking, thigh slapping, finger sucking, threesome, rough sex, spitroasting, squirting, Jimin's tongue, yes that needs its own warning, brat tamer Jin agenda, Fire Jin and Mic Drop Jimin are the visuals but with a lot more sweat and body chains, prodigious use of the words "brat" "sir" and "good girl" so don't say I didn't warn you, pure sunshine Hoseok agenda

Word Count: 11K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: It's Jin and Jimin's turn for their body chain fittings. Will you finish the job and go home, or will this turn into another unforgettable night?

A/N: It's finally here! The sequel to All Wound Up (Tighter), which was inspired by the body harnesses worn by the vocal line at Permission to Dance On Stage. This can be read as a standalone fic if you haven't read the first one!

This is basically PWP again, so please be advised that reality truly doesn't factor in here. In the real world, there would probably be more of a discussion about kinks and limits, but is just a story of filthy strangers about to get it on. It's one hundred percent pure indulgence. Please enjoy. 😈

(Also this is my first attempt at writing brat taming, so... please be kind! 🥺)

Unbeta'd as usual. Let me know what you think - my inbox is open!💕

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“Sugar! What a delightful surprise. Aren’t you supposed to be at your fitting with Jin and Jimin?”

“I sure am. So would you care to tell me why I’m at their hotel suite right now and they are not?” You sigh into your phone, listening as your business partner taps away on his laptop.

“Um, I’m not sure. My last email exchange with Yoongi says they’d be ready for you at four. Let me call him real quick and see what’s going on, okay?” Hoseok offers.

“Okay.” Hanging up, you slide down the wall to sit against the door, glancing at your watch with a frown.

As the owner of a successful body accessories shop, Dark & Wild, you really don’t have time to spare. Your jewelry is in high demand, especially after two of the members of the band Dead Leaves wore your body chains during the first leg of their sold out world tour. 

You painstakingly craft every piece yourself. As your company’s popularity grows, so does your need to be back in your workshop, not sitting in the hallway of the ritzy Black Swan hotel, waiting for the other half of the band to show up for a fitting for their own custom harnesses.

Your phone buzzes. “Got some bad news, sugar,” Hoseok softly coos, obviously trying to cushion whatever blow he’s about to deliver. “It looks like Yoongi got the dates mixed up. He thought the fitting was tomorrow. The band’s still at rehearsal right now.”

“Well, that’s just fucking great. I’ve wasted my time getting here today, and I can’t be here tomorrow because I have that out-of-town meeting with my silver guy, remember?” 

“I do remember, since I’m the one who scheduled it. But it’s okay - I have some good news, too.”

You lean your head against the door. “Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that?”

Hoseok laughs, the sunny sound filling the hallway. “Sorry, I figured it was better to start with the bad. Anyway, Yoongi is sending someone over to pick you up and take you to the concert venue. He said you’re welcome to hang out until rehearsal ends - should only be another hour or so - or you can hang out in the artist’s lounge backstage. You can do the fitting there when they’re done.”

“Sure, whatever,” you reply, grabbing the handle of your suitcase, which holds the custom pieces. “Tell Yoongi I’m charging him for the time I have to sit here waiting.”

“I’ll pass along the message,” Hoseok promises, hanging up as you drag your suitcase back to the lobby.

Yoongi apparently took your billing threat seriously, because only a few minutes later, you spot a tall slab of beefcake bounding towards you. His tight black “Security” shirt looks like it’s two seconds from ripping at the seams as he smiles at you, dimples popping out.

He calls out your name as a question and you nod. “Yoongi-ssi sends his apologies,” the tall man says. “I’m Namjoon. I’ll be your ride to Heaven.” 

“I bet,” you mutter under your breath, following him out to where an idling black SUV waits.

Dead Leaves typically sell out giant coliseums and stadiums, but for this tour, they’re going back to their roots and only playing in intimate venues. The show they’re rehearsing for today is at Stairway to Heaven, the iconic dive bar slash rock’n’roll club where all the greats who have passed through your city have played over the years.

This is what Namjoon informs you as you sit quietly in the passenger’s seat, resting your head against the window. You didn’t ask and you don’t care, but he’s more than happy to fill you in anyway. You get the feeling he doesn’t get to do a lot of talking in his line of work, eyeing the scrapes on his knuckles and the swell of his biceps. 

The band is on stage when you arrive at the club. Namjoon leads you to the balcony, which is really just a metal catwalk ringing the main floor. “You can hang out here,” he shouts over the music. “Or if you want to wait in the green room, it’s downstairs. Just take a left at the bottom of the stairs and follow the signs.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and he disappears. 

As the band strikes up another emo pop punk power ballad, your eye is drawn to familiar faces. The bass player, a dark-haired Adonis with a sprawling tattoo of branches and flowers trailing down his shirtless torso. Taehyung. And behind the drum kit, sporting purple hair now instead of pretty mint, tongue flicking out to lick at his lip ring as he pounds away, is Jungkook. The two men who’d worn your body chains. 

Visions of their fitting flash before your eyes. Memories of two pairs of hands. Two mouths. Two incredibly sexy men, making you cum harder than you’d ever cum in your life.

You turn away, not even bothering to look at the other two band members. What happened last time was a one-time thing. A total fluke. This time, you’re going to keep it professional. Do the fitting, make any necessary alterations, and get the fuck out.

Right? Right.

Turns out Dead Leaves’s music is actually really catchy. But you decide to go wait in the green room anyway. Hopefully, the band will finish shortly and you can get the fitting done and be back on your way to your studio before your entire day is shot. 

Forty-five minutes later, you’re still waiting. You’re also pretty tipsy. 

All desire to maintain your professionalism goes straight out the window when you spot the impressive tequila collection in the bar at the back of the artist lounge, a literally green room with bright lime velvet curtains hanging from the walls. Plush leather couches line one side, makeup mirrors and vanities the other. It’s fairly swank for such an old rattrap of a club. Even the private bathroom is nice, with a surprisingly large glass double shower stall for the band to use.

Typically, you wouldn’t drink on the job, but the longer you wait, the longer you feel like you deserve a little treat. You pour yourself one shot, and it goes down smooth like butter, so you pour a second. Then you decide to put on some music while you wait, playing with the ancient jukebox in the corner of the room.

It’s as you’re taking the third shot, tipping your head back while you dance around the lounge, that the door opens and two angels walk in.

These heavenly blond men, one tall and broad shouldered, the other shorter and slender, gaze at you in surprise with wide innocent eyes, obviously not expecting to find you tipsy and grinding it out to “How Do You Want It?” like the rent is due tomorrow.

Slamming the empty shot glass on the bar, you wipe your mouth delicately as you grin. “Hi. I got bored.”

“Hi,” the tall one says. “I’m Jin.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jimin.” The shorter one flashes a cherubic smile. “Sorry about the wait.”

As they approach, you are struck by two thoughts: fuck, they’re hot, and fuck, they’re sweaty.

Jin peels off a black duster-length leather coat, revealing a white button-up that is totally drenched with sweat. Meanwhile, Jimin’s black t-shirt is sticking to him, outlining every muscle underneath. His plaid pants cling to obscenely thick thighs.

And you’re here to do a fitting. To put your hands all over those bodies.

Which has you wondering… where are the other two? Not that you need them here or anything. Just curious. 

Jimin notices you eyeing the door. “Taehyung and Jungkook needed to get back to the hotel,” he says, sliding behind the bar. “They said hi, by the way.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and grins, eyes squeezing into tiny crescents.

“Yeah,” Jin leans against the bar beside you, a similarly bright smile on his face. “I think they wanted to come say hello in person, but they’re doing an interview.” He downs the shot Jimin hands him as you wave away his offer to refill your glass.

“Oh. Cool.” Two fewer distractions to deal with. Definitely for the best. At least these two don’t throw off any sinful tempter vibes like the other two did. Jimin and Jin have such a sweet energy. Maybe you can knock this fitting out fast enough to get a ride home from Namjoon before your buzz wears off. Then maybe you can ride Namjoon at home. 

No more tequila for you.

“So, where do you want us?” Jin asks.

Déjà vu. 

You tilt your head slightly, wishing you hadn’t had that third shot. Then you glance at both men’s damp shirts again. “Do you, uh, need a minute to clean up or shower or whatever? Like, don’t let me stop you. You look like you’ve been rehearsing hard. ”

Jimin laughs. “Is that your polite way of saying we look disgusting?” he inquires, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“No, no!” You wave your hands. “I just thought you might want to make yourselves more comfortable. I’m clearly interrupting your usual post-rehearsal routine.”

“Oh no, please, we’re the ones inconveniencing you!” Jin claims, eyes widening again. The silver chains dangling from his ears bounce as he shakes his head. “Yoongi-ah told us how busy you are. He feels really terrible about the mix-up and told us to make sure we took care of you.”

“Yeah, so if you don’t mind that we’re a little sweaty, we can go ahead and start. We don’t want to make you wait any longer,” Jimin finishes.

It’s obviously going to be a standoff between who can be the most accommodating, so you decide to cave. 

“I don’t mind if you don’t mind,” you declare, and grasp the handle on your case. “We can just use the mirrors here. Who wants to go first?”

“Go ahead, hyung,” Jimin says, tipping more tequila into his mouth. 

Popping your case open, you retrieve Jin’s harness as you wait for him to remove his shirt. He makes no such movement. After a few seconds, you clear your throat. “Uh. You gonna take that off, or…?”

Jin blinks. “Do you need me to?”

“Well, I thought… I mean, Taehyung and Jungkook said…” The other two told you they perform shirtless, so you just assumed the whole band did. You’re not really sure why you made that leap. “They don’t wear shirts on stage.”

“Ah. Right. Well, I do.”

“Yeah, hyung’s not a show-off like our maknaes,” Jimin chimes in, propping his chin in his hand on the bar. “Or me. He’s got class.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Jin winks. 

“The harness is designed to be worn over clothing as well, so it doesn’t matter, anyway.” You lift the chain and nod for him to step forward.

Jin stoops slightly so you can drape the chain over his neck. You slowly circle him, smoothing out the harness over the sodden wrinkles of his starch-white shirt. Patches of the material are so soaked that they’re see-through, giving you a glimpse of sun-kissed skin beneath. 

“Hmmm,” he hums, glancing at himself in one of the makeup mirrors on the wall as you step back. “Maybe it would be better without a shirt.” His fingers make quick work of his buttons and he starts to slip the top off. 

With a sigh, you help him remove the shirt without getting tangled up in his chain. His skin is so slick beneath your hands. Normally, you’d wrinkle your nose in disgust at a stranger’s sweat underneath your fingertips, but the shots have dulled your reactions a little so you don’t mind. It helps that he smells like tequila and strawberries mixed with his natural muskiness. It’s a heady concoction.

Or maybe that’s the liquor. 

Either way, it takes you a moment to realize he asked you something. 

“Sorry, what?” You meet his gaze in the mirror. He smirks for a second before he repeats himself. 

“I said, I think I like this better. What’s your professional opinion?”

Your professional opinion? The harness perfectly accents his sculpted body. 

No wonder the man prefers to keep his shirt on when he’s on stage. It’s bad enough he walks around with that handsome face. He’d probably start a riot if he walked around topless, too. His skin shimmers with his exertion, sweat clinging to his arms and pecs, and he seems even broader now without any clothing hiding his frame. The chain draws your eye down his back, from his wide shoulders to his rather tapered waist. He’s got those upside-down triangle proportions. A perfect Dorito.

Your unprofessional opinion? He’s hot as fuck and the chain would give you something to hold on to while you ride him into the sunrise.

Maybe you should drink some water.

The design Jin requested doesn’t appear at first to be as flashy as the others. It’s a simple chain, one loop around his neck, one strand running down his front, one down his back, ending in flares over his hips. But when he shifts, the metal catches the light, revealing tiny droplets of moissanite woven into the strands. The sparkling effect makes him even more dazzling. Especially when he unleashes that brilliant smile, warm chestnut eyes shimmering as he waits for your answer.

“I think it works.” 

Jimin joins his bandmate by the mirror. “Damn, hyung, you should definitely wear this and nothing but this on stage tomorrow night. Everyone will lose their minds.” His fingers ghost down the chain hanging on Jin’s back. “Okay, can I put mine on now?” Jimin turns to you excitedly. 

“Hold on a sec. Do you like the way it hangs, Jin? Is the length ok? The tightness?” You return to his side. “If you need any alterations, I can make those tonight and have this ready for you to wear tomorrow. If that’s what you want.” 

Jin appraises himself in the mirror. “I don’t think it needs anything. You're really talented, you know that?”

“I do. But it never hurts to hear it,” you grin. “If you don’t need anything changed, then it’s all yours.” 

Jimin claps. “Now do me!” 

The eternal 13-year-old in your head snickers at his words as you delicately remove Jimin’s harness from your case. Jimin yanks his shirt over his head and once again you’re greeted by the sight of bronzed skin coated in a glossy sheen of sweat. He’s lithe, more of a dancer’s build than rippling muscles, and like his absent bandmates, he has some ink, the word “Nevermind” scrawled along his ribcage while an ornately-written “Youth” hides behind one of his ears. On the back of his neck is a sliver of a moon. 

As he lowers his head, you arrange the chain around him, fingers flying to work any kinks away. Jimin’s chain has the longest neck piece, the v dipping all the way down to his navel. His links are larger than the others, more ornate, and hanging on such a gorgeous man, the effect is rather regal. 

As you finish uncoiling the flares over his hips, you brush your fingers over the tattoo on his side. “Nirvana?”

He shakes his head. “Everyone always guesses that.” 

“It’s a secret. He won’t even tell us,” Jin pipes up from one of the couches. He’s still wearing his chain, absentmindedly twining it around his hand, looking every inch the sweaty rock god he is.

“You guys already know too much about me. Gotta keep some mystery in our relationship,” Jimin grins cheekily, tugging on one of silver hoops hanging from his ear.

You simply hum, observing the harness closely, looking for any imperfections. Finding none.

You’re definitely not also examining the incredible body underneath. This entire band is nothing but ridiculously hunky men, huh? 

“So what’s the verdict?” you ask, extending a hand to straighten a few links. Your fingers once again skim over the smooth skin of his shoulder blade, perhaps lingering a second or two longer than necessary. 

Jimin’s expression changes as he assesses his reflection. He looks almost stern now, blond hair flopping over his furrowed brow, critically scrutinizing his appearance. Evaluating your work. 

“I love it,” he finally announces, a beatific smile lighting up his face. “It’s perfect as is.” 

“Fantastic.” Well, that was fucking easy. You glance at your watch. There’s still enough time for you to get back to your studio and get some work done without having it bleed into your night. Although, maybe you should wait to sober up a little more before you handle any machinery or tools. You’re still pondering this as Jin stands.

“Question - can we get these wet?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t, like, wear them swimming every day or anything, but they’ll be fine.” You eye the chain dangling from his chest. “Why, are you worried about all that sweat tarnishing them?”

Jin laughs, a goofy squeaking honk that has you giggling despite yourself. You’re a lot of things, but a giggler’s not one of them. “No, but should I be? That’s the second time you’ve pointed out how gross we are after rehearsing.” 

“Ah, that’s not… actually, no, you’re right, the two of you are pretty nasty right now,” you reply with a teasing grin, zipping up your case.

“Hey!” Jimin protests, plump lips forming a pout. “We’re not that bad. You should see us after a concert.” 

“Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when you had your hands all over me earlier,” Jin adds, wiggling his eyebrows faux seductively. 

“Excuse me? I didn’t have my hands ‘all over you,’ I was helping you adjust the harness!” you correct him with an indignant snort. “Believe me, if I had, we wouldn’t be having this discussion right now.” 

Well, that’s not quite what you meant to say. And now you can’t stop imagining running your hands all over his slick skin, caressing the areas you didn’t get to touch earlier, like the ridges of his abs… damn it, you need to focus right now! You’re so close to being done here, so why are you trying to drag things out? Just wrap it up so you can leave!

Jin loses his silly expression, eyebrow lifting in sincere curiosity now. “And why is that?”

For the briefest of moments, you consider laughing and changing the subject, but something about the look in his eye awakens your more playful side. There’s no harm in indulging in some flirtation, right? It’s been a long week. Might as well enjoy yourself a little.

It’s not like this fitting is going to end like the last one. You’re almost out the door now. Pretty much.

“I mean, you’ve seen my handiwork,” you purr, reaching out to stroke the strand of metal hanging from his neck, sliding your fingers along the links. ”Do you really think if I got my talented hands all over you, you’d still be able to speak right now?”

Maybe you laid it on a little thick. You’ve never seen a man’s iris visibly darken like that before. Jin’s eyebrow rises again as the corner of his mouth lifts. “I stand corrected.” 

“Mmmhmm. That’s what I thought.” Pulling the handle on your case, you look at the door. “So, do I just talk to Namjoon about getting a ride home, or….”

“Ah, Namjoon-ah is already gone. He took Tae and Kook to the hotel,” Jin explains.

“Oh.” Damn. There goes your trip to heaven. “Well, okay, can someone else here give me a ride home?” 

“I’m sure we can arrange something,” Jimin says. “Are you in a hurry to leave?” 

“Kinda. I have a lot of work waiting for me.” 

“Wait, are we done with the fitting?” Jin interjects. 

“Uh, yes? I mean, you both said you were happy with your chains as is, right? No alterations needed?” 

“Sure, but what about testing the quality of the chains?” 

The blank look you shoot him prompts Jin to continue.  

“You know, you say the harnesses are safe in water, but then tomorrow night we get on stage, and we splash some water bottles around, and next thing you know, these chains are all rusty.” He pauses, tipping his head towards his bandmate. “Jimin, don’t you think we should get a little demonstration? Make sure the chains can hold up to some serious wetness?”

Jimin glances at his hyung, and though you can’t quite interpret the look that passes between them, given the glimmer in Jimin’s deep brown orbs, you’re fairly certain you get the gist. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Jimin nods, sly smile creeping across his face. “Yoongi’d never let us hear the end of it if we spent all this money on this jewelry only to have it corrode on us. And the last thing we need is an annoyed Yoongi-hyung.” 

“You wouldn’t want to leave us disappointed, would you?” Jin takes a step closer, his long fingers tangling in his chain as he peers at you. 

You glance from man to man. Both are waiting for your answer.

The pile of work waiting back in your studio is practically screaming your name at this point. So why are you still standing here, contemplating your next move? 

You know exactly why. You can’t stop thinking about the last fitting. That session ended the way it did because those two made you a very enticing offer. These two haven’t done any such thing yet, but they’re clearly dragging things out–they can’t possibly be serious about testing the “quality” of the chains, can they? They obviously want you to stay a little longer.

So what do you want? 

“Okay, so what, you need a demonstration or something?”

Both men nod. 

“Well, I suppose I could show you…” you spin around the room before pointing to the private bathroom. “In there?” 

The three of you crowd around the pedestal sink. Another playful urge comes over you. With a twist of the tap, you grab a handful of water and fling it at Jin, purposefully missing the chain dangling from his chest and hitting his face instead. He yelps in surprise. 

“Hey!” 

You and Jimin laugh as he sputters. 

“See? It holds up fine.” You gesture to the metal. 

“Uh, it barely got wet,” Jimin points out. 

“Yeah, you only hit my face!” Jin glares.

Sighing, you nod. “You’re right, I’m sorry. Let me try again.” You cup your hand and immediately toss more water at Jin’s handsome face. Jimin’s cackles grow louder as Jin grabs a hand towel, dabbing his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry, my aim is so bad today!” You reach for the tap and Jin suddenly grabs your forearm with his hand. “Hey!” 

A nasty artillery of curse words start to launch themselves from your lips, but the hard look he gives you makes you fall silent. “Don’t you even think about throwing one more handful,” he drawls slowly, speaking calmly, as his thumb softly caresses the inside of your wrist, back and forth. 

A shiver runs through you at the timbre of his voice.

“Okay. I won’t throw one,” you promise, all sweetness and light as you smile at him. 

As soon as he releases you, you scoop up water with both hands. 

It splashes everywhere, hitting Jin’s face, neck, chest, even you and Jimin get sprayed. The shorter man doubles over in laughter as Jin sputters in shock. As he dries his face again, Jin’s eyes sweep over you from head to toe, carefully assessing you. Another tingle races down your spine.

Then he draws himself up to his full height and your mirth evaporates completely. He pushes his dripping hair back from his face as he glowers, tongue poking his cheek, full lips pursed. The heat from his gaze ironically freezes you, and you go completely still as he curls his long fingers around both of your wrists. With a sharp yank, he pulls you to him, and you gasp. He holds you with a firm grip, not tight enough that you couldn’t break away. This close, you can feel the heat of his body. 

“Brat,” he rasps, the tone of his voice much lower than before. “That was very rude. I distinctly told you not to do that.” His gaze is unfathomably dark, sending a jolt of excitement shooting through you, right to your core. Fuck, that look just makes you want to piss him off more.

“No, you told me not to throw one handful. I didn’t. I threw two.” You lift your chin defiantly, a proud smirk on your lips. 

Jin’s eyes narrow. “Jimin,” he says, craning his head to look around you. “Did you hear that?”

Holy fuck, while reveling in Jin’s smoldering gaze, you nearly forgot about the other man, who is silently observing the two of you. Just watching. 

More déjà vu. 

“Mmmhmm. She’s got a real smart mouth, hyung.” Jimin’s hands dance over your shoulders as he comes up behind you. The rings on his fingers press lightly into your bare arms, and as he steps closer, you find yourself trapped between the bandmates. 

“If you think this is me being a smartass, you-” 

Jin grabs your chin, cutting off your retort. “He wasn’t talking to you, brat.” His eyes flash. 

Well. This is not a situation you typically find yourself in. Not just the physical, standing between two insanely gorgeous men, but letting anyone talk to you this way. You have a reputation for being a ballbuster for several reasons. You have literally kicked multiple people in the balls over the years for saying less to you. 

But right now you don’t want to do or say a thing to break the delicious tension in the room. Wherever this is going, you are in. 

“Bold little brat, coming in here, drinking all our tequila, calling us gross, disobeying our requests and now talking back?” Jin tsks, skimming his hand down your neck. Despite his rough tone, his touch is gentle, and you practically burn for more. “What should we do about that?”

Jimin sniffs. “What we always do, hyung. Teach them a lesson.” 

Well, fuck. You’re suddenly glad you didn’t leave earlier. Work has been so much lately - busy is good, but busy is stressful - and you’re in dire need of a release. The pile of unfinished projects back at your studio will have to wait. You need to know what these two have in mind. 

Jin nods in agreement with his bandmate. “Any suggestions?”

“I have a few,” you hum, knowing full well that he wasn’t talking to you. Jin’s eyebrows rise. He leans so close, you can feel his breath on your lips.

“Did I address you, brat? Say your name, hmm?” 

“No.” 

“No…?”

Oh, fuck, we’ve got ourselves a sir. This isn’t usually your thing, but… what the hell. You can play along.

“No, sir,” you intone politely, licking your lips.

Jin huffs in amusement. “Well, look at that, it’s not just her mouth that’s smart. She knows exactly what to say now, huh?” His head tips to the side again, that appraising look wandering over your frame, lingering on your chest, your hips. “Good girl. Keep it up.” 

“That’s what we like to hear,” Jimin adds, hands massaging your shoulders. His fingers are rough, unsurprising for a guitarist, and as they dig into the knots in your neck, a tiny moan slips past your lips. “Oh, she’s all wound up, hyung. Did that feel good?” His voice is a whisper in your ear, breath a ghost on your skin. 

“Yes,” you groan, and the fingers stop. Shit. “Yes, sir.” 

Jimin chuckles as Jin tugs you against his chest again, snapping your attention back to him. “So… are you ready to learn?”

It’s a simple question. You know what he’s really asking. This is it - last exit. Last chance to bow out. Because you’re pretty sure once you answer, there’s no going back. 

Fuck it. You’re in. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Jin studies your face carefully, suddenly rather serious. “If anything gets too much for you, you stop us right away by saying a safe word. Can you think of a word you want to use?” 

Shit. How rough are these two about to get? You’re pretty much down for anything, but you’ve never had to use a safe word before. What are you supposed to pick - something memorable but unlikely to come up naturally, right? “Uh. Sure. How about… alpaca?” 

His lips twitch in mirth. “Alpaca? Okay. If you think you’ll remember that?”

You nod. “Yes, I’ll remember. Sir.” 

That sinful smile again. “Good girl. Then let’s see….” He glances around the small space. “I think you still owe us a proper demonstration. Don’t you think so, Jimin-ah?”

“Definitely, hyung.” Jimin wanders over to the glass shower stall. “I don’t think we can trust her with the sink, though. We better try it here. In case it gets messy.” 

“Oh, I know it’s going to get messy. But she’s not going to try another trick like that. Are you?” Jin asks, once more grasping your chin with his fingers. You gaze into his molten eyes as you attempt to shake your head, but his firm grip keeps it in place. “Use your words.” 

“No… sir.” It is not in your nature to address someone like this. You’re absolutely going to forget at some point and it’s absolutely going to get you into trouble, isn’t it? 

The thought sends a hot lick of desire swooping into your stomach. 

Jin releases you and takes a step back. He starts to peel his ridiculously tight jeans off as Jimin also strips down to his boxers. “Come on, brat. Take off those clothes. Don’t want them getting soaked, now do we?” 

Both men stare unabashedly at you as you slowly peel your tank top and jeans off, leaving your lacy black bra and matching panties on. Jimin whistles, and you preen. You’ve never been shy about your body, embracing every curve, and the looks of admiration on their faces bolster you even more. 

“Such pretty packaging,” Jimin murmurs as he pulls you into the shower with him and Jin. “Okay if I unwrap you?” 

You nod, and he just blinks patiently, waiting. “Oh! Yes, sir.” 

With a crooked grin, Jimin slides his hands around your waist and up your back. He’s moving painfully slowly for your taste, but you don’t protest, breath hitching as he tilts his face to yours. Gentle lips caress your own, and as you lean into his kiss, he unhooks your bra before pulling you closer. 

Another pair of hands land on your waist, lightly tugging your panties down. The sensation is so featherlight that it tickles, and you giggle into Jimin’s mouth before moaning as the fingers quickly slip between your legs, smearing through the slickness there with a much rougher touch.

“Hmmm, someone’s eager,” Jin whispers into your ear as he presses himself flat against your back, as much as he can with a massive erection poking into the swell of your ass. The silk of his boxers rubs against you as he continues. “You want me to keep going?” His fingers hover at your entrance.

“Please, sir,” you gasp, breaking away from Jimin’s plush lips long enough to answer. The shorter man’s own hardness pokes into your thigh as you push back against Jin, waiting for him to slide one of those long fingers inside you. 

Only to let out a wail of disappointment as he withdraws his hand from where you want it most and gives you a little slap on your ass. The sting makes you jump in shock.

“You really think you deserve that right now, brat?” Jin smacks your cheek again, and you whimper pathetically, surprising yourself. “We’d be pretty terrible at this if we rewarded you now, wouldn’t we?” 

A million retorts run through your mind but you choke them down. “Yes, sir.” 

Jimin smiles sweetly, his hand soothingly rubbing the spot where Jin’s smacks still twinge. “Don’t worry. Just do what we tell you and we’ll make sure you get what you want.” His smile becomes something darker, more devilish. “Eventually.” 

In tandem, Jimin and Jin drop their boxers. You attempt not to gawk as their cocks spring free. Jin’s is just as long as you’d expected given his height, but you’re shocked to discover how thick the shorter man’s is. Jimin catches you gaping and shoots you a wink. 

“Let’s get wet,” he trills playfully, and with a twist of the knob on the wall, water begins to pour from the double showerhead above. 

Both men run their hands through their hair as the water cascades over their naked bodies. Jimin brushes the damp strands out of his face before he grabs your hand and tugs you over, spinning you around so Jin can kiss you while his own hands roam over your backside. The elder’s tongue slips between your panting lips as Jimin squeezes your ass, his mouth suctioning to your neck. There is warm, slick skin all around you, pressing into every exposed inch of your front and back, and for a moment you lose yourself in the sensation, eyes closing in bliss. 

Jin pulls away, tipping his head back to let the shower run down his broad shoulders and over his chest. The chain glitters in the light reflecting off the drops of water that cling to it as he holds the metal out to inspect. “Looks like it’s holding up well.” 

“Well, duh, I told you it was water resistant! I mean, hello, I can tell you exactly what it’s made of. The metal is–” Your eyes go wide as one of Jimin’s hands snakes around and clamps your mouth shut, gently pinching your lips between his thumb and forefinger. “Mmmph!”

“Wow, you just can’t stop with the attitude, can you?” he tuts, other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you flush to him. “Hyung, what are we going to do with this mouth?”

“I think we need to keep it busy,” Jin replies, eyes glimmering. Something about the look in his eye has you clenching around nothing. “You know, I’m not sure this shower is really doing the trick. Maybe you should help us out, brat.” He laughs. “Since you so rudely told us we were disgusting earlier, I think you should be the one to clean us.”

Jimin releases your lips so you can answer. “You want me to… wash you?” Your fingers twitch at the thought of finally getting to roam over their taut bodies. Jin gives you a look. “Uh, sir?”

Jin nods, and Jimin’s arm drops to let you move. Okay. Not quite what you expected them to ask you to do, but fine. You don’t mind. But as you reach for the soap and washcloths tucked into a niche in the shower wall, Jin holds his arm out, blocking you.

“Uh-uh,” he clucks his tongue. “Not with those.”

Oh, of course. Honestly, how did you not see this coming? 

“Tongue only,” Jin commands, dragging his fingers along your jaw and tapping your lips with his crooked pointer. “Now get to work.”

Stepping under the stream of water raining down, you tentatively approach the taller blonde, unsure where exactly to start. He grins, tilting his head to the side to expose his neck, and you rise up on your tiptoes, sliding the tip of your tongue between your teeth to give an experimental lick. 

Fuck, he even tastes like strawberries. 

A contented hum rumbles through Jin’s chest as you run your tongue down his throat, gathering the sweat and salt hidden in the little notch between his collarbones. You reach out with both hands to touch him, but Jimin stops you, locking his fingers around your wrists.

“Oh no, none of that,” he sings over your shoulder, tugging on your forearms. You understand immediately what he wants, allowing him to bring your arms behind your back. “Keep these here,” he demands, his fingers lacing yours together. “Can’t have you using your hands. Or touching yourself. You gotta earn that. Do you understand?”

“Really? No hands?” darts past your lips before you can stop it. 

There’s a sharp pinch on your ass. You jump with a squeal. “Hey!”

Another pinch. This time, you bite your tongue, glaring over your shoulder at the pincher, who merely smiles behind you.

“When I tell you to answer me, I’m not asking for commentary,” Jimin states, clucking his tongue. “A simple ‘yes, sir’ or ‘no, sir,’ will suffice. Got it?”

“Yes. Sir.” Goddamn it, how do people remember to keep using that word? And can you really keep quiet like they want you to? This stuff doesn’t come naturally to you, but you’ll be damned if you’re going to stop, especially now, as you tip your chin up again to return to your task. 

Without your hands to keep you steady, you’re a little awkward as you keep moving down, flicking your tongue over one of his dusky brown nipples, then the other. Water trickles into your lips, mingling with the tang of his sweat. Jin doesn’t seem to mind that you keep bumping your nose against him. He sighs happily while you lave over his torso, kissing and licking the whole way as you sink to your knees.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as you settle yourself between his legs. Another wave of arousal rolls through your belly. You actually like it when he calls you that. Surprising. The phrase always struck you as condescending, but from Jin’s luscious lips, it sounds like the highest praise. “Now let’s keep that mouth busy, okay?” His hand pumps his cock lazily a few times, and you sit back on your heels, just waiting. “Come here, brat. Come get a taste.” 

Jin’s wide shoulders block most of the water from the shower from hitting you as you rise up on your knees and lean towards the anaconda in his hand. There’s absolutely no way you’re getting that whole thing in your mouth without gagging, even for someone without much of a gag reflex. But you’ll sure as hell try anyway. 

“Better open wide,” Jimin advises, standing next to Jin under the other showerhead. He slowly strokes his cock, gaze fixed on your mouth. “Stick out that sharp tongue, baby, and let us see what else it’s good for, besides talking back.” 

Letting your jaw drop, you scoot forward as Jin lays the head of his cock on your tongue. You swirl around him, wetting the tip before you suck it into your mouth. “That’s it,” Jin groans, as his head rolls back. His eyes close for a second, but then he reopens them, not wanting to look away as you take more of him in. “Show me what this mouth was made for.” 

You merely hum in assent, focusing on keeping your jaw relaxed and your throat open as Jin plunges in languidly, reveling in the delicious wet heat of your mouth. It’s weird doing this without your hands to balance yourself. And you want to touch him, stroke the length that isn’t in your mouth yet, make sure he’s enjoying everything you can give him, but you remember Jimin’s instructions and keep your hands behind your back, tightly clutching.

One of Jin’s large hands cups the back of your head as he continues to slide more of himself into your waiting lips. “Ready to take more?” He starts to thrust a little faster. “Like this? Can you take it, brat?” 

“Mmmm,” you gurgle, saliva flooding your mouth, and you swallow around him. He moans and picks up his pace. His hand presses your head forward, and you don’t resist, letting him guide you as wants. 

“Go on, hyung, she can handle it.” Jimin’s own tongue snakes out of his mouth to lick at the corner of his lips as he grips his erection, jerking faster. “Look at her. She’s ready. Fuck that sass right out of that mouth.” 

“Fuck, yeah, she’s ready, aren’t you, brat?” Jin smirks down at you. “Gonna fuck your mouth now. Take it like a good girl.” 

Just like in business, when it comes to your sex life, you’re usually the one in control. It’s just how you’ve always been - no matter if it was a long-term relationship or a one night stand, you’ve always been the one calling the shots. To be like this now, on your knees, hands locked behind you, letting this man use your face as a fuck toy… well, it’s new. Even the previous fitting wasn’t like this. 

You’re fucking loving it. 

His hard cock plunges faster into your mouth, and you gaze up at him with wide eyes, trying to impress upon him just how much you want to stay his good girl. The tiles under your knees are hard and cold, but you don’t give a fuck, intent only on getting Jin off and proving you deserve a reward. All you want right now is to make him fall apart on your tongue.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gag, drool spilling over your lips only to be washed away by the water flowing from the showerheads. Jin fucks your face, his fingers gripping your head, making you bob on him. It’s not just saliva that drips down your body. Your arousal is coating your thighs at this point, and you clench them together tightly, wishing desperately for some friction. 

Jin’s head lolls back again, lost in ecstasy as he thrusts into your throat. With his eyes closed, Jimin appears to also be adrift in rapture, furiously stroking himself to the sounds of your gagging mingling with the moans that slip from Jin’s plump lips. 

Keeping your left hand behind your back, you carefully slide your right hand between your legs and press on your throbbing clit. A low hum bubbles up from your chest, the relief immediate and overwhelming. Jin hisses at the vibrations. “Fuck, brat, that’s it. Just like that.” 

You nearly slip a finger inside yourself, dying to feel something filling your throbbing cunt, but quickly lock your hands behind your back again before either man catches you.

Jin suddenly withdraws from your mouth completely. Shit. Did he see you touch yourself?

“Why?” you whine frustratedly.

Jin laughs, wrapping his fingers around his darkened head. “Poor thing’s cockhungry now, huh? It’s okay, brat, it’s just Jimin’s turn.” 

The other man bites his lush bottom lip as he watches you open your mouth with an expectant look. Huffing a laugh, he taps his cock on your waiting tongue. “Is that as wide as you can go?” 

With an annoyed glare, you open as wide as you possibly can, and his head finally passes through your lips. Jimin doesn’t take his time building up his pace like Jin did. Instead, the younger man immediately begins to thrust as quickly as you can take him, lips stretching around his girth as he ruts away. 

Whereas Jin tasted like strawberries, tart but sweet, Jimin is all salt, a slight tang that you still savor as you work your tongue along the bottom of his thick cock. His scent hits your nose as it bounces off his pelvis, filling your senses with nothing but him, driving all other thoughts out of your head.

“Ahh, shit, that’s a good little mouth,” he hisses as you repeat your actions, sucking and swallowing around him like you did to Jin, who is still gripping himself tightly as he watches. Your eyes bounce from man to man, drinking in their expressions. Jin’s gaze is sharp, focused, while Jimin’s eyelashes flutter against his round cheeks as he moans, running a hand down the chain hanging over his chest. “Fuck, baby, you can use your hands now.”

As soon as you hear the command, you ignore the unceasing need between your legs and reach out and grab Jin’s cock in one hand and Jimin’s in the other. Both men groan harmoniously, and you speed up your pumping, spurred on by the way their noises grow louder, more agitated. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” Jin pants. “Gonna paint you, brat.”

“Oh, fuck, me too, here it comes,” Jimin gasps. 

“Mmmph,” you moan, and Jin’s first spurt hits you in the chin, white dripping down your neck as Jimin’s hips stutter and he cums down your throat. He pulls out as you sputter and choke, but you don’t let a single drop spill, swallowing it all down.

Jimin grabs your hand and helps you to your feet. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” As he draws you in for another kiss, you feel the ticklish scrub of a cloth on your back, and realize that Jin is gently washing your sweaty, cum-splashed skin. 

After you’re clean, the two men quickly suds themselves down. You spin between them as they lather, trading open-mouthed kisses. Their quick touches are only making your need even stronger, something that both men seem quite aware of as you whimper pitifully under their caresses. 

“Poor baby’s still wound up, huh?” Jimin mutters into your neck, where he is busy leaving a love bite.

“Please,” you moan, puffing out your bottom lip. “I did what you told me to do!” You run your hands over Jimin’s chest, twirling his chain around your fingers. “Didn’t I do a good job? You both seemed to like it.” You flutter your eyelashes, laying it on real thick, and Jimin laughs.

“What do you think, hyung?” Jimin asks, shutting off the shower and reaching for the pile of towels outside the stall, handing you both one. “Does she deserve a reward now?”

“Mmmm, I don’t know,” Jin muses as he dries off. You toss your towel on the floor like the other two do and then follow them out of the bathroom and back into the dressing room. “I guess she was pretty good.” He takes a seat on a couch and stares at you with narrowed eyes. “Maybe a small treat?”

Jimin strolls over to the bar, pouring himself another shot. “Tell us what you want, brat.” 

There’s only one thing you want right now. “I wanna cum. Please, sir,” you add as an afterthought. 

“Do you think you deserve that?” Jin’s gaze feels like it burns through you as you nod vigorously. Absolutely you deserve it. Even if you broke their rule and touched yourself a little. They didn’t see you and you’re not about to say anything to prevent you from getting off right now. 

“Yes. Please, sir.” You clasp your hands in front of you, peering at him with wide, innocent eyes. Somehow you assume that begging might help. “I’ll keep being a good girl, I promise. Please let me cum.” 

“Hmmm.” Jin leans forward, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at Jimin. “I guess there’s no reason to deny such a sweet request….” The two men exchange a long glance before Jin nods. 

“Alright. How do you want it, baby?” 

“Yeah, what do you like? We’ll do whatever you want,” Jimin promises with an impish grin, sticking out his tongue. The long pink muscle reaches past his chin as he flicks the tip at you, and you don’t need to think for a second longer about what you’d like. 

“Fuck, I want that,” you proclaim, pointing at him. “I wanna get off on your tongue.” 

Jimin groans, one hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into a sloppy kiss. “Brat wants my tongue? Brat can have it.” He pushes you towards Jin, who reaches out to help you sit between his legs. 

“Hands up here,” Jin orders you, lifting your arms and placing your hands on your head. “Only we can touch you. Got it?”

God, you hope that means they’re going to put their hands all over you. You’re ready to pop.

You lace your fingers together. “Yes sir.” 

Jin’s large hands grip your thighs, spreading you for the other man to see. You’re completely exposed now, unable to hide any part of you, cunt bared and waiting. 

Jimin drops to his knees. The thrumming desire that’s been building since you first deepthroated Jin is nearly unbearable at this point, and you squirm slightly against him as you watch Jimin eye you hungrily. After what feels like an eternity, he leans forward and presses a kiss to your dripping slit. He sucks slightly, lapping up your arousal, and you relax into Jin’s embrace as you sigh loudly. 

“Is that what you needed?” Jin whispers in your ear. His mouth dances down your neck as Jimin finally extends his tongue and licks along your opening before plunging the wet muscle inside. 

Your desire has driven you beyond words, so you can only moan and whimper as Jimin eats you out. Between his strong tongue and his plump lips, you’re in heaven, wriggling against Jin as Jimin suckles on your clit. As you shift, Jin’s chain bites into your skin, leaving tiny impressions of the metal up and down your back. Marking you up.

“Mmm, for such a bad girl, you do taste so sweet.” Jimin runs his tongue along the inside of your thigh, swirling through the wetness clinging there before sucking a hickey into the tender skin, and you mewl, desperately lifting your hips to urge him back to where you need him most. 

Jin’s hands glide up your stomach to play with your breasts, kneading the firm mounds between his lithe fingers. He pinches your nipples, making you gasp. “You like that?” He does it again, and you feel him hardening against your lower back, letting you know that he’s enjoying it as much as you are. 

“Y-yes,” you stutter, dropping your head against his shoulder, eyes closing. Jin removes his hands. “Yes, sir!” you quickly correct yourself, and he rewards you with another sharp tweak. “Fuck!” His teeth nip at your ear. 

Your thighs twitch from the pleasure and pain, and Jimin holds one of your legs down to keep you from closing around his head. 

“Getting close, brat?” he asks, breathing into your core as he nuzzles your clit. 

“God, yes, sir!” You glance down and shudder helplessly at the sight of him, mouth and chin coated in your juices, sinful eyes observing your every move. His lips curl when he sees you watching him.

“Let me get you there, baby,” he rasps, and he sinks a finger into you. Then another.

“Shit!” His mouth, Jin’s mouth, their hands. It’s all too much, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over you. “I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

Everything stops. Hands fall away. Mouths unlatch. Jimin sits back on his heels.

“Whaaa?” you cry, springing upright as your impending orgasm suddenly vanishes. “Why? I didn’t do anything, my hands are still up here!” You wave them in the air.

Jin’s laughter shakes your body. “Did you really think we didn’t see you in the shower, brat?” You twist to peer at him as he cackles. 

Goddamn it. You thought you’d been so sneaky. Clearly not. 

“We gave you one simple instruction and again you couldn’t follow it! You touched yourself, and then you expected us to reward you? For disobeying?”

You’re so frustrated, you could scream. Instead, you start to whine. 

“I-it was just a little touch!” you protest petulantly. “I didn’t even get off! Barely an-ah!” 

With a yelp, you rub the spot on your inner thigh where Jimin just slapped you. It doesn’t hurt as much as it shocks you. 

“Little touch or not, you were told to keep your hands where Jimin put them. And you didn’t. So no more of that,” Jin points to Jimin, who licks his lips lasciviously, “for you.” 

There’s a hissy fit rumbling inside you, but it’s drowned out by the way your pussy is still very loudly begging for their attention. You’re going to have to actually listen and obey if you want to get off, aren’t you? Time to swallow that pride. 

“I’m-I’m sorry, sir,” you squeak out, turning to face the other man, hoping to find a sympathetic face. He’s been the softer of the two this whole time, so you’re disappointed to find that stern, appraising look on his face, the same one he’d used earlier when he was evaluating his chain. 

“Only good girls get to cum,” Jimin informs you. “Do you know what bad girls get?”

Fuck, from his hard expression, you’re pretty sure it’s nothing good. And yet you’re certain you still want it. 

“No, sir?”

“They get punished,” Jin answers. He slaps your ass, making you flinch. “Stand up, brat.” 

You do as you're told. Both men rummage through one of the vanities, grabbing from a stash of condoms. 

Hold up. Your punishment is for them to fuck you?

“You want to go first?” Jin asks his bandmate.

“Age before beauty, hyung.” Jimin laughs at Jin’s dirty look.

As you watch, wondering what’s about to happen, arousal building in anticipation once again, Jin strokes himself a few times before he rolls the condom down his hard length. He runs his hand through his still damp hair, giving it a little shake while he eyes you up and down. Then he resumes his seat on the couch. “Come here.” He pats his lap. 

You straddle him, hands on his broad shoulders, hovering over his dick, slightly confused. This feels like a reward. You couldn’t be more elated at the moment, already soaking at the thought of both of them filling you up. But you don’t question them as you wait for Jin’s instructions.

He places a finger under your chin and tips your head up to look into his eyes. “You remember your safeword?” 

“Yes sir. Alpaca.” 

“Good.” Without any warning, Jin grabs your waist and guides you down onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth move.

“Fuck!” You throw your head back as he immediately begins to pound into you, hands gripping your hips, thighs smacking your ass over and over as he sets a brutal pace. “Oh fuck!” Your hands flail, looking for something to grab onto. His body chain bounces against your torso, and you curl your fingers around the metal links, holding on for dear life. 

“That’s it,” he huffs, exhaling loudly, “fucking take it, brat.” A sheen of sweat breaks out over his forehead as he thrusts away relentlessly. 

“Oh god, oh fuck, Jin, that’s mmmph!” Your babbling ceases as Jimin suddenly sticks two of his fingers into your mouth. 

“Suck, brat,” he commands, and you obey. You can’t see him, but you can hear his moans and the slick sound of his cock as he jerks off behind you.

As quickly as before, your climax approaches. When you start to clench around Jin, he snarls, “Not yet,” and he swiftly rolls you onto your back before he pulls out. 

Goddamn it!

A loud, agonized wail leaves you as you feel another orgasm disappear, and the two men grin. 

Jin holds out his hand and Jimin slaps it as the two men switch places. Jimin arranges himself over you on the couch, nudging your legs apart to lie between them. 

Your frustration boils over. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask him. “Did you seriously just tag in?”

Jimin sighs, hooded eyes focused on your lips. “You know, I thought we did a good job earlier, washing your mouth out with our cocks, but there’s that sass again.” He finds the aching nub between your legs and gives it a firm pinch. You buck against his hand with a sharp inhale. “Guess we’ll have to try fucking it out of you instead. All night.” 

He keeps his hand pressed against you, and you start to rut against it, eyes rolling back in your head as you huff, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Jin honks a squeaky laugh, and you tilt your head to glance at him. He’s reclining in a chair at one of the vanities, looking absolutely debauched with his glittering body chain in one hand and his still-hard cock in the other. “Oh, I don’t think she gets it yet, Jimin-ah. Why don’t you go ahead and show her?” 

“Sure thing,” Jimin teases as he slides the tip of his wide cock inside you. He’s thicker than Jin, and the stretch has you gasping. Thankfully, Jimin takes his time, letting you adjust before he plunges forward. “Shit, so tight, baby.” As he bottoms out, he drops his head to kiss you, his long tongue seeking access to your mouth, which you grant happily. 

Then he snaps his hips and you keen as he quickly matches the tempo Jin set earlier, pumping away mercilessly.

“When I say all night, I mean it, brat. But you’re not getting off. Not until we say so.” Jimin presses your thighs into your stomach, bending you in half. “Is that a good punishment for you, brat? Do you think you can handle it? If we fuck you like this, all night long?”

“Ah, ah!” What are words? All you know right now is touch, the sensation of Jimin’s cock stroking into you, his hands gripping your legs, his sweat dripping down your torso. 

“Answer me,” he demands, gritting his teeth as he focuses on hitting that delicious spot inside you with every thrust. “Can you handle it, brat?”

Fuck yes, you can handle it, except no, you can’t. Your body is already nearing climax again, the tension in your gut so close to snapping that your toes are curling, and you honestly don’t know if you want him to stop or keep going. It’s crazy intense, the way they keep bringing you to your peak again and again. Maybe you can take it. Or maybe you’ll explode.

Either way, you want to find out. 

“Fuck. Yes,” you finally pant out a reply, fingers digging into Jimin’s arms. “Sir.” 

Jimin flashes you that crooked grin again, and just as you feel your crest arriving, he stills. You choke back a sob as he rises from the couch. If they want to keep edging you, fine. You’ll show them that you can take it.

Jin fucks you next, on the floor, on your hands and knees. Then Jimin has you ride him reverse cowgirl. Back and forth, taking turns, they bring you to the brink repeatedly. Their stamina is impressive. And fucking maddening. But you bear it all, eagerly taking every ounce of pleasure they offer, kissing, fondling, fucking you to the cusp again and again. With every lost orgasm, you moan and cry, but you don’t complain, hellbent on showing them that you can take your punishment.

“Okay, brat,” Jin finally croons much later as you’re bent over the bar counter, breasts jiggling into the cool marble while he pounds into you, “you’ve been such a good girl for us. I think it’s time for your reward.” 

“Oh god, thank you,” you nearly weep, only for Jin to cease his pumping. “Fuck! Sir!” Goddamn that fucking word!

Jin laughs as he brushes your shoulder with a soft kiss. “It’s all right, I’m just moving you somewhere more comfortable.” 

He tugs on your hand, leading you back to the couch. Jin guides you onto your hands and knees on the cushions as Jimin kneels in front of you, peeling off his condom & chucking it into the trash. “Think you can take me one more time?” Jimin asks, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. You nod. 

As your mouth parts to let him in, Jin pushes into you from behind. You rock forward, the momentum of Jin’s thrusts bobbing your head further onto Jimin’s cock. The angle of Jin’s rutting hits that soft spot inside you, exactly where you need him, and he slides a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, rolling the pearl between his nimble fingers. 

“Mmmph!” you moan around Jimin, triggering a chain reaction of groans. First Jimin, who begins to thrust slightly erratically, his rhythm faltering, then Jin, as you bounce wildly back onto his cock. He tightens his grip on your hip, other hand still fondling you, and you whine as best you can with a mouthful of dick. 

This time, when you start to clench around Jin, he doesn’t stop, continuing to drive into you and make you gag on Jimin. But it’s too much. The pressure is too extreme, feeling like you’re about to blow, and you feel it rising up in you, so close to bursting, so close so close -

You let go. Popping off of Jimin’s cock, you drop onto your elbows, burying your face in the couch cushion to sob with relief. Your cunt pulsates, walls squeezing Jin, and your eyes screw shut as you feel your release come flooding out. Jin groans, pulling out, ripping off the condom to pump into his tight fist. 

You’re not sure how long you roll on the waves of ecstasy that sweep over you, but it’s long enough that you barely register both Jin and Jimin riding their own euphoria until you feel something land on your back, hot and sticky. Any other other time, a surprise cumshot would’ve led to you kicking some ass, but you’re so blissed out that you truly don’t care. 

It’s been a while, but you’re pretty sure you just squirted all over the couch. 

With your eyes still shut, there’s nothing but panting and your heart pounding in your ears for several minutes. Then you prop yourself back up on your hands, lifting your head to look at the other two. 

“Good girl,” Jin gives you the warmest smile you’ve seen all night, hands soothingly tracing circles over your lower back. “You did so well for us, baby.”  

“Took all that like a fucking champ.” Jimin adds. He touches your cheek lightly, a soft tap of affection, before he clambers off the couch and into the bathroom. When he returns with a wet cloth, he quickly wipes you clean of your release, and theirs. 

Jin collapses onto the couch. You follow suit, letting him tuck you into his side. Jimin snuggles against you on the other side, laying his head on your shoulder. It’s a rather cozy arrangement, and you feel yourself relaxing completely, like a knot that’s been unwound. 

“So,” Jin drawls, “did you learn your lesson?”

“Yeah,” you sigh happily, fighting the urge to fall asleep nestled between them. 

Neither man speaks. 

“Oh, goddamn it. Yes, sir.” 

You’re jostled as both men shake with laughter. Jin drops a kiss on your temple. "Good girl."

There are lots of things about Hoseok that make him the perfect business partner. Like his incredibly sunny demeanor, which comes in handy with schmoozing clients and wheedling deals out of vendors. 

Unfortunately, sometimes he directs that boundless sunshiny energy your way. Usually at the most annoying times of day, such as seven in the morning while you’re trying to sleep. 

“Sugar!” Hoseok throws himself on your bed, waking you as he bounces. “Time to get up!” 

“Why the fuck did I give you a key?” you grouse, rolling over and throwing an arm over your eyes. 

“Because I’m your best friend. And because sometimes you require a hands-on wakeup call when you have a meeting before noon.” 

“Hmmph.” 

Hoseok isn’t just using “hands-on” as a clichéd descriptor, he means it, as he tickles you until you slap his fingers away and sit up. 

“Okay, I’m up, fuck.” You yawn and stretch, but make no moves to get out of bed. “Did you at least bring–” 

Hoseok points to a coffee cup sitting on your nightstand. He flops onto his back and pulls out his phone.

“God bless you, Jung Hoseok. You’re a saint among men.” 

“I know,” Hoseok replies blithely, already scrolling through his texts as you wait for the caffeine to transform you back into a human again. “Hey, Yoongi wants me to thank you for helping out with his fuck-up yesterday. He sent a really apologetic note.” 

You think back to the events of the previous evening. “Oh, no worries, it was my pleasure.” 

Hoseok cocks an eyebrow at your unusually sweet response as he skims the message. “Let’s see - ‘Please let her know how much I truly appreciate her rolling with the band’s schedule. I know her time is valuable. Jin and Jimin both had nothing but the highest praise for her.’” 

At the word “praise,” you feel a slight stirring in your gut, and smile into your sip of coffee. 

“‘As a token of thanks, I’d like to invite her to join me at their concert Saturday night, as my guest. I’d love to show her my gratitude in person.’” Hoseok looks up at you with a ridiculous pout. “Damn, you must’ve really impressed him! Yoongi’s never given me a free ticket to one of their shows, and I’ve known him for nearly half my life!”

“Well, step up your game, Jung.” 

Hoseok rolls his eyes, but he grins anyway. “He said he’ll leave your ticket at the will call window.” Hoseok glances at you again. “If you don’t want it, I’ll happily take it.” 

Hmm. Well, you don’t have any plans for Saturday night, and the little bit of their music you heard yesterday you’d rather enjoyed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

Maybe being Yoongi’s guest means the chance to go backstage after the show. 

“You know what? I think I’ll go.”

A/N 2: Part 3? Coming? Someday??

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[bropunzeling]

11, 22, 37!

11 Three tropes that are fine but overrated

oh gosh hmm. some of these are gonna come across as hypocritical lmao and also insert a healthy dose of "for me specifically" but: (1) i think soulbond/soulmark tropes can be done well, but mid executions of the trope focus a lot on ~finding~ the person rather than interrogating what it means to have bonds or marks or things of that nature, and leave a lot of interesting nuances about choice and free will and conflict between romantic relationships and other things you might want (career, friendship, autonomy, etc) on the table. i wish more takes on the trope let it be messy! (2) hurt/comfort done well is really fun but when people are just like. aggressively making their little guy sad and pathetic and a poor little meow meow whose never done anything wrong it gets grating. i love a sad guy but i prefer when they're sad because of shit they did to themselves instead of external factors. (3) curtain fic/established relationship stuff can be fun sometimes but like. there still needs to be a smidgen of conflict or growth or change or a shift for me to be interested. there has to be a point imo! even when i write my silly self-indulgent post-fic time stamps its important to me that there's a point to it beyond just "im love them" (though im DO love them)

22 What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

i think the thing is, there can always be a new dimension to how these two idiots fall in love!!! every story is an opportunity to get at some new nugget of like, how people are, or what it is to be vulnerable and open and willing to risk heartache. with two different people you have so many opportunities to look at different shades and facets of their character. especially with rpf where real life events can shape characterization in real time. The Trade opened up a whole new dimension of matthew that creates new angles to investigate matthew&leon and what it means to fall in love with someone thousands of miles away and who you see even less (or, someday, for my break up/make up agenda)! jamie getting dealt to philly opens up new ways to poke at the jamie/trevor relationship by adding distance and tragedy and the potential of falling for other people! even picking a new trope or time period is just so fun for being like, now how would they be under THESE circumstances? also like, i LOVE flip-flopping who gets to be down bad immediately and who is oblivious because it's not only a fun creative challenge but also just opens up new worlds. idk! there's so many possibilities and so many facets to explore and to me that's delightful.

37 Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

id say i do some up front, just to nail down the broad beats of the story and to minimize how much reworking i have to do later on (or for period type fics, to make sure that i dont introduce plot points that simply cant have happened in that time frame!), and some i do as i go -- for example, for a while there i just HAD the battles of alberta in 21-22 down pat because i was using them so often to shape story beats, but the games in between i had to look up as i went. i also am constantly pulling from new articles or features that offer new bits of characterization i want to use. tbh with the current wip i DO feel very wobbly because i don't have my normal anchors of the schedule/have to make things up, which is simultaneously freeing and hard because it's so much easier for me to write about sports games that really happened than the fake ones im constructing for the narratives 😂. but yeah id say mostly i research as i go!

[chocolateleclerc]

Everyone who has been speaking and standing up for Palestine probably knows about Khaled Beydoun. He did a Instagram live today that made me realise how emotionally driven our support has been for Palestine. Although it’s obvious that it cannot be done without emotions but along with that we need to bring substance into our support. We need to be profound, vocal and craft our words intelligently. Because sadly our fight isn’t just against israel it’s with our spineless government also. Here’s are points he shared that might help you all:

1. This is esp for all the pro-Palestinians who are actively speaking on social medias from parts of US, Canada or most of Europe where supporting Palestine can cause you to lose jobs, or being expelled from schools and getting blacklisted. (It is real and it has been happening)

First thing that zionist organisations have been doing is setting boobytraps for the people in-support that are speaking out actively is sending them emails and dms to attain information about them and their know-abouts. Besides that they ask leading questions to purposely agitated you like “what do you feel about hamas?” Etc. DO NOT OPEN MESSAGES OR DMS OR EMAILS OF THE PEOPLE THAT YOU DONT KNOW. Proceed with caution, your personal information can be collected.

Everyone has a right to have opinions of their own but please keep your thoughts about organisations like Hamas, Islamic Jihaad, Hezbollah offline. Do not engage in any posts or comments that zionists might use against you.

Incase youre fired or blacklisted or expelled, know your options and what steps should be taken to protect yourself. (I’m not a lawyer so i cannot guide you how to protect yourself from zionist traps and allegations. Although if he ever updated about thi s I’ll make sure to post it here)

2. Share their stories, talk about their people, their culture, devoted people who put their lives at stake to save their brothers and sisters. Stories with proofs will always have more impact than leaving heartfelt notes or fighting off zionists in the comments. Don’t let their stories fade away.

3. While standing up against genocide in Gaza. Don’t forget or let forget how israel is simultaneously attacking the west bank, south of lebanon (to provoke hezbollah and that may erupt into a regional war. And to remind you this part of Lebanon was under israeli forces until they took their freedom in 2000),

4. This is not the time for debates or arguements, let your posts MUST focus on two things : ceasefire and Humanitarian aid. Everything else should be irrelevant.

5. Be sympathetic to the people who aren’t posting about Palestine due to their work and pressure from their upper authorities. Don’t fight them. Instead urge them to help silently. Urge them to donate!

6. Do not juggle too many balls. Actively do the thing you have excellence in. For example, if you are a public speaker BE THE VOICE OF PALESTINE. If you are popular on some social media platform, use it to your advantage. If you were great at collecting funds at schools etc, organise a fundraiser for Palestine. If you’re a great storyteller (like you write fics etc) dictate the stories of matyrs and help readers understand their pain. Make Palestinian artworks if that your thing. But its better to a thing you’ve already perfected so there’s less margin of error.

7. This one’s for the silent users who support Palestine but don’t post actively. Donate, Donate, Donate. 97% of Gaza’s water is contaminated, they need food, thousands of women are suffering from toxic shock syndrome due to unsanitary periods health. For the Love of God please donate even if it’s not much.

8. Do not fall into israeli companies like PEPSI, COKE, MCDONALDS agendas like they changing their bottles in support of Palestine, them donating 10 million to Gaza aid. This is all deception to avoid the boycott that is very much in effect. Even if McDonalds donates 10 million to Gaza, israeli forces are gonna profit from every burger you get.

9. If you want to stand up for Palestine but you’re not sure how to talk about it. For starters, use Macklemore’s Statement as a template. His statement was so beautiful and he did sth not many celebrities have guts to.

10. Beware of any social media content your children, teenagers and even you are consuming. Even children’s YouTube videos are containing pro-israeli ads.

11. In the end, it dont matter if you are religious or not, please keep Palestinians in your thoughts and prayers.

In short, Be Aware but do not be scared for we all are speaking up for the right cause. Palestine will be free InshAllah.

Preach.

[funkymbtifiction]

image fixes

I was pondering why so many people mistype with the Enneagram and/or struggle to find their core type, and it dawned on me that their image fix might be muddying the waters. It's related to shame and how you are perceived, which means the image center is subtly influencing how everyone presents themselves, ALL THE TIME. It can even deceive you and cause you to identify with something you are not, because it's less shameful than admitting to the "bad side" of certain types.

For example, a 3 fix won't want to identify as a core 6, because of competency fixations. (3: I am competent/cool, being a "repressed thinking" 6 sounds bad and will make people look down on me.) A 4 fixer won't want to be identified with 9 or 6 right off the bat; it doesn't fit their self image and is too pedestrian (6/9 are the most common types -- eww!). A 2 might not want to be seen as a 2, since "give to get" is incredibly off-putting to them. (I know one 2 who typed herself 6 for a long time, because "they're the 2 without an agenda.")

I started thinking about this after noticing how many sp/so's in typing videos open a can of pop/beer or pour a glass of wine, and drink from it while answering the questions. My reaction was "I would never do that, it feels cringe to me." Then it dawned on me that I wouldn't do it, to image-curate (this is not me; I want to be seen in another way -- hello 3w4 fix, finding stuff to sneer at!), but another type would do it, also to image-curate. For me, it's "nooo, too casual/every-man!," for them, it's telling people something about me -- I drink beer, I am chill, these questions aren't bothering me, I'm an every-man (or look at this expensive/special bottled water / wine I drink, unlike other people). I would think "I want this video to look like Y, so I won't do Z," and they would think "I want this video to look like X so I will do Q."

Thing is, no matter where our image fix is, we're doing this stuff all the time without even noticing it -- image-curating. Trimming the truth a little so you look better. Or ignoring this part of the story and playing up that part so people notice THIS about you and not THAT. Loudly drawing attention over here instead of there. Pointing out how you are different, sharing the nice thing you did, humble-bragging, etc. Sitting a certain way in a video. Slouching in your chair. Picking your best side to show to the camera. Or doing the opposite and thinking "I'm gonna wear a ratty t-shirt to show I don't care / don't ascribe to traditional concepts of fashion/beauty." The higher the image focus, the more this is instinctual, but we're all still somewhat aware of it.

To land on an image fix, you have to think about what you're curating and sharing with others for specific reasons and why. #Everyone is broadcasting their image fix all the time, even if they aren't core image types; everyone 'edits' what they want other people to know about them. 3s project competency, success, and what they got done; 2s make sure others know how sweet and generous and affectionate they are; 4s remind others of their brokenness, separation, and how they can't be fixed. What are you sharing and how is it helping or hindering you in admitting to your core type?