#about who ig i'm not as fussed about

[touchlikethesun]

k.o.

[diredeliverance]

I have One Thing Only and that is angels. A demigod can be like an angel, maybe. The mood of this wound up almost the polar opposite of my original idea.

I like the line art better than either color version, so it's under the crop.

The sketch went through about a dozen changes to both expressions and face positions, and in the end I'm still not really satisfied even if I like how Asperia came out.

[purplesannnieee]

Hi! Mine if I request? Can you do Reader who lost a bet and had to dress up as a dog? She has a cute and but flimsy maid outfit with the doggy ears and tail. I want this to be NSFW if you can, or you can make it where Jin likes it and he ends up demanding her to do a bunch of chores in his room. I choose a dog maid for her because dogs are known to be loyal and listens easily to their masters/owners.

Good luck with college though! I’m sure you’ll do great ❤️

Wolf Girl and Black Prince

18+, DO NOT INTERACT MINORS

A/n: yk what's crazy? the fact that someone I'm friends with literally is doing art of Jin with a dog leash, so I'm so on board with writing this 😭 (ALSO THANK YOU, I'LL BE NEEDING IT :D), also, if ya'll get the title reference, ifykyk ;), as it turns out, I think I just struggle with writing smut (considering that this is my first time writing one), 2.3k words, I gave up on why tumblr is formatting the images weird

summary: who the fuck told you this was going to be a good idea? it didn't help the fact that jin called you a servant. and yet, you had way too much confidence into making a bet with him, where if he didn't had to intervene in the next mission, he would no longer call you a servant. unfortunately, you lost, leading you to being a dog maid, while the tension between you and jin has rather...increased higher than usual warnings: this isn't in order, despite of the title, I promise you this isn't toxic (aka no angst!!), erm, a bit of bdsm? jin's a kinky mfer, i'm not going to make jin command reader to bark lol (it's funny tho), that mf's the type to do orgasm deny, and then fucking make you cum multiple times, creampie (please make sure to wrap it and use contraception :D, safe sex ya'll), idk why, he seems like the spanking type, that shithead degrades you, he'll call you names like, "my queen" (how romantic while you get fucked), aftercare king, I feel like this is going to be a bit messy, OH, mf's definitely a pussy sucker, mf's so fucking rough, oh yeah, that mf has a dick piercing too (it's canon), jin asks reader to light his cigarette in a rather intimate way (ifykyk), reverse prince albert(?) and standard ampallang(?), your writer was in fact sleepy asf when she asked this to her friend when asking what type of piercings Jin has 😭, I'm gonna be silly and let's just say Jin's revoking reader's v card, ig in this vers, reader's mc, but with ✨personality✨, SIZE KINK

Stupid fucking Jin. If you weren't walking around eggshells by now, you sure fucking failed at it. The two of you had recently made a bet, that if you were to succeed in your current mission without any intervention from him, then he would no longer call you a servant. Compared to if he did intervene, he would win, and you would have to do whatever he asked for a week without the intervention of Tohma. God, you were way too naive, as you were close to finishing, before fucking Jin intervened. While you did catch the anomaly…, that motherfucker gave you a smirk for only you to see, before walking away. What made it worse was that Tohma wouldn't be able to help you at all; so really, you were screwed.

Before you knew it, you were at your room for a moment, before hearing it rang. Picking it up, you groaned at the name, realizing that Jin was calling you. Not wanting to make a fuss about it, you sighed, before answering. "Good, you answered," he said, as you swore you could see him smirking, even despite not being in the same room. "In five minutes, meet me in my room, and make sure to knock five times," he added, before hanging up. You moved your phone away, baffled, before flopping onto your pillow, screaming into it. What the genuine fuck? You sighed, as you frowned, before walking out of your room and going to Jin's room. Arriving there, you knocked on the door five times, before hearing him say "Come in."

"You're fucking early," he gruffed from the same fucking couch he normally laid on. You could smell the hint of that rich classy ass cigarette he smoked on a basis. "Well, might as well get this over," you said, looking at his figure. You watched his arm move, and before you knew it, you could see him throw something at you, gasping, as you had to move forward to grab it. Looking at it, you noticed that it was a box, perhaps with something in there. "You have a minute to change into it," Jin said, as your eye twitched, being more annoyed. "You've got to be--," "Bianerus." Seriously? What the fuck Jin? "Change, now."

Almost immediately, your body reacted, as you started to take off your uniform. You frowned, as you would've preferred having your uniform on. Regardless, after leaving you to just your garments, you opened the box, only to turn red. It was…a fucking maid outfit? And dog ears too? Normally, you would've yelled at Jin, however, because he had to use his stigma, instead-- you changed into the rather flimsy maid uniform, along with putting the dog ear headband on. This almost reminded you of that anonymous dress you were sent (though you were sure it was Jin who sent it). The measurements were too accurate, granted, the uniform was a bit tighter around your curves.

"Wake me up when the paperwork's been organized," Jin said (practically ordered) before returning to sleep. You couldn't help but want to curse him out. However, instead, you looked towards the amount of paperwork, as you frowned, before sighing. You truly were going to regret this. What made it worse was that you probably wouldn't get any new missions, so this was a bad situation for you. You couldn't help but groan, as you started organizing the papers. You truly wondered how Tohma managed to deal with him sometimes. And yet, regardless, you continued.

Well, despite being mostly done with it. You were tired, way more than you would've preferred. "Fuck me," you muttered to yourself, at this point, annoyed. And well, despite how pissed off you were in the situation you were currently dealing with, part of you did care about Jin. Even with whatever potential weird fetish of his, sure, you might've complained a few times, but you were willing for him. Just him only. Unfortunately for you, while you were in deep thinking, you hadn't noticed Jin wake up and walk behind you, before hugging you.

"Jin!?" You became surprised, as you could feel his body being…surprisingly a bit warm compared to the dorms. However, that didn't help the fact that your face became flustered. Slowly, you could feel his hand tangle with your hand. While you weren't sure of what to make of this, this was rather--

"Bianerus." Jin used his stigma, as your body jolted against his. What did he want now? "Do you really want me to fuck you?" He whispered in your ear, his mouth close to yours. You couldn't help but shiver, your pussy clenching against nothing, before you said it. "Yes." Okay yeah no, you really were fucked. The two of you stood for a few minutes before you could feel him suddenly pick you up, as you were now carried again. Just like the last mission, he was holding you like his bride out of all things.

"W-Wait!" You yelled, flustered, and before you knew it, you were placed on the bed, before hearing another command of his. "On your knees," he said, without using his stigma. And yet, you still listened to him, getting on your knees and elbows, before he hummed. You could hear his steps farther away from you, as he seemed to grab something. Before long, you gasped, as you were immediately flipped onto your back, as Jin tied your wrists with one of your ties. You couldn't help but stay quiet, unsure what he would do now. You watched Jin disappear for a moment, before feeling your legs split apart. "What are you doing--," "Shut up," Jin said, as before you knew it, you gasped, as you could feel something warm and wet on your underwear. Before you could say anything, you let out a moan, as you could feel Jin sucking through your underwear, as his hands gripped your thighs tightly.

You tried to close your legs, as a mix of embarrassment and pleasure rose. However, Jin was firm with you keeping them open. "Don't you dare," he muttered between his laps, as you could feel your pussy clenching over nothing. "Jin….! You fucker…!" You whined, your hands writhed against the tie. He stopped momentarily, only to look up at you, smirking. "That's what I intend on doing," he teased, before moving your underwear onto the side. "I'm going to make you fucking beg me to fuck you until you cry," he said, before letting out a chuckle, noticing how you were reacting. "Such a pretty cunt…" Jin mumbled to himself, as he gave it a kiss, before lapping it. You couldn't help but moan, as you wanted to move, yet you knew if you did, he would probably command you to stop doing so.

You were too embarrassed to moan, the pleasure that coursed your body was too much. Your legs still trembled regardless, as you bit down your lip, though not enough to leave any blood. And yet, Jin stopped momentarily, as he moved up, holding your hand with his. "My room's fuckin' soundproof, so stop holding those pretty moans of yours back. Be loud as you can, my queen," he said, before looking at the uniform (that he totally forgot he told you to put on), his hands instantly ripping it. "I'll make sure to find a tailor later...," he muttered, though too quiet for you to catch what he said.

You couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as Jin ended up going back to sucking on your pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck— please...!" You let out a whine, throwing your head back against the pillow (funny enough, your headband fell off), as you desperately moved your body closer to his face. And yet, Jin suddenly stopped when you were getting close to your high, as you panted. "Why the fuck did you—," "Now I have to punish you," Jin let out a tsk, as he pulled your body toward his, while he sat up. To your realization, he placed you on his lap, your ass out. Goddamnit.

"Count," he said, and before you knew it, you gasped, as he slapped your ass. "One," you muttered, before receiving another. "Louder," he muttered, slapping it again before he gave you another chance. "Fuck—ONE!" You yelled as Jin smoothed over your lower cheeks, before slapping it again. "TWO!" You screamed as he continued until he reached ten. By then, your ass was red, your eyes tearing up, and yet, you enjoyed it? "So fuckin' wet..., are you into being spanked?" Jin teased, as two of his fingers spread your folds, as you were too stimulated to try and close your legs. "Jin...," you whined, as he hummed. "Wanna get fucked, please...!" That was probably the last thing you consciously remembered before you overdid yourself.

Next thing you knew, your back was back on the bed, as your binded wrists were above your head. You watched as Jin pulled his necktie off, stripping the rest of whatever clothes he had on the top off. His hands trailed down to the edge of his pants, unzipping them, as you noticed how hard he already was from his boxers. You could feel yourself clenching again, as he smirked at you. "Seems like my dear queen can't take her eyes off me," he teased, his hands slowly taking off his boxers, his cock sprung to his stomach. The only thought to yourself was, 'Oh my God, that's a big fucking dick with piercings!'

Of course, you were too focused on Jin's cock to notice your legs being moved onto his shoulders, only for the sudden surge of embarrassment to rise. "Wait! Please...be gentle?" You asked, though while you weren't planning on telling him, he would become your first. Jin looked at you for a moment, before he started rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "Only because you asked," he agreed, as the both of you could hear the lewd sounds your wet folds and his tip were making. "As long as you keep your eyes on me," he said, as he didn't give you a chance to respond, slowly thrusting his cock in, splitting you whole.

Your body tensed, trying to comprehend the fact that you were being penetrated right now. While you didn't feel much pain, you felt rather...stuffed. "Ya, tryin' to keep me inside of you forever...?" Jin groaned as he could feel your gummy walls clinging to his cock. "It's...not my fuckin' fault you're so big!" You whined, your hands desperate to at least hold on to something. You could feel how warm his hands were, as they caressed your body, before undoing the tie, your hands being free. Your hands immediately grasped his, as they intertwined. Thankfully, despite Jin struggling, he was patiently waiting for you. It took a few minutes, as while you hadn't noticed, he was only partially inside of you, and while he did want to ruin you; Jin would never forgive himself if you ever got hurt.

A few minutes passed by, as you slowly adjusted to his size. Jin did his best to stay still for your own sake, only to let out a groan, feeling yourself moving slowly. "Jin~!" You let out a whine, as his gaze softened. "Kiss me, please?" Without a second to waste, his lips immediately pressed against yours, as he gently bit your lip, asking your permission. You let your mouth open, granting him access to it, his tongue exploring yours. You could still taste a hint of your own juices, as you let out a moan. The way he was kissing you was surprisingly sweet, and definitely hungry (not like he wasn't sucking your pussy like a starved man just a few minutes ago).

Slowly, Jin started to thrust into you, experimenting with where your sweet spots were. Granted, the position you were in definitely helped him. Your moans sounded so sweet to him, he almost wanted to keep you like this for a while. But for now? He would make you a pretty mess— all for him. "Fuck! Jin…please…!" How your wanton moans sounded like music, and Jin would be the only one who would be able to listen to such beautiful sounds. It felt better, as you were feeling so good, and he knew you were feeling perhaps more pleasure than he was having now.

"Fuck it," Jin muttered to himself, as you were too dumbed to understand what he said. All you knew was that he slowly pulled out until the only thing that was in was the tip, before thrusting sharply. You let out a gasp, as Jin soon enough started to thrust at a fastened pace, your walls clenching from the sudden movement, and your hand's grip tightened around his hands. Before you knew it, you could feel a knot forming, as you broke the kiss, panting. "Fuck fuck fuck— I feel something weird…!" You whined as Jin chuckled. "Go on, cum my pretty slut," he groaned, as before you knew it, you felt yourself climaxing, your body trembling from orgasming.

The thing was? Jin quite wasn't done. "Don't hold it back, my queen," he said, slowing down a bit to let you recover before fastening his pace again. You let out a mix of moans and whines, as Jin's cock began hitting your cervix; which led to you orgasming more. Before you knew it, Jin's pace became irrational, as he was trying to thrust as possible as he could. "Fuck— gonna cum in ya and let you have my kids," he groaned, as you teared up from how overstimulated you were. It didn't take long before you came one last time, as Jin filled you up; you felt so warm and full, as Jin let go of your legs, before hugging you. "I love you," he muttered, as you simply hummed in response, before kissing him back. "Love ya too," you muttered, before poking him. "I'm never going to wear whatever the fuck that was that you told me to put on though." After that, Jin did not accept any advice about you from Tohma.

[puckpocketed]

i am watching all of twitter freak out over macklini grabbing cooley and flipping him to the ground like "oh my god the baby is fighting!!! why is he fighting!!!" and I am just sitting there like. yes. of course he would be! for you see, he is Goon (lovingly) (thinking about when he reportedly was going at it with his captain in a BU practice after possibly concussing one of his teammates in practice) (just macklin things ig)

like I know some 1oas (bedard, jhughes) are built like a twig and fall over at a stiff breeze but I promise you celebrini plays physical. in fact he is probably now begging goonwag luke kunin to teach him how to scrap so he can be the best at that too

incredible message to wake up to. good morning stereax beloved <3

I'm gonna need a citation for Macklin going at it with McCarthy (are you saying Mack was the one who possibly concussed a guy.??) because if true that is certifiably.... yeah. klajsdkljaskl [EDIT: citation acquired for mixing it up with McCarthy.] and I genuinely got no clue about jhughes but afaik Bedard is actually kind of a small tank? small, but a tank! (<- all me being pedantic)

fun fact you can go back in time on this blog and see my eyes bugging out as I liveblog a BU match where Macklini runs a guy into the boards LMAO. I'm a believer that he's a subsistence goon, by the by... I think he's proven he can play a hard but clean game so far in the NHL and he's only really gonna get mixed up if someone goes at him or a teammate, as was the case last night.

in any case i am hardly a scholar, i really did just watch a few matches and do some light reading for a primer (at the time we hadn't won the draft lottery yet so he was sorta just an honourable mention slide) @wheelsnipecelebrini would probably be able to weigh in on his college career better than me <3

re: the fuss about it on socmed... there's probably something to be said here about the whole "he's a baby" thing. idk if im the one to talk to about it at length. it IS inchresting to me the way people will take his youth and sorta run with it as a defining trait (and all the extra tags that go along with youth: softness, innocence, etc.) some kinda flanderisation effect going on here...?

[lovely-p-issues]

I have this fanfiction idea for times when my English will become acceptable: (it was in my drafts for months and tbh if I didn't post it today like this, with mistakes and stupid parts, I wouldn't have posted it at all, so, sorry ig)

Book 1: The war

How it all started

Let's make Azulon not madly-evil, but just regular-size-evil: he didn't plan to kill Zuko, because it's a stupid idea to get rid of your possible heir, he just wanted to take a son from Ozai - so he decided to make Zuko Iroh's heir, de facto making him Iroh's son (let's not focus on formality, just assume that you can switch your fathers if you are highborn enough)

(Zuko's life isn't in danger, so Ursa doesn't kill Azulon and he'll be ruling at least to the end of that book)

It may seem a great idea (especially in comparison with killing Zuko) but we can't forget that Iroh just lost a son and is still in grief, absolutely not ready to take care of another kid. He still needs to learn how to find a new path and calm his spirit and now he needs to do it with Zuko around him.

Iroh decides to take Zuko with him for his journey - Azulon approves this, seeing his son (and heir) needs to learn how to live after losing Lu Ten and thinking that Iroh may finally teach Zuko some actual fire bending

"I do not want to want to leave, Azula. I'm sorry, little sister."

"Whatever, Zuzu. At least you won't be distracting me from my lessons. Finally, something good comes from this whole fuss around you."

(In fact, she's not happy. Not at all)

______

At this point, Iroh is not yet the nice old man you know from ATLA. He's a broken man, trying to find a purpose in his life, triggered by Zuko's alikeness to Lu Ten and tired of being imposed on things like taking care of a teenager.

He's not Ozai, he's not cruel or even just bad, he just can't force himself to care.

They don't really talk, only sometimes to establish a plan for their further journey. The worst moments are when Iroh calls Zuko Lu Ten's name and then suddenly stops, looking at him in shock. After that kind of incidents, they stay silent for days.

Zuko starts to blame himself for being, well, alive, when his much better cousin is dead. He convinces himself it would be better if he died and Lu Ten lived.

Zuko spends most of his time alone. He hates making Iroh sad and upset so he chooses to stay away. He doesn't know what this all thing with White Lotus, he just likes the idea of his uncle/formal-dad having friends.

Yet, they travel all around the world and for the first time in his life Zuko sees what sharing progress and civilization by Fire Nation looks like. And he doesn't like that.

He's still loyal to his family, so he doesn't believe that his grandfather knows what is happening.

He decides that he needs to make a proper report (soul of writer, ya know).

He makes notes and talks with people, even if he hates how awkward it is. He believes that it's necessary to help them.

I think it's a wonderful idea to see Zuko interviewing - I mean, investigating-

Zuko's raport list - random traders complaining about the difficulty of staying afloat, - migrants who are fleeing war or have lost their homes to fighting, prisoners of war (this doesn't go down too well, thank goodness Zuko is still a kid and his passion seems adorable so no one kills him), - strange ladies in nice outfits who are paid by horrible men for no one knows what, - malnourished scarred soldiers of the Fire Nation, - children of the Earth Kingdom who teach him their stupid game (once he understood the rules, it wasn't THAT stupid, but still), - crazy old ladies, who won't stop pinching his cheeks, - a young girl with a scar on her face who didn't want to tell him much, but Zuko knew what accidental burns looked like and this wasn't one of them, - a group of artists whose theatre burned down after they refused to perform plays approved by the Fire Nation authorities, - a mother who asks him if he knows what happened to her son who was an earth bender and one day. .. just didn't come home

But we all know that Zuko always prefered to act than think. Pretty often Sometimes he disappears for a night. With him disappears an old, theatre mask.

Son came home and left with his mom. Someone left some gold for the soldiers to buy food. Someone bought the most useless things from traders. Someone left burn ointment made by someone who must have grown up surrounded by fire, on the doorstep of the poor girl. And many other, strange things happened.

Of course no one suspects anything or anyone. Trust me. Not a single soul.

______

Zuko is still training but can't even be angry enough to make a big fire. He's just frustrated and that makes him choke with smoke more than anything.

But with every other day, he feels worse. He gets letters from Azula who started to receive more attention from their mother since Zuko was away. When Ozai's influence is limited, she becomes a little more normal. She's still sharp as a knife and dangerous, but feeling loved by both her parents (even if Oazi is more focused on trying to control her and transform her into a weapon) decreases her psychopathic behaviour.

"Mom asked me to take care of your stupid turtle ducks, dum dum"

She thinks he will be happy hearing that she spends time with their mom, and Zuko, honestly, is happy. It's just-

"Am I even still her son since I'm Uncle Iroh's heir?"

-where is his place now?

For the first time in days, he feels an actual rage. And just like this, his fire bending becomes hundreds of times better, even unhinged and dangerous.

Iroh sees this while coming back from meditation (or whatever) and in a second feels that something is wrong.

He reaches out to Zuko, offering him some advice and lessons, but Zuko, a 13-year-old, harmfully lonely and practically neglected at this point prince, can't hold back anymore:

"YOU WANT TO TEACH ME AFTER MONTHS OF IGNORING ME? YOU'RE JUST LIKE FATHER, HE LOOKS AT US ONLY WHEN WE ARE ABOVE EVERYONE ELSE! WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME WHEN I COULD NOT HOLD A LITTLE FLAME IN MY HANDS? I DON'T NEED YOUR STUPID ADVICE NOW! YOU WEREN'T THAT WISE WHEN YOU LOST BA SING SE AND GOT LU TEN KILLED"

Iroh sters at him calmly for a few seconds.

"You are right. I wasn't. I'm trying to do better. If you change your mind about training, you know where to find me."

Zuko comes to his Uncle by night.

They don't really train. They drink tea instead.

And it becomes a habit.

After a few days, they start to actually train.

They need to breathe a lot. It's too much for Zuko, but Iroh is rather stubborn about this one.

After a few weeks, for the first time in his life, Zuko feels that fire bending is soothing and just pleasant. It feels like home.

It can't last forever. Of course.

______

They stayed for a long time in the Earth Kingdom. One day Zuko sees Ba Sing Se and vast fields of previous battles, trampled, dry land and piles of burnt bodies.

It's not the work of some mad general or bunch of scared soldiers fighting for their lives. It's his chubby nice tea-loving uncle's work. This is not an accident, an accidental casualty of war. They are the pride of the Fire Nation. This is their honour. This is their civilisation and progress.

That's what his family is doing to the world. Purposely.

Something is breaking inside him. Thoughts of mourning for Lu Ten. No one has ever mentioned all those bodies, the people who died here too. His uncle, his good uncle, his father, the pride of his Nation, only cried over his son. He never even hesitated to burn to a crisp anyone who defended his home. Against them.

Zuko isn't very smart, as we know. He screams a lot at Iroh. And then he leaves.

He thinks to himself, that Lu Ten, who actually fought in those battles would understand that it was wrong. But Lu Ten would also know what to do about it.

He wanders for days, trying to avoid people, untill

He crushes into something.

"Why are you running, flame-boy? Your pants are on fire?" *wild laugh*

And this is how Prince Zuko met Lady Toph Beifong.

[fadelbison]

I'll need elaboration on the first being jealous over book thing

by god who are you people and why weren't you born with the knowledge of first's hat meltdown on live for Only Friends Premiere. I am super scattered so I could only find this one video of it and that too from my twitter fk conspiracy theorist friend who wishes to remain anon so I will be creditting her as FK chatgpt from now on. The link will lead you to something gay enough as it is.

But you have to understand how I experienced it which is with my own two eyeballs as they livestreamed it unsubbed. Please imagine my confusion as I was watching First having some kind of meltdown over hats on this live. No, I do not know what the word for hats is in Thai. Yes, I could still tell it was about hats.

Because he kept changing it and fussing with it. Like they will have fully moved on from the topic and First will come back to the hat!!!! It wasn't until several hours later that I found out that it was because Khaotung said Book looked cute in his hat that First wanted to find a hat that Khaotung would also compliment him in.

I don't even remember things get buried in twitter so fast. But I am fairly certain that it wasn't even an offhand compliment. They were talking about hats! iirc the guys were in fact making fun of khaotung for wearing a hat inside. Or first and khaotung were wearing hats and the rest were making fun of them??? ideeek but somehow everyone got around to putting on hats. That's why Force has the bunny filter on.

I'm also pretty sure Khaotung told first that he looked cute in the hat after but for some reason it wasn't sincere enough for First??? And he changed hats three times. i know lives are like freestyle and what not but this is one they decided to do in anticipaction of a series premiere where you're generally supposed to stay on the vicinity of the show i seriously doubt this was a scripted thing for fanservice. Especially since First watches his series with Khaotung is a fully established ritual of his. i dont know anything anymore so tl;dr first had a meltdown over hats on ig live because khaotung who is fully inside firsts house said book kasidet looked cute in a hat do with this information what you will

[babybucks]

there's something about how eddie hanging out with tommy could be a parallel to how he chose to go with marjan during the 911 ls crossover...

like: they're in texas, buck keeps staring at marjan aka this super cool and famous firefighter, and eddie can't keep buck's attention off her long enough to pay attention to him. so the first chance he gets, he goes with marjan, even if it meant not partnering with buck.

i have my personal headcanons about that whole thing, so i always thought it was jealous!eddie scoping out the new object of buck's attention, with the bonus of buck not getting to spend time with that person. in the meantime, he gets into her instagram to see what the fuss is about and *subtly* drops that yeah me and buck are coparenting a child and he built my kid a skateboard actually. at the end of that trip, he's friendly to marjan and even asks her to follow buck back on ig (bc he doesn't think she'll be a threat anymore)

so maybe eddie notices that there was something between buck and tommy during the cruise rescue and decides to put a stop to it immediately by putting himself in the middle. and ofc buck gets bothered (and bewildered) that eddie's choosing not to spend time with him, choosing to spend time with this other person, even when buck was the one who thought that person was cool in the first place.

anw i have jealous!eddie on my bingo card so i'm def biased about how i want this episode to go

[ciwzing]

childe as your bf (smau / fem! reader)

bf childe who's so fucking insufferable but god does he treat you so good

gf reader who just wants to be treated good and bf childe who treats you more than good, giving you the princess treatment and everything.

bf childe who doesn't fail to spoil you and pay for anything if it involves you and sweet pretty you who doesn't fail to complain.

"Ajax if you keep this up people would think I'm only with you for your money"

"Well I have the money for it can't blame you priness" He finds it nothing more than amusing when you make such a big fuss about what other people think it's cute how you care about what others says when in fact he couldn't give a single shit, so what if you're using him just for his money atleast you can make a use of him 😽

Some may call him a simp or down bad but he doesn't take offense to it, though he prefers calling it him being devoted to you.

bf childe who always post your pictures on all his socials with the cheesiest and sappy captions known to man.

bf childe who's your also personal photographer, the first thing he does when there's a beautiful view or lightning is to fetch his phone and take a picture of you doesn't matter if you're unaware of the camera focused on you, hell he thinks candid photos is better because it really captures the moments.

bf childe that always have a seperate calendar to take notes on the flowers he gives you to know when the flowers wilt just for him to give you another set of expensive flowers

bf childe that teases you for being eager and impatient when the both of you guys kissed when in fact he's the eager one.

"so aggressive princess, you want me that bad?"

"shut up and keep kissing me"

bf childe who keeps chasing your lips when you pull away from the kiss, his eyes painted with love still in dazed from the kiss the both of you shared.

bf childe that only grinned cockily when other men approach you thinking they have a chance just for them to be shut down when he gave you a lingering kiss on the side of your neck and lead you to walk pass by them with an arm around your waist, not forgetting to purposely bumped his shoulder to the guy and let out a snicker just to add a little bit of salt on the wound, not uttering a single word when his distaste is enough

just bf childe that's a menace to everyone except for his pretty spoiled princess.

✉️ Notes: i may or may not got carried away 🤭 someone requested this but ig Tumblr deleted their ask😭 (send an ask or comment here if you want to be added with this type of posts of mine)

[queermentaldisaster]

“The Hunt Is My Muse”

Holy fucking shit y'all, it's been a while since I've updated this fic. Finally managed to finish this chapter, so here you go! I don't remember if there was a tag list or not so uh...woe be upon ye ig, lol. Enjoy!

“Thank you for letting us use your interrogation room, Alejandro.” Price thanked him, as Soap kept Graves moving forward, Ghost at his side, in panther form.

Graves stayed quiet, even as Alejandro shot him a glare, before speaking to Price. “It’s no problem. You all are a part of this force as far as we are concerned,” Alejandro said, with a soft smile. “Mi casa es tu casa. It means that my home is your home.”

Price smiled. “Gracias, Alejandro.”

Soap pushed Graves into the interrogation room, Ghost following behind. Graves went to the chair without a single fuss, sitting down and letting Soap restrain him. Soap’s eyes narrowed. ‘Suspicious.’ He thought, before grabbing Graves’ chin. “Where’s all yer fight, ye bawbag?” Soap demanded. Ghost tilted his head, watching Graves closely.

Graves looked Soap in the eyes, his face expressionless. He didn’t say a word, which only raised Soap’s suspicions. Ghost let out a low growl, stepping closer, his tail lashing. Price stepped in, crossing his arms. “What’s going on, Soap?” The older man asked, and Soap looked back at Price.

“He’s doin’ nothin’. Nae dout he’s up tae somethin’.” Soap spat, his eyes narrowed further. He let go of Graves’ chin, stepping back. Graves let his head hang low, visibly refusing to do anything but sit there. Ghost snarled, just as Gaz entered the room who let out a sharp breath, his nostrils flaring.

“Alright, everyone out, I need to work.” Gaz ordered, and Soap nodded, leaving with Ghost and Price.

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Gaz came out about an hour later, sitting on the couch in the lounge, right next to Roach, who was rambling to Ghost and Soap. Soap looked up. “Any luck?” He asked.

Gaz shook his head. “Not exactly. He told me what we already knew, but nothing more.” He grumped, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Soap hummed, idly picking at a scab on his arm.

“Hm. He's bein’ too cooperative.” He muttered, mostly to himself as he stared into the distance. “I cannae tell if he's daft or suicidal.”

Ghost chuffed and put a paw on Soap's hand, drawing him back to reality. He looked down at the panther and used his free hand to scratch behind his ears. “Och, ah dinnae ken if it matters either. He's no’ goin’ free.”

Gaz hummed, tapping his fingers on the holster of his gun. “Not sure it's either of those.” He murmured, causing the others to look at him with confusion. Gaz shrugged, looking directly at Soap. “He mentioned something in passing as I was leaving. Something about how he just wanted to keep what he'd managed to build.”

Roach arched an eyebrow. “Shepherd threatened to destroy his life?” Gaz shrugged again and Ghost's ears flicked in irritation from the repeated tapping on the holster.

Soap slipped Gaz a pen to twirl as the other man began speaking. “Maybe. But I'm not so sure that it's that simple. I'ma talk to Price, see if he and Laswell can dig up Graves’ files. We're missing a piece here.”

Ghost growled, displeased with what Gaz was implying. Gaz looked at him with a sigh. “I know, you want him six feet under, but he could have extra information we need and I need to know where to push to get that information.”

Soap scratched Ghost's head, nodding at Gaz. “Aye, we can understand that. We're nae goin’ tae be happy about it though.”

[squishybin]

TXT AS DADS

How I envision TXT as fathers.

YEONJUN

Yeonjun def is the flashy type of dad.

Would show up in expensive ass attire to his kid's parent-teacher conference.

Every teacher and parent has a big fat crush on him.

His children's friends would literally IDOLIZE him for how cool he looked.

100% would buy flashy clothes for his kids.

He would be in charge of dressing them up

Would buy all the versions of 'Just Dance' and gift it to his kids for Christmas.

Would 100% be more excited about playing it than his own kids are.

He would for sure blast music while making dinner.

Teach his kids how to rap and dance.

Would write a whole rap about you for mothers days and make his kid sing it while he does the background vocals lol.

SOOBIN

He would probably be the type to film and document EVERYTHING his kid does. (their first step, the first day of kindergarten, etc.)

Would lowkey be so overprotective of his child.

"No, you're too young"

"Dad I'm literally 16 years old."

Would probably read his kid's bedtime stories and not stop until they are at least 18 years old.

His rule is, ALWAYS TUCK HIS KIDS TO SLEEP and never miss a day.

He would also be so excited when a day like "take your kid to work day" happens.

He just wants his kids to be so proud of their dad and who he is.

He would honestly be the type to introduce his kid to each and everyone he knows, and praise his kid even when he does the bare minimum like idk, shaking hands with someone?

He would be so open about "awkward" conversations with his children and even prompt them to feel comfortable talking about said topics. (sexual orientation, sex, mental issues, body dysmorphia, etc.)

He would support his kids NO MATTER WHAT.

Oh, you went to jail? He would likely scold the fuck out of you but nonetheless help bail you out.

BEOMGYU

Beomgyu for sure would teach his kids (especially his son) how to make a girl/boy swoon.

It would be the worst mistake to send Beomgyu and your kids to the grocery store together.

They would completely disregard the list you made and would come out with bags of candy and toys.

Has a hard time saying no to his kids, and he admits to it.

Family game nights are a MUST in his household and it always ends up with him and one of your kids fighting over who won.

He would 100% teach his child how to play the guitar.

His children would have amazing music taste by default due to his impeccable taste in music.

Whenever ya'll go to the mall he always takes his children to the arcade.

He would for sure be more immersed in winning than his own kids are.

You would have to literally DRAG HIM OUT of the arcade because he's just too stubborn but ends up winning a giant teddy bear so it's okay ig.

Beomgyu would probably be the type to fall asleep while trying to put his own kid to bed.

Poor baby is exhausted and couldn't help but fall right asleep once he sat on the rocking chair :(

TAEHYUN

Taehyun would for sure be the type to help his child with homework or help them study for a quiz.

His patience level is out of this world.

He has such a soft spot for his kids so if his kid asks him for something he just HAS to get it.

Loves telling them that they look beautiful like their mother.

He'd honestly be the calm type of scolder, he wouldn't yell or make a big fuss, but will make sure his kids know what they did was wrong.

Finds it absolutely ADORABLE when his children ask for him or want to be around him.

100% would shed tears during fathers day because seeing his little children saying they love and appreciate him makes his heart melt.

He would be such a good person to talk to, so naturally, his kids feel extremely comfortable talking to him about anything.

He would for sure be the type to swing and throw his child in the air. (yk when dads do the little throw and catch, yeah well that.)

Taehyun would probably not know what to do when his daughter has her first boyfriend, he wouldn't be overprotective, but if someone hurts his precious daughter's heart, he will make sure the person responsible never sees the light of day again.

HUENING KAI

Kai would be the mushiest, cutest little baby when it came to his kids.

He's just so soft around his kids that it makes your heart melt.

He would be the best dad in the world, I literally cannot.

He would be SO DEDICATED to decorate his child's room with a shit ton of plushies and blankets.

You would sometimes find him and your kid fighting over who gets to sleep with the stuffed animal.

Kai would definitely yell something like "CHILDREN REMEMBER DADDY LOVES YOU ALL SO MUCH, HAVE A NICE DAY!!!" while dropping his kids off at school.

He would get so shy when his kids say they love him.

Lowkey cannot say no to his kids, if his kids want to eat ice cream for breakfast they get ice cream for breakfast.

Sometimes you scold him for doing everything their kids want but he can't help it, he just wants to make his kids happy.

Tries to be more strict but fails immediately when his kids start crying.

Def would be the type to take his kids to Disney World every summer or some shit like that.

Overall the softest dad in the whole entire universe.

[laguera25]

This fandom, I swear to God.

Over on Paul's latest IG post, someone named lifad_tour kicks up a fuss about the wrong kind of people being in the background of the photo. When pressed for specifics, we get these nuggets of brilliant fannish reasoning:

Yes, a bunch of sad obsessives who lurk on IG to stan the band are big mad that someone who is "mentally challenged" and obsessed got to be in a photo with Paul. I guess being obsessed is okay if you're not mentally challenged, though.

The whole thing is gross. Either the person in question is mentally challenged, and that fact is being lumped in with whatever misdeed they might have committed and used to disqualify them from being in a photo with their unchallenged betters(though from where I'm sitting, that's a dubious assertion, indeed), or they aren't, and it's being used as a cheap jab in itself.

Either spill the beans about what this person did that was so heinous as to merit exclusion from a photo, or STFU. This fandom has had more than enough drama the past few years.

And shove your ableism up your asses.

[mrs-monaghan]

Jikook also have the same exact pots & exact brand confirmed. So now what? The dishes TK have ARE NOT the same set. Same brand, but Tae's set is Fondaco & JK's set is Incanto. Both sets have been identified. The odds of ALL OF BTS members having the same brands in their house is high cause all the stuff they get sent for free. JK's has had his dishes since early 2022.

JK can't be stirring shit with Tkk when he actively debunks TK. That hickey was about as loud as you can get, cause that represents him cheating on Tae with Jimin and then he rubbed it in Tae's face, who was smiling the whole time. Me, I'm kicking one, while actively tearing the others hair out. I'm not smiling if you show up after a night of drunken gay shenanigans just the two of you alone and you get a sus hickey on your neck. I'm throat punching the hell out of you both. JK's thirst trap for JM's bday. Also not okay if JK is dating Tae. The 2 hour JM live watching old Jimin and Jikook clips, while talking about JM 2 hours straight, with his big in love heart eyes on full display, is ALSO NOT OKAY if JK is dating Tae. JK spending a couple holiday with JM confirmed and not Tae is not okay if JK is dating Tae. JK attending a premiere with his friend of 13 years & having drinks after and going home separately CONFIRMED. Is VERY OKAY AND NORMAL. Understand what counts as line crossing and what doesn't. Then the answer to who is really real becomes very evident and clear. No matter what Jikook define their relationship as, they fucking & been fucking for years. Sorry not sorry.

Anon, well put. Well fucking put 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Guys I woke up this morning and I honestly did not think we would be discussing utensils in order to determine what ship is real. Honestly, this shit is ludicrous. But if the vermin wanna say Tkk is real because they have the same plate then, well... 2 can play at that game. Ig

Jimin's pot

JK's pot

So can we all just conclude that this topic is ridiculous and just put this to bed? Because if we really wanna get into it, there is a million reasons as to why Tkk could have matching bowls.

Option 1) V doesn't cook so for all we know all this could be catering. Or his friends could have brought the food and the dishes

Option 2) V's table 👆🏽 has alot of RANDOM plates but V only has that one bowl.

Meanwhile Jk has a matching set. So,

How do we know during one of ot7 visits, JK didn't cook everyone food and V took away some in one of JK's matching bowls?

Option 3) When they all moved out from the dorm, someone may have gifted all members bowls. Like anon mentioned above, they get shit for free all the time. Or, a member could have gifted others these bowls

Option 4) Tannies went to see JK, brought food with them and JK kept their plates. All their plates. Not just V's.

Option 5) JK visited V and stole his plates. Or took some food with him in V's plate.

Or option 6) Like an anon earlier mentioned, almost everything in JK's house is from Hybe. Who's to say that doesn't include utensils??

Option 7) According to anon, Isn't even the same damn plate. Something about Fodaco Vs Incanto 🤷🏽‍♀️

I bring up all the above reasons because it's preposterous how much weight is being put on a single plate. I'm not saying Jkkrs don't look at pans and bowls, that would be hypocritical. I'm just saying when we found out Jikook have the pan we didn't fuss about it this damn much. We have bigger things to fuss about. So maybe y'all should be asking yourselves why one single plate means so damn much.

In conclusion:

That hickey was about as loud as you can get, cause that represents him cheating on Tae with Jimin, and then he rubbed it in Tae's face, who was smiling the whole time.

[pillow-talk-and-sleepy-cuddles]

I don't even know what to ask about or for. What's on your mind Rowan? Drop the thoughts.

omg... hi lumi.

what i'm thinking of rn? ooh... sex store and omegaverse aus. specifically the smut part of them.

in the sex store au: grian tuning into his first live show of scar's out of curiousity. he thought scar was pretty adamant that he tune in when he came into the store earlier, so who was he to deny his offer to watch him later? he may not be into sex, but he could get behind seeing a man make a fool of himself for money for a few minutes he supposed. he would just stay for a few minutes and then leave. then he actually starts watching and oh. wait, scar was handsome. how did Grian not relaize that earlier? he didn't know but he sure did notice now. oh and look at those abs, the way they flexed as he moved. grian wasn't even paying attention to what scar was doing to himself anymore, instead focused on those strong arms and abs. he couldn't see his face, it wasn't in frame(probably to keep random weirdos from approaching him on the street and doing whatever they did to cam stars), but he mulled over the vision of what it did look like earlier that day in his head as he sat on his bed looking intensely at his phone.

in the omegaverse au: grian's presentation suppressants run out. after being on them for over a decade, he knows he's about to go into a super bad heat. he doesn't have much time to prepare for it and he knows this. he hastily gets today enough food and water to last him during his heat as his head slowly gets fuzzier and his skin starts to get warmer. by the time everything is ready and he's sent out a message that he's sick and he doesn't want anyone to come over and help him to try to deter all his servermates to at least try to keep his heat a secret(despite the fact that he knows if anyone gets even remotely close to his base they'll know he's in heat), he's throwing off his clothes with frustration as he jumps into his nest(he's an avian so he has one) and fusses with it until it's just right, nice and pretty for any potential mates who may be interested in him. in his last moments of full awareness he fumbles around as he looks for the toys that he knew were scatter around his nest from all those lonely nights. he finds them fairly quickly and succumbs to his heat as he thrusts his fingers in and out of his wet, pliant hole, preparing himself for a dildo(just to hold him over until a mate found him, his brain would tell itself to keep him calmer).

enter scar.

fdjslkfjsdlkjf that actually didn't end up being too smutty but whatever take it or leave it ig LOL.

[remyfire]

34, 35 and 12 caught my eye but I cannot decide who I want them for so ig whatever pairing (or poly group ) is giving u the biggest brain rot rn but bonus if it includes radar or trapper bc i am intrigued by how u write radar and i am slightly feral about the feelings trapper induces in me

Hi anon, you unlocked something in me when I read this ask, so I went for total broke and now there is radartraphawk. I really hope that's okay!! As a bonus, I have included Every Kiss. Also it's 3k and a bit angsty. I hope that's also okay. Okay no more stalling, here you go. Kiss Roulette (12) A kiss along the collar bone, (34) a kiss after a bite, (35) a kiss against a wall [AO3 crosspost]

It's certainly not the first time they've tussled and it absolutely won't be the last, but there is something particularly wild in Hawk today, and John has a feeling that it's got something to do with the wide-eyed company clerk perched anxiously on the edge of Hawkeye's cot. "Will you fuckin'—" When John's leg clips the stove and sends the empty coffee pot clanging across the floor, he grits his teeth and tightens his grip on Hawk's arms. "Will you settle the fuck down?"

"How 'bout you let me go first?" Hawkeye spits back. He'd started by straining to get free of John's hold but now he's gotten damn squirrelly, trying to turn the tide instead.

"How 'bout you stop being a little shit?"

They twist and squabble. Hawk's hip slams against the poker table. John almost goes tumbling and Radar throws his hands out just in time to push him back to his feet. It's like being in college again, surrounded by nothing but football players who didn't wanna admit they were sucking each other off in the locker room when all the lights went down and everybody else went home. He gets it. He played that game too for a hell of a lot longer than he should've. But why Hawkeye fucking Pierce is so pissed at him about what John just offered, he has no idea, because this guy's gotta be responsible for at least a million sexuality crises alone. He can barely keep his hand out of pants—any pants, his own or John's or a nurse's, probably everybody who's ever been on R&R in Seoul for the past year. Where the hell does he get off causing such a fuss?

"C-Captain." Radar's small voice comes from behind him. "I should probably just—"

John finally, finally slams Hawkeye against the locked door. He gets one moment of peace, both of them panting and glaring at each other with sweat gleaming on their foreheads, before Hawk starts up again.

"Would you sirs stop?!" Radar's louder now, piercing.

It's Boston instinct, really, that has John trying to get his forearm against Hawk's throat, and not even hard enough to do damage to his windpipe, but the moment Hawk's eyes bulge in shock, John pulls back just enough so there's no contact with his neck. "Sorry," he murmurs, chest burning with guilt. His forearm stings like he hit him with it. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Hawk—"

Hawkeye then twists his neck and bites it.

"Fuck!" And then they're back at it again.

Metal strikes metal behind John louder than a gong and they freeze. When John looks over his shoulder, Radar's standing by the stove with the coffee pot in his hand. He wouldn't be surprised if it had a dent in it now, if he slammed them together that hard. It's rare to see Radar really properly steamed up, but there it is written all over his face from his jaw to his eyes to his brow.

"You're not listening to me," Radar mutters. "This whole thing happened 'cause of me and you're not even gonna listen when I say something?"

"Hey, look, I'm sorry, all right?" John doesn't mean to let his frustration bleed into the words, turn them into daggers, but there's no pulling them back either. "This ain't your fault, it's Hawkeye over here who—"

"You don't get to tell me what I can or can't do," Hawk snaps. "I don't care how many times your dick's been in my goddamn ass, you do not get to throw me around like a puppet when I wanna walk out that door, do you hear me?"

"Hawk, I'm not trying to tell you what to do, I'm not shoving you two together like dolls." John lets Hawkeye's shoulder go, immediately feels him starting to twist, but the second John's palm cups his cheek, Hawk freezes, jaw still tight but eyes staying on his. "I'm trying to figure out why the hell you're so spooked about saying you want something."

When Hawk finally flicks his gaze away, John lets him, just thumbs over his stubble and tries to figure out what the fuck is going on in his head. In a way, yeah, okay, he can understand something about it—the two of them weren't teasing Henry about robbing the cradle just to mess with him—but can't Hawk see that this is different? That Radar's different?

John drops his voice and leans in a little closer. He's not under the impression that Radar, of all people, won't be able to hear him, but he needs Hawk to see this, to know John's still trying to protect him no matter how much he wants to dump him in a snowbank right now. "Wasn't even a month ago you were telling me all about what he reminds you of." It's like a switch gets flipped. Hawkeye stops breathing. The air begins to heat as though a storm is ready to blow through. They both know what he means. That quiet night in the Swamp where Hawk had talked about the ways he fumbled through figuring out his own bent, the alleys and the bars and the backs of cars, how he'd taken his life in his hands over and over again just to have a taste of why looking at a man lit him on fire the way that it did. How sometimes he swears that Radar's toeing that exact same line—the curiosity that could drive him into danger made even worse by virtue of where the hell they are. That sometimes Hawkeye wishes he could just... That if he had a chance to...

John was thorough. He had to be. The same care that he took slipping through the back streets of Boston to loop his way around cops on their beats. He'd watched Hawk. He'd watched Radar. He'd seen the way they'd watch each other when they weren't being noticed themselves. The protectiveness in Hawkeye's body when he was around Radar, how he'd throw out joke after joke just to get him to smile. And within no time, John had a guarantee of what he already suspected. Yeah, sure, Hawk really had meant it when he'd finally admitted that he just wished he could make it a little easier, safer, and walk Radar through everything he was craving to know. But that wasn't the reason why Hawkeye would stare a second too long at Radar's ass when he'd strain to grab something from the back of the filing cabinet.

John's not an idiot. He's sure as hell able to overlook his own faults and fears and that's never gonna change, but he knows Hawk better than he knows his own name. And if Hawkeye wants something, then John wants him to have it, pure and simple.

"I got him here for you," John whispers. That was a whole other fucking story—overlapping his showers with Radar's over and over again until he finally caught Radar staring at his cock with dilated pupils and flushed cheeks, until John could lean over the partition and look him right in the eye and cut off the panicked stammering before it ever got started. "I got the scene set." A three-way poker game, the tent flaps dropped, the door latched, the shade pulled down, Frank cuddled up in Hot Lips's tent for the night. "I warmed him up too." Made damn sure Hawkeye was watching while John slid his fingers through Radar's hair and coaxed him in until their lips met. Made sure too that as Radar trembled with nerves, John had rubbed up and down his back until the fear fluttered away like it was never there.

And then Hawkeye had exploded. Because of course he did.

Now as Hawkeye meets John's gaze, he's slipped past anger—that rare, white-hot rage tinged with, of all things, the accusation that Trapper was taking advantage of Radar. The thing Hawk had never wondered about with any of the nurses John's bedded. Not even once.

Something's always been different about Radar.

"You know what could happen," Hawk mutters under his breath. "You know exactly what you're setting him up for."

"You'd rather it be with some stranger in the back of a Tokyo movie theater? Hawk, be fucking serious." John finally steps back, lets Hawkeye be completely free, but as he suspected, he makes no move to unlatch the door. "There's no advantage-taking goin' on here and we both know it. You wouldn't be caught dead looking at him if he weren't a grown man in your eyes, and that means he can tell you what he wants and how he wants it and you don't get to tell him he's wrong."

"Captain McIntyre?"

John stares Hawk down another moment more before he turns his attention to the cute little mouse who's found his way into their den. He's small but he's still got a few shards of broken glass in that sharp gaze of his. And he should. John's over here rattling on about how he's an adult, but did he stop what he was doing last time when Radar was demanding to be heard? With a sigh of frustration through his nose, John faces him fully. "Sorry. Don't mean to be keeping you on the outside." He'd promised himself he wouldn't. He's not so nervous of Radar's age as Hawk seems to be, but that doesn't mean he can just up and forget about how young and inexperienced he is in all this shit, not just the sex. "It wasn't supposed to go like this—"

"Captain McIntyre," Radar interrupts.

"Trapper." John almost doesn't realize that came out of him, not Hawkeye. Hawk's the one who will introduce him as Trapper, not...

"Trapper," Radar amends quietly. He comes closer, already holding out a hand with all the confidence he shows his personal petting zoo. "Sir, your arm."

A rush of lightning darts through John's veins when Radar takes his hand and rotates it to show him his forearm. Not the first time somebody's bitten down on it, but usually it's himself trying to keep quiet when Hawkeye's eating him out like he's his last meal. The teethmarks stand out quite vividly but he didn't break the skin. It'll just bruise over like it always does. "Oh, don't worry about it, Radar, s'nothing."

"It's not nothing." Radar scowls. "You got this 'cause of me, y'know."

"I got it 'cause I'm a jackass who wasn't gonna let Hawkeye storm his way into the O-Club when we..." John blinks as Radar lifts his arm. When Radar leaves a soft, gentle kiss right on the bite, John's stomach flip-flops. Fuck. He's just so...good. Every bit of him. He's not shy about doing that because he doesn't know he should be. He's standing here holding John's hand like they've been going steady for weeks rather than him stealing that first kiss tonight as a goad to his lover.

It's kind of amazing how smooth Radar's expression has gone by the time John glances back up at his face. He could be feeling nothing at all. "It's not your fault, Trapper. Really. I can tell you weren't fibbing just to play a joke or nothing, I promise." Even his words are perfectly steady. "H-He just doesn't want..."

Or not. John flicks his gaze to Hawk, but he's staring right at Radar with a furrowed brow.

"I mean, it's not a surprise or..."

John itches, doesn't think, just lets his other hand find Radar's back so he can rub it for him. It takes everything inside him to keep from pulling Radar into his arms and keeping him there until he smiles again.

Radar straightens up—like a soldier, John thinks with a boom of fury like a firework, there and gone in a flash—and clears his throat, letting go of John's hand. "Anyhow, it's not some big deal. So if it's okay with you sirs, I'm gonna, I-I'm just gonna go back and finish up some work."

The second Radar takes a step forward, Hawkeye stiffens, his arms shooting out to cover the full width of the door. Honestly, he looks shocked that he did it in the first place. But Radar peeks up at him, lips parted, and John does what he does best. He waits.

This isn't about John, except that it is, of course, because at least while they're here, Hawkeye belongs to him insomuch that John belongs to Hawkeye and neither one of them is ever going to admit it out loud. It's about John because his world revolves around Hawk's happy, his lust, his satisfaction, his rest, his everything, until one day when it won't anymore, which is a day John still refuses to let his mind focus on—it blurs over like he's nearsighted, and hell, maybe he is. It's about John because when he thinks about seeing Hawkeye and Radar tangle up naked in these scratchy green blankets, it's probably the most beautiful thing he could conceive of witnessing in the middle of their personal corner of Hell. So that's why he waits. Watches. Wonders if Hawk's finally going to let those muscles loosen until they're butter-smooth and melting from the heat.

When Hawkeye takes a long, deep breath, it's like a curtain getting pulled up to start a show he's been buzzing over for months. "You want this, Radar?"

Radar lifts his chin so he's looking Hawk right in the eye, a kind of steadiness that makes a thrum of heat flare up in John's gut. It's incredible. After all that effort to put on a brave face in the midst of rejection, all John's wanting to comfort him if he had to cry it out, he's far more confident in this decision than he'd given him credit for. "Yeah, Hawkeye," he murmurs.

"Tell me," Hawk says firmly, words like granite, like steel. "Tell me what you want."

Radar opens his mouth, closes it, then opens again. "I wanna learn what makes you feel good."

Hawk closes his eyes and bites his lips into a thin line.

"Wanna..." Radar approaches him until he stands directly in front of Hawk, just a few inches between them. John can't stop himself from visually tracing the lines of his neck, his shoulders, all so beautifully untouched by anyone. Then he can't stop himself from grazing his fingers slowly, slowly along Radar's trapezius, trying to feel him somehow through the jacket and shirts both. Radar shivers visibly, which makes John smirk, makes his mouth water, all the fascination that made him great at science before he was ever in medical school. "Wanna... I wanna touch you all over." He turns his head but doesn't fully peek over his shoulder before he snaps his gaze back on Hawk. "Both of you."

Both.

John can't actually say he's surprised, not really, not after the shower situation, but there's a jolt straight to his cock all the same. Hawk is so lithe. Beautiful. He's a goddamn perfect first try at fucking around with a man. John? He can sometimes sink into the background when he's near Hawkeye. He thinks he might be able to take advantage of that right now, but when John rests one hand on Radar's hip, he grins at the gasp he gets before he murmurs near his ear. "How 'bout we start you off with Hawk, see how you like it."

"Yeah," Radar whispers, then lets out a shivery groan.

"You want I should show you how to make him come?" John's words are husky, lush.

That makes Hawkeye and Radar whimper in tandem, a gorgeous little duet that John suddenly wants to hear every second he can. Radar tips his head back and stares up at him, and the longer he looks, the more red his cheeks turn. Another spark on the smoldering fire inside John. "I'll bet you're real good at it, aren't you, sir?" And there's a roughness to his tone just the same.

John's lips quirk as he takes one step closer, bringing his body flush against Radar's back, urging him to press against Hawk, to trap him there at the door. "Like you ain't ever heard him moaning for me with those ears'a yours."

"I wasn't snooping," Radar blurts exactly like a snooper would.

"Ah-huh." Hawkeye grins—his first since this whole damn thing started. As Hawk slides his hands into the valley of his soft waist, a sound as delicate as a snowflake comes out of Radar and draws a hum from Hawk in turn, one of those that John's used to hearing right against his ear when he's damn satisfied with what he just reduced John to. "Radar..." The moment Radar looks up at him, Hawk seems to hesitate, and John watches the goosebumps skitter down his throat. "...how d'you wanna kick us off, huh?"

Radar only waits another second before he comes up ever so slightly on his toes to brush his lips over Hawkeye's collarbone through his shirt. He steadies himself with a hand on Hawkeye's ribs, right where John knows he won't miss the way he's beginning to breathe too hard from this barest possible graze. "Can I see you, Hawkeye?" Radar asks with such sincerity and naked want that John instinctively reaches to give him exactly what he needs, gets a fist of Hawk's hem before he freezes.

John glances up. Waits for Hawkeye to look at him with that burning, dripping lust, hot enough to melt through the floor like lava. And then John touches Radar's other wrist and coaxes him to grab Hawkeye's shirt instead. "Go on. He wants it."

"You want it, Hawk?" Radar asks as though to be absolutely sure, and though John's certain that it's a legitimate question, somehow it's practically filth when it comes from him.

"Fuck..." Hawkeye nods. "Yeah, yeah, Radar, I do. I want you bad."

Radar shivers with a little laugh as he pushes Hawk's shirt up little by little, reaching high to pull it over his head. "Then I'll treat you real good."

The rush of arousal hardens John to the breaking point, makes him so hungry that he can't stop himself from pressing his cock into Radar's back as he leans in to kiss Hawkeye ruthlessly. Hawk whines against John's mouth and scrapes his nails across his scalp, shaking, shivering, and John takes one quick glance to make sure Radar's okay—he's kissing over Hawkeye's chest like he's never wanted to do something so bad in his whole life—before he finally gives in and lets every ounce of his desire bruise Hawk's lips.

[lestappenforever]

I know you must be getting A LOT screams in your askbox but yet here I am. screaming.

I just can't help replaying the Maxsplaining Charles Lore clip and became absolutely obsessed with it. It's unhealthy I know I will go to my therapist later on : P but the confidence Max had on that particular stream incident is rediculous. We all know Max is not a big fan of social media (i remember read it somewhere about him asking friends for help to post and IG story. Correct me if I'm wrong but I think it's in a Dutch magazine or smth) so I'm not surprised if he didn't know even half of the internet hype and fuss around F1. Yet here he is, knowing every detail of that stream. He may not watch the stream live (in my delulu, he did, sue me.) but he definitely read or watch the whole stuff in details.

Now I'm wondering how much he actually knows about the whole Charles lore🤔 we can be sure that he's clearly aware of:

1. The famous "incident" ofc

2. Charles' karting helmet

3. Twitch stream

It's only a matter time that we hear the never-look-so-good banana costume and Charles chasing the thief who stole his Richard Mille in a Ferrari 488 lore from Max Verstappen. I'm a believer, no one can stop me.💀

Say it louder for the people in the back, anon. 👏👏👏

[whatiwillsay]

“if he talked to her about marriage and babies and then referred to their relationship as casual he's a weirdo”

i think part of being a swifty i find frustrating is like the way ppl white knight for her after a break up. like matty sucks in a variety of ways, and i’m willing to critique what he says publicly, but i find it really frustrating that if taylor’s exes say anything about their personal lives, it becomes about taylor and how they did her wrong. joe alwyn is going out of his way to hurt taylor by liking an instagram post. an interview where matty specifically avoids speaking about taylor means he’s talking about taylor. i feel like it contributes to a culture that constantly view taylor through the lens of men, if that makes sense. i understand like why ppl talk about celebrities this way- matty heally is every one of my friends shitty “feminist” rat exes. but also he isn’t.

maybe i'm part of the problem because I do think, after witnessing what taylor went through with snakegate, it's weird of joe to like that post (I'm not fussed about the picture sometimes you take a photo with someone at an event just to be polite at the bequest of the host or whatever, that's no big deal) and I do think matty saying "I'm not interested in writing albums about my past casual relationships" is kind of shady.

i mean i don't ACTUALLY care. i'm not gonna bother either of these men (and I think people who flood their ig comments or harass them are weird). but I'll sit back on my little blog and call them bitches.

but you do make good points. maybe I'm part of the problem!