#he's really an It Guy but like. specifically in the fact that he has his ambitions So Handled

[simpjaes]

dtf.― p.js , s.jy

Jake isn’t a fucking cuck, but damn if you don’t look good with Jay on you like that. Yes, Jay. His arch nemesis. The stupid toned-muscle, nice car driving, fat cock throbbing, pretty lips and seductive voice having, bitchass neighbor… or the one where jay is a super cocky rich neighbor who really, really doesn’t care if jake, your husband, knows how badly he wants to not just fuck you, but both of you. The only thing better than one brat to jay just so happens to be two brats.

PATREON REQUEST | MDNI

WORDCOUNT― 7.4k

PAIRING― sim jaeyun x afab reader (ft.neighbor brat tamer park jongseong)

CONTENT― neighbor au, husband jake, threesome, smut, jayke action, jay tops everyone, jake only tops you.

DISCLAIMER ― there is a lot of emphasis on jayke and the reader is cucking them. i got feral for a bit, pls forgive. 

NOTE― JAYKE GIRLIES RISE. p.s. Not entirely proof read, i struggled a lot writing a threesome this time, idk why ;-; pls forgive lil ol sj 

SMUT TAGS ― threesome, guy on guy action, anal fingering , pussy eating, cock sucking [jake throats him], overstimulation, jay is a bit more dominant but all three of them are practically a pile of jelly, raw grinding, double vaginal penetration, dick against dick stuff, some guiding/hair tugging [jake receiving], cream pie, squirting

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Jake stares through his living room window, knowing damn fucking well why his neighbor is outside pretending to pull weeds in his back garden right now. The fact that said neighbor is very aware that Jake is watching him? 

It’s pissing him off.

Jay, the cocky, toned torso, asshole is trying to push his buttons standing out there with his shirt off. He just knows it. Those smirks aren’t unnoticed. What’s worse is that those smirks are always directed at him, right before Jay’s eyes are all over you. Jake’s beloved, his fucking wife. 

The fact that the idiot next door thinks he’s really gonna do something is borderline psychotic. Being so open about it, so blatantly confident?

All he has to do is fucking ask, but no. He’s being sneaky. Jay flirts with you behind his back, the dude brings you the mail before he can even get outside to do it himself, he brings over extra groceries, he does this, he does that…all because he thinks he can like…have an affair with you or something?

An idiot, is what that guy is. A very, very attractive idiot. It’s not like you and Jake are against having fun with a third, it’s just the fact that Jay is sitting here like you��re some trophy to be won when you’ve already got a goddamn ring on your finger. What’s crazier is that if you were anyone other than you, and Jake was anyone other than him, Jay very well may have already been in a full-blown affair with the wife of whatever neighbor he’d have.

And so, Jake watches, he studies. He knows you’re out back with your book, half naked, specifically because you find it funny that, for once, your husband is jealous.

“You’re taking it personally, he’s just being nice.” You told him months ago. “Jake, Jake. Look what Jay brought over!” You had squealed with glee just last week, presenting him with a cute little row of macaroons. “Don’t be silly, he doesn’t check me out.” You have said at least a million times, knowing full well it’s a lie.

Both of you are very aware of the way you defend him for the sake of possibility.

Well then, what’s this? Jake argues in his head, watching Jay practically turn his head like the fucking exorcist to get an eye full of you lying out under that tree. At this point, Jay isn’t allowed to be a third. 

Trying to get his wife to cheat on him?! Hell no. 

And the weeks go by with this idea in Jake’s head. Now, he wakes up at the crack of dawn and waits for the mail. Now, he comes home with extra groceries neither of you need. Now, he mows the lawn perfectly, quicker than Jay mows his. 

He isn’t going to win you over this way, ever. Maybe, if Jay didn’t have such an ego, this would have been a lot more fun. 

Except, Jay kind of does win. Jake mows the lawn, suddenly Jay is planting flowers and offering to plant some for you. Jake checks the mail? Jay gives you coupons from his own stash just in case. Jake comes home with more groceries? Jay just brings you home cooked meals now. 

You’re aware of what’s happening, it’s only a matter of time before you let this guy get some. Hell, even Jake knows it. He doesn’t like it, but he knows you do.

It’s the fact that Jake knows the types of men you’re into. If this guy wasn’t so cocky, always trying to one up him, maybe he’d have told you to run along next door and have some fun. But it’s war now. 

Full blown war.

Even when you giggle at his anger after weeks upon weeks of petty activities. Trying to calm him down and butter him up, all “C’mon babe, ill even moan louder for you.” and “You’re probably bigger anyway, imagine putting him in his place by fucking me.”

The idea is…nice by this point, after all, how else can Jake win? Because he knows how to fuck his wife, and he’s very, very good at it. Jake won’t be the one inviting him in though, no. Nor will you.

If anything, the idea of embarrassing Jay, making him think he’s won the war by getting you to sleep with him only to realize Jake has been waiting for it to happen? 

Now that– that would be hilarious. 

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It takes the better part of six months for all of this turf war shit to come to a head. Jake almost laughs, watching Jay act like he’s in it for the long run. As if his wife hasn’t been giving him signals since he agreed to the little deal with you. 

“If we let Jay fuck you, you better tell him I’m better.” He had argued. Not at all hurt that you want to sleep with the guy, more hurt that it would demolish his ego to not be able to look Jay in the eye and show him how insignificant his role is. 

You nodded. And now, six months later with that fucking asshole next door constantly thinking he’s closing in on you, Jake senses the sin in the air. 

“Babe, it’s happening!” You had whisper-shouted quickly into the phone before hanging up.

Naturally, Jake was home in record speed, slamming through the front door and rushing to the bedroom. And there it is. Jay jumps back with wide eyes, cock hanging out of his pants as if he’s so guilty, as if this wasn’t his intention. You, smirking on the bed, completely nude, legs spread. 

Oh, you sure got his attention this time, and Jake eyes down both of you, trying so hard not to smile. 

“It’s not w-” Jay goes to explain himself, face going flushed and hair all fucked up as he stands awkwardly with his hands covering his cock.

Arguably, Jake kind of thinks he looks…well…he gets it. He’ll never admit it to you, nor to Jay, but he gets it. Jay  is pretty…he’s maybe even thicker than him too, and his body is toned and near pristine, oh…his mouth.

“It’s about fucking time.” Jake rolls his eyes more at himself than at the neighbor, already lifting his shirt off and flicking his eyes to you. “Was starting to think you really thought you could fuck my wife without me.” 

Jay is stunned at first, that’s kind of exactly what he was thinking. Yet– Oh, so the two of you are into this? He was starting to wonder why Jake never came over to kick his ass after consistently trying to get at you. Now he looks between you and your husband, eyes narrowed, smirk appearing. 

“Wait,” Jay says, ignoring the way you both can see his cock twitch with interest as he moves his hands away from whatever shame he was feigning. “You’re a fucking cuck? Honestly, I should have known.” 

So he still wants to be a cocky asshole about this?

“Oh, no. No, no.” Jake laughs, groping himself as he closes in on Jay. “You will be the one watching.” 

Jay rolls his eyes, nodding as if this is some sort of joke. 

“Right, right.” He nods, then looks at Jake, scanning his torso before arguing. 

“You don’t think it’s weird how wet she already is? I barely touched her–and you.” Jay glances down at Jake’s bulge now, watching how the man rubs against it. “You got hard looking at me, not her.”

Silence. 

Jay’s not embarrassed like he was supposed to be. Actually, he’s well aware that he’s right.

Jake stares at him, you stare at him, and he leans back, stretching his arms out before scratching the back of his head. 

“If I knew you both wanted me–” He breaks the silence, dropping his eyes to Jake’s bulge again, “maybe i’d have come for you first. Smooth out the friendship, then fuck your wife.” 

Why is Jake’s stomach bubbling?

And you. You’re just watching it unfold. Two very beautiful men standing in front of you, gripping their cocks, semi-arguing not just about fucking you, but….fucking each other? About who the cuck is when clearly, it’s you right now?

Oh, Jake’s gonna love him. You think he already does, actually, because you see the way his lip is quivering from here. He does that when he wants to pounce, when he wants to be kissed. You know him well enough, you see his interest, his attraction to the neighbor. All that petty competition turned him to mush within seconds of Jay not backing down. 

“Kiss him,” You mumble from the bed, tracing your fingers up and down your thigh. “Jakey, kiss him. He’s really good at it.”

The best part is, you expected Jake to be in one of his moods. When he’s aggressive, bruising with every touch and kiss, but this is…very unexpected. It’s the opposite actually. This is rare even for you to see your husband become docile, nearly submissive. To watch him act like this especially when you have a third in the room. He’s never given up his control when someone else is involved, unless of course, the third is a woman. 

The fact that it’s towards Jay is a bit more unexpected. They’ve been silently beating the shit out of each other through domestic acts for so long now, you can argue that Jay will probably hold this over his head forever if it continues. 

Toxic masculinity, all that. The competition between men can be very sexy on its own when it involves your body, but seeing your husband practically roll over and be vulnerable too? How lucky for both of you to have someone like Jay living just across the yard. 

You can see it in the neighbor’s eyes, someone who is not only willing to participate, but will participate, will take over, will not back down.

Jay’s won the war, but Jake doesn’t really care as much now that he’s seeing what you see in him. Hell, he didn’t even know the guy likes dudes, and the fact that he said he should have gone for him first? 

Jake is his type? 

Well, Jay is your type, and he’s your husband’s type, and you are their type. 

Isn’t this kind of…great?

“Yeah, kiss me.” Jay finally cuts into the silence, waiting for Jake to make his move, the one that will make him give in, the one that’ll essentially land him in the throne that reigns over both of you. 

How funny is it that Jake does lean in to kiss him? Jay watches, not at all closing his eyes despite watching Jake close his own. Probably to be passionate, probably to let his own desire take hold. Not quite yet though, Jay thinks. As he can feel Jake’s breath on his cheek, his eyes shoot to you and his hand shoots to the back of Jake’s hair. 

He pulls it, keeping eye contact with you as he now, pushes your husband down. He keeps Jake’s face close to his body, making sure he can feel his lips run all the way down, straight against his cock. He holds his head there for a moment, letting it twitch against Jake’s lips before he pushes him down further, sitting him on his knees. 

Doing that was strangely difficult though. He could tell Jake would’ve done it. Right here and now, leaving you, his own wife, neglected with her legs all spread out on the bed just to suck a cock? 

Thirsty. Both of you. Because don’t think for a second that Jay didn’t see how much you liked watching him do that either. Watching him control your husband. 

“Sit.” Jay says against Jake’s near-pout at the act of being dominated. “You’re going to sit there, and you’re going to watch.” 

Jake finally blinks up at him and the look kind of floors Jay a little bit by the time he finally lands his eyes back on him. Like, goddamn, he’s so, so fucking submissive looking when his eyes go all glassy like that. 

Arguably, Jay is already borderline lustfully obsessed with the idea of fucking you, but your husband? After meeting his glare for so long? There’s something so, so arousing watching him submit like this, all while you’re just lying there, smiling, loving it.

Jay holds back a short chuckle, catching his breath in his throat before he breaks his character even for a moment, showing how much he’s interested too. Gotta stay strong for now. 

“Understood?” He tilts his head instead, keeping that grip in Jake’s hair. 

Jake nods, now looking at you. Almost apologetically, but you smile at him with a short nod as well, spreading your legs even wider as Jay makes his way over. 

“Now,” Jay’s voice goes softer when he speaks to you, one palm landing on your inner thigh and the other against your cheek as he crawls over you. “Where were we?” 

Fuck, what a man. You nearly shiver at the touch alone, noting how he’s acting the exact same way as he was before Jake walked in. He’s not acting, he’s not putting on a show to try and one up your husband again, no. This is just…him. 

Maybe a bit rough around the edges, but he knows what he’s doing. He’s definitely gotten around, surely.

“Ah, right.” Jay mumbles with a smile, leaning down and letting his lips rest against your neck with a hot breath. “You wanted me to play with you for a little bit, didn’t you?” 

You nod again, feeling like if you speak right now, it’ll come out dry and raspy. You did want him to play with you, because if you didn’t ask for it, he may well have already been fucking you when Jake walked in. And that was against the rules. 

There had to be a way to hold Jay off. Especially because he was definitely rushing before. 

“When’s he coming home?” You recall him saying when he walked through your front door. Truly, he wouldn’t have walked in if you didn’t answer the door the way you did. 

Bra and panties, all done up like you were expecting him. He’s a little embarrassed at that though, because he instantly got hard at seeing you like that. Like it was specifically for him. He knew Jake was at work. Who else would it have been for?

He asked that without any indication of you actually seducing him though, it was all assumption. And he was right to assume because, well, he picked up your hints for months. Coming over for sugar wasn’t going to cut it anymore after seeing you open the door like that. You looked at him like that.

 He was going to fuck you this time. Months and months of distant flirting had nearly driven him insane by this point too. 

“He gets off work in about an hour but, let me use the bathroom first–” You had said in a hushed tone, full-on acting, role playing with a man who didn’t realize it was allowed. 

Then, you called your husband with the news as Jay was tearing his belt off on the other side of the bathroom door.

You also recall Jay demanding you take him to your bed when you had tried to go back to the living room. Probably to mark territory or something, and all you could do was comply. After all, your husband was already on his way and you could tell Jay knew he didn’t have a lot of time. He wanted to make it count, no matter how quick he had to be. After all, there was a look in his eye, one that made you feel like he knew it wouldn’t be the only time.

When Jake walked in, your neighbor already had his cock out, slapping it against your clit, grinding up against it, commenting on how pretty you are, how wet you’ve gotten for him, asking how much longer you’re going to make him wait, threatening to put it in and render you breathless– then the door opened, and now here you are. 

“Asked me to play with you, as if you weren’t the one playing games with me.” Jay whispers now, a little more aggressively. “No more rushing now, hm?” He adds, slapping his cock right against your clit again before pulling back. 

“In that case–” Down he goes, happy that he already pulled both that bra and the panties off of you before Jake even got home, nosing his way straight to your quivering pussy.

Before he lets you feel it though, he looks back, making sure Jake is watching, getting a full view of his half clothed ass before nodding. 

“Make yourself useful and get my pants off while I do this.” 

No eyes are on Jake as he does as he’s told. In fact, your eyes are rolling back and Jay’s are looking up at you, feeling Jake try and pull at his pants. His tongue, however, is already working wonders. Licking you up and licking you down, between each fold before sucking your clit in his mouth and making it all sensitive, throbbing. 

Jake does manage to get his pants off for him, and he stays in his place beside Jay now, waiting, watching. Occasionally his eyes glance down, seeing his neighbor’s heavy cock hang there, neglected, leaking little drops onto the bed. 

If Jake was smart about this, he probably wouldn’t be thinking about licking it up, yet here he is, surprising himself time and time again with this side of him. He really, really didn’t expect the situation to turn into this. If at all, he should be the one eating you out right now, he should be the one telling Jay to take off his pants. 

Jay should be the one thinking hard about licking cum up. He should be the one neglected. 

“Y’know,” Jay suddenly groans against you, voice vibrating your clit. “If she was mine, I wouldn’t share her.” He continues, going back in for another long and languid lick against your hole, waiting for you to moan, practically forcing one from your throat when he dips his tongue inside of you. 

And he continues that, closing his eyes this time and focusing on the taste, the feeling of what will soon be wrapped around his cock. It’s like heaven, kind of, having you like this while Jake just sits off to the side. He wonders what your husband must be thinking right now, if he’s into it or growing angry. 

 “Especially not with you.” He finally adds, leaning back from you and studying the mess he’s made so far before turning his head back to Jake. “Look at her, how could you just watch someone do this to her?” 

And, well, the look on Jake’s face kind of bruises his heart a little bit, softens him up. He’s still just blinking up at him, almost as if he’s waiting to be told he can come up from the floor, cock raging so hard in his pants. Jay shakes his head at himself before looking at you. 

“Then again, I probably wouldn’t share him either.” He says as he stands on his knees, presenting his cock to you, grabbing your hand and guiding it straight to him before addressing your husband again. “Come up here.”

Jake practically leaps onto the bed now, getting an eye full of how your hand barely wraps around the girth of this man, and he stares. And stares, and almost entirely forgets that he’s the husband in this situation, this is his room, his bed, and his wife. 

And Jay is his neighbor. His extremely, insufferable, sexy fucking neighbor. 

“Look at you.” Jay seethes as he fixes his posture tall and strong above you, lip tucked between his teeth briefly at the gentle grip you twist around the head of his cock. “Both of you.” He adds, now grabbing Jake by his hair again, this time pulling his face straight to his own.

“You still wanna kiss me?” He says now, Jake nodding instantly. 

You watch the way your husband leans in, almost moaning in relief when his lips meet Jay’s. It’s messy, extremely intimate to see up close like this. It turns you on somehow more to see Jake act the way you do when he’s left you neglected for a few minutes too long. Desperate, kind of argumentative with his pouting and moaning. 

Gripping Jay harder, you urge them on, watching their tongues reach the point of messy drooling, their chins wet, Jake probably tasting your pussy on Jay’s lips. And god, when Jay moans into it, probably due to the speed in which you’re now jerking him off, even you moan in response. 

There’s something about seeing him get into it, ignoring the fact that he’s appeared calm and collected this whole time. 

Yeah, he’s definitely getting into it. He grabs Jake’s hair harder, kisses him deeper when you circle your fist at the head of his cock, collecting the precum so you can slide back down to the base. And fuck, when you watch him now, reaching out, grabbing Jake through his pants? 

You whine, wanting more than just lying here watching.They’re so into it and you’re just…here witnessing it. You want them to kiss you too, you want them both on you, working you open, making you feel good too. But you’re briefly ignored in this moment as Jay starts rutting his hips, fucking your fist at a pace that makes it hard to jerk him off. 

And Jake…god, you knew you married him for a reason. Look at him, barely kissing back now, just slack jawed as Jay palms between his legs for him, licking into his mouth before moving down, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder. 

That’s it. You’re losing your damn mind right now, pulling your hand back and sitting yourself up on the bed. Jay doesn’t even flinch at the loss, and just kisses Jake harder to make up for it. 

 Your eyes stay glued to them as you now move yourself forward, poking and podding your husband first, who ignores you entirely because he’s, well, lost in it. Very into it. Still slack jawed, still reeling from finally being touched. 

You move your attention to Jay, poking and prodding him instead, and he pays attention. Grabbing your curious hand and pulling you roughly against him. You smile at the movement, understanding that he’s clearly still the one in control here, and whining for your husband may not be in the cards right at this moment. 

He’s just like you, you’re just like him. 

Just seconds later, you push back again, wanting to encourage more than this, wanting to see more, feel more. You start working Jake’s pants off and practically push Jay’s hand away from him, only now do they both pause, watching your hands pull out his cock. Still he moans at it, skin on skin, and you hold it there, looking up at him, glancing at Jay, then back down. 

“Stop leaving me out.” You mumble. 

Jake finally snaps out of it at that, lips feeling tingly as he watches you, guilt bubbling up that he lost it there for a second. Jay, on the other hand, is kind of reeling at how jealous the two of you get. Yet, still you’re both entirely into him as much as you are each other, it seems. 

It’s only natural that you’ll whine for Jake when he’s too busy kissing the man who is supposed to be on you right now, but no worries. None at all, Jay likes it. He understands. 

“Awh,” Jay coos, pushing his hips forward and bumping your hand with it, making sure the head of his cock meets Jake’s before continuing the act. Rutting again and again, messing your hand with the mix of precum and arousal. “Did he leave you out?” 

They both did, but something about the way Jay’s voice sounds when he asks, so soft yet still cocky. Charming, because even Jake nods at that before skewing his head to you, dragging his own hand down to hold it over yours before allowing Jay to slide his length into the tight space. 

You feel it when your husband leans in to kiss you now, as if he’s apologizing. Too worked up to say it, and can only act on his apology. Warm lips enveloping yours with a heated, near desperate kiss, then he starts immediately fucking up. You can feel it, the way their cocks meet and keep the mess of hands holding them together slick and wet for this. 

Jay is stuck watching this time, and he can’t decide on whether he should watch the way you manage to overpower Jake in the kiss, or the way you and your husband are both holding both cocks so tightly just so he can fuck up and against the under side of Jake’s. 

Jesus. All three of you have a bit of a pit in your stomach, especially when you manage to slip your hand out and allow Jake to control the mess in the middle as you, now, turn from Jake’s kiss with the intention of kissing Jay now.

Finally, you’re not left out, finally, there’s two cocks out in the open, rubbing against each other with a wet, pornographic sound.

“Oh, needy.” Jay comments when you kiss him just as harshly as you did Jake, you can feel his smirk on your lips but he quickly falls into the kiss too. And that’s when Jake absolutely loses it, finding you so pretty, both of you, so, so, so pretty like that when he’s feeling so good. 

And now, a small pause. You pull back for a breath and get a good look at both of them. Their attention is no longer on each other, it’s on you. Both pairs of eyes shining at you as they continue to jerk their weeping length off against one another, and suddenly, you’re shy. 

There’s a hunger in Jay’s eye, a need in Jake’s, and only now do you lay back again, spreading your legs open wide, and using your fingers to spread your pussy out the same way. 

“Jakey–” You call out to him, wiggling your hips and presenting it to him first, “look–”

Jay shivers when he looks first, seeing how much wetter you’ve become.

“Yeah, Jakey,” He echoes your words, grabbing him by the hair again since he seems to like that and guiding his face straight to your hole, “look at it.”

Being guided isn’t something Jake allows often, but he doesn’t mind so much now with his face being nuzzled into a cunt he knows so, so well by another man. Fuck, he barely was able to catch his breath before it was knocked out of him again. He licks out immediately anyway, and makes himself comfortable, hands and knees, lapping away like a happy little pup. 

Jay studies you closely when Jake does his thing, the way you lazily watch him, the way your chest rises and falls with deep, meaningful moans that shows he knows his way around your body, and he knows how to pleasure it. So, now he averts his eyes to Jake, his body, his waist, his ass.

He’s got so much to work with between the two of you. And so, he pushes Jake’s head into you further, roughly rubbing his nose into the mess, making you moan, and hoping he’s enjoying himself because he’s sure he might pull back when he–

Jake does pull back slightly, but that arch in his back doesn’t go unnoticed either. A saliva slicked finger pushes, circling his rim before pushing in. 

“Fuck–” Your husband groans with a shiver, his cheek against your clit, resting his head briefly there as if to prepare of the welcomed intrusion.

And it goes on like that for a bit longer than you had expected. All of this is happening in a way you weren’t expecting, actually. There’s a sense of control here, but it’s gentle, almost careful with intention. Somehow, Jay’s attention stays on Jake, maybe as a form of apology, or maybe to assert his dominance now that he, at the very least, has you where he wants you. 

Your eyes glisten at your neighbor, blinking at him as he pleasures both of you. He seems to be enjoying himself, looking back at you all while using Jake as an extension of himself, and of course, finger fucking him to the point Jake can’t stop rutting back against the pleasure.

Arguably, Jay may not know what exactly to do with all of holes willing to let him fuck them. But, also, none of you are short on time.

This can happen as many times as you want, hopefully. 

“Mhm, that’s right–” Jay groans now, nearly rolling his eyes at how tightly Jake’s ass hugs his single digit. He reaches around him now rather than guiding his head, holding his waist and leaning over him, aggressively fucking his finger in, finding his prostate in a near instant just to toy with it. 

“You ever heard him cry before?” Jay now averts his eyes to you with an amused tone. 

You shake your head, a mess at how fast Jake works his tongue on you through the pleasure, your hands now finding your way into his hair to rub his nose in it even more. 

“Ever see him cum untouched?” 

Another shake of your head. 

“No?” Jay smiles, tilting his fingers up, assaulting Jake’s prostate and within seconds, you note the way your husband starts writhing between your legs.

His tongue is sloppy, he’s moaning so loudly that he can barely catch his breath, and Jay immediately pulls his fingers out before aggressively lifting Jake up and away from you by his arms, letting you see the cum spurting out of him, sending tremors and shivers from his toes to the top of his head. 

“Oh–” You groan, squeezing your legs together at the image, watching Jake grow frustrated at his ruined orgasm despite the cum still dripping out of him. 

You’ve never seen him look so ruined, and the way Jay presents him to you so proudly kind of…well, he really did it. As if on command, making your husband both cum and cry. There’s clearly some things both of you could learn from Jay. 

“Now, stop neglecting her.” Jay’s tone comes out far more demanding now, ignoring the way Jake’s cock weeps with sensitivity now, once again guiding him, except this time, when Jake holds back as if to rest for a moment, Jay’s demands are directed at you. 

“Fuck him.” 

Well, who would say no to that? 

You take it upon yourself now to push your husband back, letting his head hang off the bed as Jay helps you lay him out, and instantly you sit. Grinding your bare, soaked pussy against his half-flaccid length. 

Jake does whine through it, shooting his hands up to you and not even knowing himself if he wants more, or if he needs you to slow down, or to stop entirely. His hands are frantic, breaths are uneven, his eyes going from wide open, to rolling back, to squeezing shut. 

He looks panicked, confused, stunned.

“Stop thinking,” Jay instructs him, whispering sweetly as he pulls himself off the bed to get a good look at the blood rushing to the top of Jake’s head as it hangs there. 

Your husband is kind of thankful, happy to be a bit mindless in this moment because suddenly, it does feel good, feeling someone so familiar sinking down on him all in one go. So wet, so warm, so his. It doesn’t seem so bad to let someone else think for him right now either.

He tries to lift his head to see you still, but he starts seeing lights, going a bit dizzy as you gently ride yourself on him. 

You are trying to adjust as he grows harder inside of you, stretching you open and giving you the fulfillment you’ve been needing since all of this started. You moan, trying to be compassionate about this, especially knowing he’s about to be toyed with even further, by both of you.

Jay nods at you with a smile, as if encouraging you to go faster, to take what you need from him. 

Then his eyes flick between both of you, cock in hand, he stands up slightly, aligning it perfectly with Jake’s lips. Poor guy is so dizzy he probably doesn’t even notice yet, but Jay communicates with you. That same cocky smirk, a raised right eyebrow, and a tilt of his head. 

He’s asking you for permission…to put it in?

“Yes, yes, yes.” You moan as you bounce and frantically nod your head, trying to regain breath at the sheer idea of it. “Baby,” You groan now, unsure if Jake can even hear you at this point. “Open your mouth.”

You can’t see his face, and god how you wish you could because of Jay’s reaction in particular. The way he taps his cock, pushing forward, probably sliding into his mouth now. It’s the way he holds both sides of Jake’s head when he does it, the way his eyes are laser focused, his abs flexing in silent pleasure, his slow release of a very faint moan.

Man, fuck, you’ve always wanted to see your husband suck someone off, but he never has. He’s only ever allowed it to happen to him, only ever made someone else suck him off.

“Oh, good boy,” Jay moans now at the feeling of Jake’s tongue frantically lapping, despite how crowded his mouth is becoming. And he throws his head back at the pleasure, now going to hold the bottom of Jake’s chin, tilting his head back further to angle the position, thrusting straight down his throat. “So, so good–”

Jay notes how he needs to just, like, shut the fuck up now. Even he, at this point, is losing it. This wasn’t something he actually thought Jake would let happen, yet…look at him. Fuck, look at you. Drinking up the image, eyes so dark and crazed that he’s using your husband like this–

That you’re both using Jake like this.

You’re bouncing, riding, chasing, staring off at him as if you’re some sort of feral animal happy to take what you can get Then, Jake, choking and gagging around him as he moans in pleasure at the same time, spit bubbling out at the sides of his mouth, dripping down and into his hair and he probably loses the ability to think at all if his hands are anything to go by.

Scratching at his own body, gripping the sheets, reaching out for something, for anyone to hold him through it.

All that blood split between his head and his cock…it’s so obvious, and you’re still chasing, getting enough but at the same time, knowing you can have more.

Something snaps in Jay as he watches you. He’s lot the plot a bit, taking a liking to Jake, seeing how far he can push the boundary just because he can, almost forgetting how fucking badly he’s wanted you. 

You. 

He hasn’t even fucked you yet, he seriously let Jake do it first? 

“Jesus,”  Jay groans out of frustration now, fucking into Jake’s throat one last time and holding it there as he stares forward at you. He ignores the choking sounds, the desperate searches for breath only because it feels, so, so fucking good.

 “Alright, alright.”

You’re a bit confused at the way Jay talks more to himself than at you or your husband, but you hear a sputter when he pulls back, walking to stand at the side of the bed and leaving Jake to deal with the aftermath of whatever lashing his throat just took in stride.

You pause your bouncing, watching him curiously.

“Scoot back a bit,” Jay says now, helping you scoot back, helping Jake get his head back on the bed so he can regain whatever humanity he has left in it. 

And then, Jay is positioning himself behind you, allowing you to essentially plant yourself back onto your husband before he’s forcing his own cock in alongside him. Without warning, without helping you stretch out more. 

You fall forward with a yelp, now just as breathless as Jake is when you hug against him tightly, burying your nose in his neck, feeling his heartbeat right against your lips there. 

“Jake,” You whisper as you desperately search for comfort, feeling Jay stretch you out. “Oh, fuck–”

Jake nods his head slightly, now willing to take whatever this guy is going to give to the two of you. After all, he’s taken the brunt of Jay’s attack by now, he’s sure you’ll love it as much as he does. So, he wraps his arms around you in a comforting way, essentially trapping you in place, whispering a short, breathless hum of, “feels so good baby, when you squeeze around us like that–”

That ignites you as you nuzzle further into your husband’s neck, unable to stop squeezing around them. It fucking hurts, it hurts so badly, but–

Fuck. Jake wants it. Jay wants it. 

You want it.

Jay watches the mess in front of him, the way you both writhe and cling as he makes room for himself, fucking roughly forward, sliding with intentional pushes to stretch you open just enough to fit all of him alongside Jake.

Seeing your cunt try and handle it, the way you grip, stretch, and instinctively try to push him out? It’s too much for you, but just right for all three of you, he thinks, as he makes eye contact with Jake and gets a drowsy nod. 

He watches the way Jake holds you tighter, forcing an arch too. Ugh, what a good man he is. 

“Yeah.” He moans, now picking up a rhythm as you both start moaning in near unison, “Hold her just like that for me.” 

And, well, you wanted to be fucked by them both but preferably not like this. At first anyway. You shock yourself when you call out, moaning so loudly it leaves a ringing in your ear. There’s rubbing up against something so sensitive inside of you, both cocks pulsing, stretching you beyond belief, and you…like it?

It feels good now. Too good.

Your moans come out as cries as Jay continues, and both men seem to be falling in love with the sound of it. So much so that, even Jake now ruts his hips up with a cheeky smile, encouraged by Jay’s praise to keep going, all so he can feel you squeeze, and squeeze, and try to push them out. 

And goddamn, does it feel good to have a cock rubbing against him in such a tight, wet little hole. Even Jay now starts whining with you.

Moaning, a mess, all fucking three of you. Finally, Jay has broken out of character, fucking forward fast, hard, near thoughless. It renders Jake unusable as he tenses up under you, holding you through it, babbling out filthy words of how full you must feel now that his cum is spilling out. 

“Feel that, baby?” He whines so quietly, and you do feel it. Arguably, so does Jay.  

You’re barely able to breathe through it, suddenly feeling fingers in your hair that pull you back. You can feel Jay’s chest breathing rigidly on your back, and now you both stare down at Jake.

He looks so lost in it, and yet still, Jay demands. 

Well, he pleads.

“Keep going,” Jay directs at Jake, well aware of his orgasm, slowing his hips to keep himself from cumming too,  and groping both of your tits to hold you in place. “Fuck up, faster, let me feel it.” He continues, now landing a sloppy, drooling bite against your shoulder. 

And you watch your husband, something igniting yet again in his eyes as he does just that, grabbing your hips and letting his hips rut up, freely. 

“Fuck yes,” Jay moans for him before biting against your neck now. “You gonna cum too?”

Okay, yeah, maybe Jay is trying to rush it now. He wants to be the last one to release, and if you don’t get there soon, he’s going to fucking embarrass himself. Thankfully, you nod frantically like a good little wife, dropping a hand down and simply pressing your clit before your legs start shaking. 

Both men feel it, the way you tense up, and they both put all of their energy into it. 

You hold your breath through the orgasm, never having felt so full like this. It just keeps coming, and coming until–oh. 

“Ahh–” Jake looks at you in surprise, lip now pulled between his teeth as he throws his head back again, dizzy, so fucking sensitive. His wife just fucking squirted. 

For the first time, you did it. After years and years of both of you trying to figure it out.

Jay doesn’t even know what to think about it, feeling you cum around him as Jake’s cock struggles to keep up through the pain, all around him and against him, the splash of wet pushing out against him, dripping down onto Jake. 

It’s so messy, so fucking dirty.

Holy fuck. He can’t, he can’t keep holding back.

You’re so sensitive when you fight through it, Jake even moreso, and Jay loves it as his hips demand an abusive pace. Pushing in, out, so deeply, so fucking hard inside of you, mixing around the mess of cum before–

The bruising grip on your hip tells you more than the twitching inside of you, and Jake practically starts crying in pain at the rawness of it all. Jay, shaking, releasing all of it with tight, jerking thrusts before finally, he slumps over you. Sandwiching you between both himself and your loving, exhausted, absolutely docile husband. 

Out of breath, out of fucking mind really, you don’t even move. 

You don’t clean up, hell, you don’t even open your eyes after that as you catch your breath between the tight mess of bodies.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

After that day, things kind of…changed. 

Jake is more needy. He’s still dominant for you when you need it, but it’s kind of a welcome change from time to time. Having him act all sweet and sloppy, as if he can no longer control it when the time is right and you’re looking particularly mean. 

Threesomes don’t take place quite as often these days though. With other people, anyway. As to be expected considering no one has ever actually participated quite like he did.

Jay has also become a bit more gentle too. Still openly getting his eyes on you every chance he gets, but Jake doesn’t mind near as much simply because he knows Jay checks him out too. The sexual tension is always felt between houses, and always satiated in one room or another. 

Once even on the back porch in the dead of the night, but still.

The time spent with Jay now is a lot less…um, erratic. Jay learns the two of you the same way you both learn him, and there have even been a few times since where Jake was the one toying with you both. 

Even a time where you were the one in control. 

It’s comfortable, fun, equal. To the point neither of you really look for a third anymore, after all, you’ve got the perfect match just across the yard, right?

Jay: hey jakey boy, come over, bring our wife

Jake waves his phone in front of your face. It’s been weeks since the last time the three of you played. In fact, Jay has been kind of flaky about it lately, responding too late to texts, or simply declining. 

Nevermind the fact that Jay always claims you as his wife too when things get, well, sexual. It’s not like he doesn’t do the same shit to Jake, calling him his husband, chuckling, being soft about it. It’s the fact that it had been weeks, both you and your husband were starting to feel a bit heartbroken about it, actually. 

And when two of you do go over, expecting lots of sex and even more questions about why Jay is being so weird lately, they’re hit with romance?  With dinner on the stove and candles on the fucking table? 

Jay wants in. 

Commitment.

Permanence. 

[darkintothedawn]

LIKE TEENAGERS || Stiles Stilinski 'Teen Wolf'

Pairing — Stiles Stilinski x Gender Neutral reader

Summary — You and Stiles try to get some loving making out on but some mistimed giggling that's a little loud wakes up the kids.

Memo— This is the first of the queued fics, it should have posted yesterday but I forgot that I had paused it. Sorry this is so short, most of the rest of the draft fics are as well :(

Word Count — 1009

Masterlist | Stiles' Adventures

You honestly couldn't say how the laughter had started. Something dumb, something so ridiculously Stiles. It was probably his impersonation of Mieczysław Jr. using his "mature" seven-year-old voice while dramatically lecturing the cat about "Boundaries and personal space." Or maybe it was the exaggerated retelling of Claudia's earlier meltdown because there were only T-Rex shaped dino nuggets left and she "Specifically wanted Stegosauruses or nothing at all." Either way, the result is the same: you're both wheezing from how hard you're laughing, curled up into each other on the living room couch like teenagers who haven't quite realised they're supposed to be asleep.

It's past midnight, the lights are low, the soft glow from the kitchen spilling into the living room blinds. Outside, the world is quiet. Frozen. Inside? Chaos incarnate. Soft, joyful, stupidly sweet chaos.

Stiles has his legs tangled in yours, one arm flung around your shoulders, the other hand trying—and failing— to wipe the tears from his eyes as he gasps, "She really said 'the nuggets have failed me' as if she was mourning a national tragedy!"

You're clutching a tiny throw pillow, one she made herself, like it's the only thing anchoring you to this plane of existence. "She was devastated. Her dino kingdom had fallen in front of her eyes, you could see the betrayal."

Stiles snorts, laughing even harder. He leans into you, forehead pressed against yours, and suddenly his hands are in your hair—because they always end up there, soft and familiar and home. His hoodie is hanging half off your frame, one of the sleeves pushed up as your fingers trace lazy lines against the nape of his neck.

He smiles, crooked and warm and impossibly fond. "I love you," he murmurs like it's sacred.

And you don't say anything, you just kiss him.

It's not even a fancy, cinematic kiss. It's a married kiss. It's soft and slow and full of love that's been through late-night feelings and emergency room visits and the 14 hour drive to Disneyland that definitely tested the limits of your collective patience, It's a kiss full of "I love you, I'll always choose you, even when life is chaos and we're running an caffeine and T-Rex dino nuggets."

But right as you deepen it, right as he cups your cheek like he's trying to memorise the shape of you, right as his tongue reaches yours—

"Ew,"

You both freeze. Your mouths still technically touching mid-kiss when the voice echoes down from the hallway.

Stiles mutters against your lips, "Tell me that was the cat."

You don't even need to turn; you already know it wasn't the cat.

You do turn though, and yep, there they are.

Two small, dishevelled gremlins in pajamas standing in the dim glow of the kitchen light.

Mieczysław Jr., seven-going-on-forty, in his Spider-Man pajama pants and oversized hoodie (probably stolen from a pile of Stiles' old clothes), arms crossed and expression full of dad energy. Claudia, six, with perpetually tangled hair, dinosaur slippers, and her favourite triceratops plushie held in a vice grip like she's ready to chuck it (full force) at the next person who makes her witness something emotionally scarring.

"Were you guys seriously making out?" Mieczysław asks, completely unimpressed, "At night? In the living room?"

Claudia makes a face like she's just watched someone eat a particularly nasty bug. "That's disgusting, Daddy."

Stiles doesn't even flinch. In fact, he lens down further into you and grins, totally smug as he gives you a few quick loving pecks.

"Gross? That's how you got here, kiddo."

Your jaw draws. You swat at his chest, eyes wide, promptly shoving him lightly away. "Stiles!"

The kids collectively shriek like Stiles has just confessed to murder. Claudia literally covers her ears and screams, "Too much information!!!" and Mieczysław Jr. yells, "I'm telling Grandpa! You guys need boundaries and and space!"

You bury your face in Stiles' shoulder, laughing so hard your stomach hurts. He's vibrating with laughter too, arms wrapping around you like it's the most natural thing in the world, which it is. It always has been.

"Okay, okay," you say between gaspy giggles, breathless and flushed red. "back to bed, both of you. Go on."

"But we heard," Claudia says stubbornly, scowling like a tiny dictator. "We thought you were watching Bluey without us."

"No Bluey," Stiles says, brushing a hand through her hair as she waddles and toddles over to get a closer look at the two of you. "Just us being in love."

He looks at you when he says it, and yeah, that's still a little shocking sometimes. That he looks at you like that, even after all these years.

Mieczysław Jr. groans like he's physically in pain. "You're acting like teenagers, it's yucky."

You grin. “That’s called a healthy relationship, sweetheart.”

“Sounds fake,” he deadpans, turning to walk back to his room.

Claudia pauses at the hallway entrance, looking over her shoulder. “You can still kiss. I guess. Just… not with tongues. That’s the line.”

And then she’s gone.

The house falls quiet again. Well, quiet except for your muffled snort as Stiles collapses onto you. “We’ve traumatized them.”

He hums, kissing the top of your head. “Nah. They love it. They’ll thank us later for setting a positive example.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Positive example of what? Inappropriate late-night living room makeouts and chaotic parenting?”

He smirks. “Exactly. We’re doing great.”

You laugh again, burying your face in his neck. His arms tighten around you, and the two of you just sit there for a second. Married. In love. Tired. A little ridiculous. Totally thriving.

After a while, he tilts your chin up with a look that’s still as soft and hopelessly enamoured as it was the first time he ever kissed you in a Beacon Hills parking lot.

“So, where were we, love of my life?”

You roll your eyes, but your smile is hopeless. “Being disturbing, apparently.”

Stiles just winks. “Well if loving you is disturbing, then I’m a menace to society.”

[saberma]

Fine I'll yap about devious

First of all. I love Spokeishere. What a creature oh my god. I loove trying to figure out what the hell is this guy up to That conversation with Minute was soooo… I have no idea what Spoke actually has planned, but that convo really felt like a Start of something. Spoke definetly didn't tell Minute much, just enough to hint at the idea of what's going to happen. Also, he probably used an orbital cannon as an example specifically for Minute… I love his sick and twisted mind

Anyway, devious. Sometimes I think about how Spoke is the only person Mapicc ever fully betrayed his teammate for (Ro in s4). And he did it after the dupe war, after knowing how much Spoke lied to him. Because Spoke gave him something to do. Spoke made him feel useful, and like he was part of something. And even if Mapicc felt betrayed by Spoke still caring about Vitalasy at the end he still would want to do something like wormhole with Spoke again.

I don't really know how to explain the fucked up sence of trust they have but it's. Something. Mapicc still trusts Spoke so much, and he loveees to bring him around in situations where he doesn't feel too comfortable (usually lore talk, him dragging Spoke in as his professional yapper for his talk with Kab is a good example, but he used to do it in s4 as well. The amount of times Spoke was just his emotional support while him and Zam were fighting is so funny). They're just such peak friendship. Everytime they have a conversation I feel like a third wheel cause they're always saying something incomprehensible (bro, what the hell is a parrot folder).

And I can't say Spoke fully trusts anyone, but i think he values Mapicc and his trust a lot (sometimes for evil purposes but still) I don't really remember the exact quote but Mapicc mentioned that Spoke is basically the person he'll go to when everything is going horribly wrong. And yeaaaah. The fact that Spoke showed Mapicc that one shot exploit (yeah that probably wasn't a hack client), specifically to reassure Mapicc that he still would have options even if there's 6 maces on the server. That Mapicc trusted him with the mace he worked so hard for in the first place, and didn't really question it too much. The fact that he still never told anyone about it. Ughhghhg they

So that's why I'm not really surprised that Mapicc is conflicted on the whole thing. Even before Mapicc joined or said anything I thought he would definetly not wanna oppose Spoke immedietly. And then the first thing he says after joining is that he needs to talk to Spoke before making any decisions. Still says that Spoke is his teammate and that he wants to know his reasoning, that he doesn't wanna fight him.

"I wanna be on the side that actually gives me meaning"

Like. Mapicc is such a perfect person for Spoke to try to get on his side. He's been feeling directionless the entire season. If Spoke offers him a chance to permanently change the server, and do something that will be remembered instead of chasing after a Flame kill again and again. Cause Spoke understands Mapicc so much, he knows his strengths and what he finds fun on lifesteal and he's *extremely* good at talking.

"I love Spoke's game more than i love saving spawn".

Mapicc already kinda agrees with a lot of Spoke's morals (or lack of them). He doesn't really care about spawn and he's so tired of fights he can't win.

Mapicc's only condition for working with Spoke would be that Mane and Flame aren't involved. (which.. can I say I really don't think they are. like I don't think spoke or focus actually need them for their plans. and maybe it's the devious bias but spoke would prefer to work with mapicc over them).

I don't think he'd immedietly betray cause he cares a lot about the people opposing Spoke (minute and zam, and hannah probably cause I can't imagine she would wanna be involved in what spoke is doing).

But it won't be an easy choice.

So yeah I am so excited for their talk tomorrow....

[tracyislandinmymind]

Just a little splurge of thoughts on SOS Part 2 because it really is an incredible episode in terms of music, lighting, pacing and writing. I could yap all day about it, but I’m gonna just muse for a moment on one specific aspect:

The Hood in this episode, and how well he is positioned as ‘the bad guy’.

He is at his glorious villainous best in a dark way in SOS II (incredibly dark for a kid’s TV show, and it’s written for the adults) without actually needing to do much. He is made out to be especially callous and cold in SOS II and it is delicious.

That he shot at TB4 and caused that rockslide in pursuit of Brahman for purely selfish reasons (without even knowing if he was worth anything) is bad.

That he left Gordon for dead so callously, with Fuse of all people serving as the moral compass here, is awful.

But the worst part about all of it that is so subtly evil? He just doesn’t care. He isn’t full of rage or maniacal cackling or anything dramatic like he usually is. He has done perhaps the most horrendous thing, the one time he might well have actually killed a member of IR (because at this point we don’t know if Gordon is dead or alive) - and he is just so flippantly unbothered by it all.

There’s one line that sums it all up beautifully - “this better not not be an elaborate ruse to annoy me.”

He is so selfish that he can believe quite easily that IR have done all this to annoy him - even when Fuse is clearly troubled by what he saw.

We’re used to seeing IR triumph over the Hood. We’re used to enjoying seeing the Hood annoyed - the escape capsule in Falling Skies, the excellent game of Catch-A-Hood between the Thunderbirds in Brains vs Brawn, the empty vault in Unplugged.

So when the Hood says “this better not be an elaborate ruse to annoy me”… woah.

Because the audience knows what is happening on the other side of the story. We’ve heard John’s voice when Gordon’s beacon goes off, and just watched the most horrendous, jarring, silent launch sequence with terrified Alan and the look Scott and Virgil share, and Penny and Parker enroute in a hurry too.

There is this huge build up of music and noise and emotion on the IR side because this is the highest of stakes - and the Chaos Cruiser is just business as usual.

We know it is anything but an elaborate ruse and what happens right after the Hood talks?

Pan shot straight to Thunderbird 2 and FAB1 arriving to drive that message home. IR are desperately trying to rescue their squished fish, and the Hood’s biggest concern… is being taken for a ride as a joke.

*chefs kiss* glorious, selfish villain writing. It’s even better if you line it up with who he has just tried to kill.

Gordon didn’t know Brahman’s worth either when he went down there (no idea he was the clue to Dad!) but he went to help because there was someone in need of a rescue. He couldn’t listen to a machine in distress and had to help. Brains helps set it up here when he reinforces that Brahman isn’t actually in any pain or any real danger - yet Gordon doesn’t hesitate.

The Hood, in contrast, has turned away from a human being, one who was only trying to help, in mortal peril (that he caused!!) when he could’ve helped very easily - and he is far more concerned about being pranked by IR with the robot. The fact he doesn’t even care about Brahman is an extra cherry on the top because as an audience we’ve grown attached to him both through his crash scene singing and because Gordon has just paid a high price for him.

Two ends of the scale. Solidifying him as ‘the villain’ so simply but also in such a subtly dark way for the adults watching. Despite this being a kids show and all the Hood’s usual dramatics - he really doesn’t care who pays for his greed.

And a nice tidbit for Kayo’s character development/position as a ‘good’ moral character here too. She’s got the Hood on lock. She lets him escape to get Brahman instead. She could’ve so easily continued after her uncle - she could’ve quite literally followed in his footsteps and ruthlessly pursued her goal despite the cost to someone innocent (in this case, Brahman) for selfish reasons. She had a choice in that moment to follow her brother’s choice or her uncle’s - and she chooses to side with ‘good’. Then immediately goes to see Gordon. Solidifying her ‘real’ family and where she belongs by context.

[perhapspluto]

okay so- i know a lot of people have been talking about 911 and queerbaiting and specifically whether or not this would even Really count as queerbaiting in this scenario.

so obviously queerbaiting is a specific and meaningful term- and it has to be to avoid everyone and their mother using it just because their ship didnt go canon. its a hint and "promise" of queerness and a refusal to deliver. destiel is, of course, the blueprint, but im gonna mostly use klance and voltron for my discussion in this point since i was #There and i dont really know enough about spn to have a meaningful conversation about it.

the thing about queer representation in media, particularly tv, is that it has changed dramatically in the past few decades. and such, queerbaiting has changed as well. it is significantly easier to get away with queerbaiting when the culture you are creating a show in is one that does not value queer people or queer stories. not to say that it doesnt happen today necessarily, but i think the tactics that were used in past examples of queerbaiting are still being used today, just in different ways.

using my little examples- both voltron and 911 have very similar sweeping problems when it comes to queer issues. theyre both post-obergefell and exist in a culture where queerness is seen as something that can be portrayed mainstream AND get fans invested- vld does this (eventually) with shiro, 911 with henren and eventually buck. however, once these characters have the "queer" label slapped on them, there is no meaningful care given to what this means. shiro was given a boyfriend, killed him the same episode, and in the end paired him with a man who had maybe 1 line. henren are constantly sidelined, particularly compared to the rest of the main cast, and is often forced into incredibly heteronormative behaviors (hen as the "husband" karen as the "wife"). buck hasnt been given the chance to think abt his sexuality at all, and was just sort of paired off with the first guy he kissed. since 911 is still in progress, there is obviously room to grow and change (particularly when it comes to buck's sexuality), but the pattern in lack of care is consistent.

they both also have a different, non-canon ship that draws both significant viewership and discussion online- klance and buddie respectively. the cast, crew, and network all know about this and use it their advantage. there are several examples storyboard artists posting klance drawings on their public accounts and i will genuinely never forget the impact of the "you are deserving of respect" drawing from 2016. to this day man. 911 does this too, especially post switch to abc. the actors talk about how they would love to do it if it was a pitched, they see it too dont worry fans! and not to mention the media tour they sent ostark and rg on the week before the finale.

maybe a different term would be more appropriate (shipbaiting ??), but it does not change the fact that abc and 911 is continuously over promising and under delivering, both in terms of fan ships and cared for queer representation. they are leaving the option of buddie vague and open because it will keep people watching- something they NEED, especially after peter krause's departure. i think that as it stands now, buddie is absolutely, 100% being baited. whether it falls specifically under "queerbait" can be debated, especially since the show is still on air and things can and will change. but if it continues, if it doesn't end up either canon or explicitly shut down before the final season, i feel like it can solidly be categorized as queerbait.

[ahli-stuff]

The Mystery of Modri Vladis

I’m throwing my hat in the ring here for some theorizing on who Sebastian’s ex-situationship/contractee/lover could be! Or rather, what he could be. I have no idea who he is.

Initially, I thought the most obvious answer might be that he’s one of Undertaker’s reanimated corpses, seeing that they are in a hotel under the undertaker’s thumb and he’s hooked up to a blood infusion of all things. In addition, Sebastian has no recollection of Modri. This could indicate that the Undertaker has manipulated Modri’s cinematic record so that he has faulty memories of Sebastian.

However, I think this is a red herring.

The undertaker specifically mentions the fact that r!Ciel had no “stitches and seams in sight” and could “think and move on his own” which is why r!Ciel is his masterpiece. If we go ahead and take a look at Modri, he can indeed, think and move on his own. He’s even very emotional and not entirely insane or violent? Given the chance he hurts himself instead of overtly attacking Sebastian. Whether he has stitches on his body is yet to be determined, but his face is very much still intact.

I don’t think the undertaker would let such a well-made reanimated corpse roam about so casually out in the open, especially if Modri is going to so brazenly act and actively damage his own body. That’s the reason why the hotel staff stepped in, I guess, but still? They’re probably doing a shit job of it considering that he walked up to Sebastian in broad daylight, yelling, while pulling out a knife.

So… what is he?

He could be a vampire. No, seriously. His last name is Vladis, which bares clear similarities to Vladimir and his first name is Modri, which is also a Slavic name (specifically Czech) and it seems that Vampires in pop culture usually have Slavic roots.

This isn’t the only gothic reference to Modri’s character, however; when we encounter him, he’s wearing a black cassock-esque outfit, a cloth belt, and a stole. This is all priest-like clothing.

Just to confirm this is true, just look at his belt. The belt even has a cross at the bottom, which makes it incredibly reminiscent of a priest’s cincture. In fact, I even found a priest’s stole with almost that exact same design.

And if this wasn’t enough! Just look at his blood infusion stand—it’s a cross!

See, I thought it was just indicative of him being from the Aurora society at first, but looking back at the blood infusion scenes, there is not a single one I could find with a cross-shaped pole. This seems like something Sebastian would’ve noticed and remembered too, which he doesn’t seem to.

But, just having a Slavic name and wearing priest-like clothes doesn’t make you a vampire. Having… fangs does?

You could. Reasonably. Call this a stylistic choice but in every single panel where Modri’s face is the focus, his fangs are visible. I am not kidding. If you go back to 215, you will literally see his sharpened canines every time he speaks while his face is clearly visible.

Guys. Even when he’s not gritting his teeth, you can still see his canines.

So, all this being said, Modri could be a vampire.

But. I really hope that Modri is actually a human-turned-demon who was in a contract with Sebastian because that would be so much more interesting.

I know the kuroshitsuji’s anime season 2 is cursed and should never be talked about again, but! I did think the implications of the ending of season 2 was interesting. Ciel turns into a demon by the end, locking Sebastian into the soul contract forever because he doesn’t have a soul to consume. The manga could absolutely scrap that bit of lore, but it does hang in the air that humans can become demons.

So maybe, with no evidence reflecting, maybe Modri Vladis was a priest who encountered Sebastian a long time ago and struck a deal with him using his blood. Sebastian successfully completed the deal, consuming Modri’s soul and damning him to hell, but! Modri somehow came back to the living, maybe as an imperfect demon, seeking out the help of the undertaker to take revenge on Sebastian. This is obviously a theory with a lot of holes in it, considering that Sebastian doesn’t remember the guy and Modri seems very ill—which brings me back to the undertaker maybe having tampered with Modri’s soul record after his soulless body went to hell.

So all in all, I think Modri is a vampire, but I hope that he’s a priest-turned-demon former contractee who really does know Sebastian and has gotten his head screwed with by the Undertaker. It sort of came back around to him being a reanimated corpse, but ah, well! Gosh, if you want to theorize with me about this please send me a DM.

[itsmelloww]

Soap (cpt) and Family 📝

Seen a popular theory that Soap actually had no family and enlisted to get away from a bad situation, but honestly, as a Captain MacTavish stan i'd apply this theory to him as well.

I keep going over the journal cause i genuinely love it and i think it represents him as such a compelling character

But i find it interesting how he never makes any mentions of any family.

I wouldnt expect paragraphs or clear mentions of specific members, but some sort of reference. The same way he references Gaz's family, or the way he references his 'mates' .

It also wouldnt be out of character as Soap (cpt) does show betray in his writing towards Price and Roach, so its not like hes an indifferent cold guy that just writes about his operations and thats it.

The way he writes about Roach is akin to an older brother and mentor, he shows deep appreciation and good friendship with Nikolai and Price, and then clearly mourns characters like Price and Gaz when they're 'gone'. He takes time to write about them and in the way that he does. As mentioned above he also referenced Gaz's family, showing he empathised with them and thought it was unfair for them not to know the truth, while, when the London explosion happened, he also made a quick reference lamenting how his 'mates' were 'gone'.

So how is it that when he becomes a fugitive and a wanted man there's no reference of his own family? There's no acknowledgement , and it could be brief, about how this would affect his family, the fact that he's gone now and lost all his status and good standing , yet there's none - cause probably there's noone to be affected by his absence.

And honestly, i think this is why he bonds so much with Price and jumps the gun with him repeatedly.

I think lacking any 'attachments' really allows for someone to find meaning and make things like their job their identity. As far as Soap goes, going by his journal alone, being a soldier is all he knows; you can tell he has no real life outside of that. And it makes sense given his line of work.

hence why he so easily can tag along to a suicide mission with Price the way he did. Someone who has people waiting for them back home wouldnt be so eager (not to say that you cant be your own person and with your own aspirations and act on them irrespective of how that affects your family, but you get my point)

Tragic really, but think it makes him even more compelling.

But that's just my theory.

Realistically it's just the writers not finding relevance in talking about families but how BORING is that - lets have some fun

[hershey-writes]

Could I request Abbacchio and Bucciarati for the yandere alphabet? Idk if u want specific letters as opposed to the whole alphabet but I'll choose O, T, and Z if that is the case!

for future reference, i'll write full alphabets for a single character and up to three letters for multiple characters!

tw: abuse, violence, mentioned murder, kidnapping, implied suicide. please click off if any of this would trigger you.

o: oppression -> how many rights would they take away from their darling?

BRUNO has no issue restricting you for your own safety. It's more a question of what he allows rather than what he doesn't. He can be incredibly patronising, tutting as he snatches a pair of scissors from your hands because you could cut yourself with them. He just wants you to be safe and protected, don't you understand? No matter the fact that you're a grown adult who can probably use an electrical outlet by yourself. He's still going to babyproof it either way.

LEONE is on the other end of the spectrum. You're an adult, he's an adult. He's not really going to police what you do, other than a few basic house rules, such as not escaping and not leaving without his permission etc. This is partly because he does in fact respect you, contrary to popular belief, but its also because his moral compass won't really allow him to control you. Deep down, he does feel guilty for his actions, and feels as though the small freedoms he allows you compensates for the torture he's putting you through.

t: tears -> how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

BRUNO would feel bad, but try to rationalise it to himself. He treats you like a child throwing a tantrum, cooing and running his hands through your hair. You're just not adjusted to your circumstances, you'll get over it! Just some cabin fever, that's all. After you realise that this is your home, it'll all be fine! He would be the absolute worst to deal with when you're upset, because he simply refuses to see anything that doesn't fit his idea of you.

LEONE will be furious and deeply depressed at the same time. On the one hand, why do you have to make things worse for yourself? He's taking care of you. Can't you see that? If you keep on whining, he will get annoyed and tell you to shut up. Maybe threaten you and push you around a bit. However, on the other hand, he does blame himself for your outbursts. He's the one trapping you here, after all. He isn't dumb. He knows people don't exactly appreciate being kidnapped and trapped in another person's home. But he tries not to dwell on those feelings too mch, for his sake and yours.

z: zenith -> would they ever break their darling?

BRUNO would definitely aim to break you, although he doesn't see it that way. He sees it as you 'embracing your circumstances.' He's a simple guy with simple wants. Clean streets to patrol, a spouse to come home to and a hot dinner to enjoy. As stated above, he definitely loves the idea of you more than the actual you. And if it means you fitting his ideal of a housespouse, he is more than willing to break you.

if LEONE broke you, he couldn't live with it. He just simply couldn't. Everything he loved about you is all gone, all because of him. The guilt would utterly consume him to the point of no return, and he wouldn't be able to live with it for too long.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.

[phoenixwithapencil]

Ya ever find it weird that Bahamut barely has his role talked about in game? How strange his role really is?

Bahamut, the bladekeeper

Bahamut, the draconian

Bahamut, the keeper of prophecies and creator of the crystal

Bahamut, the god of war

Bahamut, the god who never provided a real reason for why so much blood had to be spilled for his prophecy to come true

Bahamut, who misled Ardyn and Somnus both into petty violence

Bahamut, who told Ardyn to spread the scourge upon the world for decades

Bahamut, who let Ardyn go on a vengeful killing spree just long enough to really hate Lucis- but not get his revenge- and then let him go back on his merry way to Nifilheim and Verstael Besithia who had ambitions of war and tin soldiers powered by scourge

Bahamut, who enabled a war that killed nearly everyone on both sides not to mention those who were caught in the crossfire- a war that would not have been so bloody had Ardyn not had such a hand in it

Bahamut, who demanded a blood price 2,000 years in the making- who really demanded two sacrifices- Ardyn and Noctis- who did not need both for there is a world where Noctis at least lives and the sun rises and no one else needed to die for it.

Bahamut, the god of war, the creator of the crystal

It’s a strange pairing when taken with the story of ff15. That’s all.

[zecoritheweirdone]

first art post of the new year!!! granted, i don't share my art here that much anyway, but– shhh.

hehehehhhooo,, here's something i've been working on for 'bout a month,, albeit not consecutively– took a few,, very very long breaks in between working on this,, but i managed to finish it in the end! am i satisfied with it? .......ehhhh? not completely, but if this took any longer, it might not have seen the light of day, so like. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

anyway,, made a little poster for my favorite fic, tommyinnit's services for villains, vigilantes, and various other vagabonds, by @scorpionoesit!!! it's really really good,,, and i've always wanted to make more art for it,, so i decided– poster! at least,, that's what it's mean to resemble,,, dkdmkdmdkd.

i will freely admit,, i'm... not the biggest fan of the fan-made logo i tried to design for it,, feels a bit boring, and could definitely have used a bit more pizazz, something to make feel more like the fic itself(what does that mean? you figure that out),,,, but– again, steam was running low,, dkdnksjs. graphic design is my passion. i do also have other complaints, but i'm afraid i already punched my one-use self-critique card,, oh well,,, dkdnkxjdkd.

regardless,, even with the flaws only i can really see,, this still turned out pretty okay!! hope you enjoy it, mx. scorpio and mx. alibi!!! and i hope everyone else has a wonderful new year!!!!

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[ceramicbeetle]

half baked thought but 1) it’s funny when people act like hawkeye has a deep respect for marriage as an institution and that it’s something he cares about in any way and 2) funnier when people act like hawkeye settling down with one person in sudden post-canon monogamy is viewed like the only good and healthy way to address his issues around abandonment and like, self-worth

[nejackdaw]

Thinking about Celann and his ever present grief at the life he could have had, he and his wife and (he always hoped) their daughter. A life where he was a father--he'd hardly ever wanted anything more than that. So full of love he was ready to burst and needed somewhere to put it, wanted a life with his favorite girls.

Thinking about how the ever present desire haunts him no matter how deep he buried it. It keeps coming back, relentlessly, this anguish that he threw it all away. He could have had exactly what he wanted and he was stupid enough to abandon it all, and for what? Because he was upset? But then he always remembers how hollow he felt after the incident, like if you rapped him with a knuckle you'd hear he was just a shell. He forgives himself, then, remembers how wrong everything felt, and he thinks about all the time he spent desperately trying to make everything feel right again.

Remembers when he realized he was the problem, what needed to be fixed. Removed.

He abandoned the life he had and every dream he'd ever held close because he wasn't him anymore. Celann would never have killed anyone, would never have done... that. He was some other Celann, different, trying to make himself fit in the life of a man that no longer existed. And so he left.

And he has no right to ache so badly at the thought of what he gave up, no right to ache at the loss of a family (of two families, but he starts thinking that and breaks every time, so he's gotten good at simply skipping over the thought) when he was a killer--an adept one, a practiced one--that could mangle and maul and kill and do it again and again. What right does he have to still want that happy little dream?

But the dream is a ghost and it haunts him, is there every time he's out on a supply run and sees kids playing around the marketplace, sees women cradling infants and fathers carrying sons on their shoulders. (He reminds himself of the blood on his hands, is scared he might stain them with it if he reaches out to touch them.) It's there when he has a bag and his axe hanging from his hips and finds a girl crying for her mother, lost and separated, jostled by the crowd.

It's there as he calms her, kneeling on wet and gritty stone, hovering between her and the flow of the crowd so they give her space. He lifts her and holds her against his side with one arm and something in him weeps, feels something soft in him as her tiny weight settles and she starts chattering at him about the groceries she and her mother came to buy.

They weave their way through the marketplace as they help each other--she tells him where he can find what he needs, and he silently curses the nords and their height as he tries to peer over shoulders to catch a glimpse of the woman she described--and that cold weight that's usually settled in his chest, his grief and remorse, lightens with every step. She's warm through his sweater and splutters indignantly every time the ever changing wind blows her brown hair into her mouth and he laughs, quiet and warm.

They check places she's already been, in case her mother doubled back looking for her, and take detours so Celann can fumble to place newly acquired groceries in the bag beneath her, unwilling to hold her over the side with his axe and equally unwilling to put her down, awkwardly shifting her weight as she laughs at him. He's silly for buying such expensive things, she tells him, and he light heartedly tells her Skyrim is silly for not having the things he used to use in High Rock. The revelation he hasn't always lived in Skyrim excites her to no end, and the rest of the trip is a Q&A of the sort only a small child can provide.

He feels warm inside, in his chest, where usually he feels vaguely cold at best, and for a moment he's reluctant to relinquish her when they finally find her mother, guided by the sounds of panicked calls of her name. There's a fond sadness as he sets her down on the stones again, and the woman looks at him oddly for a moment before the look turns knowing, though he's sure the conclusion she reached is slightly off.

She quietly asks if her daughter reminds him of her. He stands there silently for a moment, looking down at the little girl as she rifles through the things her mother's found.

He tells her yes.

[lucksea]

if anyones curious abt Allegro Lore btw

[infizero]

every time i so much as think about that scene where light looks at porn magazines while scowling i go into hysterics its genuinely the funniest thing i've ever seen