#she is also one of her lovers in my SL

[crookedt44th]

ೃ⁀➷ fanfic recommendations

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!! just wanted to make a list so i can come back and read them again! please do let me know if the links doesn't work or linked to a wrong fic! i also did not realize how much im really into strangers to lovers au lord.

if you want your works taken down, let me know

skz masterlists/series

stray kids coffee shop series | all fluff and bit of angst! @hanjisick

to all the crushes (half of skz x reader) | fluff, angst, suggestive content(?). by okayau

hot bitch summer; the skz series | fratboy au, smut. @hyunsvngs

@seospicybin 's masterlist | includes all smut, fluff, and angst.

bold (minsung x reader) | smut. @/hyunsvngs

hopeless in love (ao3) (minsung and reader) | mlm themes, friends to lovers, college au, humor, hurt/comfort. by lucspear [this is VERY fun and cute to read! id read this a thousand times over again!]

bang chan

600 degrees (ao3) | neighbors au, fluff. by the7thcrow

lee minho

blue side of the sky | exes to lovers, best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut. @hyunfilms

when the cat dragged in | smut, angst, strangers to lovers. @moni-logues

lost in translation | smut, strangers to lovers. @moonjxsung huge fan of u dude

dead butterflies | toxic relationships, drug and alcohol abuse, cheating, unrequited love. @lavenderhhaze

invisible thread, part one and two | university au, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, fluff, VERY angst. @astraystayyh

the only exception | strangers to lovers, slow burn. @astraystayyh

she's like the wind | fluff, angst, smut. @nczennie

you saved that for the end | angst, smut. @pearbunny

message in a bottle | smut with a plot. @chxnsaphrodite

Mr. Gorgeous | fluff, slight angst, college au. @cryinginmyroomsposts

photograph | college au, smut. @minniesmutt

when he sees me (ao3) | smut, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, neighbors au. by candle_wax_and_polaroids

do you feel my hand? it is there | strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut. @blossomwritesthings

what you deserve | college au, smut, angst, fluff. @2chopsticks2eyes

bunny | strangers to lovers, neighbors au, smut, angst, fluff. @tasteleeknow

million dollar man | smut. @ybklix

unrequited & unmatched | focused on lee know and hwang hyunjin (not as pairing), angst, smut, romance (do read warnings on these series though). @jl-micasea-fics

poisonous tears | angst, suggestive content. @hoes4lino

a love letter i wish it didn't exist | romantic, angst, suggestive. @hoes4lino

perfect | light angst, fluff, suggestive. @linospuddin

invisible string | soulmate au, smut, light angst, strangers to friends to lovers, friends with benefits. @moonlinos

when things were simple | 90s romance, school romance, best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, online au, high school au. @sunboki

there's always time | family au, fluff, smut, angst. @dreamescapeswriting

hwang hyunjin

dear farmer | very fluffy! @puppym3

a train, her lips, the music (ao3) | fluff, beautifully romantic. by the7thcrow

star lost with you (ao3) series still ongoing | idol au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst, fluff, smut, SLOW BURN. by hyunjinspark

han jisung

reckless convictions | college au, beautifully romantic, smut. @/moonjxsung

lee felix

seasons | smut, angst. @moonjxsung requested by me :)))

off the deep end | post-apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, angst, romance, suggestive content. @stayxlix

the bodyguard | enemies to lovers, parental abuse, very angst with evntual happy ending, smut. @skzdarlings

indulgence | vampire au, forbidden love, college au. by the17thcrow

solace (ao3) | 1990s era, friends to lovers, fluff. by fizzydrink698

fading inure (ao3) | vampire au, smut. by hanjizung

vexatious vixen | strangers to enemies to lovers, smut, romantic comedy. @skzdarlings [this fic is actually funny and VERY intense to read. i've been waiting for smth like this. LOVE IT!]

the siren on the stage | smut. @bunnliix

lee felix's guide to hating you | college au, tutor au, fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burn. @yyxgin

churchboy felix | fluff, smut, teen angst. @skzcollision

something in the air | smut. @propertyoftoru

gone boy, gone bad | suggestive, slight enemies to lovers, gangster au, fluff. @starlostseungmin

my girl | smut. @hyunjinniesgirl

bad romance | smut, angst, fluff, slow burn, bad boy au, punk au. @straykeedz

will update more later! i rlly hope to read other ffs of other members soon LOL

[miffue]

LOVE COUNTDOWN ! | Scaramouche smau

★ SYNOPSIS you and scaramouche or kunikuzushi from 6REEZE dated in highschool but went your own ways after an argument. So when one of the members sister is apart of your friend group invites you to their concert without knowing that one of them is your ex. You’re still head over heels for him but, does he still have feelings for you?

★ NOTES this is my first smau!! my first language isn’t english so please tell me if i make any grammar mistakes, thank you!! also do expect very slow updates because of school and other necessities!!

PAIRING scaramouche x reader

GENERE exes to lovers , band / modern au , crack , fluff !

STATUS ongoing (01/12/24 - TBA)

CW kys / kms jokes , swearing , suggestive , slut-shaming jokes , fatass/bodyshaming jokes , light angst , reader uses she/her pronouns if there are anymore please let me know!!

TAGLIST open!

@featuredtofu @brain-r0tt @saeskiss @m9rtality @nilqu @sl-vega @feiherp @aloraadied

PLAYLIST

MASTERLIST

★ STARRING : always munchin gc | no bitches gang

01. please come with us

02. confession

03. what the flip

04. full of regrets

05. last words ꫂ ၴႅၴ

06. concerto ꫂ ၴႅၴ

07. memories ꫂ ၴႅၴ

MORE TBA !

[thecampjuicebox]

Cute lil fic request from @praise-suns-and-chill! Buckle up, this one's a doozy.

Little Love

Pairing: Tav(f) x Astarion

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings: Pregnancy, vomit, fluff, angst, game spoilers

The cool morning air does nothing to relieve the violent nausea rendering you helpless as you fold over at the abdomen, hand clutching your hair back. The rest of the camp is sound asleep still, the only sound being your retching into the grass. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and straighten. "Gross..". Your lover stirs in your shared tent, head poking out of the front flaps. He scans the area before his eyes settle on your now trembling frame, another bout of nausea turning your face a sickly green color.

"Tav, my love? Are you alright?"

You wave a hand in his direction, bending over again to succumb to the sickness, your ears ringing from the sheer force. Astarion quickly backs into the tent, hands slapping over his ears. "Gods that is horrid." Your nose and throat burn, the taste of hot bile on your tongue. With a groan you smooth your sweaty hair back and carefully straighten again. The pale elf slinks behind you, chalice of water in hand and he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your head. Your teeth chatter at the threat of getting sick again but you grab the cup, taking little sips, your lids fluttering at the relief from the awful taste in your mouth.

"Gods, that's almost a tenday straight, Darling. Are you sure everything is alright?"

You chew your lip for a moment, hesitant to answer.

"Yes, I'm alright. Let's wake everyone up. We've got a very long day ahead of us."

...

Slumping against your bed in the upstairs of the Elfsong Tavern, you kick your boots off, back aching from the events of the past few days. The Absolute has finally fallen. You and your group are free of the parasite for good. After the large brain fell into the Chionthar, you and your group decided to remain in the city to help rebuild the best you could, making your way back to one of the few places still standing. You rub your temples, sighing quietly to yourself. Gale slowly approaches your bed, small plate of food in hand as a kind offering and a thank you for your leadership being a huge factor in stopping the near disaster in the city.

"You looked hungry."

The smell of the food makes your mouth salivate and you reach for the plate, smiling sweetly. You scan the plate, a large piece of meat resting on top of a bed of colorful vegetables, all expertly seasoned and cooked to perfection. You pop a small piece of carrot into your mouth and chew slowly, eyes rolling back at the taste.

"I appreciate you, Gale. Thank you."

Shadowheart pokes her head around the corner, pointing a finger into the air as she speaks.

"Yes, she needs to eat. She is eating for two, after all."

You choke on the bite of food, Gale's eyes widening in surprise. Shadowheart steps closer to your bed, leaning against the ornate wooden footboard. She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her fingers against her bicep, eyeing you carefully. Your eyes flick to Gale and then Shadowheart, little beads of sweat forming above your eyebrows and you tap your fingers against the underside of the shiny silver plate, your appetite suddenly disappearing.

"What are you talking about, Shadowheart? How do you know?"

"I'm a cleric. It's also not hard to spot morning sickness. Or how you've completely skipped your moon blood twice now. It's simple, really."

You sigh and lower your head. "Shit." Shadowheart's eyes narrow at you and she leans in to whisper quietly.

"He doesn't know yet, does he."

Her words are more of a statement rather than a question and regardless, they cause a lump in your throat. You chew your bottom lip and shake your head, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes before freely streaming down your pale cheeks. Gale quickly takes the plate from your hands and frowns. Your hands come up to cover your eyes with your palms and you rub at them slowly, tears moistening your skin. A heavy sigh leaves Shadowheart's lips and she sits beside you, an arm carefully slinking around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder. You sob quietly into your hands. You double over, arms folded into your chest, your forehead almost resting on your knees.

"I'm so scared, Shadowheart. I'm so incredibly scared."

She nods and pulls you closer. Gale takes a seat on your opposite side and reaches up to rub soothing circles into your back, eyes welling up at the state of panic you're in. He pushes your hair behind your ear to free your eyes from the wet strands. You sit up and place your hands on your thighs, chest heaving as you try to control your near hyperventilating breathing, lashes dusted with tears.

"Maybe he'll be excited, you know? Might be fun to have a miniature Tav or Astarion running around, the little terror."

You giggle at Gale's words, eyes quickly snapping forward as the vampire clears his throat and appears in the doorway of your small section of the room. His eyes sparkle with tears and his bottom lip quivers.

"A-A.. A what?"

You pick at your fingers nervously, bottom lip tucked tightly between your teeth. He approaches you cautiously, falling to his knees in front of you and he nuzzles his face into your stomach, a quiet sob leaving his lips. You instinctively place a hand on the back of his head and Shadowheart giggles. Gale quickly wipes his eyes and clears his hoarse throat.

"You're pregnant, Tav? Really? Tell me it's true.. Please tell me it's true."

Astarion looks up at you, eyes puffy and red. You nod and he beams up at you, happy tears freely streaming down his cheeks. You didn't expect him to be so happy. All of your fears melt away in this moment and your heart pounds behind your ribcage. You've always wanted to be a mother. Never did you think it would be with Astarion, however. Hells, you didn't even think it was possible, so you accepted the fact of the matter and loved him regardless, ready to spend your life with the two of you alone. Now everything is different. New. Happy. He stands and quickly pulls you up and into his arms, lifting you off of the floor and twirling you around. Shadowheart and Gale both stand quickly and reach their hands out, ready to catch you on the off chance the vampire accidentally drops you, yelling a fast "Careful Astarion!" You giggle and bury your face into his neck, tears wetting your cheeks and his skin. Your arms grip him tightly, legs wrapping around his waist to stabilize you even more. Halsin, Lae'Zel, Karlach, and Wyll join the commotion, all approaching with confusion written all over their faces. Karlach's eyes widen in realization.

"Oh shit, Soldier. Cat's finally out of the bag?"

Lae'Zel tuts, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head.

"Tsk'va. It took you long enough."

Halsin claps happily, moving forward to wrap both you and Astarion tightly in his muscular arms, lifting the both of you off of the ground.

"Oh, SIlvanus's blessings to both of you!"

You giggle and throw your head back. Halsin sets the two of you down and all of the men of the group gather around Astarion, murmers of "Congrats!" and "How do you feel?" filling the room. The women of the group crowd around you, excited hands rubbing at your belly, little squeals of happiness and Karlach's loud "WOO! LITTLE TAV!" erupting from the group. You and Astarion exchange happy glances and his face contorts in a half annoyed, half angry expression, eyebrows knitting together.

"Hold on, hold on. You ALL knew?!"

[water-petal]

queen starfire and batgirl~

kori haters do not interact

english isn't my first language!

graybab shippers please do not read ahead if you like this ship

i just can't sit with the fact that barbara has been pretty mean towards kori in past comics

i haven't read much comics of batfam and titans

tbf i am currently enjoying the lucifer comic series a lot

so idk how it's going on right now

back at the topic

she even went far enough to sl*t shame her by saying how her body can attract any male

if old comic readers remember

i do remember the time barbara was pretty mean to starfire when she asked barbara to lend her ship to kori so she can save her people

like can we have one- no wait all the universes where it's just these two being good friends? hey i don't mind one universe having them as lovers if done right

barbara is a very sweet lady she is not the type of person to judge anyone for how they look, where they are from and how they appear to be

this same lady comforts people no matter how evil or messed up to head they are

dc stop with the love triangle it's time they do barbara and kori justice

i have seen fic writers make them have better interaction

call me biased but i really love graykory possibly due to growing up watching the series and reading comics when it was them being full lovey dovey

barbara being forced into this just to make a dramatic love triangle

before i get attacked for "you just hate they grew up together"

no i hate it for the retcon abuse.......barbara is also supposed to be older than grayson

this doesn't feel right

it just doesn't sit with me and many old comic readers

[thecourtscorkboard]

The Lost Turnabout (2-1)

Phoenix Wright is called to defend a police officer in her boyfriend's murder. There's just one problem: he's lost his memory!

Welcome to Justice for All! We start off with The Lost Turnabout, involving the murder of a police officer, a proactive defendant, and a head injury resulting in amnesia. Will we remember this case's glory, or will we forget all about it when 2-2 rolls around? Let's take a look!

THE CORE CAST:

Phoenix Wright: Phoenix emerges from semi-retirement; what could've caused him to hide his face after SL-9, though?

Winston Payne: Winston returns as the prosecutor for this case, just as screechy as ever.

Maya Fey: Maya briefly returns as our co-counsel later in the case. A spiritual medium in training, she hasn't changed a bit!

THE MAIN CAST:

Maggey Byrde: A rather unlucky police officer and the defendant for this case.

Richard Wellington: The man, the myth, the Richard Wellington. I quite enjoy his design.

A BRIEF RECAP

Phoenix is facing off against a giant His Honor, trying to plead for his life before being hit on the head with a giant gavel! We wake up; apparently we had an awful dream due to a new ringtone. There's somebody lurking around the corner, and just as we're getting ready... we're hit on the head with a fire extinguisher! Yeowch!

"Knew I drank too much last night..."

Trial, Day One

We get come back to our senses and are met with a police officer. This is Maggey Byrde, one of my personal favorite recurring characters in the series! The fire extinguisher we got hit on the head with has really messed us up, though: we've lost our memory! Great.

So it wasn't the sangria...

We enter the courtroom entirely unprepared. After a bit of dialogue where Phoenix very clearly is having problems but nobody really cares, Gumshoe is called to the stand; we also get a picture of the victim, Dustin Prince (who was Maggey's boyfriend at the time). Apparently, Maggey works under Gumshoe: so much for conflict of interest. Gumshoe testifies about the investigation—the victim even managed to write Maggie's name in the sand. Well, there's our first contradiction: her name is 'Maggey', not 'Maggie'. It looks like muscle memory is hard at work, as we point our figure without really realizing it: but we're starting to get back into the groove, pointing out the contradiction and getting a new testimony.

We get a new testimony from Gumshoe after His Honor asks if Dustin and Maggey really were lovers. There's some funny implications about Gumshoe's crush on Maggey here, even if the topic is sore given Dustin's death. Anyways, we press and press and press, eventually coming to the topic of a custom-made yellow baseball glove. Gumshoe presents it to the court; Maggey is about to tell us that she had to special order it for another reason, but we move on. The question is now raised: did the victim really write 'Maggie'?

Gumshoe testifies that there was sand underneath his fingernail and scratches on the nail itself leading to the conclusion that Dustin did, indeed, write the name 'Maggie'. There's just one issue with that: he wrote it with his right hand and the baseball glove that Maggey ordered goes on the right hand. It's a left-handed glove! There's no possible way that Dustin could have written the name 'Maggie'. Ergo, somebody else wrote it! Maggey seems to be exonerated, but Payne objects. He says that they've still got a witness! Court is called for a brief recess.

During the recess, we tell Maggey about our... condition. She offers to kick us in the head, we decline, and she gives us back our business card. Swell. She also tells us about an incident with a cell phone: she and Dustin had found somebody's phone and called them. Whoever was on the phone thanked her and she ended the call by telling them her name was Maggey... pronounced 'Maggie'. I wonder if this is our mysterious writer.

As we're getting ready to go back inside, guess who shows up!

MAYA!!!!!!

We don't know who Maya is, but we do get a list from her; con artists connected to the cell phone. This mysterious phone caller is starting to look more and more like our killer author! Maya makes a subtle insinuation that we're suffering from early-onset dementia before we go back into the courtroom. Time to meet this mysterious witness.

We get Maya back as our co-counsel and Payne introduces this witness as a 'drifter'. The drifter gets rather tilted about it, and good God does he like to rant. This is Richard Wellington (Dick Wellington, and a gumshoe is a wellington boot; "Dick Gumshoe", get it? I like this name a lot!), our assaulter and this case's ultimate witness. He must be our murderer!

With a Ph.D. in Twinking, as it were.

Wellington testifies that he saw Maggey after Dustin fell from a height right in front of him alongside a bundle of bananas. Very short and decisive. We already know, of course, that there weren't any bananas. There was a yellow baseball glove that would look like bananas if he was missing his glasses! We're already on the hyper-offense with this guy. If he was missing his glasses, then there's no way he could've identified Maggey. Wellington testifies again, saying that he immediately called the police station at 6:45... just over 15 minutes after Dustin died. We press him for an excuse; he says he was looking for a phone booth since he didn't have a phone.

So he did lose his phone!

It seems that he does have his phone on him, though. But why would he need to find a phone booth?! There's one right next to the body! What was he doing during those 15 minutes? Looking for his glasses... which were under the victim's body! As he fell, Dustin grabbed his killer's glasses. That's what Wellington was looking for! He's the real killer!

Wellington argues that since he doesn't know who Maggey is, he couldn't have written her name wrong or not! We know for a fact that he knew her name. After all, Maggey found his cell phone! We tell the court this information. He would know her name was pronounced 'Maggie' if he only heard it, and since that's the more popular spelling... well, baby makes two!

Payne argues that we have no motive. We know for a fact he has one, though: remember that name list? It's a list of con artists... and it was in the memory of Wellington's phone! That's why he had to kill Dustin; he was a police officer with a con artist's phone! He panicked. He thought that Dustin might run a check on his phone... or already had! Dustin laughs. There's no proof that this is his phone, is it?!

We want to check for fingerprints, but apparently we wiped it off because of the sand all over it. Wellington says that he has his phone right there, but it "glitched" and "all the numbers disappeared". He also asks us where he found his phone. When he assaulted us! He cockily tells us that we've forgotten who we are.

Who we are...?

Wait.

We have the same model of phone! What if he mixed up the phones? We present our business card to the court and tell Maya to call us.

The good news is that this establishes Maggey's innocence. The bad news is that this sets off an IED, killing everybody in Courtroom No. 8. Too bad!

Wellington is holding on to our phone. He strangles himself to near-death: earning us an acquittal for Maggey. In the aftermath of the trial, Maggey is rather distraught, blaming herself for Dustin's death. After all, her life has been a whirlwind of bad luck. Since she was 6 months old, when she fell from the 9th floor of my apartment building, she's been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods, failed at almost every test she's ever taken, experienced almost every kind of disaster, and never won or even tied at a game of tic-tac-toe! Her misfortune tends to latch on the people around her, she says. She swears to turn her life back around, though! Despite her grief, she leaves with a smile on her face, and 2-1 comes to a close.

What Really Happened?

Richard Wellington was a member of a gang of confidence artists. Maggey and Dustin found his phone, which he had lost, and were going to give it back to him. As they were, though, he saw that Dustin was a police officer. Panicking out of fear that they had searched his phone, he pushed Dustin off of the bridge they were standing on and stole back his phone. He then decided to frame Maggey, whose name he had heard over the phone, by writing her name in the sand.

THOUGHTS

I went into this remembering that I downright hated 2-1. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I actually enjoyed it; I still don't think it's very good, but it's better than I remembered.

To start with the bad, the amnesiac gimmick overstays its welcome very quickly. This is one of the only cases in the entire franchise that actively makes me cringe at times. When I first watched through PixelPartners's lets play, I actually skipped it. That's honestly the biggest issue with this case: the amnesiac gimmick is incredibly tiring, although I do like the subtle ways it rears its head like Phoenix forgetting he wiped Maggey's phone off. I think a better way to have done this case as a tutorial instead of a somewhat groan-inducing amnesia plotline was to have Maggey actually be a legal aide, like her dialogue says she could've been. That would've been fun, seeing Phoenix be a teacher two games early!

I appreciate the spike in difficulty compared to 1-1, but it's still pretty simple: one thing I think is really cool, though, is the fact that you have to point out that the baseball glove is left-handed by actually looking at the picture of it. Maggey is always a treat, and I like Maya's surprise appearance! Payne is also a welcome addition whenever he pops up.

For his part, I don't like Beef- er, Richard Wellington very much. He doesn't have a lot of character or charisma, lacking a lot of the staying power that Frank Sawhit has. The catch with the switched cell phones is also pretty easy to see coming in my opinion.

Generally, this case is rather lackluster, even if it's much better than I remember it being. Just two days ago, when writing the initial draft for this review, I said that I loathed 2-1 and considered it one of the worst in the entire series. I still think it's the weakest opening case, but that's definitely not for lack of trying. It does what it does well, but has a few more obvious issues compared to other openers.

Next time, we'll cover 2-2: Reunion, and Turnabout. See you guys then!

Final Rating: 4/10

FAVORITE LINES

(Nowhere to hide... I'm sooo dead...) - Phoenix Wright, after Gumshoe is called to the stand

"Oh my go-- NOW I REMEMBER!!" - Phoenix Wright, after Wellington reminds us where he found his phone

"Take that!" "Why, thank you. Here, please have one of mine." - Phoenix Wright and His Honor, exchanging business cards

CASE RANKINGS

The Lost Turnabout (4/10)

[chosetherose]

Analysis:

(Very) Initial thoughts on Slut! as commentary on fame and bearding

I don’t reach any conclusions on how I interpret this song in this post but I thought you all might be interested to see the thoughts pinging around in my brain.

Here, I’m exploring about how the song could relate to fame and bearding. Taylor said this is like Blank Space in that it plays with discussions on her dating life. There’s a couple touches on Kaylor but I’ve seen others write more about this angle so I’m not exploring it much here.

Flamingo pink, Sunrise Boulevard/ Clink, clink, being this young is art/ Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool/ What if all I need is you?

On the surface, this verse to me gives me vibes of young love, popping champagne, nights out. But I think there could potentially be more to explore. Here are some themes I’m thinking about.

Sunrise vs. Sunset

It’s pretty obvious that Sunrise Boulevard is a play on LA’s famous Sunset Boulevard that is synonymous with with Hollywood. Fitting for a song about fame. But why change the lyric to “sunrise”?

Thinking of this through a satirical lens, maybe the switch is a nod to the sun is rising on Taylor’s career instead of setting. We know her fame shot to the highest levels ever (at the time) in the 1989 era.

Further, maybe the sunrise imagery can also be thought of as an upside down sunset and vice versa. It reminds me of the upside down room in the Lover house. Which happens to be yellow/orange/sun colored with a bright light like the sun. Notably, there are blue accents in the room including what looks like a blue record player on the bench and blue vinyls on the wall.

Other interpretations: Maybe there is a sunrise with the beginnings of Kaylor despite the world thinking Taylor is Slut! Or, it’s a play on Sunrise Boulevard in Florida where the Stonewall National Museum is located.

Flamingo Pink

Something else I find curious is that flamingos eat upside down.

Also, there are flamingos in Florida so if Sunrise Boulevard really is a nod to Stonewall, this makes sense.

Sunset Boulevard (the film)

Now back to the Sunset Boulevard connection, did you know there is a film called “Sunset Boulevard”? It’s considered by many to be one of the “greatest films of all time.” The gist of the movie is:

“An aging silent film queen (Norma) refuses to accept that her stardom has ended. She hires a young screenwriter (Joe) to help set up her movie comeback. The screenwriter believes he can manipulate her, but he soon finds out he is wrong. The screenwriters ambivalence about their relationship and her unwillingness to let go leads to a situation of violence, madness, and death.”

The screenshot below is from the movie. Looks like a moonlight swimming pool, right? Norma kills Joe for betrayal including moonlighting a secret side project under her nose. (Someone who knows this movie better than me might bring more insight on all this).

Got love-struck, went straight to my head/ Got lovesick all over my bed/ Love to think you'll never forget/ Handprints in wet cement/ Adorned with smoke on my clothes/ Lovelorn and nobody knows/ Love thorns all over this rose/ I'll pay the price, you won't

My first thoughts on this are Taylor’s fame went “straight to her head” leading her to go on with the bearding which she hopes will keep her in the GP’s heads or make them “never forget”.

Notably, handprints in wet cement are synonymous with Hollywood. Aligns with the fame angle.

“Adorned with smoke on my clothes” makes me think about her being in the press all the time with these beards and people loving her for it but she can’t get the stink of it off her either.

Lovelorn and nobody knows - no one knows about her real, secret relationship. But they know about all about her bearding “love thorns all over this rose”, even though her beards don’t get the same negative attention she does “I’ll pay the price you won’t”.

But if I'm all dressed up/ They might as well be lookin' at us/ And if they call me a slut/ You know it might be worth it for once/ And if I'm gonna be drunk/ I might as well be drunk in love

Send the code, he's waitin' there/ The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air/ Everyone wants him, that was my crime/ The wrong place at the right time/ And I break down, then he's pullin' me in/ In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

“Send the code he’s waiting there” sounds like meeting up with a beard. Lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you vibes.

“The sticks and stones they throw froze mid air” reminds me of how a pap photo is a shot of a singular moment in time.

“Everyone wants him that was my crime” maybe her famous beards bring too much attention.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head (Straight to my head)/ Got lovesick all over my bed (Over my bed)/ Love to think you'll never forget/ We'll pay the price, I guess

The switch to we’ll pay the price sounds like a switch to talking about her real lover.

Half asleep, takin' your time/ In the tangerine, neon light, this is luxury/ You're not sayin' you're in love with me/ But you're going to/ Half awake, takin' your chances/ It's a big mistake, I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face"/ I'm not saying, "Do it anyway" (Do it anyway)/ But you're going to

My gut tells me the tangerine neon light is connected to the orange stunting warnings. Taylor uses orange as a prison/stunting color.

[a-slut-for-smut]

IntegraxAlucard solidarity!! Hellsing was some of the first manga I read as a teen and it definitely shaped who I am and the way I like to read fanfic and write it. Something about the way these two interact just hits right!

HELL YES, im right there with you homie. Alutegra def one of my oldest ships and arguably the most compelling as far as dynamics go!

Personally i like to bucket them under enemies to lovers trope, not literally but spiritually. i mean think about it: he is a legendary super powerful vampire/eldritch creature, she hails from a family of vampire hunters and moreover the direct descendant of the dude who defeated and enslaved Alucard to his bloodline and by extension her.

Alucard has EVERY right to hate/loathe her and she has every reason to despise him (especially since she relies on him heavily to continue her family's mission) but they don't, in fact, quite the opposite. While they have the master/servant dynamic going on its much more than that; he absolutely revers her and she does not reduce him to a soulless monster- there is a formality yet familiarity between them that you dont see in many ships and adds another layer of complexity, i mcfreakin LOVE it

i also adore how Alucard is basically a sl*utty temptress, trying to goad and tease Integra every chance he gets while Integra aka "the Iron Maiden" is meant to be a stonewall knight chained to her duty, with the added layer of how she must retain her virginity as a failsafe from turning into a ghoul- i mean, talk endless sexual tension amirite? but also, THIS SCENE:

anyway i could go on and on but i will simply end this with a kudos to your good taste in ships 😁

*credit to artists, i lazy just did google search

[luukeskywalker]

ficlet for beefleaf and number uh.... 7?

HIII I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAVE BEEN. SO BUSY. and also i was trying to make this fit very hard because ermm the song has no lyrics it is in fact a song from the hit video game jedi: survivor and all the ideas i was coming up with didn't have the same energy that i wanted for them LOL (BUT THANK YOU FOR PICKING THIS BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A CHALLENGE AND I LOVE CHALLENGES!!!!)

so anyways this is ermm. a jedi: survivor au and truthfully this in my mind is like chapter 1 of a 100k one sided enemies to lovers slowburn because that's how every beefleaf fic should be. TO ME

Shi Qingxuan did not know why the stranger, suspended in a strange bacta tank for who knows how long, seemed so familiar. There was something in the gentle, floating swoop of its ink-black hair that called out through the Force, that pulled him closer to inspect this beautiful being. Or maybe it was the pale blue hand that was almost outstretched, as if it had been suspended in animation before fully expecting it, that beckoned him towards the controls to the tank. 

“Qingxuan?” Shi Wudu’s voice crackled over the comm, startling him out of his near-trance. “What did you find in there?” 

He brought the comm unit on his wrist up to his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” 

Shi Qingxuan had snuck her way through countless hordes of the rogues that had holed themselves away on this ancient planet, and had finally found safe passage through the near-decrepit Jedi temple they guarded. Her brother had argued against it, almost demanding to come along, but something had told her this was something she’d needed to do by herself.

And now she could see why. 

The being in the bacta tank called to her. Her head began to pound with some sort of energy with each step she took, as if the person trapped inside could sense her presence. It was as if she couldn’t control her own hands as they flew across the controls. 

Steam hissed as the bacta began to drain out of the tank, and the being inside – Shi Qingxuan vaguely recognized it was Chiss – started to sink down along with the gelatinous fluid. She was quick to dash up the steps to the top of the tank (how old was this one, anyways? All the tanks she’d seen had harnesses to keep their occupants steady even if the bacta was drained) and grabbed it under its arms, yanking him out of the tank. 

The Chiss coughed wetly as Shi Qingxuan removed his respirator, and groggily opened his eyes, fixing her with a glowing red glare. 

“Qingxuan!” Shi Wudu’s voice over the comm again. “What’s going o-” 

He shut the comm off. Shi Wudu could wait. 

The Chiss was slow to come back to full awareness. Being suspended in bacta was disorienting even for just a few hours – he had no idea how long this handsome stranger had been locked away here, where time had nearly forgotten it. 

“...Qingxuan.” 

That was not his brother’s voice. 

The Chiss, still curled on the floor, gave another weak cough. “I thought you’d leave me here to rot.” 

“Why would I do that?” Shi Qingxuan asked, taking a step back to give it some space. Even if he hadn’t been compelled by some strange, other force (not The Force, mind you, but something else, something deeper than that, if that was even possible), he still would have tried his best to free them. No one deserved to be forgotten like that. 

The Chiss narrowed his eyes in something that looked like almost baleful confusion, and something about it was so familiar that Shi Qingxuan’s breath caught in his throat. “How long has it been since you put me in here?” 

“Um, well, I don’t know how long you’ve been in there, but I think it’s been a while. This temple was abandoned nearly two hundred years ago.” Shi Qingxuan laughed nervously. “I wasn’t alive that long ago, so I definitely didn’t do that to you.” He held out a hand, as it looked like the Chiss was finally getting its bearings. “My name is Shi Qingxuan. And you are…?”

The Chiss did not take his hand, instead opting to slowly and carefully rise to his feet on his own. “Two hundred years…” 

It staggered slightly over to a small compartment next to the controls, then pressed a few buttons that Shi Qingxuan couldn’t understand. The compartment opened, and the Chiss removed a dark-hilted lightsaber from inside. 

“I shouldn’t believe you.” He turned to face Shi Qingxuan. “But I sense the truth. The world is…different. Clouded. Dangerous.” Shi Qingxuan suddenly got the feeling that maybe she’d just made a terrible mistake. “You don’t remember me.” 

“Umm,” Shi Qingxuan said, “No?” 

“Then let me introduce myself properly,” the Chiss ignited his lightsaber, and they were both met with a hissing, snapping red blade, crackling from hundreds of years of disuse. “My name is He Xuan. You betrayed me. And now you will pay the price.”

[scarabjewels]

The Perfect Ending of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I watched that movie during a time of immense heartbreak, I was with someone and we were taking a break. That person talked about this movie so much, and honestly, his head is way up his ass to think he is like Joel.

As you might have figured, we ultimately broke up and boy, was I glad.

But enough of that, let's discuss the movie's ending.

The Journey to the End

Essentially, Joel and Clem's relationship became rocky, and both of them goes under an experimental procedure to erase each other I their memories, Clem did it first, unbeknownst to Joel. Joel, in protest and anger, undergoes himself.

What we were revealed with was memories of their relationship, and in my opinion, their relationship was based on high highs and low lows.

They were complete opposites of each other, and while they adore each other , their views are opposing each other. Clementine's personality is what you could call a passionate flame, she warms you up and sometimes she could burn. She was well aware of how she is seen by the men she dated: a quirky fun charismatic lover/ saviour, and had warned Joel that she is no concept, but a person looking for peace of mind.

Joel on the other hand is a reserved artist. He is not an enthusiastic animated happy person, but a reserved person who need to time to process things and takes time to answer. Joel is easily content, but finds it hard to settle.

In their first run-through of their relationship, I truly think that Joel and Clem are in so many ways toxic. They were never going to work with who they were during that time.

The scene of them trying to mend their fight. TRIGGERING.

Clementine is clearly communicating her wants and concerns, but hearing what she is saying is quite aggressive and explosive. Joel mumbles and is mostly quiet, which can be worse to the person being clear. When he does talk, he is passive-aggressive. At the end of the conversation, Joel tries to cosy up to probably comfort Clem, but Clem moves away, with a face of annoyance.

That is where it was clear that they could not work. Joel is passive-aggressive and incredibly self-deprecating. Clementine is an emotional wreck and defends herself by offence.

I really am basing my observations along with CinemaTherapy's video essay of this movie.

The customized "lobotomy" experiment

Clementine leaves one night after another argument with Joel, where Joel completely implied that she was a sl*t. Being the Aries queen, she immediately decided to undergo a memory erasing procedure in a clinic named Lacuna. The procedure is basically a customized lobotomy, pinpointing specific memories to be erased. Clementine chose to erase memories of her relationship with Joel, of which he learned days after Joel went to make amends with Clem, who has completely forgotten about him and has a new suitor for an added salt burn.

Joel decides to undergo the same procedure, and thus, the movie’s main plot play.

I think this sci-fi aspect of Lacuna's experimental medical surgery is a fun idea that would only have worked with Eternal Sunshine. The 90s to early 200s had a lot of futurism themes, such as Spicy City, Evangelion, Ghost in the Shell, The Fifth Element, and Men in Black and Hackers. The media is incredibly aesthetic but usually is either cult following and are of the trend at the time. They are iconic, but the theme was scattered heavily as it was trendy. Eternal Sunshine had psychological thriller and drama ingrained, with its sci-fi themes kept at a minimum, albeit hugely practical to the plot. I can not believe just how great the screenwriting is, but I do feel weird about what Jim said Gondry (the director) told him in the cast meeting.

Back to the memory erasing surgery, I think it's also something a lot of people dealing with grief wished existed. It might be a manifestation of a desire of a solution to instantly soothe grief, and it is a direct point from the main moral of the movie, which I will get to in a moment.

The Role of Memories

I have seen movies using losing memories as a major plot device for a certain character. In this case, it is used as a literal device and its effect on characters. Domino effects.

Joel realized his wrongs as he went through memory lane. He loves Clementine, and halfway through the procedure, he immediately regrets the decision and tries his hardest to keep the memories that will eventually be erased. He engages into conversation with the Clem of his memories, reliving the wonderful and ugliest memories they have. In the process, he faces a lot of his underlying issues and grows as a person (not by much but a good amount. Remember, growth takes LONG). He also wanted another chance with Clementine, another go.

In Clementine's journey, memory loss proves to be damaging. She was going emotionally insane like something was missing. She was frantic and triggered every time Patrick (her new lover in the movie) would use Joel's memories to seduce her (unbeknownst to her knowledge). It was like she was simultaneously trying to either relive a similar memory or go away from it. She was confused and honestly, in my personal opinion, somewhat very guilty of what she was doing. She can't go about her day normally. I remember the two scenes of Joel subtly insulting her and calling her a sl*t. The argument and the recording. In both times, she was firm and offended. However, the second time, she communicated her feelings firmly but gently. She wasn't a person who gets around that way, and I think her relationship with Patrick was the proof of that. Even without the memories of Joel, she somehow felt like she was cheating on him (imo).

I really truly think their last memories of each other were about Montauc. They met there at the same time, like reliving a memory. They were the same people but grew a little, enough to have some actual compatability with each other. Let's be honest. She and Joel, in the first time around, were intrigued by each other by attraction, but their polar oppositions made them impossible to have common ground except highly joyous emotional situations such as celebrations, small moments of creativity, sex etc. Their issues held them back and mixed like fire and ice.

However, the second time, they were BETTER. Maybe not the best versions (this movie is about realistic growth, so the best versions will be very much not to our knowledge). Joel was still a quiet private person who isn't very confronting, and Clem was still overreactive and defensive. But what changed is their ability to take accountability and better engagement AND BETTER COMMUNICATION. Honestly, that is the major improvement, the ending scene of them actually TALKING to each other. I was like "an actual conversation".

In the end, him and Clem while having some growth and a successful memory, erasure, we're fated to meet and fall in love all over again.

It is an unorthodox love story which I tell you is oddly realistic, their fate is now up in the air, will they go back to their turbulent cycle or actually work this time around?

The Hope of The Ending

When I first watched it, it was around the time of a huge argument that is similar to one of Joel and Clementine's volatile fights. I was reactive and hurtful, he was pointed and quiet.

At the time, I thought the ending is that they were continuing a toxic cycle, even when I humoured my then boyfriend at the time that I think they'll get together in a better light. Because I wanted out argument and feeling fixed. But I think my thoughts during that time should have been the sign I took to actually break up with him. I was the only one working in that relationship, and he broke up with me. I'll admit it. He was a piece of shit. He revelled in the fact that he was wanted while wanting someone else.

Now, after a year after breaking up with him, I do not miss him at all, but my thoughts on the movie changed. I realize that Joel and Clem really were already established people. They just had to work on their self-esteem on their own for a bit, and they did. In the movie. They already did. So the toxic cycle wasn't exactly going to happen anymore. It was a matter of choosing to really work with someone on a relationship. Mistakes will happen, but that's the lesson. They have a choice to work through and move forward or break up and move forward separately.

I think Clem wanted a person who would be there for her, and while I think she can make friends (she needs to), I think the new version of Joel could actually work. I truly think they worked on their insecurities and anxieties during the Lacuna procedure. It's just that they need to grow continuously on their own a little while longer. Growth is an active choice and habit in the long run. Joel enjoys being alone but is now more open-minded and engaging. He matured a little more. These two could work. Or not. But those are choices they are given to take.

The ending gave the audience the lesson of choice. Either direction can set them free.

I made my choices in relationships. Some were the strongest and even solid ones I knew would work with me until the end, yet even those I made a choice to end.

This film taught me that it will be okay, it is better to have loved than lost, I have memories with them and that was enough.

[siesporamor]

What are your opinions on all of the main couples in SL?

LMAO, it took me so long to answer this ask, but I just have so mant thoughts. I'm not sure if the question is about endgame couples, so I'll just talk about whatever I want.

Putting this under a cut because I'm not a monster.

Lutteo is... fine. I don't hate them, but I also don't like them. Leaving aside my own headcanons for the characters, they just don't work for most of the show. Matteo in seasons 1 and 2 is a complete asshole who doesn't deserve Luna. Just to list some of the shit he does: flirts with her while he's still with Ámbar, kisses her without her consent, sometimes borderline harasses her, is a dick to her best friend, prioritizes his career over their relationship even when he ends up hurting her, never listens to her perspective and assumes all of her criticism is in bad faith. I especially can't get behind the s2 storyline, where Luna is incredibly upset by Matteo's behavior—saying he doesn't have a girlfriend during an interview and staging PR relationships, or insulting Simón live—, but he brushes it all off with the excuse that it's essential to his career and tells her she's envious of his success. And he's somehow surprised that Luna would defend her childhood best friend when her boyfriend publicly humiliates him online?

That being said, when Matteo finally becomes a decent person in s3, I think they mostly work as a couple (still don't ship them). At that point, though, does it really matter? I'm not going to forget the first two seasons. If Luna absolutely needed to end up with somebody, because amatonormativity, she deserved someone better.

Lumón is objectively the best Luna ship. They're childhood best friends and know and take care of each other like nobody else. Still, when I see such an adorable m/f friendship, I grab onto it and would rather it stayed platonic, because there's enough romance in medias.

Simbar gives me life. I'm honestly obsessed and, as I've already said, they're one of my OTPs and the reason why I started watching Soy Luna. Ámbar and Simón are characters I already love on their own and they complement each other so well. They have a great premise (dating-someone-for-a-revenge-plan trope, my beloved <3), a believable enemies to friends to lovers arc (also a favorite trope of mine), fluffy banter, delicious angst and tension, domestic scenes to balance it out, great chemistry, and the actors work their asses off in emotional scenes. They communicate, support and respect each other like a healthy couple would do. Simón is the first person to see the good in Ámbar and push her to be the better version of herself. Ámbar also challenges Simón and his perspective. While a bit dramatized for narrative purpose (don't date people to fix them), that's what a relationship should do (says the aro who's never even had a date in her life).

Gastina may not be endgame, but they are in my heart. They're adorable, have excellent chemistry, and them bonding over shared interests is both realistic and cute. While cliché, I like the FelicityForNow plotline and I think it gave Gastina a solid basis that makes it impossible not to root for them. Forever mad about the route s3 took, especially because it didn't have to? They had Gastón's actor available for a couple scenes, they could've filmed the finale with him or just slapped a clip of him onto a tablet screen, then keep his and Nina's relationship going through texts, it really wasn't that hard. To me Nina goes to college in Oxford and they get back together again, I will accept no other option.

Pelfi is such a sweet ship! It's a bit of a Simbar 1.0, in the sense that Pedro formed a genuine friendship with Delfi and helped her become a better version of herself. Even if Delfi back pedaling in s2 was random and made their relationship arc a bit weird, narratively speaking, I always enjoy these two. They're such cuties and them staring at each other with heart eyes in s3 >>>

Yamiro is considered a main couple, I guess? They can be cute, but I'm not particularly fond of either Yam or Ramiro and I also headcanon them both as gay, not to mention they hurt each other and argue a bit too much for my taste.

Thanks for the ask, I hope I interpreted the question correctly!

[hbxplain]

✌️Masterpost✌️

add yourself to my taglist here, or dm me to be removed 😁

📝 Prompt Fills (#prompt fills)

The Right Time

1,181 words - Fantasy/Romance

Content Warnings: Drowning

“We can’t die like this. We can’t! We have so much to- and my ma- and your cats, god, they won’t understand why you’re not there-”

“And I’ll never get to kiss you.”

“And you’ll never get to- wait, what?!”

If I Cannot Bend Heaven, Then I Will Raise Hell

173 words - Fantasy

An angel defects.

Viva La Magic's Tavern

2,352 words - Low Fantasy

Content Warnings: ableism

A disabled human named Magic runs a restaurant for magical creatures. One day, a strong wizard challenges that.

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😈 Seven Lovely Sins (#sls)

WIP Intro: Comic Sans Powerpoint

70k+ words so far, unfinished! - Drama/Fantasy/Romance

Seven demons, each a representative of a different deadly sin, are sent down to Urth to Tempt a human into forfeiting their soul. Along the way, however, some of these demons find themselves feeling a little too strongly about their assigned mortals to let go of them that easily--love, hate, and trust draw the demons' attention. Maybe these assignments will take a little longer than expected…

Seven Lovely Sins is an anthology (sort of) of 7 short stories wherein a demon is tasked with Tempting a mortal, but slowly builds a relationship of some sort with them instead. Each demon and mortal pair is made up of characters from my various TTRPGs, but knowledge of those isn't needed to understand the story!

Full Chapters/Scenes

Part 1: Pride

1.0 - 1k words - Tu, Miss Lane, Demons

The first demon meeting, where Miss Lane gives Tu her mission: to Tempt a mortal named Tigh into engaging in the deadly sin of Pride.

1.1 - 3k words - Tu, Tigh, Sienne, Aeryn

Tu meets Tigh (and his obnoxious coworker, Sienne) and follows them to a coffee shop called CC Brews, where she meets Aeryn. Also, she has a tiny crush.

1.2 - 3.5k words - Tu, Tigh, Miss Lane briefly

Tu asks Tigh on a date in an attempt to feed his ego. It goes maybe a little too well.

Tag Games

Heads Up 7 Up

Part 3: Greed / Vatana, Vatesh

Find the Words

Part 3: Greed / Vatana, Tigh, Vice, Tu; and Part 1: Pride / Tu

Incorrect Quotes

Heads Up 7 Up

Part 4: Lust / Taylor, Izzy, Miss Lane

Find the Word

Part 1: Pride / Tu, Tigh

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😇 False Pretenses (#fp)

50k words, unfinished - Romance/Low Fantasy

In short: polyamorous fake dating soulmate AU about a human, an angel, and a demon. Description below:

Levi is a human. Ey expected the two people who answered eir craigslist ad for fake dates to also be human… but instead ey got Valor, an angel, and Triz, a demon. Now Levi has to cover up Triz’s demonic nature to pretend to be soulmates with Valor in front of god, only to turn right around and cover up Valor’s angelic nature to be lovey-dovey in front of the devil, too. And then it’s time for the worst judge of all… Levi’s own, human, parents. The whole thing sounds like more trouble than it’s worth, but under threat of eir parents ruining eir life when ey eventually bring home actual girlfriends, ey’re willing to pretend… until ey realize ey’re unfortunately falling for the angel and demon by eir side.

Snippets

Lying Excerpt

Fake Soulmate Prep

Levi, Val, and Triz get to know each other in the angels' domain, preparing to fake a soulmate bond.

Tag Games

Find the Word

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👻 147 Years (#147y)

Drafted, unfinished, made for the 24hr challenge - Fantasy/Romance

When a child is stillborn at the same time as two lovers die, all three ghosts are trapped in the same infant body. As the undead body grows, so do the ghosts' problems, and they're forced to come to an agreement all while the body continues automatically hoovering up stray souls. In a story focused on themes of love, hatred, individualism, and sense of self, Chi Pin fights to find a place in a world not meant for them.

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✍🏼 Miscellaneous Works

Villainous Thing (#villainous thing)

50k words - High Fantasy/Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Guardian Angel, Villain AU

Content Warnings: Drowning, Death Mention, Brief Torture Scene

Ileao, a guardian angel, receives an unusual assignment: watch over and report on a mortal villain named Alexander. As that mortal villain slowly but surely drags em into his life of crime, ey start to think he may not be as ‘evil’ as eir angelic superiors made him out to be, and that eir angelic ‘morals’ might not be so moral after all.

Magus Opus (#magus opus)

16k words - High Fantasy/Romance

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort

Magic, the most powerful dark sorcerer in the world, sets out on a quest with a Light Mage scout named Halo to stop the magic war. Together they explore themes of disability, addiction, friendship, and romance as their relationship grows.

[fictionfixations]

(CW: talking about non-con and attempted non-con and stuff) I've been thinking a lot and just. I think everyone probably knows but the like DC comics are really bad. Or well the batfam-related ones? I've never read them myself, or any others but ive seen panels and just they suck. its messed up ??? There's Dick being non-conned and then called a sl-t over it (MIRIAM. DISGUISING HERSELF AS KORI or starfire. AND SHE SAID THAT OUT LOUD BUT PPL STILL CALLED HIM A sl-t, just for getting heated in the sheets with his lover when it turns out said lover was actually someone else disguised as her. DUDE. aND THEn THEY GAVE HER A BACKSToRY OF HOW she was like brainwashed to think she was dating dick, and that i think her dick was a huge asshole to her??. ALSO when he was 17 there was a thing where they were trying to get into wayne enterprises and kinda slept with dick- cant remember her name) and its just like. DUDE (also also the creator literally said that its not [r-word] and more non-con or something stupid like that, as if theres a difference?? also it might just be me but the r-word sounds really.. fhfdusih and i just dont like saying it, as if noncon is better but its not really, i just struggled with it for awhile feeling like the r-word just made it a lot more real and vile so i just say noncon instead ;w;) and i probably dont know the bulk of it because im not a comic reader BUT YOU CAN SEE THE ISSUE??? though if i read it in the past itd probably fuck with me cause id take it to heart and end up down a rabbit hole of guilt when its *really* not the victims fault dude i feel so bad for the people who mightve gone through something similar, read the comics and then thought 'god im such a sl-t' when dick HAS said no before and it was completely ignored?? "Don't.. touch me, I'm…" He goes on to say that it was his fault, that Catalina was his responsibility and that it was his fault for letting her kill blockbuster (WHO was literally killing everyone who even just TALKED to dick or lived in the same apartment building as him, which its reasonable that he just. broke.) WHICH. fuck man. and theres also the time where selina (catwoman) kissed him or something and later stated it was to make bruce jealous in which, let me stick with my fanon personalities of characters where they *dont* do that :') and then theres tim nearly being nonconned by like. i think ppl are calling her ra's half-sister or something like that to get like an heir (cass saved him tho :D)

which DUDE ????? and i think jason and talia have fucked too, but it was sometime AFTER jason was resurrected by the pit and he couldn't have really consented then?? i refuse to accept that and who knows what else is there. just. DUDE. please tell me theres a time where its actually addressed healthily and theyre not just accusing the victim sobb

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Ranking the DCLA WLW ships

Many people prefer canon, and I get that. But there's one thing that non-canon ships give me and that is the comfort that they are exactly what they are. Especially the WLW ships. I never assume they will be canon, but I can love them all I want either way <3

I will not take every single dcla wlw ship, cause with all the girl characters there's so many combinations you can do. I will only take the ones I've seen, or recognized myself.

1. Franletta

Obviously. How can I not? I've not been crowned the biggest Franletta shipper in the fandom for nothing! They give me the softness no one else does. The way they always depend on each other, the way they care for each other SO MUCH <33 GAH they're adorable

2. Jam

I'm taking my two biggest from each show here. When I started watching SL, everyone expected me to just like the three biggest ships. NO ONE told me about Jim and Yam. HOW COULD YOU NOT tell me about Jim and Yam?! Smh you're sleeping on them (/hj, /lh)

But yeah, I think a part of what drove me with loving them so much was that no one else talked about them. Yes, people agreed they were girlfriends, but no one was as vocal. I am currently also the only one who even has written fics with them tagged romantically - something I did after I discovered after finishing season 1, I was really surprised how no one had written about them? So I took it in my own hands and wrote some.

Jam are my little chaos children, they're jin and yang and they're everything to me.

3. Luty

The year was 2021 and I had been starting to rewatch Violetta after getting D+. With my newly love for Franletta, I also thought about the others. I thought to myself "Hey! Maybe Naty stays with Ludmila, not because she's afraid to say no, but because she actually likes her? Maybe she even has a crush on her?"

Cut to when I rewatched S3, which had not been out until april of 2021 in the Nordic countries. I just. Fell for them. OH how I fell for them.

They make me insane honestly.

4. Natila

In season 3, something I really noticed was that the REAL love triangle was between Naty, Camila and Ludmila. And Naty and Camila DATED. They DATED in s3. OH MY GOD HOW THEY DATED. THEY FUCKING KISSED OFF SCREEN!!!!!!!!!! LIKE I AM STILL MIND BLOWN OVER THAT. WHEN I SAW IT I JUST WENT INSANE.

5. Ambilia

THE GOTH GIRLFRIENDS honestly they're everything. They're insane. It's them against the world. They'll go from the ashes and into the fire. They're a power couple.

6. Lumbar

"But but but but-" I hear you go. Yes, yes, yes, I know. These two gave a fucking crisis in s3. But I fell for them SO HARD in season 1 it was a wound that never got away. Season 1 FED me with them, S2 also fed me a lot, and then in season 3 I just went around with a "🥲". At least, they ended up being very close in one way <3

7. Cadmila

Love the enemies to lovers. I don't feel as strongly about them as the other two in the "unholy trinity", I sometimes feel like Cadmila is the female version of Dieleon (but not with everything). But it's also how Ludmila just plays with Cami's hair, always sits close to her and how Camila is like "get tf away from me" but highkey interested in what Ludmila is doing.

8. Mora/Ana

They moved in together?? This was a whole storyline and tbh I am fully convinced the writers actually wanted them to be a couple, it's not just my imagination.

9. Jadangie

Alright, you made me fall for them! Thanks, tumblr! <3 They're very cute.

10. Jackie/Angie

They would never date in canon but GOD are they exes. They're bickering exes, look at them. First episode of s2, you can't deny they've met before and something went down and now they pretend they don't know each other. The ANGST.

11. Celeste/Trish

When watching Bia, I was like "I really feel a straight vibe from every character" and all of you, and I mean ALL OF YOU, went "But what about Celeste?". I was confused because I was at the ep where Celeste told her therapist that she had a crush on a boy so I was like ???????????????????

But then the SECOND I saw s2, I had a 180 spin and went "OH OK SHE'S A LESBIAN" and her obsession with Trish was really like. !!!!!!! WOW. And when she met Trish irl and just scratched her neck I just. Yeah. Yeah I got it.

12. Lunina

Ok, I really do like them as just friends, but if they were more I also wouldn't complain. I just like to joke a little about them, but I am not as serious about it as I am with ships above on the list.

13. Jazmin/Delfi

Every now and then I think to myself "they should kiss" lmao.

14. Francesca/Ana

Most random thing. I got this because I felt like Ana legit tried to seduce Fran for a while. Like that Ser Mejor duet????? What

15. Violetta/Lara

I don't think they have a lot of chemistry, but I get it. Also Violetta totally got a bi awakening from seeing Lara sing like I-

16. Ludletta

I really get it. I really get after I myself fell for Lumbar. Like, you have 2 seasons of freedom. It's hard to just... stop?? After that? Also Si es por amor is the gayest music video in Violetta, it's just how it is. But I've personally never shipped them. I love their canon relationship.

I do get where you're coming from, though.

17. Jim/Luna

This is the one wlw ship where I don't really get it. But I've seen it around. And during my SL rewatch I've tried to see it, but I don't see much. I think it's whenever they're alone together they sort of have a matching vibe and that's what appeals to people? I don't know.

I know for a fact I've probably forgot someone, but that's how it always is. I actually almost forgot some here and had to re-rank my list. There's still plenty of wlw ships <3

[countessofravenclaw]

So, this will not be surprising coming from me, and I will tbh be happy if you even come up with 2-3 reasons. But, it's just fun nonetheless to see what you can say about them. So!

Franletta and Jam :)

But then I also wanna give you something that's more easy for you, so I will give you Gastina and Diecesca too <3

I see what you did here Sara... I totally deserve this after the ask I sent you. I will do my best.

Franletta

They care about each other so much

the cheek kisses

Really good duets

Girls before guys

How they support each other

I mean best friends to lovers

Jam

Rodar mi Vida... and how they are obsessed with that song. Seriously, they sing it like 4 times during S1 and that's just the opens

I don't really ship either of them with their canon love interests

They are each other's hype girls

They share one brain cell

They are absolutely chaotic and annoying but the same amount and together

Gastina

Unexpected, but still very good buildup

Healthy couple

Good communication skills, even in an argument

Even when he was angry at her, Gastón never managed to say anything bad about her and continuously said how he loved her

Never had the "how was so wrong about her/him" phase during a break-up

Nina always dropping her books

Never once fell out of love

the PINING!!!!

Soulmates

Fell in love with each other twice

The relationship was established through emotional connection a and shared interests

The PDA and physical affection

Gastón can't keep his hands to himself while she is around

Different personalities that complement each other

They bring out the best in each other

Gastón considered Nina to be part of his future

Mature, passionate and serious relationship

She was the best thing that ever happened to him: S2E23~ "Truth is, you're the best thing that ever happened to me." / S2E47~ "Nina has been the best thing in my life."

Short break up in DCLA standards (it was only 24 episodes. Leonetta could never)

Needed outside forces to stay apart

Matteo is the biggest shipper

Absolutely endgame, screw S3, they got back together at Oxford... it is canon

Going a little bit into the headcanon territory: Gastón provided Nina the stable and whole family she never had

The amount of "I love you"s. (the sad thing about this is that Te Amo was forbidden in SL apparently)

Always found their way back to each other

Gastón brought Nina out of her shell, but he also could be himself with her and drop that "popular cool guy persona"

The matching outfits

Just the scene at the lockers in S2E2

"Nina y Felicity, Chica en mi suenos"

The names in the sand and the blue ribbons

They were absolutely miserable apart

Same intelligence level

The absolutely made up story about the airplane and cake after the extreme singers. He just told her that to make her smile.

The small ear thing in S2E9

The way he always puts her hair behind her ear

They speak in the manner only their heart can hear. (Yes, I stole this from Bridgerton)

The red roses

I could go on forever, but this covers most of it

Diecesca

They bring the chaos

hidden relationship (even if the reason was stupid)

the hiding was funny

Diego recognized Fran under the Fausta wig

How absolutely everyone found out by accident

The validation (Story time: I saw S3 first time in 2016. I never cared for Marco and Fran. When Diego and Fran got lost in the woods at the start of S3, I was like "huh? I like this dynamic... they are cute. Will they be a thing?" Note, I did not know that Marco was leaving. And I kept shipping them, thinking that they would never happen.)

Fran and Gregorio's relationship

they just were super cute

Fran had dreams about Diego

The whole fiasco with Andres and Fausta

The whole lost in Caiz plot (where did they sleep? Why didn't either of them have a credit card?)

the kisses

The one episode lasting break-up Diego never took seriously

They sound extremely good together

I like Se Qui Soy okay... I don't get the hate it gets. Anyways, it was clearly about Fran

They actually had a healthy and normal relationship. So normal the writer had to bring the hiding into the mix to make it meet the DCLA standards

Okay, I guess that is it. I could come up with 1000 more for Gastina, but I don't have unlimited amounts of time. But seriously, where did Diego and Fran sleep during S3 finale? They didn't have money.

[caramelmochacrow]

Alright, my AU.

(im honestly just going to ramble abt it, so it might not make sense lol im sorry if it does in advance....)

it's called the Babysitting Au (smart name i know,) it's abt phoenix babysitting nahyuta, ema, kay, sebastian, klavier, clay, apollo, athena, juniper, and trucy w simon and edgeworth and they get up to many devious plans in a nutshell.

but in a more proper way of explaining it, it's phoenix and everyone -- clay and juniper included,-- meeting a bit earlier than the original and he forms a relationship with them before every single tragedy in the series happens. (except for SL-9 and everything before that.) they all made a promise to meet everyone together one day bc ofc they do, they're silly kids! but all of them were serious about it.

and yes, everything is the same, except for nahyuta being here, apollo knowing trucy is his sister, athena meeting them, and some of them helping in the trials.

im still working on how nahyuta got here (i did have an idea, but i think it needs some fixing idk yet) but the old reasoning is bc he begged dhurke to let him come w apollo and his parents and he can come back anytime he wishes to. (also yes jove lives a little bit longer, trucy is still going to be apollo's half-sister tho so shawdy smith is still here)

ema is going to be buddies w clay bc they both like science, even if it's two different types. also ema finally has someone to talk abt science to! yay! it'd be a shame if she pushes this person away!

clay is friends w athena too bc i know in my heart that athena knows abt space and mythology bc metis would tell her myths from greek and japanese mythology bc greek myths and the stars are quite connected (look at the names of some well-known constellations like cassiopeia, the argo/argonavis, and -- the most obvious one -- orion.), there are also some other japanese myths that r connected to the stars and stuff so u know. (izanagi being the god of space and the star-crossed lovers from what i remember, i don't know much japanese myths abt the stars, only the sun and moon w the yatagarasu, that one time amaterasu stayed in a cave for a few months, etc., etc.)

oh yeah juniper is that kid who makes little handmade gifts for all her friends and everyone cherishes every gift from her. like she would make them paper bracelets for everyone -- even edgeworth, but kay is the one who delivers it to him -- and she would sometimes use plastic, making the bracelets feel extra special (and shiny!)

also, byrne gets to live in this au bc if he's dead kay wouldn't be able to meet the others in the au now would she? (he just got badly injured when callisto stabbed him, badd took care of kay while he was in the hospital and bc of the whole almost getting murdered thing thanks to his job made him not want to work in a job connected to law anymore.) but kay still goes to her relatives after a bit, which causes them to make that promise, this time w byrne!

and yes some of the kids show up in the trilogy except for some flashbacks, not all of them will see each other, only some of them.

im not talking abt anything after the trilogy bc i haven't reached that part w my writing so this all i'll say lol.

[bangtanintotheroom]

Neck and Neck (M)

The night's almost done, but I see your eyes You wanna go again, girl, I'll go again

• Pairing: Underground Rapper!Yoongi x Underground Rapper!(F)Reader

• Genre: Smut, Enemies to Lovers

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 10.9k

• Summary: This battle wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot.

• Warnings/themes: verbal foreplay, “footsies” 😏, Namjoon is clueless lol, reader is a bit of a brat still, swearing, dom!Yoongi, dirty talk, degradation, usage of sl*t, taunting, oral (m. and f. receiving), face-fucking, deep throating, hair pulling, ripping panties, fingering, pussy slapping, riding, scratching, biting, choking, spanking, protected sex (keep that rubber on, folks), rough sex, lowkey hate sex, sleepy Yoongi 🥺, these two are competitive af

• Notes: Y’all wanted a follow up to Sore Loser so here it is 😏 The thought had been floating in my head and of course, a couple of people encouraged me to do this soooo 😶 Expect this to be rough as hell, the last part was only a hint of what’s coming. So now I must say a special prayer for @sunshinerainbowsbts​ because I don’t know if she’ll survive after this 🙏🏾 Shoutout to the wonderful @jeonjcngkook​ for beta’ing AGAIN how could you come back after I tortured you with 37k ilyilyily 😭💖 Also, I’m happy this happened to fall around a special someone’s birthday! Happy birthday, Yoongs! 🥳💝

• Song Inspo: Often - The Weeknd (Spotify | Soundcloud)

• Taglist: @sunshinerainbowsbts​ @exileoflove​ @sugalaritae​

Masterlist | Sore Loser | Neck and Neck

One thing that Yoongi always prided himself on was his discipline and self-control when it came to things he wanted.

But you had been pushing his limits since you all sat down to eat.

Namjoon had been surprised to see you trailing behind his friend when they met up, knowing that the two of you weren’t on the best terms. His jaw nearly dropped when Yoongi had asked if it was fine for you to tag along for dinner. He was about to ask if he was joking until the other gave him a look that screamed ‘don’t ask questions, just say yes or I’ll kill you’.

So now the three of you sat in front of a grill at Spice, the atmosphere a little awkward despite the lively music and surrounding chatter.

“So, uh, Y/N—“ You looked up from your menu at Namjoon, a sheepish expression on his face. “First time here?”

“Nah, I’ve been here a few times with some friends.”

“O-Oh, well, that’s good! There’s so many options, I was worried you’d get overwhelmed.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, I already know what I’m gonna get, just figuring out what I’m drinking tonight.”

Yoongi cut in, raising a brow. “I hope you have money on you.”

You weren’t fazed by his bluntness but Namjoon smacked his friend upside the head. “Come on man, don’t be rude, you were the one who invited her out. The least you could do is buy her drinks.”

Yoongi scowled at him, both at the swat and the fact that he was right. “Yeah but if she orders that expensive ass sake, she can forget about it.”

Just as Namjoon was about to scold him again, you giggled and waved to get their attention. “Relax, RM. Thanks for the offer but I’m a big girl, I can pay for myself.”

“Hmm…if you say so.”

“Really, don’t stress—“ You tilted your head at the mint-haired man. “He’ll make it up to me in some other way, right?”

At quick glance, your teasing seemed playful but Yoongi saw that spark in your eyes that was anything but innocent. Huffing a short laugh, he reached for his water glass. “Yeah, whatever.”

A waiter stopped by a few minutes later to take everyone’s order (Yoongi made sure to order extra kimchi while smirking at Namjoon). As soon as the food arrived, you grinned at the sight of the meats and veggies. You reached for one of the tongs only to find your fingers brushing against Yoongi’s, causing you to freeze. Your eyes stayed locked onto those appendages, mind wandering off as you remembered how good they felt inside you earlier. It took a few seconds before you came to your senses, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“What are you doing?”

“Going on cooking duty, what does it look like?”

“I can help, you know.”

Yoongi scoffed. “And let you burn the food? No thanks.”

You scowled. “I can cook, let me help!”

He pursed his lips at your stubbornness, giving your hand a tap with his index finger. “Relax, rookie, I got it. Besides—” That damn smirk came back. “Consider it a thank you.”

Your eyes darted to Namjoon, glad to see that he was occupied with figuring out what sauce to put on his short rib.

“Pft, if you say so.”

You were glad that Yoongi insisted on taking over, everything he had cooked came out perfectly (he had to step in between you and Namjoon when you both reached for the last piece of curry chicken and glared at each other). To your shock, the two ordered a few more servings of food for the hot pot, making you swallow hard as you debated on filling your stuffed stomach up more. You decided to give it a shot but wanted to digest first.

So you chose to start up a conversation with the guys.

“What’d you guys think of the show tonight?”

Namjoon finished slurping up his noodles while Yoongi stiffened visibly. “I thought it was great! The others were on their A-game as usual but you really surprised me, Y/N.”

You blinked. “Oh? How come?”

“For such a newcomer, you held your own throughout the night. And taking down this guy here?” He shot you a dimpled smile. “You’ve got some serious talent, kid.”

You couldn’t help the way your face warmed at having one of the vets compliment you. “Thanks, RM. Be careful though, your friend is still pretty sore about losing.”

Namjoon scoffed. “Whatever, he needed to be knocked down a peg, he’s been getting too cocky lately.”

Yoongi grumbled and elbowed his friend hard. “Fuck you, man, I’m right here.”

“I know and I’ll say it again in case you didn’t hear me the first time.”

You laughed at how Namjoon narrowly avoided a smack upside the head. It amused you how bothered Yoongi still was at the loss, an almost pouty expression on his handsome face. This led to you getting an idea, hiding your devilish grin behind your sip of water.

“I don’t talk shit to you when you get your ass–”

Yoongi stopped abruptly as he felt something brushing against his leg, eyes darting to you in shock. 

“When I get my ass what?”

He ripped his gaze from you to look at Namjoon’s face, a brow raised at the sudden interruption.

“When you get your ass beat to hell and back and come crying to me.”

Namjoon scowled. “You must have a selective memory, you’ve done it more than once, asshole.”

Yoongi was ready to fire off again until he felt your foot climbing up his leg, the side of your shoe now pressing into his inner thigh. Sliding his hand down, he gripped onto your ankle, trying to push your foot off but failing. You were stronger than you looked.

Rolling his eyes at his friend, he let go of you but not before shooting you a warning look. 

You didn't listen of course, waiting until Yoongi picked up the hot pot ladle before returning your foot to its previous place, biting back a grin as you reached for your bowl. He gave you a harsher look this time, not fooled by the innocent gaze as you held it out.

“Mind pouring me some?”

He didn’t want to look like an asshole in front of Namjoon so he begrudgingly nodded, dipping the ladle into the broth and gathering up some of the meat before bringing it up. But just as he was about to pour it, Yoongi jolted as the tip of your shoe brushed against his crotch, causing some of the liquid to slosh out and splatter a bit.

“Hey man, watch it!”

You had to do your best not to bust out laughing at the miffed look Namjoon shot at his friend. 

“S-Sorry…hand nearly slipped.”

The other rapper sighed and shook his head, murmuring something about not letting Yoongi order any more whiskey. Little did he know that the liquor had nothing to do with the blunder. 

“Careful Suga, you could’ve burned yourself!”

A pleasant tingle went down your spine at the heated gaze the other gave you, the tips of his ears turning red. “Thanks for your concern.”

Nodding, you motioned Yoongi to continue adding to your bowl, shooting him a guilt-free smile before digging in. He hoped that you would ease up with the foot games but you would not leave him alone. There were too many times that he almost choked on a noodle or let out a grunt as he felt his cock start to awaken. He would have reached down and pushed your foot off again but Namjoon chose that moment to start a deep conversation with the two of you about next week’s shows. His eyes were on him too often to get away with moving his hand constantly.

Eventually, Yoongi had to excuse himself, speed-walking to the bathroom to get under control. Why did he choose to wear leather pants tonight?

He didn’t know mercy until the bill was paid and the three of you walked out of the restaurant, praying that he adjusted himself enough on his second bathroom trip.

“Wow, can’t remember the last time I ate that much, how do you guys make it look so easy?”

Namjoon shot you a proud smile, pointing to himself with a thumb. “We’re grown men, we need to keep our strength up!”

You sighed wistfully. “Ah, to be able to burn all those calories off with minimal effort. I feel like I’m going to need to go on a long run tomorrow.”

Yoongi had to bite his tongue to keep himself from suggesting another way that you could burn the calories off.

“Pft, you’ll be fine, kid. Thanks for coming out with us, we should do this more often.”

“You can thank your friend here, he was the one who invited me in the first place!”

Yoongi shrugged when you both looked at him. “Consider it a celebration for beating my ass.”

You chuckled, reaching out and patting him on the back (a surge of wickedness came at the way he tensed from the touch). “Thanks Suga.”

Namjoon let out a yawn, looking down at his watch right after. “Damn, I didn't realize how late it was. You gonna be alright getting home, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’ll manage. I live in Hongdae so the ride’s not too long.”

“You take the all stop line?”

You looked up at Yoongi. “Yeah, what about you?”

“Same one, I’m over in Yeonnam-dong.”

A sound of wonder left you. “Wow, to think you’ve only been a few minutes away from me. Maybe you can invite me over for some practice cyphers one day.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Oh sure, let me give you more ammo to take me down.”

You and Namjoon laughed at his expense once more, finally deciding to split off afterwards. Yoongi walked with you to the nearby train station, the two of you silent until you both hit the platform.

“Are you really going to let me go home by myself?”

The man next to you turned his head to see you facing him now, your arms crossed and your hip cocked out to the side. 

“Hmph, maybe I should, especially after your little stunt.”

You weren’t fazed at his threat, seeing the faint greed in his dark brown eyes. “Oh please, drop the tough guy act.” Your lips curled into a sensuous smirk. “You know you still want me, baby.”

Seeing your eyes drop down to his crotch for a split second, Yoongi felt his cock twitch in response, flicking his tongue over his lips. “Do I?”

You stepped closer, leaving only a few inches between your chests as you whispered, “You do.”

The two of you stared at each other, refusing to back down until the sound of the train started getting closer. The corner of Yoongi’s mouth tilted. “Rookie, do you know what you’re getting into?”

“Isn’t it a little late for that, Suga? I made up my mind backstage hours ago–” A finger came up and poked his chest, your nail digging into the fabric. “So now you need to make up your mind.”

The train was about to arrive, leaving Yoongi with only a few seconds to decide.

“...Fine. But let’s go to my place.”

A bright smile stretched on your face. “Sounds like a plan.”

The train ride was torture for the both of you, despite the short distance. Neither of you spoke but your eyes flickered to each other multiple times, thinking of just what was going to happen once you got to Yoongi’s apartment. The tension remained thick throughout the rest of the journey, increasing as his building came in view. He unlocked his door and motioned you to enter first with a nod of his head. 

You didn’t even get a chance to take in the environment as Yoongi pounced on you the second your shoes were off. He pinned you to the wall next to his front door, those cat-like eyes narrowed and swirling with lust and ire.

“You’re a brat, you know that?”

You held back a smile as you looked at him with confusion. “Oh, am I?”

“Yeah, you are.” Leaning in, he hovered his face in front of yours, his hot breath washing over your lips as he purred. “Getting me all worked up under the table. You know how hard it is to hide a boner in leather pants?”

“Mm, must have been difficult, I'm sure I could still see it on the train.”

A growl was all you got before his lips smashed onto yours, taking away your ability to breathe properly. The intensity from earlier was nothing compared to what he was giving you now, all of the contempt from the last few months coming to the surface. Yoongi forced his tongue into your mouth, lashing against your own with authority. A moan escaped you at the dominance, bucking your hips against the prominence in his pants. At the contact, he pulled his lips off of you, huffing softly.

“Look at you, rutting against me like I didn’t just fuck you less than three hours ago.”

You gave the man a pointed look. “Maybe because you didn’t satisfy me enough, Suga.”

In a split second, his large hand came up to wrap around your throat, making your breath catch as he gave you a heated glare. “First of all, don’t try to play it off like you weren’t squeezing me every moment, brat. Second, you’re not going to be calling me by my stage name in my own house.”

He wasn’t pressing down on your airway so you were able to respond. “So what should I call you then, hm?”

“Yoongi.”

“Yoongi…” You said it like you were rolling it along your tongue, getting a feel for the name. “I see.”

“Get used to it, doll—“ He leaned in to shoot you a sinful smirk. “Because you’re going to be screaming it for the rest of the night.”

Before you could say anything else, Yoongi reattached his mouth to yours. You were sure the two of you were going to have bruised lips in the morning but that was the least of your concerns right now. You managed to hold your own against his aggressiveness, your panties getting wetter by the minute. Wanting to take this further, you thrusted harder against his hips, feeling his mouth pause, allowing you to pull away and pant roughly, “Are you going to just make out with me or are you going to actually fuck me?”

Yoongi laughed, rubbing his thumb over the front of your throat. “That mouth is still running, huh?”

You swallowed instinctively at the touch, keeping your stare cool and collected. “You’re not a mind reader, how am I supposed to let you know what I want?”

“Hmph, true, but you’re starting to kill my buzz here, baby.”

Teeth flashing at him, you looked up at him through your lashes. “But I thought you liked my mouth, Yoongi?”

He rolled his eyes. “I never said I did earlier.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to. I could see the look on your face when your cock was inside it.”

Yoongi hoped you didn’t see the tips of his ears turning red at your call out. “So?”

You smirked and leaned in to purr in his ear. “So you want more, don’t you?”

With your offer, he licked his lips at the thought of having that big mouth of yours wrapped around him again. Making up his mind, he stepped back and grabbed your wrist, dragging you further into the apartment to enter his bedroom. You couldn’t help but look around in curiosity, despite the circumstances, only to remember what you were here for when you heard the door shut behind you. Turning, you smirked at Yoongi as he stalked towards you. 

“I’m guessing that’s a yes?”

He chuckled and reached a hand up to hold your chin, tilting his head mockingly. “What do you think, brat?”

You giggled. “How do you want me?”

He let go and motioned with his head. “Sit on the bed.”

Grinning, you backed up to perch yourself on the edge of the bed. You shucked your jacket off to toss it on the floor, looking up after to see Yoongi doing the same with his own. He walked closer, raising a brow when he saw you lean back on your arms. “Don’t get too comfortable, Y/N.”

“Aw, why not? Your bed feels so soft.”

Tsking, the man reached down to straighten you up by your shoulders. You shot him a pout that quickly fell once you saw him begin to undo his belt. His teeth flashed in a devious smirk at the expression while his hands moved.

“Gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours, doll. Didn’t spend enough time in it earlier.”

Your lip caught in your teeth, nodding slowly as you continued watching him. Soon enough, Yoongi got his pants undone, shoving them down with his underwear to gather around his thighs and reveal his dick. Your mouth began watering at the sight of him, able to get a much more thorough look than earlier. Just looking at the girth had you aching to feel it rubbing against your walls once more.

“Hey.”

Looking up, you saw Yoongi wrap a hand around himself, lifting his other one up to curl his index finger towards him. You wasted no time in scooting closer to him, being met with the reddened tip of his cock in front of your face. 

“Go on.”

With his curt command, you scowled lightly, batting his hand away before replacing it with your own. You ignored how he chuckled at your attitude, leaning forward to lap at the head. That grin on his face began ebbing away the longer you did this, making way to an expression of lust.

“Mm…”

You kept eye contact with him, angling his cock upwards so you could run your tongue along the underside, laughing softly at the hiss that escaped him. 

“Fucking tease…”

“You know you like it, baby.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, bucking into your hand while he tangled his fingers into your locks, pushing your head a bit. “Stop messing around.”

Not ready to give in just yet, you batted your lashes up at him, stroking slowly with your hand. “What’s the magic word?”

A growl left his mouth. “Y/N…”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

His nostrils flared at your stubbornness. “You little…please.”

“Please…?”

He could have been sleeping instead of dealing with this crap right now. “…please get my dick in your mouth.”

You grinned deviously, throwing in a wink. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Just as he was about to throw out another profanity, you stopped your hand at the base and began taking him in, stopping a little over halfway down. Yoongi’s breath caught as his tip was close to hitting the back of your throat, fighting the urge to start pounding away. Taking a moment to control himself, he let out a low groan as you pulled back, keeping only the head in your mouth before you slid back down, starting a steady rhythm close to the one from earlier. Yoongi took his bottom lip in, watching as you bobbed while your eyes locked onto his own.

“Fuck, that’s it…”

Your eyelids fluttered at his mumbled praise, grateful that you could take your time with the man in front of you now. Those quiet groans he had let out back in the dressing room earlier in the night weren’t enough to satiate your desire. That’s not to say Yoongi was a noisy man when it came to vocalizing his pleasure, opting for expressing in a more physical way. From his fingers tightening in your hair to slight jerks of his hips, he made it clear that he was happy to spend more time in your mouth.

“Damn, baby—”

Your lips stretched as a rougher tone escaped Yoongi when you gave a squeeze with your hand. Opting to give him a bit of a show now, you moved your head back until the tip was the only part in your mouth. You wrapped your other hand around the rest of his cock, only giving him a wink before you began twisting both of them around his shaft, forcing him to take in a sharp breath. That breath then came out as a lust-filled profanity the second you started sucking hard.

“Oh fuck--! Jesus…”

Yoongi had to keep himself from pulling strands out by accident as the grip in your hair significantly tightens, thanks to your little move. He wanted to tip his head back and just let you continue working his length over until he filled that mouth of yours up with his load but he had other plans for you. Grunting at a strong jolt of bliss, he bucked towards you while practically snarling, “Slow down, rookie, gotta fuck that mouth before you make me come…”

Looking a bit put-off that he wouldn’t let you continue, you obliged and removed your slick fingers before raising a brow up at him, the expression on your face screaming ‘what are you waiting for?’. Smiling crookedly, Yoongi pushed your head down until he ended up halfway in once more. Wasting no time, he eased himself in and out with harsh thrusts, grunting all the while.

“Shit, doll…you look so good with my cock in there—”

The vibrations from your giggle were felt around his length, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Mnh— Of course you’re enjoying this, bet this is what you were thinking about when we were on stage, hm?”

At that, your eyelids fluttered. Yoongi noticed and barked out a short laugh, giving your hair another slight tug.

“Wow, you’ve got no shame, huh? What would everyone else say if they knew that’s what their beloved Y/N wanted? To suck off the champ in front of that big-ass crowd?”

His taunting brought embarrassment painted with arousal to you, your face heating up as he continued directing that infuriating smirk down at you. You never thought in a million years that you would admit that something so lewd had run through your mind as you watched your senior spit out rapid-fire words just a foot away from you. But could you be blamed? The way his feline eyes would bore into yours with sheer determination and contempt almost ruined your concentration and flow. Seeing those large, veiny hands of his grip onto the mic had you wondering how they would feel on your body. And catching his tongue running over those pouty lips of his?

You nearly blurted how you wanted him to shove the pink muscle down your throat between verses.

Yoongi’s feral grin only expanded as you let your thoughts show on your face. “Rookie, I’m flattered, really. It’s kind of cute how you’ve been so nasty to hide how much you want me—Hah!”

Tired of his mocking, you took it upon yourself to shut him up by sliding your head down until nothing was left out, your nose pressed against his pubic bone.

“Y/N—”

A grin formed around his cock at how he lost his nerve. Your eyes zeroed in on the way his pale neck was exposed to you as his head was thrown back, the Adam’s apple bobbing under the slowly reddening skin. Now you decided to torture him by swallowing around the portion of him that was in your throat. Yoongi didn’t seem to appreciate that as a growl left him before his fist tugged harder, making you wince as he pulled you off of his dick, standing upright and dripping with spit now. As you caught your breath, he pushed your head back as he leaned down, a sneer painted on his flushed face.

“Are you fucking crazy?”

A humored scoff came out of your puffy lips. “I should be asking you that. Why’d you stop me?” You gave him a cheeky smile. “Was sugar baby going to come already?”

His scowl darkened his face further, giving you the answer you needed.

“Oh wow, you were! Damn dude, I know guys usually don’t last long when I do that but—”

Yoongi interrupted your teasing by slamming his mouth onto yours, making the thin skin even more sore than before. His tongue forced its way in to fight against yours, not giving you a chance to come out on top, groaning quietly at the slight saltiness from having him inside just now. He made your odds worse with his iron hold on your hair and the way he had your head angled back, causing your neck to start cramping at the unusual position. Thankfully, he broke the kiss but kept up his control by staring deep into your heavy eyes with animosity and hunger.

“Shut the hell up, rookie. What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Mm, you only said not to call you by your stage name, you didn’t say anything about nicknames.”

Yoongi growled, reaching up with his free hand to wrap around your neck, wiping the smugness off your face to replace it with surprise. “Getting real tired of this fucking mouth of yours. Guess I need to shut it up some other way, huh?”

The danger lingering in his voice only served to increase the arousal soaking your panties, wanting to push him into the scenario he was offering. You were probably going to regret this in the morning by having to deal with marked skin and sore hips but fuck it.

With your tongue lazily creeping out, you licked up the saliva that had crept past your lips, looking at how his dark eyes followed the appendage. “I guess you’ll have to.”

Your approval brought an almost feral smirk onto Yoongi’s face as he released his hands from you, moving them down to grab onto the underside of your ass. You squeaked as he lifted you off the bed all of a sudden before tossing you onto your back, causing you to bounce as you landed further up. Yoongi shoved his garments down the rest of the way to kick them off, leaving his lower half completely bare. He crawled up onto the mattress, eyeing you like a rabid lion sneaking up on a poor gazelle, ready to go through on his promise. It took everything in your being not to shift under his gaze.

The second he reached you, Yoongi brought his hands up to rest on your clothed breasts, beginning to grope them roughly, chuckling lowly at how you held back your moans yet arched your back.

“Don’t do that, doll—” A hard squeeze gave him a sharp gasp. “Wanna hear every sound out of that big mouth of yours.”

“Mnh—”

You did your best to fight against every noise that wanted to escape but those fucking hands of his were ruining your resolve. If you weren’t watching the avid expression on his face, you were watching the way the veins popped whenever those long fingers flexed on the mounds. You then felt his hands traveling down to the hem of your cropped shirt, gripping the fabric before sliding it upwards, leaving you to sit up quickly so he could tug it off. Tossing it off to the side, Yoongi’s dark eyes lingered on the tops of your breasts peeking over your bra. Just as you were about to taunt him for gawking, he brought his hands up to hold onto the cups, tugging them down to expose you. The air hitting your skin made your nipples harden, pulling a low groan from him as he bent his head down to latch his plump lips onto one of them.

“A-Ah…”

Yoongi quickly began lapping at the bud with his tongue, heightening the sensitivity before his teeth brushed against it, ripping a cry from your throat. Smirking against your skin, he returned to using his tongue again until he felt your body relaxing underneath his, only to throw you for a loop by giving a hard suck, feeling your hand dart up to grip his mint-colored strands.

“Oh goddammit, Yoongi—”

Wanting to push you even further, he brought his hand up to grip onto your other breast, playing with the flesh while pinching and pulling hard at the nipple, savoring the needy whines falling from your lips. Once he got his fill, he slid that same hand around your torso to fumble with the clasps of your bra, pulling his mouth away to slide it off once it was undone. Letting it join your shirt, Yoongi returned to your tits, now choosing to lay bites all over the flesh. You wouldn’t be surprised if you found evidence on your body in the morning with how hard he was digging his teeth into your skin.

Yoongi pulled back, licking his lips in satisfaction at the budding marks before he moved down to your stomach, eyes staying steady on your flustered face. His mouth reached the butterfly-shaped charm hanging from your navel, taking the jewelry between his teeth to give it a slight tug, loving how you gasped and arched your back in response.

“O-Oh--!” When Yoongi pulled off, you scowled down at him, despite your aroused expression. “That hurt, asshole.”

He chuckled. “Did it? It seems like you enjoyed that, baby.”

Grumbling as you felt your face heat up more, you were ready to retort until his hands landed on your pants, quickly getting them undone before dragging them down and off your legs. Now you were just left in your lacy thong, smirking at how Yoongi eyed your clothed center with hunger. You brought one of your feet up to brush your toes against the side of his bare thigh, giggling at how he jumped at the sudden contact.

“Come on, Yoongi. Are you gonna keep staring me down or are you actually going to do something?”

Shooting you yet another unamused look, the man in front of you gave your own thigh a slap, making you gasp sharply. “Shut it.”

“Mnh– Ow.”

Yoongi scoffed at your attempt at pain. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this, Y/N. I bet if I took these off–” His long fingers ran over the flimsy fabric. “Your pussy would be soaking wet right now, hm?”

You did your best not to show the surge of desire on your face at his words, opting to roll your eyes instead. “Whatever.”

This didn’t sit well with Yoongi as he growled before delivering a swat between your thighs, ripping a cry from your throat at the rush of pleasure mixed with discomfort. “Try again.”

“Y-Yoongi, what the hell?!”

Another slap came, your hips jerking in response. “Answer me.”

“Fuck— You’re crazy…”

Yoongi puffed air out of his nostrils, starting to hit his limit with your defiant attitude. His other hand took its place around your neck, giving a light squeeze while he gripped your mound, making your breath hitch as some of your air was cut off while a shock went up your spine. Those dark brown eyes of his were narrowed, piercing into your own with rigidity. 

“Stop acting like you’re above all of this, brat. I only gave you a taste of what I could do back in the dressing room and you were being so needy then. You must be in fucking heaven right now, having me manhandle you like this, huh?” His teeth flashed as your eyes looked away in mortification, unable to hold back anymore. “...I knew it.”

You did your best to ignore the burning in your face at him putting you on blast, looking directly into his eyes now. “So what if I do? You’re not the first guy to be rough with me, Yoongi.”

Even the way you spit his name with venom couldn’t wipe that aggravating smirk off his handsome face.

“Oh, I’m sure. But after I’m done with you–” He leaned his head in to bump noses, husking out over your swollen lips. “No one else is going to compare.”

Your self-control was nearly dissolved now, thanks to him. That confidence he exuded on stage clearly wasn’t limited to just the mic; it almost scared you just what he was going to do to go through on his promise.

Good.

Swallowing the spit that had been gathering in your mouth, you scowled at Yoongi, pushing your hips into his lower hand. “Are you gonna do it or are you just gonna keep talking shit, sugar baby?”

With the spiteful delivery of the beloved nickname, Yoongi moved his fingers to creep into the top of your panties, dipping the tips in enough to hold onto the lace. All of a sudden, his hand flexed into a tight grip.

Then the sound of ripping filled the air before you felt coolness on your heated center.

“Y-Yoongi!”

At your stuttered gasp, the man looked up at you with heavy eyes, throwing the ruined scrap of fabric off to the side. “I’ll buy you new ones, relax.”

Before you could even berate him for destroying your underwear, Yoongi placed his hands under your thighs, pushing your legs back and to the side, exposing the area between them further. The sight pulled a growl from the other’s chest, eyeing the drenched folds with fervor.

“Look at this pretty little cunt, ready to get destroyed. Told you you were fucking dripping for me.”

The sheer ferociousness in his delivery made your breath catch. Now you were really in for it.

Yoongi pushed on your thighs until you were forced to lay back all the way, lifting your head up to watch with anticipation as he lowered his face down. But rather than dive straight into where you wanted him to go, he latched his plump lips onto your inner thigh, giving the sensitive skin a hard suck before nipping it with his teeth.

“Y-Yoongi…”

Ignoring your plea, he continued attacking multiple areas of the flesh, your patience running thin the closer he got to the apex of your thighs.

“Dammit Yoongi, hurry up…”

Yoongi slapped your other thigh with swiftness, shooting you a side glance before pulling his lips off to mumble out, “Be. Quiet.”

You huffed, ready to rush him again until he descended to latch his mouth onto your sensitive clit, giving a hard suck that forced a shriek out of you.

“Fuck–!”

Another swat was delivered to your leg, Yoongi pulling his head up to shoot you a warning glare. “Not so loud, rookie, I’m not trying to get noise complaints.”

“How the hell do you expect me to– Mnh–!”

You were compelled to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises, thanks to the devil between your thighs sucking your nub once more. He began flicking the tip of his tongue over it now, cat-like eyes zeroed in on the way you were reacting. Your back arched into a curve, stiff nipples aiming towards the ceiling while you gripped onto the sheets with your free hand for dear life. 

Just what he liked to see.

Yoongi decided to have mercy on your clit and moved down to lick up whatever arousal smeared around before going to lap at your folds, grunting at the taste. “Fuck…didn’t think someone so spoiled could taste so sweet.”

Of course your cheeks heated up at the compliment. But you didn’t have time to savor it as he delved his tongue between, parting them to run over the smooth area with pressure. The obscene sounds emitting from the action traveled up to your ears, causing your pussy to leak some more wetness out for him. Yoongi seemed to appreciate it as a snarl vibrated against you.

“So fucking filthy–”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, choosing to give in and buck your hips against his face. But he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of moving, strong hands coming up to pin them down to the mattress, making you whine. “Stay still, rookie.”

“Yoongi…”

Raising a brow as you complained louder, he moved back further, bringing a hand up to rest on your thigh. “Y/N–,” Said hand went to deliver a light slap to your wet folds, ripping a sharp cry from your lips. “I said stay still.”

Now you were trembling from the shocks of having his swat make contact with your sensitive skin, biting back a whimper as he rested his forearm across your hips to keep them steady. Seeing that you weren’t going to fight him anymore, Yoongi lowered his head once more to lick at you, blocking your view of his facial expressions. It was alright for now as this allowed you to focus more on the sensations of his mouth working you over. You’ve had your pussy eaten before but none of those experiences were living up to how the man below was consuming you. Ferocity laced his actions, lapping at your wetness like he was a man starved. There was no pause in the way he let his tongue and lips explore you, almost as if this was just another part of his daily routine.

You wished he could stay down there for the rest of the night, making you come over and over until you were nothing but a boneless mess on his bed.

As if he had read your mind, Yoongi slid his free hand up under his chin to press his pointer finger to your entrance, grunting at the way it clenched from his touch. Pulling off, he husked, “Want it, baby?”

“Shit…please, put it in–”

Nodding, the mint-haired man watched your face close as he slid the digit in, licking his coated lips at the way your mouth fell slack and your lids fluttered, a drawn-out moan leaving your mouth. 

“Damn rookie, it’s only my finger and yet you’re gripping me so tight…”

“Sh-Shut up…” 

Giving you a gummy smile at your flustered reaction, Yoongi chuckled before curling his finger, feeling against your walls until he brushed against the spongy area that made you freeze. He didn’t give you a warning, choosing to pump into it with unrestraint.

“Fuck–!”

His free hand pulled off your hips to smack your thigh, growling in warning, “I told you to keep it down, didn’t I?”

You bared your teeth at Yoongi, torn between kicking him or pushing his head back down. “Fuck you, asshole! You can’t just do that and not think I won’t–”

Your ranting was interrupted by a hand wrapping around your throat once more, pushing your head back into the bed, breathing halting when you saw Yoongi’s face hover over yours, hostility hardening his soft features.

“Rookie.” Just the way he said the nickname had your stomach dropping and your pussy clenching.

His finger slipped out of you but you were unable to whine with how much he was pushing on your neck. “If I tell you–” A smack hit your slick folds. “To be quiet–” Another one. “What does that mean?”

A harsher swat was able to pull a cry from your constricted throat, hips jolting. “I-I…”

“Answer me.”

A quiver ran through you at his command, doing your best to rasp out to avoid angering him further. “I-It means be quiet…”

Yoongi rewarded you with another slap, focusing on your clit this time; it took all your might not to scream at the two different aches that resulted from the contact.

“Exactly. I know you don’t like to follow directions but you’re not dumb, right?” You shook your head, making him smirk deviously. “Thought so. So don’t play stupid with me, slut.”

The derogatory name leaving his lips surprised you but left you shamefully more turned on than before, hitting something dark in you that wanted to hear more.

“Don’t…” You couldn’t even meet his eyes as you protested weakly. “Don’t call me that…”

Yoongi tilted his head. “Oh? You don’t like that, baby? Don’t like me stating the obvious?”

You reached a hand up to grip onto his wrist, gathering up whatever nerve you had left and managing to lock your gaze with him. “You think I let anyone else treat me like this?”

“I don’t know, do you?”

A snarl left you. “I don’t. Be lucky your dickheaded self has special privileges. If you were any other man, I would have knocked you out by now.”

Slight surprise came onto Yoongi’s face at your admission. “So why am I an exception, Y/N? Are you in love with me or something?”

His taunting only made your face heat up more and your irritation grow, digging your acrylics into his skin, taking joy in the way he winced. “What are you, a fucking psychiatrist? Either go back down on me or fuck me, Yoongi, or else my ass is leaving.”

With your threat, Yoongi’s shock disappeared, morphing into a look of apathy. “You know you won’t leave, Y/N, unless–” There went that infuriating smile again. “You don’t think you can handle me?”

A laugh came out. “I should be asking you that, baby. Maybe you won’t be able to handle me and I’ll have to tell everyone how the champ got taken down on stage and in bed.”

You were playing with fire by bringing up what started this whole mess in the first place but at this point, you were too far gone to care. It didn’t help that the ferocity in Yoongi’s eyes returned in full force at the reminder, sending a pleasant chill down your spine. Even as his grip on your neck tightened, you grinned at his low voice rasping out, “Is that so? Then I’d have to tell everyone how the rookie let me fuck her twice in one night because she’s such a greedy little slut for me.”

Lids lowering, you batted your eyelashes at him. “Then I guess we should keep this going and keep our mouths shut, hm?”

Yoongi gave a short laugh, sliding his hand around to hold the back of your neck now. “Finally, something we can agree on.”

He only let you giggle for a second before he pulled you in for a hard kiss, grunting when you moaned against him at the way his tongue invaded your mouth, the taste of your arousal now on your tastebuds. You were able to tangle your own with his for a minute until he pulled you away, letting go to grab the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it off to throw it on the ground. Your eyes traveled over his now bare body, appreciating the slight tone of his torso and the way his cock stood stiff, the head wet and flushed red. 

Yoongi crawled off the bed to walk over and rummage through his nightstand, pulling out a condom. Before he could open the packet, you swiped it from his fingers.

“Hey!”

“Shush, let me do it.”

Grumbling, he let it slide, listening to the way his dick screamed for him to shut up and let you take over so it could get some attention. He watched as you ripped the foil open, tossing it to the floor before beginning to slide the rubber onto his length, twitching as your fingers brushed against his heated skin. Thankfully, you didn’t tease him at the reaction, removing your hands as soon as he was completely covered. But then you pointed to the bed.

“Lie down.”

“...excuse me?”

You raised a brow. “I said, lie down.”

Yoongi scoffed in disbelief. “What do you think this is? Who said you can boss me around in my own place?”

Air puffing out your nostrils at his stubbornness, you grabbed his shoulders. Using all of your strength, you turned him around before pushing him to fall onto the bed, trying not to giggle at the put-upon look on his face from that.

“Y/N, what the hell?”

“Oh, shut up–” You straddled his hips, hovering your own above his cock while your head tilted. “Don’t you want to see me on top for a bit, baby?”

Yoongi really couldn’t say no to that, picturing how your head might lean back in bliss while your breasts bounced and your ass smacked against his thighs. With a roll of his eyes, he crossed his arms behind his head, giving you an indifferent gaze. “Whatever, go nuts. I guess I can kick back since I did most of the work earlier.”

“Ugh, you’re such a dick, you know that?”

That cocky ass smirk returned. “You love it, rookie.”

Rolling your own eyes now, you reached down to grasp his cock, giving it a squeeze to spite him (the grunt he let out made you chuckle) before angling it to brush your entrance. Not wanting to hold off any longer, you began sinking down onto him, struggling to keep your eyes open as he filled you up. 

“Goddammit…”

You swore when you finally got him in all the way, panting harshly. He felt different in this position, stretching you more than when he was behind you earlier. 

“Come on…” Yoongi’s gruff voice commanded you, paired with a buck of his hips. Squeaking at the motion, you narrowed your eyes before splaying your palms on his chest, using the leverage to start lifting your hips up and down. The pleasure you were denied started making a comeback, pulling soft moans from you.

“Mm…yes–”

Underneath you, Yoongi was starting to think that his imagination wasn’t as strong as he thought. Seeing you actually bouncing on his lap was nothing compared to the picture he conjured up in his head. Maybe he could let you ride him all the way if it meant he could come to a view like this. 

“Fuck—“ His tongue flicked out over his lips. “Look at you, riding my dick like an expert—“

You huffed out, “Yeah?”

“Mhm—“ Yoongi gave a crooked grin. “You do this often?”

“None of your—mm— business, baby.”

“Oh? Don’t be shy. You can tell me if I’m not the only one who you’re fucking—“

Yoongi was cut off by your hand around his throat, pushing his head further into the mattress with force. His eyes darted up to see you giving him a smirk, dripping with barely-disguised malice.

“Just shut up and let me fuck you, asshole.”

Although he wished he could taunt you some more, he wasn’t opposed to letting you continue and so, he kept his mouth shut. 

He figured that you would remove your hand from his neck by now but it was still wrapped tight, interfering with his breathing a bit. To his surprise, the feeling wasn’t terrible. If anything, it heightened the sensations of everything else. Yoongi was hoping to keep the discovery to himself until you clamped down on him too tight at one point, forcing a strangled groan from him as his hands came out from under his head to grip onto your hips. 

“Oh shit–”

The sudden noise and action from him caught your attention, blinking at the way his face was screwed up in restrained bliss. Your hand clenched without thinking, bringing a hitch from him and another profanity. Now your brain put two and two together, grinning shrewdly.

“Aww, does someone like getting choked?”

Yoongi refused to meet your eyes, choosing to close his own instead. “Shut up…ngh–!”

A giggle came out at his avoidance. “Wow, who knew the boss would like something like this? I thought you only liked doing it to others, guess I was wrong.”

A feral snarl came from the depths of his chest. “Y/N, shut the fuck up–”

“Or else what?” You squeezed harder, making Yoongi thrust up with more force. “You said you would let me do the work, no? So just lie there like a good sugar baby and let me–”

You forgot yourself as your mouth moved without thinking, not realizing what you had said until Yoongi’s eyes flew open, the almost black irises burning with scorn. Before you could finish your sentence, one of his hands came off your hip to give your ass a harsh slap, wrenching an intense cry from you.

“Fuck–!”

He didn’t hold back on the other side, baring his teeth at how you gripped his dick and dug your nails into his chest in response. 

“What did–” Smack. “I fucking say–” Smack. “About–” Smack. “Calling me–” Smack. “That?”

“Jesus, Yoongi– Ah–!” The swats were bringing a pleasant sting to your skin, making you bury him deep inside before rolling your hips. “You said– mm– Not to call you that.”

The man underneath growled as he gripped a cheek and gave it a shake. “So now you’re just trying to piss me off on purpose.”

You couldn’t help the grin that came onto your face, leaning down closer to his. “Of course, baby–” You licked your puffy lips. “I already told you how fucking hot you are when you’re mad, didn’t I?”

Indeed, you did.

Yoongi scoffed despite the way his cock twitched at the reminder. “I’m starting to think you’re a masochist, Y/N.”

“And what if I am?”

“Then there’s no way this is enough for you right now, is it?” He asked with an expectant look.

You didn’t answer right away, trying to decide how you should go about this. Something was telling you that giving an affirmation would unleash a side of Yoongi that your body just might not be able to handle. But he did have a point. As fun as it was to ride him, you wanted to see how much more he had to give. 

Oh well, you could deal with the consequences in the morning.

“No, it’s not.”

Yoongi flashed his teeth, giving your ass one last hit. “Get off and I’ll take over, doll.”

Ignoring the logical part of your mind telling you that this was a terrible idea, you waited until he removed his hands before climbing off his lap, watching as he stood up now. He bent down and lifted you up, dropping you so you laid flat on your back in the middle of the bed. Pouting up at him from the manhandling, it was quickly wiped off when Yoongi crawled on and took one of your legs, lifting it up to bend and rest on his shoulder.

“H-Hey, what are you–”

“Relax.”

Swallowing hard, you could only watch as he spread your other leg flat on the mattress, opening you up to him completely. Scooting closer, he took his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against your swollen clit for a few seconds, smirking at the gasp you let out. Just when you started glaring at him, Yoongi angled himself to sink back into you once more, a guttural moan leaving his pouty lips. “Shit…”

You weren’t faring much better, his dick hitting spots in you that it wasn’t before, resulting in whines. Thankfully, he didn’t wait a minute longer to start moving once he made it in all the way, starting up a merciless rhythm that had your body bouncing in time.

“Oh God–! Y-Yoongi–”

“Ngh– This is how you like it, right?”

“Y-Yes, ah!” A deep thrust made you yelp.

Yoongi chuckled deeply, leaning down so you couldn’t look anywhere but his face. “Look at you, practically screaming for my dick. Do you ever sound like this for anyone else?”

It was hard not to shut your eyes, from pleasure or shame, you didn’t know.

“N-No…”

“Hmph, of course. And you know why, right?”

You did. 

“Because…” Might as well go all the way. Your gaze didn’t stray from his as you looked at him with defeat. “Because I’m such a slut for you.”

The gummy smile on his face did not match with what he was doing to you right now. “That’s right, baby, glad to know you’re finally figuring it out.”

Scowling with your cheeks burning, you pulled your upright leg further back, thigh pressing to your torso. “Whatever, Yoongi, just stop messing around.”

The new angle made his breath catch, eyes darkening as he nodded. His free hand went to wrap around your neck once again, giving a light squeeze as he continued pounding into you mercilessly. The room filled with sounds of skin smacking mixed with his grunts and your moans and shrieks. So much for avoiding those noise complaints.

Yoongi kept up the brutal pace, panting harshly as he watched you reacting with intensity to his motions. Your eyes could barely stay open, only able to focus on him when they were. Your skin was drenched with sweat, sticking to his own whenever they touched. Your tits bounced with each thrust, the nipples stiff and begging for attention. He was starting to pat himself on the back for convincing you to let him on top; how could he miss out on a sight like this?

“Goddammit–”

A violent swear came out of you, paired with a strong clench that threw him off for a bit.

“Shit…what is it?”

You croaked out, “I-I’m so close…” One of your hands crawled down your body to begin stroking over your clit, gritting your teeth at how sensitive it was. “Oh fuck, don’t fucking stop, Yoongi–!”

That little display paired with your words brought a sharp pang, cursing lowly as he sped his hips up.

“Damn, doll…you trying to kill me here?”

You couldn’t even respond with your own quips anymore, the pleasure starting to become maddening as you desperately chased your finish. All you could do was lie there and let the man above you help. Soon enough, a familiar tightening began forming in Yoongi’s lower stomach, leading him to focus on arriving at his own end as well.

“Fucking hell– I better feel this little cunt squeezing me soon, baby…”

A nod was all you could give, words failing you as you tightened around him again and again. Yoongi’s mouth fell open, harsh breaths falling out the closer he got to his peak. 

“Y-Yoongi…”

Your breathless gasp caught his attention. He raised a brow, only to swear when a hand came up to wrap around his wrist, pressing his hand a little more on your neck. He gave a nod in understanding, keeping the pressure up, twitching hard at the way your eyes rolled back in response. Within a couple of minutes, Yoongi started feeling the hints of you coming, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

“Come on, Y/N–”

A broken whimper left you. Yoongi growled and leaned his head down more, baring his teeth in lust and dominance. 

“Fucking come for me right now– Be a good little slut and do it.”

Not long after he grunted out the command did you feel yourself be pushed over the edge, letting out a strangled cry as you shook fiercely underneath him.

“Oh God–! Fuck!”

Yoongi could only enjoy the sight for a few seconds before being forced to still his hips, a guttural groan releasing from his throat as his own orgasm took over his whole body. “Shit–!”

The two of you released various sounds into the room as you both came apart, the tension building up since dinner finally being released. It took some time for the sensations to subside but once they did, you slumped onto the bed. Tipping your head back as Yoongi released your neck, you gasped for much-needed air, still feeling the heat from his hold on your skin. He also lowered your leg back down before choosing to lay his body on top of yours, much to your dismay.

“Hey, get off.”

He grumbled, burying his face into your shoulder. “Quiet, gimme a second.”

You pouted. As nice as his body felt, he was heavy on your exhausted self. “Yoongi.”

“Mmh.” Growling, you moved a hand to swat him on the back of his head. “Ow!”

“Move, you’re fucking heavy!”

Yoongi brought his head up to scowl at you, rolling his eyes before removing himself from you, pulling out in the process. He flopped onto his back next to you, letting out a weary sigh. “Brat.”

“Shut up, dickhead, I’m not your personal mattress.”

He gave a noncommittal grunt, closing his eyes to get his bearings together. You took this chance to sit up and look him over. His fair skin was covered in sweat, tinted red in the fleshier sections but mainly on his chest where your nails had raked over. His mint-colored hair was in disarray, the bangs sticking to his damp forehead and exposing his furrowed brows. And lower down…

“You gonna take that off or not?”

Yoongi’s eyes cracked open, peeking at you. “Hm?”

Shaking your head, you pointed down at the soiled condom still sitting on his softening dick.

“Oh. Yeah, hold on.”

Forcing himself to sit up, Yoongi stood and walked to his bedroom door, opening it before disappearing into the hall. He returned after a minute, giving a flourish of his hands with a deadpan expression. “Ta da.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Idiot.”

Yoongi smirked lightly at that before it fell off. Now the room was silent as the two of you stared at each other, the atmosphere a little awkward now that the sex was over.

“Um…”

His head tilted at your soft sound. “Yeah?”

“You, uh, mind if I use your shower?”

“Oh. Uh, no, go ahead.” Motioning you to follow him, Yoongi waited until you got up. He almost ran forward when he saw you wobble for a second but was waved off when you steadied yourself. He headed back out to the hallway with you in tow, leading you into the bathroom at the end. Flicking the light on, he held his hand out to the shower. “Use whatever you need, towels are above the toilet.”

You nodded. “Thanks…”

There goes the silence again. And the staring. Jesus. Why did you have to look up at him like that? But why was he still standing here? You couldn’t bathe with him there, obviously. Before he could step out, Yoongi found his mouth working without thinking.

“Are you…are you alright, after all that?”

His words brought you out of your trance, blinking rapidly as you scrambled for an answer. “O-Oh! Yeah, I am. I told you, I’m used to the rough stuff.”

Even with the way your chest puffed out, Yoongi couldn’t stop his damn mouth again. “Are you sure? You don’t have to lie if you aren’t, my ego isn’t so fragile that I–”

A hand came up and clamped over his lips, eyes widening as he looked down into your amused face. 

“Relax, dude. Trust me, if I didn’t like any of that, I would have been gone or your ass would have been out cold on the floor.” With that, a sense of ease came over Yoongi, leading him to nod. You removed your hand, only to pat one of his cheeks with a giggle (earning a pout). “Now get out of here so I can get clean, I’ve got work in the morning.”

Of course he had to say something smart to hide that little slip up of his. “Wow, you actually work?”

It did the trick as you rolled your eyes, turning Yoongi around to push him back into the hall, shutting the door behind. He glanced at it for a second before sighing. Nothing else to do but wait for you to finish.

You didn’t plan to take this long but Yoongi’s shower put your crappy one to shame. Not only did the warm water last longer and feel better, his showerhead had better settings, including a massaging one that did wonders for your sore muscles. You were surprised he didn’t come along to bang on the door and tell you to stop wasting his water.

Drying off with one of the towels, you wrapped it around your body and left the bathroom to walk back down to his room. “Hey, sorry it took so long. What kind of showerhead do you have–”

Your question cut off as you spotted the person you thought you were talking to fast asleep in his bed.

Yoongi had curled up under his sheets, his bare torso peeking out. His cheek was pressed down to the pillows, lips parted as he snored softly. Sighing, you walked over to the bed, eyeing him with amusement as you poked his shoulder.

“Way to fall asleep on me, jerk.”

Not even a grumble came out. Looks like he was a heavy sleeper.

Shaking your head, you removed your towel and began looking for your clothes. Once they were gathered up, you slid them back on (you remembered that your panties were practically useless now and cursed Yoongi under your breath). Making sure that you had everything on you, you turned to look at his prone form. You were debating on waking him up to let him know you were leaving until you came to your senses. 

Why should you bother? Normally, the guys you slept with wouldn’t give a damn, choosing to shoo you out of their place as soon as they got their rocks off. But Yoongi had allowed you to use his shower and even double checked on your wellbeing; you were lucky to even get a wipe from the others. The least you could do was give him a heads-up.

But he looked so peaceful…

Your eyes widened.

Oh hell no. You had to get out of here.

Making up your mind, you shot him a smile before heading back into the hall, carefully shutting the door behind you. You walked over to the front door to put your shoes on when you paused. Pursing your lips, you looked around to see if there was any paper or notebooks lying around. Spotting a nearly-empty notepad on the coffee table, you headed over to pick it up, along with the pen that was lying next to it. Taking a minute to think, you scribbled down what was in your head before setting the pad down and returning to the entrance.

Slipping your shoes on, you unlocked the door. Looking back into the apartment, you whispered with a pleased smile on your face, “Thanks, sugar baby.”

Yoongi wasn’t someone who had trouble sleeping but when his eyes cracked open, he could tell that he had one of the best sleeps in a while. He estimated that it was somewhere between 6 to 7 AM by the faint light shining through his blinds. He was ready to turn over and go back to his slumber until he remembered just why he was so tired.

Or who made him so tired.

Sitting upright quickly, Yoongi looked down at the opposite side of his bed, surprised to see it empty. That vanished when he remembered you saying that you had to leave. Right.

How long was he out for? And why didn’t you wake him up?

Realizing there was no point in mulling it over, he sighed and stretched his arms up, wincing at the slight ache that came with it. Maybe a hot shower would help. Throwing the covers off, Yoongi stood and started heading to the door, only for his foot to catch on something on the floor. Frowning, he looked and reached down to pick the item up, eyes widening at the panties in his grasp. At least, what used to be panties.

Even though a part of him felt smug about it, his cheeks warmed at how far he had gone last night. He never got that rough in bed with previous partners but you were a special exception. Hopefully you weren’t bullshitting him when you said you were okay with the way he treated you. 

Tossing the fabric onto his bed, he made his way to his bathroom to take a much-needed shower. Once he finished, Yoongi realized that his front door was probably still unlocked. Trudging to it, he grumbled as he did the locks back up, glad that no burglar decided to target his place. He was about to head back to bed until he noticed one of his notepads sitting in the middle of the coffee table. He tilted his head as he saw writing on it.

Picking it up, he scanned over the words.

Hey Yoongi (Suga, sugar baby, etc.),

Thanks for last night, can’t remember the last time I got taken to dinner and then fucked like that lol. And thanks for letting me use your shower, it’s 10x better than my shitty one at home, you gotta tell me what kind of showerhead you’ve got. P:

Hope you slept well, was gonna wake you up but you looked so cute (for once) :D see you around in the underground but if you change your mind and want more:

xx-xxx-xxxx

Y/N (rookie, slut, etc.) <3

Yoongi stared down at the paper for a good minute before he started laughing, shoulders shaking in mirth. 

Looks like this was the start of an interesting affair.

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