#i really enjoyed answering those questions

[straylightdream]

beg for you

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kim mingyu x afb.reader x jeon wonwoo

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming soon for Wonwoo’s birthday

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut with a little plot, smut, roommates to lovers

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: teaser 980 full story 5k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cussing

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex and protected sex (mc is on birth control), soft dom wonwoo and mingyu, wonwoo is in charge even while the mc is with mingyu, voyerism, readers hands are bound, begging, cock drunk reader, use of lube, big dick wonwoo and even bigger dick mingyu, pussy streching, multiple positions, oral (female rec), hand job, fingering, pussy whipped mingyu, p in v intercourse, threesome, breast worship, nipple play, nicknames: Princess, good girl, baby (hers) baby (wonwoo)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw

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- PREVIEW -

You know when this day started you thought it was just going to be a normal Saturday. For once you finally got to sleep in. You were starting your day by having a cup of coffee and cooked yourself some bacon and eggs.

Sitting at the kitchen table in the little nook by the window, you scroll through your phone aimlessly. Wonwoo is sitting across from you working on his laptop and enjoying his favorite morning beverage, an americano.

Mingyu is nowhere to be seen. You assume your other roommate took an early morning trip to the gym. Him and Seungcheol often like meeting to work out.

The front door opens and sure enough, in walks Mingyu. He’s dressed in those god forsaken sweatpants he’s been wearing too often. The whole time you have lived with the two boys you have tried your hardest not to catch feelings for either of the boys. You thought you were doing a good job. Wonwoo and you were best friends and you knew you worked well as friends. Mingyu on the other hand was more of a problem. In recent months him and his wonderful grey sweatpants have been hunting your horny dream. This man is a giant and you can’t help but imagine, every part of him is huge. The issue is, his sweatpants do nothing to hide how big he is down below. Closing your eyes you tried to push away your indecent thoughts.

Mingyu walks over to the table almost frantically. He says your name, and you glance up at him. “Opinions on being tied to the bed?” You almost choke on your coffee. Mingyu decided to ask you this very blunt question out of nowhere. Wonwoo lets out a laugh looking up from his laptop. In the whole two years you have lived together you and Mingyu haven’t really spoken about your sex lives. Sure you and Wonwoo have talked about things of this nature. But Mingyu has always liked to keep this part of his life private. The whole time you have lived together he only brought one girl home, and oh god was she loud. Luckily your bedroom is near the kitchen. Wonwoo has the unfortunate luck of sharing a bedroom wall with Mingyu. This girl was so loud Wonwoo’s noise canceling headphones didn’t even help. About an hour into Mingyu's little sexual encounter, Wonwoo came to your room to sleep to attempt to escape the noise.

“Maybe, hello how are you? Or even I have a wild question I would like to ask?” Sitting your coffee down on the table.

“Hello my dear roommate. How are you?” He literally doesn’t even give you a second to answer. “Now, what do you think about being tied to the bed?” He’s calmed down, maybe a little, but not much.

“Like during sex?” Wonwoo lets out a snicker at your question.

“Obviously during sex.” Mingyu responses.

“Gyu why are you being weird?” Wonwoo closes his laptop.

“Cheol said I’m vanilla.” Bingo, we have a winner. Of course this conversation is all because of Seungcheol. Seungcheol and his god damn big mouth once again is causing chaos in your life. This is the same man that once had you jump into a pool naked to prove a point.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re asking our sweet roommate about being tied to a bed.”

“Cheol said girls normally like it when a man takes control.” Well it seems like Seungcheol has frazzled Mingyu, and now he’s a rambling mess. Next time you see Seungcheol you’re definitely going to yell at him. “He was telling me all about his girl he had sex with and tied to his bed. According to him she was crying and begging him to go harder.”

“Why are you listening to Cheol?” Wonwoo knows all too well that Seungcheol knows how to run his mouth.

“I don’t know.” He sighs, pulling out the chair and sitting down between you and Wonwoo.

“Have you ever had a girl complain?” Wonwoo has fully stepped into the conversation. You’re left silent, still in shock this conversation is even happening.

“No.” He sounds defeated.

“Dude, not all girls like to be dominated.” Wonwoo responded.

“Are you dominant in bed?”

Wonwoo sighs and leans back. “I wouldn’t say I’m a hard dom or anything like that. But I’m in charge in bed.” You definitely didn’t expect your breakfast conversation to consist of learning more about Wonwoo’s sex life.

“What about you did you want to be dominated?” Mingyu turns his attention back to you.

“I don’t want to be fully dominated or anything like that, but—“ You pause, you aren’t exactly sure how much of your sex life you want to share. “I like when whoever I’m with is in control.”

“Is our sweet girl a pillow princess?” Wonwoo is wearing a wicked grin. His words do something to you.

“I’m not a full blown pillow princess, but I like when a man is in control.”

The room feels suffocatingly small suddenly. You can feel Mingyu’s eyes burning into you. Your eyes haven’t left Wonwoo’s. Even behind his glasses you can feel him almost undressing you with his eyes.

“Maybe _____ can let you test out being in charge?” Wonwoo speaks, finally breaking the screaming loud silence.

“Wonwoo?” You say his name not even sure what you want to say. This whole situation feels crazy.

“What?” He tilts his head giving you a smirk.

Glancing over at Mingyu you see him blushing. It’s clear he definitely didn’t see the conversation going this way.

[4doras]

YOU'RE MY TROPHY "THE WAY THEY LOOKED AT ME MADE ME FORGET WHAT I WAS SAYING." *ੈ✩‧₊˚

genre. idol.maki x idol.reader, fluff, 1.1k

ꕤ. first maki fic >< thank you anon for requesting ♡ btw daechinso is that backstage interview on mcd with jaehyun and hanbin

you were backstage of mcountdown, about to do your interview with jaehyun and hanbin when you saw maki and nicholas. 

before the broadcast started, you tapped yunah on the shoulder, unsure if you guys were at the right spot. “are we supposed to be here? why’re other groups here too?” you could've sworn that your interview was today.  

more under the cut!

“didn’t they tell you? we’re doing a combined one this time.” no one told you a thing, all they said was that you had daechinso and that was it. “come, we have to be there soon.” she pulled your arm closer to the set. 

of course, you didn’t dislike either of them, but you weren’t prepared to be in the same room as maki. 

you’d known maki since the show that you both performed at last winter, where he somehow ended up stealing half your fries and then acting like you owed him an apology. you weren’t close per se, but you weren’t strangers either. the two of you were friendly enough to throw banter across a hallway, and maybe hold eye contact a little longer than necessary. 

and while all of that happened, you found yourself enjoying his presence in a way that was more than friendly. 

seeing him again wasn’t a surprise. but being stuck in the same room for a full hour on live broadcast? the future of your career flashed before your eyes. 

when you looked around the room, your eyes just so happened to land on maki. but it wasn’t long before you’re brought back to reality by yunah. 

“y/n, stop staring. if people catch you doing that, you’re getting into a scandal.” she whisper-shouted, warning you of what was coming. but it wasn’t your fault. he was the one wearing a jacket that looks like it was made just for him. “look, i know you think he’s hot or whatever, but you cannot be caught looking at him with those heart eyes.” 

all the crew slowly came into the room, and before you knew it, the red lights that read “LIVE BROADCAST” were glowing. 

the start went perfectly, you introduced your group and your recent comeback, and andteam did the same, but then they started asking questions about personal interests and that's when you knew it was over. 

“y/n, we heard that you actually like andteam a lot!” hanbin announced, glancing at you before turning to where nicholas and maki sat across the room. you didn’t need someone to tell you that your face was getting red, you could feel the red rushing to your head. 

you tried your best to keep away from the question, but this one was inevitable. as long as you played it cool, you could get out of this unscathed. 

“yeah, i’ve liked them since last year's winter performance.” you replayed your words in your head, thinking back to what you said to make sure you didn’t say anything dumb. 

“oh really?” nicholas leaned forward with interest. “who’s your favourite?” 

you looked at yunah before answering, hesitating to tell them the truth. “actually, maki is my bias.” immediately after answering, you hid your face in yunah’s shoulder. 

“did the producers set this up?” hanbin looked at the crew, face as shocked as everyone else. “makiii!” jaehyun dragged out his name in a sing-song voice. “you better thank y/n personally now.” he giggled at the coincidence. 

“thanks for picking me even if i took your food during the performance last winter.” maki said, dramatically putting his hand on his heart. “i’ll work extra hard to impress you now.” 

yunah nudged you, reminding you that you had to speak. “say something.” you opened your mouth, ready to say something – anything – but nothing came out. he was still looking at you. maki was still looking at you. your mind was a blank slate. no words, no thoughts, just him. 

your brain was busy trying to come up with a sentence. you needed to say something, anything. anything normal, that was. 

“haha… thanks,” you said, though it came out more like a squeak than anything else.

a beat of silence.

“that’s it?” hanbin asked, completely scandalized. “your bias swore to impress you for life and you hit him with a thanks?” jaehyun added, more distraught than maki himself. 

“let y/n breathe!” yunah said, laughing. “you guys are evil.” 

eventually, the teasing settled. the producers called for the next segment, giving everyone time to reset. but before you could escape, maki caught you before you turned away. 

“wait,” he said, still catching up to you. “did i push it too far? with the impressing stuff?” 

you shook your head quickly. “i mean, kinda, yeah. but it wasn’t bad kind of embarrassed” after all, it definitely could've been worse. 

he let out a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “so you really meant it, huh?” he took the hint, from your furrowed brows, you didn’t know what he was talking about. “what you said during the interview,” maki clarified. “that i’m your bias.”

“yeah,” you thought for a moment, “is that weird for you?” was it weird that your favourite member was the one you were closest to? 

“oh, no, don’t worry.” he paused before continuing. “hey, after that winter performance, i started noticing things. like how you always avoid looking at me, or how you remember random stuff i say and bring it up weeks later.” 

a puzzled expression crossed your face. “what’re you trying to say?” 

he shook his head, “forget it,” now he was looking right at you. “i like you, y/n.” he added, a bit quieter this time, “you don’t have to say anything. i just… wanted you to know.” 

you stared at him, heart racing like you were still on camera. but no one was around, it was just you and maki, the maki who you spent the week with while rehearsing the show last year. 

“i wasn’t planning on telling you, but since you did – i like you too, maki.” 

“really?” his eyes widened slightly, for only a second, before a grin broke across his face. 

“mhm,” you nodded your head. 

and for once, you and maki had a serious moment, the type of ones that were in books. 

“good luck on your performance later,” he smiled, “i hope you win.” he held your face in his hands. it was sudden, no warning, no pause to ask – just the press of his lips against yours. 

even if you didn’t win the trophy, you won maki’s heart, and that was worth more than any trophy.

perm taglist. @jellyouse

[yurrrsssss-ghoul]

I gotta ask where do you find all this Damian hate or Talia hate cus I personally haven't seen any. My tumblr experience in this fandom has been over all positive. Everyone I've seen seems to like every character. I have came into with hate about any character actually when I think about it. Genuine question. So where are you guys getting all this from? Cus from my perspective it looks like you guys are looking for it.

Oh! And always I don't understand the hate for wfa. It think it's cute and fun but I understand it's not everyone's cup it's just the energy gives that you wouldn't like me because I like it...

(you came across my fyp and I got curious that's all this really is. Not trying to be rude I promise.)

Hi!

This is going to be a long post, so scroll down for the short answer.

First thing you need to know about me, I am a huge al-Ghul Family fan! I prefer Damian to the rest of the Batkids, Talia to Bruce and Ra's to any other characters. Second thing you need to know is that these characters, unfortunately, are often used as props to upvote other characters in one way or another, even at the cost of their own character assassination.

One thing I'd like to clarify, I do not actively seek out anti or hate comment of my fav characters--- in fact, I actively stay away from any variations of 'Bad mom Talia al-Ghul' or 'anti Damian' or 'Creepy Ra's al-Ghul', etc. etc. across any medias (tumblr, Twitter, ao3, TikTok). As we all find out later, everyone has a way of putting those kinds of element in any other tags.

The following examples I've provided are solely for illustrative purposes only. I do not condone harassments of any kind, and I do not encourage anyone to find these people unless you enjoy the kinds of contents that they produce:

As you may have realized, these aren't necessarily hate content, just people butchering my favorite characters for their blorbos to hug.

The first three images are being joking that Ra's would get on one knees for Tim, making Damian the butt of the joke, etc. The fourth picture is just?? Impromptu tag because why is Talia in it even though it's specifically about Bruce and Selina? Is she the ex? What.

This is literally a response from my own post where I make a satirical joke. Like. They come to my blog.

I applaud you for being able to curate your own internet experiences according to your preference, however it's a bit difficult for people who likes characters that are, for whatever reason, the punching bags for the fandom's favorite. The cause of trauma, as you will.

I can't escape it, because it's a popular notion that the al-Ghuls are the bane of everyone's existence within DC fandom spaces. That Talia drugged and raped Bruce (retconned), that she sleeps with Jason (also retconned), that Ra's is insane about Tim and obsessed with him (he talks to him, like, twice) and Damian is a feral Arab child that needed to be civilized.

I could scroll TikTok, came across a video that featured Talia in it, and the comments are filled to the brim with people saying bs like, "Remember when she SA'd Bruce?" or "Errmmmm do people forget that she cracks Jason like???". I decided to expand my repertoire and check the tags that aren't exclusively 'Damian Wayne-Centric' on ao3, and two scrolls in that boy was being put at the stake for being Robin or leaving Robin. Ra's al-Ghul is the victim of his own tags.

Regarding WFA, I have a sort of mixed-feelings about it; don't get me wrong, I recognize that comic to be fandom-pilled than it is a canon material. To me, WFA is as canon as 'Nothing Butt Nightwing' comic, or even Harley's Scratch and Sniff comic.

It's there for people in the fandom to enjoy, but not much of a canon material that you can refer to when discussing the depth of a character--- however, it's still not free from criticism as it also convey certain messages, and it's particularly bad considering that most (if not all) new fans either stayed loyal to that comic or only read WFA.

WFA is a comic that specifically made to indulge the fans, a complete fan-service if I ever see one, where they delve into popular tropes being thrown around in the fandom so they can garner more viewers.

Again, at the great cost of my favorite characters being butchered.

For example, episode 13 of WFA: Stupid Traditions.

Because of course, why would Talia who gave Damian Goliath (and should be canon in universe considering Goliath has made a few appearance in WFA) allowed Damian to have pets? Why would she allowed him to form meaningful connections with lowly beings like animals, even though both came from LoA who's notoriously known to be an eco-terrorist organization that protects the environment and whatnot? Preposterous!

I know it's not exactly an attempt of butchering Talia, but it's the implication. The sub context. Readers are meant to read that and goes, "Oh, poor Damian! He doesn't know how his birthdays should be celebrated because of his evil Arab family! Thank God his good white family is here to save him and lets him behave like a child that he should be!".

But in canon, this is how Damian's birthdays were celebrated when he was at the Waynes:

Either alone or Bruce flat out forgot.

It's the same element when Damian suddenly told Lizzie that Ra's used to lock him in a box without food and water and left him in the desert for seven days in the Trinity Special.

It's meant to invoke some sort of reaction from the readers without no real thoughts being put to consider how this might affect Ra's image and character as a whole. It particularly sucked considering this comic was written by Tom King. A.k.a the war criminal.

I've had similar conversations with many people asking why I hate characters like Tim Drake so much, and my answer is the same; I don't. I enjoy his character, but it's how people characterize him that made me annoyed. Not to mention how, again, my favs are butchered and assassinated to smithereens for him, and I suppose it's the same thing with WFA as well.

People who exclusively read WFA believes that it's canon, thus creating a problem where they thought fanon things are canon, even though it really isn't. They advocate that it's canon and they choose to disregard the actual canon materials, saying that the BatFam is this cool, loving bunch when these mfs cannot be in the same room without blood being shed.

Still, it's cool if you like it. I just wouldn't recommend it to other people, especially new fans, as their first comic.

TLDR; No, I didn't actively seek out hate content of my favs. Them being the universe punching bag is just a popular trope to curate the 'bohoo this poor white man' content, so I can't exactly escape it. No, I don't hate WFA, I just don't like it much. I can enjoy the Slice of Life but ehh. Don't treat it as canon or become your basis understanding of the characters and their relationships with other people, because it's inaccurate.

[orellazalonia]

May I request s fic of femteen reader x the avengers and she has ocd (not the cleaning kind, she likes threes and can't step on lines if does has to Pat head 3 times) ❤️❤️❤️

Hello there! Since I do not have OCD, I did my best to try and create scenarios to reflect your request. I remember I used to love reading the teen!reader x Avengers fics when I was younger, so this was also fun to complete! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!!!

Watching Over You

Summary: You never expected to fit in with the Avengers, but they learned your ways without demanding explanations; adapting to your quiet, your patterns, and the way you moved through the world. (Avengers x teen!reader)

Word Count: 1.3k+

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You weren’t exactly part of the team. Not officially. Not like the others with codenames and backstories.

You were… around.

Sometimes that meant helping Bruce recalibrate things in the lab with Peter while the latter talked too fast and handed you snacks without looking. Other times it meant dragging a beanbag into the corner of the common room and watching movies you didn’t pick, staying quiet even when you hated the noise.

They didn’t mind that you didn’t talk much. Or that you didn’t laugh when Sam made jokes about Cap’s age. Or that you always sat on the fourth stair going up even if you had to count and move again to get it right.

You liked corners. Rooms with even lighting. People who didn’t point out the small things you did to feel okay. You liked structure, even if you didn’t explain it out loud. You were used to people not getting it. But here, they didn’t press.

For example, most mornings, you found the kitchen before Sam did. You liked it best before the rest of the Compound woke up, before Tony came in humming to his own brilliance, or Steve started rearranging mugs by "functionality" instead of color. At six a.m., the world belonged to no one, and you liked that.

You sat at the table with a book you weren’t really reading, tracing the corner of the page but not folding it. You didn’t like the idea of a permanent bend.

When Sam walked in, he didn’t comment on the early hour or your bare feet on the chair. He just muttered something about “blessed caffeine” and moved toward the machine like it owed him a favor. He didn’t ask you anything. Not even “how are you,” which you appreciated because those kinds of questions never had short answers.

He poured his coffee and sat across from you like it was just another Tuesday.

“Want some tea or hot chocolate or something?” He offered, already halfway out of his seat.

You shook your head. You liked the quiet too much.

He nodded and settled back down, sipping his drink and scrolling through his phone with the kind of energy that said I’m awake but barely. A few minutes passed in that soft silence.

“You always sit in this chair?” He asked eventually, not in a suspicious way, more like someone noticing the weather.

“Yeah,” You said, then paused. “It’s the best one.”

“Fair,” He said with a slight grin. “It doesn’t squeak like mine.”

That was it. That was the whole conversation. No probing. No judgment. Just a shared moment in the corner of a too-big kitchen.

And the next morning, he didn’t take your chair. He didn’t even glance at it. He just came in, nodded like he was greeting a coworker on shift, and sat across from you again.

You found you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind him.

But he wasn’t the only one who learned more about your ways.

You weren’t sure when it started happening. You started noticing little shifts in the way the Compound breathed when you walked through it.

Like how Steve started greeting you with a simple nod instead of a cheerful “Good morning” that used to make your chest tighten. Or how Natasha stopped patting your shoulder in passing, because she noticed you’d flinch just slightly every time. She never asked why. She just… didn’t do it anymore.

You noticed their efforts. You noticed everything.

For example, Wanda was different. She didn’t stop certain things, but she started asking. “Can I sit with you?” “Is this too loud?” “Do you want to leave?”

She didn’t take offense if the answer was no or if you didn’t answer at all. She just nodded and adapted. You liked Wanda. She wore her grief gently and gave you space to carry yours however you needed.

Meanwhile, Clint was unpredictable, but oddly safe. He made dumb jokes and stood in doorways like he was half ready to leave, but when you talked, really talked which was rare, he listened with all his attention on you, like your words were codes to be cracked. One afternoon, he brought you three flavors of the same brand of granola bar and just left them on the counter.

No note or anything. You stared at them for ten minutes. Then chose the middle one. He never said a word, but the next time he went shopping, the middle flavor was stocked in the pantry for you.

And then there was Bucky.

He was hard to read at first. He was quiet in a way that felt different from your quiet. Not shy, not small. More like… weighed down. Like he was carrying a version of himself he didn’t always want to be near.

You didn’t try to talk to him. You figured he liked his silence uninterrupted.

But one evening, when you found yourself frozen in the hallway, foot hovering mid-step because there was a jagged crack that interrupted the tile pattern, it was Bucky who found you.

He didn’t say anything. Just glanced down, saw the line, and waited.

You didn’t move yet, couldn’t. So he stepped forward and stood beside you, not touching, just present. And after a moment, he casually lifted his foot and stepped over the crack.

You followed. Heart pounding, but safe.

That was it. He walked with you the rest of the way to the common room like nothing had happened. He even tossed you the remote when you sat down, like you were just another person choosing the movie.

After that, Bucky never rushed or walked ahead of you. Not in hallways, not when getting off the elevator. Instead, he matched your pace, even if it slowed or paused.

Sometimes you caught him watching you. Not in a suspicious way. More like… someone reading an unfamiliar book, not wanting to miss the meaning between the lines.

However, Tony was the last to figure you out.

To his credit, he tried. But at first it was with too much noise, too many “funny” nicknames and sudden gifts and offers to build you “a robot that tells people to leave you alone.”

You flinched. Not because of him, exactly, but just the way he stormed into rooms like he expected the universe to revolve or get out of his way.

You avoided his lab for a while. It was cluttered, confusing, and loud.

Until one day, you passed by and noticed something different. There was a space in the lab that looked like a lounge area, surprisingly tidy with three bean bag chairs and a few other items to decorate the cozy-looking space.

You paused, confused. Tony caught the hesitation.

“Thought you might like it,” He said casually, eyes on a tablet. “Three’s a good number, yeah?”

You nodded.

He didn’t grin or tease. Just flicked a switch and dimmed the lights slightly. “Stay or don’t. Your call.”

You stayed. You didn’t talk much. Just sat and listened to the soft hum of tech and watched him work. And when he offered you a headphones, not to listen to anything but just to block out the sound, you accepted.

Even though he never really asked what you needed, he kept an eye on your purchase history and started leaving some of your preferred comfort items out and available if you ever dropped by.

And overtime time, you stopped bracing yourself in doorways. You didn’t have to map escape routes every time you entered a room. You still had your habits. You still tapped things three times, sometimes more. Still couldn’t explain why your chest felt like it might collapse when your shoelaces weren’t even.

But you weren’t made to feel broken for it.

They never told you to stop. They never criticized you, thought you were weird, or teased you about any of it either. They simply watched, learned, and adjusted.

[vegaseatsass]

Hey friend! Loving all your revenged love posts and tags on gifset, you have such a good read of the characters and plot!

I was wondering if you wanted to talk some more about Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng attraction over the good boys being such gremlin manipulators. You've said it a bunch across posts, but it's been two days since ep 7 and 8.

Do you have additional thoughts? Because I got one would love to read whatever thesis you are cooking up.

I wish I had the ability to put all four of them under a microscope to figure out what the hell is their problem, but it's also such fun watching them be so disfunctional.

Also I haven't read the novel but I'm itching for Guo Chengyu and XiaoShuai plot to start. I need to see them both con each other into a corner, hurt each other then fix themselves. Pretty please 🥺.

So um... What do you want to discuss?

Hello!!! Thank you for enjoying my Revenged Love rambling, I am so grateful that we're all in the snakeboy stew together!! I would loveeee to discuss Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu and their attraction to sweet-looking men who play games with their hearts and minds. I think there's a lot going on there and some of it is mirrored in both of them and some of it is distinct.

Like, both of them are to some extent bored predators in their sexual exploits, especially for the past 6 years. Instead of fixing what went completely wrong between them, they've been using meaningless sex with other people as a fucked up currency for rivalry/connection. Chengyu's attitude towards snakes as described by Xiaoshuai in episode 8 I feel is, in some ways, Chi Cheng & Chengyu's shared attitude to sexual partners: whoever they fuck is just there for the ChiGuo PVP battles that Chengyu always loses, and for Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu's predatory, selfish, unaccountable pleasure, but not for connection and meaning or humanity in their own right. I def have soooo many questions about Guo Chengyu's side of it and whether he did originally try to fill that void with real relationships before he acclimated to the idea that any boy he kisses or dates was getting passed to Chi Cheng like money towards his debt, OR if he set out to "fix" things by arranging this dynamic for them in the first place, lmao. Either way, it's really obvious to me that Chi Cheng on the other hand has been Dead Inside since Wang Shuo, chasing his pleasure mindlessly without questioning how completely empty and pointless it all feels - or how many people he hurts in the process, because he just does not fucking care anymore.

So tl;dr but I think one of the most fundamental answers to why they're into Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai making things incredibly fucking hard for them, is "boredom" lol. Predators who mindlessly catch and eat prey and there's no thrill of the chase anymore, coming up against men who actually play with them right back.

This is kind of what Wu Suowei clocked about Guo Chengyu the first time he watched him with Dr. Jiang, which prompted his request for mentorship: that making things hard/confusing for men like this is how to keep their interest. Once you hook them with the thrill of the chase, you force them to actually pay attention to you and want to know you, which is more than could be said for what either of them was doing with their partners for the past six years.

I think there's more to it than that though!! We know Chi Cheng is a snake lover to his core and that's one of my favorite elements of this relationship. Chi Cheng genuinely, earnestly loves what makes snakes snakes. I am no expert on snakes or what makes a snake lover so delighted by them, but the danger, the ability to shed their skin (thinking of how many transformations Wu Suowei goes through in those first few episodes, showing up with glasses and a new side part to take Chi Cheng to piano concerts he's visibly bored by), the coldbloodedness and apparent indifference even as they wrap themselves around you (to strike), and the overall inscrutability are all pretty essential Snake Traits that are also Wu Suowei Traits. Imo, discovering a human can interest and delight him the same way snakes do has turned Chi Cheng's entire world on its head.

Guo Chengyu, meanwhile, sees snakes as snakes. A means to an end. Pawns for trade and battle with Chi Cheng. He does not love them with the depth of enthusiasm that Chi Cheng does. I'm not even clear on if he likes them at all or if this is just one more hobby he's adopted to stay close to Chi Cheng without addressing anything real.

But there's something in that which I think taps into the inner conflict he's going to have with Jiang Xiaoshuai as well! He is so drawn to him from their first meeting, so immediately attached to being coldly rejected and shut down by this guy, and I think that's sincere. But the way Guo Chengyu EXPLAINS it to himself is, "wow imagine him treating Chi Cheng this way. OH I would like to see it". SOBS like he is so completely acclimated to his fucked up status quo with Chi Cheng that when he meets someone fun and interesting and hot he can only explain that feeling to himself as a desire to pick a boy who, when he passes him to Chi Cheng, will make things fun and interesting hot to observe from the outside.

So like for Guo Chengyu I think some of this is realizing that his snakeboy is not just a snake, a piece of currency he can pass to Chi Cheng as easily as he passed that snake to Jiang Xiaoshuai when he asked. Some part of him is already realizing this for sure - his reaction in his confrontation with Wu Suowei is such a tell:

(gif by @usertoxicyaoi)

But since he followed that up with more manipulation lmao, he definitely still has work to do acknowledging his feelings for Xiaoshuai as his own, and decoupling how he proceeds from whatever he's up to in his long game with Chi Cheng.

But if he's not a Real Snake Fan (can't even name 10 of their albums!) in the first place, what IS it about Jiang Xiaoshuai that is so immediately appealing to him?

I definitely have been assuming that first surge of interest in the doctor when their first, like, 10 interactions were Xiaoshuai shutting him down, ruthlessly, are in part transference from how Chi Cheng treats him that he's started to crave. Chi Cheng continually rejects him and refuses to admit that Chengyu still matters to him, but doesn't cut him out of his life completely and lets him stay by his side as long as it's in their insane dance of snake battles and boy trading. So I have always believed he's so used to that as his closest relationship that the idea of using his wits and wiles to pursue a hot guy who treats him coldly and ruthlessly appeals to same part of him that keeps chasing Chi Cheng - like if he can win over Jiang Xiaoshuai, it will soothe the part of him that has failed to win back his best friend lol.

And being around snakes and snakey people also helps Chengyu feel close to Chi Cheng in general, so there's that aspect of transference too. But I also think that while Jiang Xiaoshuai is incredibly cold to him at first, and honestly more closed off and callous than he presents himself - like he has this warm doctor facade and he's ALWAYS helping people, but he does it without letting his own heart get exposed at all; he is absolutely emotionally shut down behind the gentle mask - there is a real underlying sweetness that Chengyu is instinctively drawn to and eager to draw out. Because, you know. He's a Fake Snake Fan and what he really longs for is connection. Of course, he only knows how to chase that connection in his own predatory, serpentine way, but I think he won't be satisfied til he gets to the warmbloodedness beneath Jiang Xiaoshuai's icy chill. Whereas Chi Cheng just likes everything he sees of Wu Suowei, fullstop, and can connect to him deeply and fully AS a snakeboy. The reward of having this snakeboy warm to him and choose him is like the reward of Xiaocubao Choosing him, but he doesn't need the snake to love him to love the snake (even if he desperately, desperately wants it to).

I hope that made some sense, it is as usual SO VERY NEEDLESSLY LONG but yeah I would love to put the four of these men under a microscope and study them too, I cannot get enough!!!

[late-to-the-party-81]

Tangled Desires - Ch1

AN: When I saw the pictures of Seb for the L’Officiel Malaysia x Cartier I knew it was time to return to the world of Good Graces and our Older Reader x Ex’s Best Friend Bucky, and by adding in Hot Bucky Summer by @buckybarnesevents, we have a FIVE part sequel. This first part covers the week 5 prompt - Cock Worship. The story picks up immediately after the end of Good Graces

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Summary: After your unplanned tryst with your ex-husband’s best friend, in your pantry no less, the pair of you arrange a proper date.

“I’m paying, sweetheart, so if you want the foie gras, followed by the lobster and a bottle of champagne to wash it down, that’s what you’ll get.”

“What about dessert,” you ask breathlessly, a little stunned and wide-eyed by his firm, commanding tone.

“Well I was thinking that if you still want dessert when we get to the end of our meal, we could have it back at my place?”

You almost ask for the check then and there.

Relationship: Ex’s Best Friend Bucky Barnes x Older Single Mom Reader

Word Count: 2k

CW: Flirting, Developing relationship, dating, Explicit Sexual Content, Cock Worship, Blow Job, implied sexual content.

In the end you don’t sneak out of there, as tempting as it would be. Instead you just enjoy a few more toe curling kisses before you convince him to head out the door. You’ve just managed to close it and head back to the kitchen when Gabi appears from the garden, carrying a handful of rainbow decorations. She stops in her tracks when she sees you walk back in, looking you up and down with wide eyes, before gasping.

“Girl, you didn’t?” she questions despite being almost 100% of the answer.

“Girl, I did!” you confirm immediately.

You cover your mouth and dissolve into a fit of the giggles.

When the next morning comes you’re wondering if you’d dreamed  the events of the previous afternoon. It just seems so surreal. Things like this don’t happen to suburban single moms, unless it’s in a Hallmark movie and last you checked you weren’t a fictional character.

You’re attempting to clear up the last of the party detritus – seriously, where were you going to keep these decorations? – and coax the twins down from their toy induced high when your phone chimes with an incoming text. You pick it up, expecting something from Gabi, or maybe one of the parents from those invited yesterday, but it’s an unknown number.

“Hey sweetheart, I really enjoyed meeting you yesterday (if you couldn’t tell) and was wondering if I could take you out on a date sometime?”

“It’s Bucky, by the way.”

You gnaw at your lower lip to stop your mouth spreading into a broad grin.

“A date could be nice. But how did you get my number?”

“From Lee’s phone. I can be resourceful when I want to get to know a person better.”

“I thought we got to know each other pretty well, yesterday. What else is there to find out?”

“Lots of things. Your favourite colour. Your favourite food. What you sound like when you come and you’re not trying to be quiet…”

God, the man’s a menace. Your face is on fire and your imagination’s racing.

“I’ll see what I can do about a sitter and get back to you?”

“I can’t wait.”

The following Friday rolls around and you really can’t believe this is happening. You’ve known Bucky less than a week and you’re going out on a proper, grown-up date with him. Gabi hadn’t hesitated to watch the kids for you, even going as far as saying they could have a sleepover at her house, so you could stay out as late as you wanted, that last past accompanied with a theatrical wink.

When the taxi pulls up outside the restaurant Bucky picked, you exit it and nervously smooth out invisible wrinkles from your dress, hoping that it doesn’t look too out of style. It’s been a while since you’d bought any items that were suitable for this sort of thing. This dress, like several others, has been sitting in the back of the wardrobe for goodness knows how long.

You look around and spot Bucky leaning nonchalantly against the wall by the doors, his hands in his suit jacket pockets. He looks stunning in rust coloured two piece with a white shirt and burgundy tie and you can’t believe that someone as handsome as him is interested in someone like you. His eyes lock with yours a few seconds later and he pushes away from the wall with one foot and approaches you, grinning. He dips and brushes his lips over your cheek and you swear your heart skips a beat. 

“Hey there, beautiful.”

“Hey, yourself,” you parrot back, feeling a little tongue-tied. “I’m not late, am I?”

He gently takes your arm and threads it through the crook of his and leads you back to the door. “Not at all. I got here early because I didn’t want you to have to wait around for me if you also got here early.” Reaching the door, he pulls it open and stands to the side to let you through as your arm slips free.

“Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“Always, until you don’t want me to be,” he jokes right back, a devilish glint in his eye, and it’s all you can do to suppress the frisson of electricity that judders down your spine.

Your mutual flirting is halted by the presence of the maître 'd, but you don’t pull back when Bucky twines the fingers of his left hand with your right as you’re led to your table.

Once you’re seated, you have to admit that this place is perfect for a date. The lighting is subtle – not too bright, but not so dark that you can’t see your companion clearly – and the background music is just loud enough to register without intruding. You do let out a small gasp when you open the menu and see the prices, but Bucky seems to immediately understand the cause of your noise of discomfort and hooks a finger over the edge of the leather, pulling it down so he can see you properly.

“I’m paying, sweetheart, so if you want the foie gras, followed by the lobster and a bottle of champagne to wash it down, that’s what you’ll get.”

“What about dessert,” you ask breathlessly, a little stunned and wide-eyed by his firm, commanding tone.

“Well I was thinking that if you still want dessert when we get to the end of our meal, we could have it back at my place?”

You almost ask for the check then and there. However, it’s been longer than you care to remember since you were last on a date and you want to enjoy the whole experience. Unsurprisingly, Bucky is the perfect companion. He’s witty and charming, drawing you into a conversation that you have as much to contribute to as he does. He does ask you about your favourite colour and your favourite meal. The twinkle in his eyes tells you he intends to find out the answer to his third question before the end of the evening and to be honest, you can’t wait.

You fall backwards as the door opens behind you, and it’s only due to your multiple points of contact with Bucky – both your hands, one of his and both your lips – that you don’t fall to the floor. It’s so comical, so cliche, that you start to giggle, feeling for all the world like you’re twenty – thirty – years younger. It doesn’t stop you, though. You’re feeling feral, exactly like you were last week.

Your fingers slip open the single button holding his jacket closed before you slide your hands up his chest and push the expensive feeling fabric from his shoulder to land, immediately forgotten on the floor. You kick off your shoes as you work on the much smaller buttons of his shirt, your arms bumping against his as he works on his belt. As he pulls the leather free of his pants, you change tack to fight with the zipper on the back of your dress, half wondering if there’s a way you can get naked and hide your soft stomach at the same time. However, from the corner of your eye you see him kick his removed pants to the side and you stop in your tracks.

Because he’s so fucking beautiful you don’t think you can breathe.

He’s on one leg, lifting up his foot to remove a sock when he notices your stillness. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You shake your head and worry at your lower lip, and close the distance, your half undone dress forgotten. With your hands resting on his pecs, you gently push him until his back hits the wall. He regards you, eyes dark as you trail your fingers over the firm muscles, before circling each nipple, watching them pucker. You move them lower, down his abs, and follow the trail of hair until it disappears under his boxers, the fabric stretched over his length.

Pressing even closer, your body flush to his, you place your lips to the fluttering pulse point on his throat and then use them to duplicate the trail you’d just made with your fingers. However, this time, when you reach the waistband of his boxers, you don’t stop. You map out the length of him, covered in soft cotton, with your mouth.

There’s a thunk which you guess is the sound of Bucky’s head hitting the wall, followed by an uttered ‘Fuck!’, and your lips curve into a smile.

When you discover a small wet patch near the top of the distended fabric you suck on it, and by extension the tip of his cock, drawing a deep groan from Bucky’s lips. You savour the flavour of him, before deciding you want more and you pull back to tug down the sodden fabric and get your first real look at his cock.

Before now you would have subscribed to the idea that once you’ve seen one cock, you’ve seen them all, and that they’re really not very attractive parts of the male body, but you couldn’t seem to look away. You must have been silent and staring for too long, because Bucky lets out a little cough from above you and you look up.

“You alright there, sweetheart?”

“I’m gonna be asking you that in a few minutes,” you smirk back as you wrap your right hand around him and use your left to cradle his balls.

Gently, you stroke him a few times, feeling him under your hand before you press your lips to the base of his shaft. You repeat your mouthing action from earlier, moving upwards, but before you reach the tip of him you drop back down and lick a stripe from bottom to top. Bucky’s hands fly to your head with a hiss, but he doesn’t try to control your movements. 

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asks, evident strain in his voice.

“Not yet,” you murmur. 

You remove your right hand and, keeping eye contact with him, you lick your palm before you start stroking him again.

“Jesus–”

“Don’t blaspheme,” comes your trite response, but Bucky doesn’t get the chance to make a follow-up quip because at that moment you take him into your mouth and all that comes out of his is a whimper. God, the thrill that runs through you at that.

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and then slip the tip of your tongue into his slit. Then, feeling emboldened, you take a deep breath and slide down as far down as you can while remaining comfortable. All the while, Bucky mutters under his breath and lets out the most amazing noises, especially when you suck on each of his balls in turn. You’ve never really been one to go this overboard on a blowjob in the past, but something about this situation – something about Bucky – feels different.

When he stutters out “Sweetheart, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” you double down, massaging the underside of his cock with your tongue. Your ears are filled by the sound of your blood pounding in your ears and Bucky’s imaginative swear words as he comes down down your throat, unable to stop himself from jerking his hips. Finally he stills, gasping loudly, and you stand up, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. He looks at you, eyes glazed, before tugging you to him and kissing you deeply. The thought that he can taste himself on your tongue, but at worst he doesn’t care, does something to you and it’s your turn to whine.

Breaking the kiss, Bucky steps back, pulls off his one remaining sock and his boxers that had been caught around his ankles, and then spins you so he can pull on your half undone zip, making your dress finally pool at your feet. He’s back to kissing you in an instant, walking you backwards through his apartment at the same time, until you fall down onto what you guess is his bed. He crawls up over you, nipping over your jaw and throat, his hand stroking over your stomach before you can even get self conscious about the wobble of it and the marks that criss-cross it.

“Relax baby,” he purrs. “It’s your turn to be worshipped, and when I’ve done that – got you mewling and shaking under me and I’ve finally unlocked the mystery of how you sound – I’m gonna fuck you until you don’t even know your name.”

Chapter 2

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[nimskull]

This is random but hear me out , what do you think date everything characters think of post-sex w reader to fall asleep? I’ve been asking this question to ppl a lot as a fun convo and most people say they think of songs , count their blessings , or plan their day tomorrow There’s so much things they could think about I wanted to hear different opinions (if you could focus this on the female characters I’d eat that up

Oooo, this is a fun question to answer! I unfortunately haven't had played many of the female characters routes aside from Fantina and a lil bit of Shelley (I haven't finished her route so bare with me if she seems a bit out of character), but I'll do my best to answer for those two in particular!

For Fantina I honestly think she would be basking in the afterglow of it all. Her thoughts in particular are a bit scattered but she's probably thinking about how lucky she is to have someone like you and just enjoying your presences. One thing I think is really cute that she would do is press her ear to your chest to listen to your heart beat. Like a lullaby just for her, y'know?

For Shelley I think she'd be thinking about how to spend the day with you tommorow is gonna be like a lil bit? I think she'd be more caught up in the moment of relaxing with you rather than having any coherent thoughts. As long as she has you in her strong arms, she leaves any troubling thoughts that would usually linger aside in favor of your warm embrace and sleep.

Hopefully this answers the question! Sorry I don't have many things to say abt the women characters in game just yet, I'm still making my way thru the game! ^^;

[perfctvelvet]

Olivia Rodrigo getting off stage and fucking reader, she looked so hot at Glastonbury

Pairing: Olivia Rodrigo/Reader

Summary: Hours after one of the biggest nights of her life, Olivia only wants to celebrate with her girl. Content: 2nd POV, established relationship, pure smut, strap-on sex (reader receiving). minors dniA/N: Really trying to get back into writing so this isn't my best but enjoy :)

The adrenaline that pumped through her veins didn't stop once she stepped off the stage. Olivia's skin was sticky from sweat after hours of those stage lights beating down on her and her ears rang from all the noise. When she finally took her in-ears out she heard everyone calling her name. A sea of thousands of people chanting 'Olivia' in unison, but it didn't come close to the melodic way her name slipped out of your mouth.

"O-Oh shit! Oh fuck Livvy..."

Your face is planted into the bed with your ass up in the air and it's like no matter how hard you grab at the sheets, your grip keeps slipping. Olivia had her strap buried deep inside of you. If it wasn't for the lust that clouded your mind, you'd question how she was able to still have enough energy after the performance she gave tonight.

"Glastonbury was the biggest night of my career, but it won't be the best until I get you back to the hotel."

Her friends wanted to celebrate, but her idea of celebrating was reminding you why you love to scream her name like those thousands of people.

Her fingers dig into your hips, leaving her mark on your body. Olivia watches your ass slap against her thighs in a hypnotic dance. In and out. In and out. She stares as you take every single inch she has to give you in that dripping pussy of yours. You were never shy about admitting that seeing her on that stage, seeing her own it, turned you on. The sheer raw power of her performance and how she gave it her all could be compared to her performance in the bedroom.

"Take it all pretty girl," her voice is almost a whisper, throat raspy from singing her heart out, but that won't stop her from spewing filth. "I want everyone to hear you falling apart for me."

You moan her name like a starstruck fan. The admiration you have for her shows in how you beg for her to keep fucking you to reach a high that could match the glorious feeling Olivia felt on that stage. Your tits swing with every thrust, nipples grazing the sheets beneath you for extra pleasure. Not a single thought rolled in your head as Olivia angled herself to hit that spot that makes your toes curl and eyes water. You don't know how long you'll be able to last. Olivia, however, doesn't seem keen on slowing down. In fact she begins to fuck you at a punishing pace while the tip of her strap nudges against your spot.

"My own personal fangirl to fuck whenever I want...how do you like that, Y/n?" She asks as if you'd be able to answer. All you can do is whine which makes her smirk and tease you. "Aww, pretty baby can't get a word out. You're actin' all tired as if you were on that stage tonight."

She was taunting you to coax that sweet praise out of your mouth. Olivia was a sucker for the way you fawned over her after a show. Tonight was no different. However it was hard to find the words when she was relentlessly fucking into you.

"If you want to cum Y/n, you gotta tell me."

A whine of displeasure escaped from your throat because you knew when Olivia said something like that she meant it. It wasn't just a few words to make it seem like she was teasing you, it was a promise. Everything you wanted to say was on the tip of your tongue, but you were too embarrassed about how you would sound. Broken voice or not, Olivia had heard it all which is why she didn't take too kindly to you ignoring her. Her hips began to slow down and her thrusts quickly became shallow. It took you a few passing moments to realize what was happening and you were reaching back at her to pull her back into you fully.

"No...please!"

"No what?"

You let out another whine, but after your orgasm was thwarted by her slowing down you really didn't give a damn about how you sounded.

"Please don't stop! Don't pull out Livvy!"

That voice and the name she loves to hear you say in bed made her cave. Olivia was back to that rough pace, fucking your dripping cunt until you were tightening around her strap. You fell apart so quickly that she almost laughed at you. So pathetic and so sweet, just for her.

[kameyyy]

jeans guy can see himself out

[syncopatedid]

The last episode of Orb: On the movements of the Earth got me yelling "WHAT" like three times out loud but what does this all meaaaaaaaaaaan?????? I must admit the final end did petter out softly rather than on a high, but it was expected in that we all kind of sensed there was no way the show could possibly outpeak Nowak's arc. The epilogue tied up the remaining loose end that's followed us for the entirety of the show, but we're now left with more questions that we have no answers for, and that irony/running theme is most certainly not lost on me. Well played, show, well played.

[elizabethshaw]

trying to work out what exactly was going on in 73 yards

[hewhobreathesfire]

I'm not afraid to admit I cried a little bit when I was laying on the sidewalk temporarily stunned. and I kept crying while speed walking to the bus stop a few blocks away. that shit hurt so bad, on top of an already miserable morning.

[vulpinesaint]

so awesome i love when characters have reputations. in nenneke’s temple reading the published works of dandelion and essi daven my favorite poets 🖤🖤

[pennyserenade]

i love erik lehnsherr’s energy. it’s so ridiculous the way he gives his pacifist boyfriend puppy dog eyes before he proceeds to commit several different war crimes. like sorry babe, i have to commit murder upon these people </3

[mymp3]

I had a lot of the same issues with reload as I see you’re having, and I do think most of it is from the new team’s inexperience. They’re trying to recreate a game that made very purposeful decisions in its mechanics and cutscenes without understanding why those decisions were made, which really undermines the experience.

If the team had more experience under their belt, or had full creative decision on an entirely new game, I feel like they could make a really good game! Reload is not that though.

I completely agree anon. It's a shame too, because it's not an awful game, just a different one. I wish they hadn't tried to recreate FES as a test project on a shoestring budget when it was literally the benchmark for our modern Persona games. It changed so much, it's iconic, a cult classic.

I really wish they wouldn't have lied about not planning EpiAi beforehand so they could cover the fact that the game doesn't look all too good. I wish they hadn't charged $200 for an "Aigis Edition" and not include the dlc. I wish they hadn't sanitized and scrubbed the game about death and grieving of all things that were slightly upsetting. That's what ended up happening though, and as you said, they're trying to recreate a game that was very purposeful in its creation.

Reload was a cheap quick test that they knew would work because it has a wonderful story and dedicated fans. As long as they make it a fun popcorn game, they don't have to put in those purposeful additions or think about it much at all.

[keeps-ache]

if i ever get around to it i'll maybe write a boring book for people who think they're boring