#i loveeeee consent

[chlefnikkl]

I NEED SOMEONE TO HIT ME WITH A FRYING PAN PLEASE I NEED TO SLEEP.

Its like 5 am and i still havent fallen asleep, what i have been doing tho is watching caseoh streams and instagram reels (theyre just better) since 1 am. And when i tell u that this has been the most relaxed and happy ive felt in a long time.

[kisseobie]

day 5 of piwontober 24’ ✶ “wine pon you”

prompt: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak

pairings: intak x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni), sex under the influence, dubious consent

word count: 5.1k

tags: alcohol use (only intak is drunk), clubbing, biting and marking, drunk sex, one night stand, stripper reader, smoking, infatuation, brief mentions of vomit, intak is whipped as hell lmaoo, rizztak 🙈, giggly sex, no attachment, pov switches, blowjob, vaginal penetration

a/n: hi everyone <3 i wasn’t expecting to take this prompt so i’m sorry if this sucks but hehe first kisseobie piwontober 24’ fic 💟 loveeeee me some sleazy intak so i hope u all enjoy! i didn’t use the foodplay prompt btw lol not my thing unfortunately..

sorry for posting so late by the way! :( i hope the unusually long length makes up for it :3

full piwontober 24’ masterlist here ❤︎ ིུ͠*:·.

buzzed bodies and a powdery scent of pungent perfume, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for intak, comforting even. he wouldn’t necessarily call himself addicted, but his feet drag him down a couple of blocks to the same strip joint more often than the man would like to admit. the establishment isn’t stellar in any means, nothing to write home about. the selections of liquor are not to intak’s liking, the rainbow lights flicker in a manner that’s almost nauseating, and the dj can’t bump a track for shit.

intak knows that an intense infatuation with a certain stripper isn’t necessarily something applaudable, and if anything, his roommate jiung would laugh his ass off at the revelation, but he can’t find it in himself to really care. not when you take the stage, chunky heels clacking against the shiny floor, bedazzled top hit with a beam of white light, cascading diamond-like forms across the walls. intak watches your every twist and turn so intensely, like the show was specifically crafted for his eyes only, a personal love letter addressed to hwang intak—signed xoxo, y/n.

intak watches as you slide effortlessly against the metal pole, the cool rod leaving a trail of goosebumps on the surface of your smooth skin. he likes that about you, that despite the fact that you’re just a mere fantasy for him, you’re human—something real. it presents itself in different ways, he’s been coming here long enough to notice the way your muscles sometimes tremble in exertion during a particularly difficult move, or how you subtly tuck away stray pieces of pretty hair that stick to the gloss on your lips. he notices it all. he wonders if you notice him too.

your dance routine ends and intak finds himself plopped on a lonely barstool, downing some bottom shelf bourbon—nothing out of his typical routine here, really. he can feel the blaring music, the thumping of the beat coursing through his entire being, only aided by the incessant hollers of drunk partygoers. it however, does nothing to distract his thoughts from you—pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty teeth, and a nice set of tits too. the man feels like a pervert, coming to the same shit club every weekend to get a glimpse of his sweetheart, the dreamy girl that most likely doesn’t give a damn about him. intak sighs, and then takes another swig.

“pretty boy is here again. sat right up at the front, probably trying to take a sniff at your panties or somethin’.”

“stop that. he seems nice.” you shoot back, but only snickers from the girls in the locker room follow. they think you’ve got some weird situationship going with the guy, you suppose.

you were aware of the mystery boy of course, he watched your every show without fail, drank his bodyweight at the bar, and ended the night by clumsily wobbling out of the club, only to come back the next weekend and follow the same tired routine. he is a pretty boy, you’ll give him that. dark eyes that twinkle ever so slightly, a lopsided grin permanently etched on his face when he watches you dance, lean body that accentuates his height well.

despite the fact that he’s charming, you don’t miss the way he adjusts his pants when you’re on stage, or how he sometimes leaves to the bathroom after you’ve finished, presumably to relieve the obvious tent in his pants when you roll your hips against the pole just right. he’s just another sleaze, a pretty one maybe, but a sleaze nonetheless. you sure aren’t fooled, even if his dedication to your performances is intriguing.

“hey y/n, if you don’t want him, i’ll take him. he looks pent up, the poor guy.” your coworker jokes, but you pay no mind to the teasing. you have a show to put on, whether the pretty boy watches or not.

meaningless conversation ends and you situate yourself on top of the dirty dressing room bench, slipping on your heels, a dazzling crimson red and eight inches tall. opting for no tights today, you examine how the shoe emphasizes the length of your shaved legs—in other words, you know you’re gonna make a few extra tips tonight. your mouth waters at the thought of buying yourself a nice breakfast in the morning, maybe a stack of blueberry pancakes with extra whipped cream?

after some waiting backstage, the club’s owner, a pudgy old man you’ve never quite gotten along with, announces your name with a cheesy slogan. a few men hoot and holler, clearly ready to eye you down like a fresh piece of meat for their tasting. the lights dim as the velvet cheetah-printed drapes part to reveal you in all your glory, dressed to the nines, even if the clothing you adorn is sparse. the music cues, and you walk, letting the crowd drink you in like a tall glass of wine. as you strut to the beat with a shimmery smile, you unconsciously scan the audience, eyes honing in on one man in particular. he’s here, of course he is, staring at you as if you hung the stars for him, and you might as well have, judging from the gobsmacked look on his face. you shoot him a sly wink before turning to the pole, gyrating your hips against the metal before latching your legs onto the very material. it’s exhilarating as it is exhausting.

a few dozen twists and turns on the rod later, your practiced routine finally comes to a close. the cheers are loud, they always are. you collect tips from wrinkly hands, blowing kisses and shooting winks at all sorts of men—married, recently divorced, rich, poor—it doesn’t matter to you, you aren’t one to judge. when you’re done collecting dollar bills and desperate notes with numbers scribbled across, your vision catches pretty boy making his way to the bar, greeting theo, the bartender always on night duty, like an old time friend.

“you come here often?” intak teases at taeyang, who stares back at him with his arms crossed, visibly unamused. the man gives it to intak straight, an admirable quality for sure, though some may call him too blunt for his own good. your show ended a few hours ago, and intak’s been perched on this very stool, drinking glass after glass, hoping it’ll clear his thoughts that seem to only focus on you.

“don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink? you look like shit. if you puke on my countertop you’re cleaning that shit up yourself.” theo scolds, but there’s no malice in his tone, a little bit of disinterest and concern maybe, but no malice. intak lazily raises his hand in the air with his head down, a nonverbal way of saying “i know, i’m gonna get going.” that taeyang can read every time with ease. the man with shoulder-length hair audibly sighs.

“she’s nothing but a fantasy man, let it go. you come here every weekend just to sit and watch a girl out of your reach. it’s getting pathetic.”

intak winces at the harsh words, but smiles nonetheless. he gets up with some effort and pulls a few crinkled twenties out of his pocket, slapping them on the table in between them with a, “always a pleasure talking to you, theo”. taeyang scoffs, grabbing the bills to place them in the register. “yeah yeah, get home safe.”

intak stumbles out of the stuffy club with a headache, already dreading the inevitable hangover he’ll have in the morning. he waves his arm around aimlessly, hoping to signal a taxi, eyes wandering around the street in boredom until they catch onto a familiar figure sat on the hood of a car. you’re wearing a fuzzy long coat, shielding you from the cold of the night as you cup your hand around a lighter. intak watches you take a deep drag from a lit cigarette, blowing the swirly smoke into the autumn air with an indifferent expression on your face. your hair blows in the wind, but you pay no mind to it, seemingly lost in thought. intak rubs at his eyes with closed fists to be sure you aren’t a figment of his imagination—he’s never seen you away from the limited space of the stage.

before he can talk himself out of it, the boy crosses the street, hands in his pockets as he takes slow, hesitant steps towards you. you’re even prettier like this, intak thinks, not faking a smile for some fast cash, wrapped up in a big coat that makes you look so incredibly small, scrolling on your outdated phone with sleepy eyes. he’s never seen someone so beautiful.

“hey.” are his first words directed at you, a little lame but they grab your attention nonetheless. you jump at his voice, clearly not expecting to entertain a conversation this late at night. intak waits awkwardly as you scan him from head to toe, a hint of what looks like recognization in your eyes. you give him a tight lipped smile, obviously nervous because of the sudden encounter. he can’t blame you, he supposes, not when you’re in this line of work. he probably isn’t the first man to approach you, and most definitely not the last either.

“hi?” is how you answer, hesitant but oh so curious. he’s always been a wallflower from what you know, watching from a distance but never one to approach. the change in routine is certainly sparking your interest, and you wait with bated breath for him to come clean, to reveal his true intentions towards you, good or bad.

“i’ve seen you dance a few times. you’re really good.” intak sheepishly admits, scratching the back of his neck all shy, as if he hadn’t watched you dry hump the floor half naked earlier. his timidness is frankly a bit refreshing, usually an attendee of one of your shows would have tried to get in your pants by now.

“thank you. i’ve seen you in the crowd, y’know. you never tip me, so i can’t be all that good, can i?” you tease, but the question does hold some truth in it. he hasn’t tipped you a single dollar since stepping in the club for the first time, another useless observation of yours.

“sorry.” he blurts out, cheeks red with embarrassment, like a kid who got caught stealing out of the family cookie jar. you hold back a snort at his flustered expression, you were merely teasing the boy. no hard feelings. “it’s all good. a bit curious as to why you come to see me every weekend though. or maybe you’re just here for the drinks, who knows.”

intak laughs at that. “when all the club supplies is whiteclaws and cheap bourbon? i could get better drinks at the supermarket.”

“well you’re right about that,” y/n affirms with a giggle. “so then, what is it? what draws you here every weekend, pretty boy?” you know the answer, but you’d like to hear it straight from the source. it’s more fun that way.

intak sighs, and then reaches his arm out to shake hands, to which you raise an eyebrow, but accept the kind embrace anyways. his hands are warm, a bit sweaty too. he sports no rings, and his fingers are a bit calloused, it makes you wonder what the guy does for work—welding, maybe?

“i’m intak.” a beat passes. you smile, all teeth and gums, and shake his hand in return.

“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, intak.”

intak’s room is warm, a welcomed contrast to the depressing weather outside. not the cleanest living space, with socks hanging from drawers and far too many lopsided posters pasted onto his walls, but strangely enough, it’s comforting. before now, hwang intak to you was always a man of great mystery, but his cluttered apartment humanizes him. there are a few framed photos propped up on his messy desk, old ones, showcasing intak as a young boy, smiley as ever with his arms draped over various shoulders of people you don’t quite recognize. he’s got some little notes written on the glass frames as well, one in particular catching your eye, a scribbled “my first drink EVER! it tasted like shit!!”. it makes you smile, similar to how the sight of an excited puppy playing fetch would.

as you snoop around intak’s bedroom, your thoughts start to wander to earlier tonight, when you took the stage and locked eyes with the man whose very space you’re currently occupying. his legs spread, chest puffed, jaw slack as he watched you perform with a needy look on his face, practically eye-fucking you across the dim room. it should have disgusted you, it definitely did with every other man who saw you as a mere object of their perverted desires, a sex symbol that they couldn’t live without. there was something different about the boy though, something that made you crave a single night with him. it’s why you accepted his offer to come over to his place with little to no deliberation, despite you swearing to yourself countless of times in the past that you’d never let a random man take you home.

intak’s currently in his bathroom, hyping himself up in front of his mirror as best as he can, fearful that he’ll screw this up and scare you away forever. he can be a bit clingy when intoxicated, sometimes sappy too—a fact that jiung can attest to. the boy would be absolutely mortified if his drunk tendencies landed him on the club’s hefty blacklist, so he takes a deep breath and gives himself an internal pep talk to loosen up: “intak, you’ve got this man. she wouldn’t have taken your offer to come over if she thought you were a weirdo. get back in there, bro.”

intak places a final kiss onto his flexed bicep as good luck, then cringes at himself before taking a deep inhale, brows furrowed in concentration. he walks out of the bathroom and opens his bedroom door, gasping aloud at the delicious sight he’s met with. you’re not wearing your coat anymore, nor your dancing heels, left very naked besides the crimson panties you wore for your earlier performance. your draped over his bed, leaning across the width of the mattress, supporting your weight with one hand planted firmly on intak’s bed, the other raised up to your line of sight as you examine your coffin nails before you take notice of intak’s presence. intak resists slapping himself across the face, not wanting to seem like even more of an idiot after you teased him just an hour ago for never tipping you during your shows. instead, he just stands and stares, gobsmacked at the view, you sat atop of his bed, perky tits out, nipples hard and waiting for his attention.

“you gonna stand there all night or..” is all you can manage to get out before the man takes fast strides towards you and pulls you into a desperate kiss. you moan into his mouth, tongue swiping against his, tasting nothing but bourbon and musk, the flavor provoking a throbbing heat to your core. his dominance seeped into the hot kiss, presenting itself in the way he grabbed at your cheeks roughly, how his tongue shoved itself in your mouth so sloppily, how his lips travelled to the nape of your neck, leaving bite marks in their wake. he was experienced for sure, and thank god for it, because the makeout sesh alone had your typically level-head clouded with yearning and lust.

without proper warning, intak’s calloused hands travelled to your boobs, the rough contact against your soft skin making you mewl. he groped at the flesh with eagerness, replacing his left hand with his tongue as he circled your bud with the wet muscle, flicking it with a deep groan. his mouth latched onto your left tit, suctioning the area with just the right amount of pressure. you let your hand slip into the tufts of his jet black hair, tugging at the strands every time intak bit at your skin. the boy maneuvered his head to give the same attention to your right boob, but not without replacing the left with his hand, his own spit thinly coating his palm as he squeezed.

a few minutes passed just like that, with intak worshipping your boobs like an artist intensely dedicated to their craft. the man unlatched his lips from your chest with a loud pop, placing a single kiss on each of your nipples before sitting back and admiring his work. your skin was now littered with red and purple marks, all from intak and none unwelcome. “pretty.” he remarks, staring at your tits like a man starved. the attention has you dripping, pussy weeping for contact, to which you subtly make an attempt at rubbing your thighs together to bring temporary relief to your aching cunt. intak takes notice of this, smirking at you, facial features sporting a knowing look.

“intak, wanna see you please.” you beg, craving to see what the man looks like underneath the thin layer of his clothes. “fuck, yeah, okay,” he responds, his voice breathless—all a result of you, only you. “it’s only fair i give you a show too, right?” he jokes, the lightheartedness soothing any nerves you may have had earlier. “right.” you affirm with a focused expression, before giggling back at him. intak steps a few feet away from his bed, eyes locked on yours as he cheekily pulls off his own coat. his black wife beater follows, giving you the liberty to drool at the view of his sculpted abs. your line of sight travels downwards, to where you can spot a prominent v-line, along with the beginning of a trail of pubic hair—not too long, but still present, not that you mind.

intak starts to tug at his belt buckle, but you’re quick to sit at the edge of the bed, feet tucked snug under your thighs as you replace his hands with your own. you free the boy from the tight constraints of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. they’re red in color, almost matching the hue of your own underwear. you can spot the thick outline of his cock, already hard and practically slipping out of his briefs. there’s also a wet patch of precum oozing out of the elastic material, and you can’t stop yourself from drooling at the thought of tasting him.

before you free his girth out of its constraints, you leave a few sloppy kisses and kitten licks right on top of the cloth, his subdued scent and taste overtaking your senses. intak may be the only one under the influence, but you could get drunk just off of this, especially with the way the man bites his lip at your gentle contact, a strangled “fuck..” leaving his lips. you quit your teasing after a few more licks, pulling down intak’s underwear in one swift movement, almost immediately grabbing at his length with a closed fist and pumping at a steady pace. intak’s reaction is immediate, head thrown back with a loud groan, eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his skull as his hips buck upwards into your fist. you’ve barely done anything and the man already seems close to cumming—it’s as cute as it is dirty, the way he melts into your touch, so pliant and oh so desperate.

“y/n, let me fuck your face.” intak pleads, eyes as twinkly as ever. you reply by guiding his mushroom tip into your open mouth, slowly sinking your mouth onto his length as far as you can go. you look up at intak, mouth full of cock and tears threatening to spill from your lined waterline, silently giving the man a go at your throat. he wastes no time in thrusting into the heat, whimpering and swearing at the way you suction your lips. he speeds his hips to set a near animalistic pace, resulting in you spluttering on him as the force of his thrusts hit against the back of your throat. just as you’re about to tap out, pinch at intak’s thick thighs and catch your breath, salty seed slips into your mouth, coating your throat white. you pull off of him to cough and swallow, looking absolutely defiled in front of the man. for some reason, the fact doesn’t bother you one bit, instead, you only wish for him to rough you up some more, to give you his all, even if it’s just for a single night. even if come tomorrow morning, you’ll slip out of his blankets, leaving no signs that you were ever there.

intak hunches over your frame to capture your slick lips into a messy kiss for the nth time tonight. he can taste his ecstasy on your tongue, savoring the flavor far more enthusiastically than he would any drink served at your club. you loop your arms around his broad neck, pulling him closer and closer until you both are pressed flush against each other, with your back, a bit sweaty, meeting the soft fabric of his linen sheets. intak ruts his swollen, sensitive cock against your crotch, still shielded by your panties. despite the barrier of cloth, intak can feel how wet you are—he grins at that, knowing that he’s the one who’s making you all hot and bothered. he feels like he’s on top of the world, with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, occupying his sheets and pleading for his touch.

“jesus babe, you’re soaked. all this for me?” intak muses aloud, obviously proud of himself at affecting you just as much as you’ve affected him. if he wasn’t so worried about first impressions, he’d pump his fist in the air.

“all for you takkie, now help me get rid of these panties already.” you demand, followed by a flirtatious wink that almost makes intak buckle at the knees. the man drops his head to where he has the perfect view of your crimson panties, contrasting beautifully against your shiny skin. red had always been his favorite color, after all. intak mimics your tactic on his cock from earlier, placing feather light kisses on your inner thighs, and eventually on your clothed mound, too. you whine at his teasing, but it’s only fair he returns the favor, isn’t it?

your scent is heaven on earth to him. delicate and strong at the same time, flowery musk coating his nostrils—it’s so irrevocably girl. the boy takes his sweet time inhaling your smell, completely ignoring your protests. you beg a little more, and always one to please, intak latches his teeth onto the waistband of the silk, tugging it off with his canines while looking you right in the eye. he’s so sexy like this, you think, in between your thighs, already pussy drunk, but slow enough in his movements so the pair of you can properly savor the moment. you appreciate his pace; it’s rare when a man doesn’t insist on sticking it in as soon as you’ve been undressed. intak is kinder than that.

his teeth continue to tug your panties down the length of your legs, until they slip off completely, leaving you completely bare are vulnerable. intak sweetly folds your panties and places them at the edge of the bed, knowing that they must have costed you a pretty penny, before shifting his unwavering attention to your sopping cunt. he stares for a bit, making you a bit shy to the point where you start to close up your legs, but intak is faster, prying them open with force. the dominance that he now exudes is salivating, and you wait, curious as to what his next move will be.

“pretty face, pretty hair, pretty tits, pretty pussy. how are you real?” intak questions you, but his deep eyes are still glued to your cunt, throbbing and calling out for his touch. light and gentle or hard and rough, it doesn’t matter anymore. you just want him, willing to take anything he’ll give you with obedience and a smile. it’s been too long since you’ve been worshipped like a goddess, rather than painted as prey for predator.

instead of intak touching you where you need him most, he leaves scattered bites across the skin of your inner thighs, completely neglecting your cunny to mark you instead. in reality, intak knows that no amount of biting will make you his, and he’ll be back at the club next weekend, watching you perform once more with a glass of bourbon in hand. the realization sends a pang of hurt to his heart, but he bandaids the wound by showing you a good time—a great time, even. it’s all he can do, and do it right he will. so he ignores the ticking of his obnoxious alarm clock, redirecting his focus once more to your cunt.

his digits reach out to explore your pussy, swiping and swirling around the surface in a plethora of ways. intak gauges your reactions to each touch, quickly catching on to what sensations make your legs shake and bottom lip wobble. oh how he’d love to get his mouth on you right now, have you fall apart on his tongue, but his cock throbs as he ruts his hips against his sheets, urging him to slam into your heat as soon as he possibly can. if he doesn’t, he might die this very minute, and so he does. removes his skinny fingers from your puffy bud, stands up and plants his feet onto his carpeted floor, grips onto your thighs to pull your weight to the edge of his bed.

“intak. condom.” you gently remind. as nice as he is, sexy too, you’d much rather protect yourself from some sexually transmitted disease, or worse, an unexpected bundle of joy that you cannot afford to bring into this world. not now, at least, and not with pretty boy intak.

“shit, yeah. sorry, let me get one real quick.” intak responds sheepishly, embarrassed that he’d let his lust take over without taking the proper precautionary steps beforehand. intak walks over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapped piece of latex as fast as he can, clearly desperate to bury himself within your walls as soon as humanely possible. he repositions himself in front of you, cock standing tall, the tip red from the previous attention you gave it. he rips at the foil with haste, almost dropping the condom like a fucking idiot. you don’t let him linger in embarrassment, wrapping your manicured hand around his forearm before gently consoling him with a, “intak, relax. ‘s just me.”

that’s the problem, the fact that it’s you, is what intak thinks, but your words do help him calm down, even if it’s just a bit. he takes a deep breath and slips the rubber onto his length, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. there’s none, of course, just pure lust, and your ready expression convinces the boy to sheath himself into your tight walls, pushing in inch by inch with little to no resistance—perks of you being so incredibly wet, he guesses.

you both moan at the stretch, the feeling so intense that intak may as well have crashed on top of you. he has half a mind to grip an arm onto the sheets, right next to your head. the position is awfully intimate for a one night stand, but neither of you have time to dwell on it when intak pulls his hips back slightly, only to piston back forward with a level of force you weren’t quite prepared for. the boy is quite literally the definition of pussy drunk, setting a desperate speed from the get-go and tucking his face into the nape of your neck. his lips are right underneath your ear, making it impossible to miss each and every one of his pathetically beautiful noises.

after awhile, intak adjusts the angle of his thrusts just a bit, and you cry out at the way his cock prods at your g-spot with the perfect amount of precision and pressure. “oh! right there, tak!” you moan out, attempting to meet his thrusts by pushing your own hips downwards. you clench around him in a vice grip, embarrassingly close already. it’s the first time a man has been able to draw out so many sounds from you, you’ve never felt so good before. intak nods at you each and every time you gasp aloud, egging on your, and his, inevitable orgasm.

intak breaks eye contact to look downwards, groaning at how your walls suction him in and leave a frothy white rim against the base of his dick. his length is coated with a sheen, certainly your wetness, and it only makes it that much easier for him to thrust into your gummy walls. the room feels about 20 degrees hotter now, with intak’s sweat dripping onto your chest like a leaking water faucet. he can’t smell the powdery perfume and whiteclaw breath from the club anymore, nose just picking up the scent of you—y/n.

a thumb circles your clit in quick motions, the final tipping point sending you to the edge with a pornographic, “fuck!”. your cunt flutters against intak’s girth, your legs tremble and spasm uncontrollably, eyes tearing up once again, no doubt ruining your carefully applied mascara as intak just fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life. he’s not far behind, only pistoning into you a few dozen more times before unloading his cum into the rubber of the condom.

the pair of you stay silent to catch your breaths, intak still tucked within your cunt as he collects himself. a few minutes later has him pulling out of you with a hiss, cock sensitive from all the exertion. he flops onto the empty space next to you, turning his head to face you, you doing the same. you both giggle, still a bit breathless and so very satisfied.

you almost say something in the heat of the moment, something you’re sure to regret in the morning, but as you turn to look at intak once more, he’s fast asleep. a definite effect of all the drinks he had earlier. you lean over to place a single delicate peck on his cheek, dreading having to leave his side in the morning time, but you couldn’t get attached, not in this line of work. so you tucked yourself away from the boy—cuddling him would make it that much harder to leave him.

morning comes, as it usually does. intak wakes a bit later than usual, sunshine leaking through his thin curtains to shine directly into his eyes. he groans, sits up and stretches his arms real wide to wake himself up faster. as soon as a yawn exits his mouth, the man is hit with an intense headache that prompts him to grip at his forehead in discomfort. the events of the last night are a blur, but his lips remember sloppy kisses, ears remember giggles and whines, cock remembers a fair amount of attention. and then it all comes back to him. y/n.

he turns to his right, but there’s only emptiness beside him. the sheets, however, are crumpled in a way that suggest someone occupied the space not too many hours ago. but it doesn’t matter anyways. one night is all he asked for, and one night he got.

a knock at his wooden door startles intak, and a sleepy jiung enters the room with uncharacteristically hesitant steps. intak watches curiously as the shorter boy seats himself at the edge of his bed. jiung sighs, and then stares as intak with an expression full of pity that he doesn’t need right now. or ever.

“she was here last night, wasn’t she?” jiung asks, and intak can already hear the unwanted lecture that is sure to follow the question.

intak inhales. “yeah,” he chuckles, “she was.”

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[coryosmin]

hmm i’m thinking—what are your headcanons for the kinks that each of the boys would have? i def feel like coryo would like being called sir…

nsfw | mdni

warnings: many different kinks are talked about.

OKAY SO LIKE THERES SO MANY OMG OKAY

coriolanus - okay so first things first, this man is 100% a switch but he is very reluctant about it. when he’s feeling more on the sub side, he has a mommy kink, overstimulation kink (on himself), hair pulling kink (pls his curls are made to be pulled). when he’s more in a dom mood, he definitely has a sir kink, spanking kink, etc. in general, he has a huge praise kink but also he’s huge into getting degraded and giving degradation. i think sexually, he’s very open to do whatever and will have many many many kinks. I ALMOST FORGOT. HE IS HUGE INTO BREEDING TOO. HE HAS A RAGING BREEDING KINK.

sejanus - okay pookie so like get ready for this. he has a praise kink. it’s huge for him. he fucking loveeeees giving praise. he too has a breeding kink. though i’ll be deadass and say that the hunger games boys all have a breeding kink lol. sejanus lowkey has a daddy kink. he’d never admit it because he’s slightly ashamed of it but he definitely has one. he also loves cum play. seeing you covered in his cum is a huge kink for him. especially because he cums a lot.

finnick - above anything else, he believes in consent. so one of his biggest kinks is just knowing you’re into what you guys are doing. he has a big praise kink. i think he loves giving it a lot but when you give it to him, he’s so blushy it’s adorable. i think finnick would totally be into being tied up by you. it’s a huge trust thing for him. and the fact that he trusts you to tie him up and have sex with him means so much to him. trust is also a huge kink for him?

peeta - i’ll be so for real and say that peeta is one of the most vanilla ppl in the hunger games LMAO. but i think he would have a praise kink. not receiving but giving you praise. he wants you to know how good you’re taking him or how good you’re making him feels. he’s also very into receiving oral. i think he would have a slight kink for your mouth because he loves how good it feels on him.

[lexirosewrites]

For SS, CW: dubious consent on both sides, universe said youre so compatible you gonna fuck :) ; fingers crossed this is cohesive cause im just winging it lol

I was going through my old phone notes, and found a wip i forgot about for another fandom. The plot was basically a weird mix of abo/soulmate au lol Basically the secondary genders have slowly been fading from society, people still present but they dont change life anymore. Heats/Ruts arent a thing anymore really. Male omegas have only a .2% chance of getting pregnant on a regular basis but they can take pills to increase this chance.

Ruts/heats do still happen, but the reason is thought to be a fairytale. When extremely compatible alphas/omegas meet and spend time together (like at least a week actually interacting not just being Near one another) the omegas body will begin to produce slick and prep them for taking a knot. By day 5 the alpha is being bombarded by omega pheromones and their body preps to form a knot. If for any reason the omega/alpha are separated, the process pauses to keep some random alpha from taking advantage from the omega.

When O!Steve and A!Eddie spend spring break together dealing with Vecna Steve's body starts to adjust and prepare but the cramping and pain he assumes is just the bat bites. He hasnt looked at them to see that his body has essentially sped up the healing to prepare for mating. Theyre still wounds but not as bad.

Eddie survives with bites similar to Steves but a bit deeper, theyre separated and the process pauses while Eddie is in the hospital along with Steve both of them getting treatment. Once theyre both out though, the process starts again and they keep drawing closer to one another, confused by the urge, and on Day 7, they lock themselves in Steves room and they lose themselves in the scents. Mating for days until they finally come out of the fog.

Eddie showers and cleans first, cleaning up the room best he can before he runs a bath and then scoops up a very confused, exhausted, and sleepy omega to settle him into a bath. Steve melts and Eddie settles near the tub so they can talk. Trying to understand what happened. Eddie had read books about it, but fully believed it was a fairytale. He feels extremely guilty but Steve grips his wrist and tells Eddie that they were both forced into this and he doesnt hold it against him just for knowing it was in a book and didnt catch on. It happened way too quickly for them to even figure it out.

They work backwards. Mating first and then beginning to date and getting to know one another more than they had bothered during the spring break from hell. They both fall in love way too quickly but are idiots and dont admit it to the other for Months.

We know Steve is a hopeless romantic so learning he basically found his soulmate in Eddie, he's been in love with him since he learned it was preordained by the damn universe lol They have a proper mating near a year later and they discuss Steve taking the pills to have a family and it takes the very first try. They chalk it up to the soulmate thing and Steve is ecstatic about being pregnant. They welcome their little girl on Thanksgiving day 1987 and live happily ever after :D

Sorry this was long, wow lol

loveeeee the universe forcing soulmates together🥰 why wait to mate? just skip that pesky little courting step and you can back pedal after bites are in place!

[tremendum]

please give me alllll of your mr miller headcanons, particularly the really kinky nasty stuff, i'm obsessed with your writing!! (no pressure)

yessss twist my arm i will start a little hc list for all the kinks mr miller would have (these aren’t thattttt nasty tho) NSFW BELOW THE CUT. MDNI. (rough sex, various kinks so be cautious lol)

(disclaimer - most of this is informed by my own interpretation of Mr Miller!Joel as well as some other great concepts i’ve probably read in a similar vein.)

ok let’s kick this off

fighting. this is obvious but he gets unbelievably hard seeing how worked up you get and the lengths you will go to piss him off. nothing gets him more turned on than when you call him disgusting or you disrespect him (he’s fucked up a bit ok)

he’s def got a sir kink in this series, loves when you act up but then have to treat him with respect to get what u want. he loves to tell you what a little slut you are for him and to hear you mutter back “thank you, sir”

i’ve mentioned this before: slapping. he’s def the kinda man who would get a thrill from fighting as we’ve seen and like if he makes u mad or something and you just smack him BAM he’s instantly hard. he thinks your anger is so hot and it fuels his fire

would be the kind of man to make you watch him jack off. he’d sit you on the ground on your knees while he palms himself, not let u touch yourself maybe even cuff you while he fucks his fist. and dirty talks the whole time, teasing you but absolutely losing it over how badly you want to touch him, how you beg to feel him in your throat. he’d def get off to the fact that you were a fucking mess for him and he’s in control

he’s def into ass play…. he’d threaten it at first but if you’re into it he’d fs finger your tight hole while fucking you or he’d make you finger yourself while fucking you doggystyle….,,, omfg.

he’s def into overstimulation and edging BOTH depending on his mood:

the brat tamer in joel would absolutely love to edge you until you’re sobbing - usually when he’s super pissed off. slowing down just as you’re about to cum, bringing you to the edge with his fingers, tongue, cock, anything and then taking it all away until you’re sobbing and furious. he’d also relish in making you touch yourself but not let you make yourself cum until he says so.

similarly but in a different tone, if Joel’s feeling affectionate or even jealous he’d want you to cum as many times as possible. nothing is sexier to him than how your slippery cunt squeezes him when you’re overstimulated - how your chest sweats, hands and thighs shake.

alluded to this already but he’d LOVE to tie u up. leave u stuck like that and tease u for hours oh my god and like seeing ur pretty holes exposed and so wet for him it’d drive you crazy

the sound of you begging while his cock is down ur throat. he loves throatfucking you god he dreams of it, making you choke on him and swallow around him, completely at his mercy.

if you’d established consent before he’d love to go down on you while you’re sleeping. waking up with his head between your thighs, def drawing several orgasms from u until ur screaming. or waking u up with his cock at your lips, slipping into ur mouth as u wake up. he’d love the bleary, blissed look in ur eyes as he takes u apart first thing

and of course he’d have a kink for almost getting caught. be it in the woods on patrol (if it’s safe ofc), near an open window, in public…. GOD and he’d love to tease you under a table or something before pretending he hadn’t done it. maybe he’d tell u not to wear panties under ur dress when you sit in the back of the cinema in Jackson during movie night so he can feel u….

i think he’d love loveeeee cumplay. cumming on you - your face, chest, tits, ass, pussy. even ur clothes. all of it. he wants you to lick it all clean for him, he’d be obsessed with playing with your puffy cunt that’s full of his cum and yours, then shoving his fingers down your throat to watch you lap it all up. he’s obsessed with it.

my last hc is a breeding kink. it’s more of the possession that comes with it - he doesn’t rly want a kid rn, lord knows he already has his hands full w ellie, but he gets so goddamn riled up at the idea of you walking around full of him. so he’d mutter the dirtiest shit to you about it and your flushed reaction just pushes him further - calling you dirty for wanting to be plugged full of him.

no tag list because i’m in class and lazy 😚 a work in progress. lmk what y’all think or if you have any other ideas!! i can expand on any of these 😏

[stylesloveclub]

Pleasingrry the type to just start eating puppy out while she’s just standing around doing something- they discuss this and have consent abt this before- it’s just always takes her by surprise and she melts

I LOVEEEEE bc imagine puppy in the kitchen just trying to make herself a snack and he just sneaks up behind her and hoists her onto the counter, spreads her legs, and gets down on his knees to just start eating her out randomly :) just bc he really wanted to like he saw her and she looked so cute ofc he wants to get his head btween her thighs :) and it is always a welcome surprise esp when he's looking up at her w those devilish eyes and then disappears under her skirt so that all she can see is his hair.... criminal

[sorcerous-caress]

pleeeease i would like to talk about isobel. she’s so beautiful and kind, but still sharp and witty with her replies. ik she’s headcanoned as a soft dom but i believe she’s a really good girl if you’re a soft service dom (me). I want to feel the rumble of her moans as i press my lips to her throat. to feel her hands clinging to me. to cradle her head and see her reactions when I order her gently. I can give her all she asks and more if she’s good. I loveeeee topping because I want to take care of someone who honours me by being vulnerable and trusting me. (not to say im a pushover! sorry to brats theyre a no-go for me but I dont bend rules.) Anyway, I think that’s what Isobel might need. after being under the constant pressure of her wards being the only thing keeping everyone alive, the guilt of her father literally becoming a tyrant + killing people to get to her: having someone who can unburden her and take her out of her own head for a little while.

Isobel would appreciate someone like that a lot, after all she had to go through and the responsibilities that were forced upon her. Imagine being revived from the death without your consent only to find out your father is trying to take over the world again, and you have to escape and try to stop him. Even in death she couldn't rest properly.

She died from an uncurable sickness, i think. Is that why her brother became a surgeon and started a healing house?

I headcanon every character as a switch. Isobel soft dom headcanons are for bottom readers really, it doesn't mean she can't be a sub and bottom too. Hell a sub top even.

It might be hard for her to let go, she's so used to everyone constantly needing her and having to make sure everyone is safe and healthy. Getting her away from her responsibilities is an achievement by itself.

I think she likes being spoiled in bed, absolutely obeying the other person and chasing after their touch. Spreading her legs when she's told to and keeping her hands above her head if she's ordered to.

Waiting patiently for your touch, the burning heat between her thighs making her whine so needly. Biting her lips to stop herself from begging for more the second she feels you toying with her clit, flicking it and making her thighs tremble.

She'd be so wet and desperate, ready to do anything you'd order her to. She'd grind against your thigh for release if you tell her to while pulling her into your lap, teasing her hole with your fingers but never quiet filling her up. Melting off her hard walls until she's shamelessly her true self.

Call her a good girl as she rides your face, make her properly sit on it instead of politely hovering above it. Eating her out as she thanks you through her blissfilled orgasms.

[sebsxphia]

Rooster and cockwarming!!!! omg. i feel like it’s definitely be a common occurrence to him slipping himself inside of you (obvs consented and talked abt it before) but he’s just in you spooning then you rolling you onto your stomach to fuck you properly once you’ve both woken up fully

yes yes yes yes to all of this!!!!!!!!!!!

bradley loves morning sex and most importantly, he loves cock warming. he stirs early in the morning and he knows you both have an hour before you have to properly get up. in between your waves of sleep, you hear him hum against your neck and feel him move your thigh to slot inside of you with a groan that you feel rumble against your back.

you lie there in a peaceful slumber, your breathing in sync and bradley seated comfortably inside of you. slowly but surely you come around to the feeling of him and your hips rock gently. you let little whines slip from your lips and you notice bradley’s grunts getting louder and his breathing getting heavier and warmer against your neck.

before you know it, he’s grabbed you by your hips and rolled you onto your stomach. he’s pressing you into the mattress and issues pin point thrusts with a complete lack of sleep. you’re both awake now.

thank you so much for this incredible thot my dear anon!!! i loveeeee this so much and this has my head spinning!!!! i could kiss you, mwah!!!! 💌🫶🏼💖

[clxudycow]

I was gone like a little bit but DAMN

Y'all loveeeee Headcannons

I got you I got you....

NSFW COMING UPPPPP

C!Eret

Gn! reader

He puts his crown on you while giving oral to you😩

Really likes hair pulling

He is always is asking for consent in little ways like: "tell me how I should please you" and "you can keep up, right?"

Aftercare is a must and it's 10/10 it's like the best

More of a Dom but okay with pegging and stuff

Switching between soft and hard Dom tbh

[ramp-it-up]

FS 14:Time to Play

Day 25 of #RampItUp1Kinktober

​​ITS MY ANNIVERSARY YALL! ONE YEAR AGO TODAY I PUBLISHED MY FIRST FIC ON THIS BLOG, THE FRESH SQUEEZE TEASER THAT FEATURED DIGGS AND LINDY.

I’m so amazed at how far this has gone and I’m grateful to all the og Bay Boys stans who welcomed me and gave love and support and those Marvel writers who inspired me to branch out. You know who you are. I loveeeee you! 💕

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (you)

Summary: You decide to spark it up and play with your man.

1Kinktober Kink: Toys

Word Count 2.4K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, bdsm, nipple clamps, but plug, rising crop, oral (m receiving). squirting, anal, Sir kink. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N: This is for the 25th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

The newness had worn off like everyone said it would.

Daveed had shows every night and twice on the weekends. When he was off, you were in class, third year law.

No one said it would be easy, but damn, this was hard.

You stayed with Craig, and it was great for your cousin, because you paid his rent and were hardly ever there, sleeping over at Daveed’s just to spend time. And that’s all you did mostly, sleep. Sure, you got each other off, but it was quick and functional.

One thing you were sure of, was that you loved each other. You just had to get the spark back.

Daveed was taking a week off so that he could fly to LA to tie up some business. The closing was in a couple of days. You two made a date to spend quality time together before he left. Fancy restaurant, nice clothes, the works. D was excited. You were too.

Daveed picked you up from your place, and he looked good, dressy casual in a sweatshirt, jeans, and Jordans. It was chilly out so you had a wrap on, but D told you you looked great and pecked you on the cheek. He looked a little stressed.

“You good?”

Daveed looked at you in the elevator down. He pulled you into his arms.

“M sorry, Lindy. I’m in my head, just thinking of all the things I need to do.”

“Daveed. We can stay in tonight, or better yet, I’ll just let you go get ready.”

Daveed turned you around so that you were facing him. You looked up into his pretty browns.

“You are a priority Lindy. I want to spend thanksgiving me with you. I feel like I’ve been dropping the ball as a new boyfriend. You’re at the top of the list of things I have to do.” He chuckled.

You raised your eyebrow at him and gave him a peck.

“Good, because I’ve got some plans for you.”

“Oh really?”

“Umhmmmm.” The elevator doors opened and you led him out into the lobby to the waiting car.

You were seated at dinner. Daveed ordered drinks as you took off your wrap. He glanced at you and did a double take.

When the server left, Daveed asked you, “What are you wearing?”

“Oh, this top that I found when I went to Barney’s.”

“No, the… jewelery…”

Daveed was indicating the chain which came together with a “D” clasp, part of the nipple clamps that he’d given you a few weeks earlier. The D was all that was visible, and it looked like a regular necklace. No one could tell that it was connected to nipple clamps that were squeezing your nipples and causing a sweet ache in your cunt.

Daveed knew now, and he licked his lips at the memory at the last time you used some. These were an unused gift until now. He wished his eyes were lasers as he searched for the imprint of your nipples against the soft fabric of your top. He reached for his water.

“I’m glad that you are wearing that baby. How do they feel.”

“My pussy is throbbing, and ready to be filled. I want you to rub my tits with those lips, and use your saliva to give me some relief, but, I’m also hungry. So let’s eat.”

Daveed stared like he didn’t understand. He wanted to sit and talk about your nipples all night. So, he took a sip of wine and leaned back in his chair, subtly spreading his napkin on his lap and rubbing his woodie.

“Damn girl. You’re trying to get me bothered. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through this meal.”

You looked around and leaned forward. “D, if I was trying to get you bothered, I would have told you that I’m also wearing the butt plug.” Daveed almost choked on his wine.

“You okay?” You were smiling devilishly at him.

“Yeah. No.” Fuck the front. Daved was ready to bend you over the table.

You wiggled in your seat, the delicious fullness of the plug making making you have to catch your breath.

“Me too. The fullness of the plug and the aching of my nipples is making me so wet, Daveed. I’m gonna be soaked by the time we finish dinner.” You closed your eyes and licked your lips. Daveed was kicking himself for not agreeing to stay in. He had to open his own mouth to breathe.

“Fuck, Lindy.” He looked around and leaned forward over the table.

“I’m hard as rock right now.”

You grinned at him and he was about to suggest going to the restroom.

“Did you send me a picture? Like last time?” He was hoping against hope.

You lowered your eyes and then batted your lashes at him.

“No, Sir. I thought we’d enjoy our night. Take our time.”

“So that’s what’s up?” Daveed sat back. “You’re right.” His mind was spinning.

“Yes, Sir.”

You were riling him up, and you calling him Sir let him know what kind of mood you were in.

You reached for your wine.

“Do you still have the riding crop at your place?”

Daveed’s eyes went wide as the server came back by.

“Are you ready to order?”

You smiled and looked at Daveed as you said, “I need some meat.”

You two enjoyed a leisurely dinner, talking and laughing about everything else except what you two were really thinking about.

When you got up to leave, Daveed put his hand on the small of your back, long fingers extending down your bottom, the middle one in the cleave of your ass. He subtly grabbed it and you felt the pressure of the plug. You moaned a little.

Daveed was shifting from side to side, waiting for the car. He got in be back with you, closed the door, and then immediately pulled you onto his lap.

Your driver was used to you two by now, so he rolled up the partition. Daveed already had your top pulled up, not waiting until you got to his place to see you.

When he saw how the clamps looked, gripping your engorged nipples, he started drooling, and then grabbed you by the ass to pull you closer.

His warm breath on them made you hotter and you squirmed in his lap.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

Daveed found the plug through your pants, and pressed it, causing you to arch your back and shove your tits in his face.

“Oh my god Daveed. I need….”

Daveed was staring and licking his lips, but he wasn’t using them how you thought he should be.

“Tell me… what do you need.” His voice was at bass now, rumbling through you straight to your clit.

“I need you….”

Daveed pressed the butt plug intermittently, pushing it in and out incrementally and causing your pussy to clench around nothing.

“You need me where?”

He looked up in your eyes.

“I need you everywhere.” And then you started grinding on his rock hard dick on the backseat.

“Want me to suck you off, Sir? I will swallow it all like a good girl. I’ll let you fuck my throat, my tits, my cunt, my ass. It’s all for you…”

Daveed was panting at your words and leaned his forehead against yours as you moved on his lap. He didn’t want to start anything in this car because he felt like putting you under the ground.

He cheered when the car stopped in front of his building. He grinned.

“Come on.” He pulled your top down and practically carried you out of the car. The man actually threw you over his shoulder and sprinted with you through the lobby to the elevator.

When you got in and the doors closed, he still had you over his shoulder. You were lightheaded enough, but this was over the top.

“You can put me down now.”

Daveed swatted you on the ass, grinning when you moaned at the sensation with the butt plug.

“What was that?”

“I don’t even fucking know…” You moaned as he gave you a few more swats.

Theelevator opened on his floor and he was at his door opening it in no time, striding through the apartment and throwing you on the bed.

“Take off your clothes and assume the positon.” You stood up and disrobed, going and sitting on your knees beside the bed. You felt the deep pile of the rug you picked out for these occasions and you could feel any uncertainty fade away.

You could hear and not see Daveed undress, because your eyes were cast down.

He asked and you answered with your safe words.

“Is it true that you’re dripping for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It was true. Your thighs were soaked with your slick. The hands that you’d placed on your thighs were itching to touch yourself for some relief, but you didn’t dare. You heard a drawer open and you smiled.

Daveed flicked the crop under your chin and lifted it.

“What are you smiling for? Do you think I’m gonna let you cum?” Your smile dropped.

“You tried to top me tonight, trying to get me off guard in the restaurant with your little stunt. I think you need to be punished for that.”

Daveed could tell from your expression that you liked that idea very much, but he didn’t say anything. His dick was bobbing and leaking and aching for your holes. And he needed to feel you cum around him. But you didn’t have to know that right now.

He trailed the braided leather crop down your neck to your sternum, and around both breasts. He softly moved them against your nipples and you moaned.

“Do they hurt?”

“A little, yes, Sir.”

“Oh, well we need to fix that.” Then he swatted both nipples and you keened, the pain/pleasure making your clit hard and vibrate.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Good Girl.”

Daveed admired your face, which was a mixture of agony and ecstasy. “Stand up. Here, let me help you.” He grabbed the chain and you scrambled to your feet as he literally pulled you by your nipples to stand up. You couldn’t breathe.

Daveed grabbed you by your neck and admired you some more, then started trailing soft kissed from your mouth, down your neck to your nipples, finally laving them with his saliva and easing the pounding just a little.

He moved the crop down your belly to your pussy, then rubbed it bodly against your clit. You wantonly rubbed against it, relieved and desparate for the sensation. He took it out and waved it in your face.

“Look at that.” You focused on the crop and it was soaked. “Naughty girl.”

Daveed moved the crop and spanked your clit a few times, and when you started thanking him, pushed it into your pussy, pushing it as far as it would go inside you.

“You like that, hunh?”

“N-not as much as your dick, Sir.”

Daveed smiled. “Good girl. You always know what to say.” He withdrew the crop and brought it to your mouth. “Suck.”

You opened your mouth and sucked, making eye contact with him. You sucking off the riding crop didn’t last long before he pulled it out of you and pushed you down on your knees.

“My turn.” He pushed his long dick into your lips and you opened wide to accept him.

“Remember what you said in the car.” You nodded and said, “Yes, Sir, around his dick, which caused him to push deep into your throat.”

You sucked and gagged and drooled all over his dick until your jaw was sore, but it was worth it to see Daveed’s reactions. You tasted a little cum down his throat before he pulled out, dragged you up and threw you over the bed, face first.

Daveed grabbed the connected nipple clamps from the back as he entered your soaked, aching pussy from behind. You buried your face in the mattress and screamed as he stretched you out, the sensation never getting old. Daveed pulled the chain connected to your throbbing nipples with one hand and pushed the plug in and out of your ass with the other.

The feeling of both inside you was sending you hurtling through space to your orgasm and you crashed, squirting all over Daveed as he pulled the nipple clamps off with one tug.

“Fuck, shit, that pussy feels so gotdamn good.”

Daveed pumped you through the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He looked down and pulled the butt plug out, which tipped off an aftershock orgasm while you lay gasping on the bed. He watched your tighter hole, stretched out and winking at him and pulled out of your pussy while he reached in the bedside table for the lube.

He squirted the cold liquid which was strangely soothing after the plug and then you felt his dick slide into that hole.

“Oh Fuccckkkkkkkk!”

Daveed exclaimed as your eyes rolled back in your head from pleasure.

It felt good after hours of preparation, and you were relaxed and needy for it. Daveed used you for his pleasure which became yours.

‘Holy Shit, Daveed! Feels...so...good!” Your voice was unrecognizable from screaming.

“Fuck!” shouted Daveed.

You both came at the same time, wringing the most intense orgasm from your tired body.

You must have fallen asleep standing and slumped over on the bed, because the next thing you knew, Daveed was carrying you into the bathroom and making you go.

Then, he helped you into the tub and climbing in behind you.

“Damn. That was the shit, girl. I love you.” He kissed your temple. “Are you okay?”

Daveed was afraid of how intense he could get physically.

“I’m more than okay. I’m great. That was indeed the shit. I love you.”

You turned around and kissed him, which turned into making out, which turned to slow sensual love making in the tub.

IYKYK!!!!! Thank you for this journey. Love you! 😘

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[nightswithkookmin]

I loveeeee the way ur brain works and i like all ur posts and love reading them. Its Jimin day today and i wont lie that i am feeling a bit sad about whole JK not posting on JM bday because he was getting active on Social media again and i thought its because of JM bday coming soon but i hope they are happy and JM had a blast celebrating his bday.. it annoys me how other ship( u know which ship) is happy and making fun about this situation and calling Jikook bond fake and nonexsistant. 1/2

Ahhhhhh this topic!

Also me:

Packing my bags off these shipping streets. Jk don disgrace us. Lol. Kidding. If more than anything today has solidified my faith in JK and Jikook and while y'all are jumping ship imma hold the fort. Hashtag Jikook for life!

I've been receiving a lot of questions about this, about JK not posting for JM's birthday and I haven't answered any of them because- well I passed out. So...

Anywho,

Jk didn't post true, but have you thought about what it would have meant for him and JM if he had posted?

Now I see a lot of people running through the ship streets shouting Jikook broke up, something was off between them, Jikook was never real, jikook this- Jikook that- y'all need to calm your horses or I swear to God!

I mean I am down for all that wild gossip and angst but I think y'all is tripping.

Do I think they are in a bad place, HELL NO. Do I think they are not real? HELL NO! Do I think JK don lost his minds? ABSOLUTELY.

Lol

No but seriously, I'm fascinated by all of this. I'm in pain, can't process shit but when it comes to Jikook I'm always intrigued and fascinated by them.

I'm mostly fascinated by why JK pulled a 5/8, geared up for JM's birthday but then posts crickets on Jimin's birthday as you've said.

Is it me or does this whole thing feel like the tattoo girl scandal all over again? Lmho.

Up until now, I've avoided addressing Asks about Jikook coming out, JK proposing and stuff like that because those territories are a bit tricky for me- to speculate on those, I find I'd have to speculate on whether marriage is something both of Jikook want, whether both of Jikook want to come out but these are conversations I don't think y'all are ready for with me.

Not when I believe one of them, if you've been following my train of thoughts you'd know which, is not ready to make such commitments, joking about marriage and shit- yes, that tiny man. Lol.

I mean the backlash I get for the tamer things I share on here- chilee, y'all is about to eat me up for this. Here goes nothing. Mama pray for me.

I have said, late 2018 to the middle of 2019 is one of the moments I sincerely felt JK was going to 'out' Jikook just based on the way he was moving through that era until that impromptu hiatus and the following scandal.

Out Jikook as in OUT Jikook- I've told y'all Jikook have been asserting themselves against eachother. JK has been asserting himself and part of that self assertion ties in with his sexuality. He is tired of hiding. He's been tired since 2016- trouble this one.

Do I think JM is ready to come out- No. He doesn't want to come out but he doesn't want to hide hide either. Dude just want to stay in that glass closet.

Throughout my posts, I've speculated this has been a huge part of their on and off dynamics since November last year. Jk coming off too strong, JM asking for space- yall know don't make me repeat myself.

November 2019 up until today is also one such periods I felt JK was going to out Jikook, inspite of all the ups and downs they've experienced this season.

JK scares me to be honest with you. I keep saying people are looking at him wrong. Hell, people are looking at Jikook dynamics wrong I feel.

All the times Jikook have almost been accidentally outed, who's been the most terrified? It's not JK.

Jimin's face when RM said JK sneaks into JM's bed at night, his face when they walked into JK's room on Bon V and saw the cameras. I have an entire dissertation on this on my wall please get with it. Lol

Whatever silent protest JK's been on since JM's birthday last year- Not gonna lie, I felt JK was not posting for the others so he could post on JM's birthday this year as a way of coming out with him? You know, make a bold statement like he's done over the years? I'm delusional but also dead serious.

Each time I feel JK's come close to this pivotal moment, something's happened. I swear Jikook is taking years off my life- I'm exhausted.

Why is he trying to out their relationship on his own and not do that with the consent of Jimin? I'm gonna pray to God, y'all can read my mind with everything I have been saying since my posts because this is cutting it too close for me- and I'm exhausted so maybe another post next time.

Like I've said, I really believe they are in a good place this time around. Y'all know me, I don't shy from angst, I'd say if I felt there's been something off with them since they fixed whatever they were going through early half of the year.

The only tension I've sensed between them lately was on day two of the online concert when JM got a little too excited with trying to sell the sexual tension fantasy in his other ships and JK didn't look like he was happy about.

Later during the curtain call you could see dude cold stoning JM resulting in JM doing what he does best in such instances- clinging on to JK for their life. Lol.

He vanished from Namjoon's side real quick to take the bow next to JK but JK- Y'all check that moment out for yourself, see what I'm talking about.

Is that why he didn't wish Jimin a happy birthday? I don't think so. I think he put a lot of thought and preparation towards this moment to make something like this undo all of that- that is if my suspicions about what he was trying to do this year is right.

Jimin gone wake up married one of these days he won't know what hit him! Lmho.

It is why, I don't buy this whole he didn't post for the others which is why he didn't post for Jimin narrative. When have you known Jk to care about things like these?

The man literally got a birthday present for Jimin gave it to him in the presence of some of the members without doing same for them. Singling JM out like this is nothing new to him. He has done so consistently over the years to let this deter him.

The question y'all should be asking is why he didn't post for the others in the first place. They are all friends and posting for eachother's birthdays is a long standing tradition in BTS so why is he breaking from this culture all of a sudden?

Is he rebelling? Is he protesting? What is he trying to do? Right?

This moment has been building up since last year after JM's birthday and I honestly believed he was going to go through with it- hell I bought a wedding dress and shit- Jikook you son of bish!

I have said the company is giving them much room to be themselves, RM isn't breathing down their necks, JM looked like he was finally committed- everything looked great between them in my opinion except perhaps for the growing tensions between JK, V and Namjoon- If you've been paying any attention to their recent Twitter war.

I hate speculating based on nothing, so I'm just going to point out to you my observations without drawing conclusions- I'll share my thoughts on what these moments means when I've had more content to peruse and analyze from now- but for now you can make of it what you will:

1. JK starts a count down on Twitter, JM responds and continues the countdown.

Now I clocked, the moment JK posted this on the 5th that he had something up his sleeves with regards to Jimin which I shared with y'all. He was going for a 5/8/13 it's not news now.

2. After Jimin posts day 4 for the countdown, who ever was going to post after him was going to have to post day 3 to continue the countdown right? But Tae posts a V-cut instead breaking that chain.

Now I remember joking about this moment with a friend, rolling my eyes exclaiming, here they go again! V is trying to sabotage JK yet again, and he'd turn around and ask why their friendship is dwindling. The pettiness and passive aggressiveness of it all!

That moment reminded me of when he called JK out for attempting to eyefuck JM through the viewfinder in the Dynamite MV reaction video. Remember that? Same energy to me.

They do shit like this and their shippers will not take note but will turn around and act surprised when we say Taekook ain't all that- rolling my eyes.

3. Hobi continues the countdown with day 3 and RM posts something random the next day but I think it was to neutralize the Taekook shenanigans. Neutralizing is what RM does best- we been knew.

4. Jk posts his Savage Love cover on the 8th and equally doesn't partake in the countdown he himself initiated because- Savage.

5. Suga posts day 2. RM and Jin posts day 1 and Tae posts D-Day on the D day to promote the concert. Yadda yadda yadda.

Now I didn't think much of this moment to be honest- i merely took a mental note of it for future reference, and was paying close attention to their interactions at the concert- which we will talk about soon..

I didn't make much of this bit until VJoonKook became a hold out on Jimin's birthday. They were the last three to post, two of whom ended up not posting at all for Jimin"s birthday- fucking traitors.

It was at this point I felt compelled to put on my tinfoil hat. And reevaluate the situation.

Why were these three people the same trio engaged in that little squabble just a few days ago on the timeline? I wondered.

It felt as if Taekook were engaged in a Russian Roulette racing the clock while Joonie stood by waiting to neutralize whatever shit those two were going to pull on the timeline.

Call me delusional but I felt JK was going to post, Tae was going to try to one up him with a ridiculous post or counter his post- V and his fucking VMin agenda! Lmho

RM was going to end up mirroring whatever JK was going to post to neutralize it as per usual- leave me alone. I said I'm delusional. Let me be. Lol.

There's just a lot going on all at once and it's easy to lose sight of subtle moments like these when they happen.

Like Jimin saying he would be on VLive soon, which first of all- yay!

Y'all know I've been keeping my eyes on the app, most especially how the members are going to use it post IPO, post Soop- I have a lot of questions; will they be monitored like they were in May? Will they be able to have intimate interactions with the fans like before?

Y'all know my theory about Jikook and the VLive stuff so I'll leave it there.

Now as for what this moment here means, I think it's a humbling experience for all of us but mostly for Jimin-JK you sonova bish! Lol

Jimin is the one who loves to flex his bond and relationship with JK, he loves to show off their relationship. He is the one who's been called all sorts of names under the sun just because of his relationship with JK- even if they are friends.

None of the members have suffered and paid a price for their relationship with JK the way Jimin has throughout the years. It is why I hate it when people compare the others to him. Even if it placates you and lessens your insecurities please don't.

I'm not pressed about no ship wars. Hell, I often start one myself- what? fun.

I'm worried for Jimin mostly.

I think JK more than anyone knows how this looks. Which is why I really don't think this is what he was aiming for all along. To make Jimin look this way- again not to say JM is better than the others he didn't post for.

I don't know what's going on with JK now but I am not about to tell you this moment is nothing. It is not nothing.

I know people want to console themselves with the whole my partner don't gotta show off on social media on my birthday to show he loves me- please shut up. Or may be don't. Y'all con shippers confound me.

This is Jikook here, showing is an integral part of their dynamics. Isn't that why people call them a fanservice ship? Because they show so much? Because they do so much?

Jikook like to show off their bond, they like claiming eachother, they like reassuring eachother and I'm sorry but Park Jimin's father set such high standards for his son's birthday for anyone who claim they love him to pull stunts like this. Do y'all know Jikook at all?! I have to ask.

Jimin loves to be treated like he is different and special. It's his love language. We know this, BTS knows this, JK knows this- don't make excuses for JK if at the very least you can't see what he was trying to do here.

Even if you don't think they are a couple they are best friends- at the bare minimum. It doesn't take more than a few seconds to login and wish a friend a happy birthday- Hobi made four and he is not dating Jimin. Just saying.

You can't yell Jikook show us a lot hence there's no need for wild theories and assumptions and bully people who come up with wild theories and then in the same breath say they don't have to openly show us they care about eachother for them to be real- Y'all are going to ship by faith now? Chileee.

I have said JK likes to retract and conceal and only shows what he chooses to show and this was his choice. It's as simple as that. He chose not to post.

He didn't do it because of no damn other members.

He occupies a huge space in JMs life to not know what this moment says about him and his highly publicized relationship with Jimin- chileee, whatever did park Jimin do to you, JK?! Jesus Christ!

Havent heard of a betrayal this grand since the birth of Judas Iscariot- Judas is that you? Lmho.

I joke but I don't find this funny at all. Bless them.

It's one thing to not post for the others, but it's different for Jimin. And this is not to say the others don't matter to JK, they do. He's called them all family but then again he hasn't placed any one of them on a pedestal the way he's placed Jimin on a pedestal now has he? So we cannot assume Jimin means the same to him as the others mean to him.

Isn't that why we ship them?

Personally, I'm hurt by all of this. It hurts me that some people are going to use this as an excuse to tease and bully Jimin, call him a liar, call into question the years of friendship between Jikook, call into question any future interactions between them- I don cried my eyes out all day for Jimin but also for JK.

It hurts that I have to defend JK and Jikook to anyone. The task wasn't easy before all of this- not that anybody sent me. Who died and made me their spokesperson. Chileee

But please let's not dismiss this moment or belittle it. It's monumental- to me anyway.

JK was on to something I'm just curious to know what stopped him this time around. I want to know if he plans on not posting at all for anyone in the future. How long is he going to keep at it?

He's tried to out them twice. Will he do it again? How is he going to do it? What is Jimin going to do if indeed this is what JK had been planning, how is this going to affect their dynamics- I'm excited for their journey however it goes.

It's their journey unauthored. I'm just here to observe and report- and may uWu while I'm at it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, we gotta ask ourselves, had JK posted anything at all today knowing full well he hasn't posted at all for anyone in the group all year, that what would that have meant for their relationship? What message would that have sent?

While we lament about this moment, let's also take a minute to ponder over what this moment might have signified if JK had actually posted.

Everything he did in the days leading up to Jimin's birthday pointed to the fact he was definitely going to post. To me it felt he was gonna come out. He was. And if he had done it- my god!

JK isn't my favorite person right about now. He can go ahead and step on leggos. No kithes for him🙄

But I have faith in him. Always. He's consistently shown and proven his love and loyalty for Jimin through out the years. You don't nibble on a man's ear in front of sixty thousand people, to find posting a simple message on his birthday tedious. This is Jikook. If it feels wrong, it is wrong.

I wish I could tell yall, this moment means nothing, that JK not posting is not a big deal but I can't. This moment is everything.

Signed,

GOLDY

[witchesbe-like]

I LOOOOVEEE Spell Jars. Loveeeee them. They can be easy and whipped up quickly, OR you can take your time (my favorite) and add ingredients letting that energy seep over time. 

For your protection spell jar you will need a few somethings from each of these categories (you don’t have to include everything in every category, a few from each is fine):

Earth - Dirt (you can use graveyard dirt but do not go out and grab any old random graveyard dirt without consent from the spirits), eggshells (washed with membrane removed), rosemary or sage, black crystals or stones painted black

Air - Feathers, fallen leaves

Fire - Ashes, candle wax, used matches

Water - Seashells, moon or rain water, snow, essential oils in rose or lavender (or whatever you have that smells nice)

You will also need a lock of your hair (to represent YOU the target) and a clean empty jar. I have used old candle jars cleaned out, glass bottles from sauces with the labels peeled off or even sauce jars and painted the lids old. 

To comprise your spelljar pick a Tuesday to work for added strength and protection. Cleanse your space and cast a circle of protection around you. Bless and cleanse each item before it goes in the jar with incense or visualization. Visualization includes imagining a bright light coming from you to the objects you place in your jar. Meditate on each one regardless of the method you use.

Address the elements and ask them to watch over you and protect you. If you have a specific request from what or whatever add it in here. 

Place your items in your jar and close the lid tight. Thank you energies and your space. 

If you want to add some additional items later on you can start with a few and add more and more as you go along. If you want to get really witchy you can also add needles, pins or used nails to your jar.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 30.11.20 lb

ok we’re just gonna skimmmmmmmmm through the first half of the ep coz i really do not care about the shaadi ceremony; i’m just here for the drama once V arrives.

varmalas exchanged.

i am really feeling for dadi. she’s literally dying from sad.

some gloating from this fuck. (SOMEONE TELL ME WTF HE SAW IN THE CONTAINER HOUSE AND WAS LIKE OHHHHHHHH TOH YEH HAI TUMHARA PLANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.......... DID HE SEE V???? DID HE OFFER HIM $$$$$$ TO SWITCH OVER TO HIS TEAM???? WHERE IS ALL THIS OVERCONFIDENCE COMING FROMMMM?????????)

dadi is jhoolofying between stage 2 and 3 of grief, and this fucker is like do kanyadaan no pls. sau jootein naa maaruuun mein isko dadi ko itnaaa pareshaan karne ke liye?????

anyway fwd fwd fwdddddddddddd.

mangalsutra time and lol........... mangalsutra is missing.

growled threats to riddhima, ki i’ll burn this fucking house down and then uske raakh se tumhare maang mein sindoor bharoonga. which again, is a concept taken from naagin 5. Y’ALL NEED TO BE SITTING AT THE OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE CLASS, SINCE YOU CAN’T STOP COPYING YOUR SHIT OFF OF EACH OTHER.

ishani isn’t noticing, but riddhima is actually throwing her the tiniest grateful smile. god i wishhhhhhhhhh they were teamed up, they’d be sooooooo damn formidable together!!!!!!!!

“good job, ishani!”

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WE STAN THIS KANJI EYED KHURAFAATI COUPLE WHO WON’T STAND FOR ANY FUCKERY WITH VANSH BHAI. BADA MAZZAAA AAAYEGA AB SE INKE SCENES MEIN.

kabir paid off the shady panditji who’s like ok no issues kal tak pehna dena mangalsutra.

phera time.

this b never fated to have a shaadi with her consent. how does someone get into this situation not once, but TWO (2) wholeass times?????? at this point, you have got to realise that the problem is YOU.

AAKHRI FUCKING PHERAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. 

god knows what she threw in the fire but as the song goes..........

sis poori taiyyaari ke saath aayi hai. had tucked in one of her 3000 zeher ki sheeshis into her lehenga/kafan. taking a shot like she’s at her bff’s bachelorette party. 

aaaaaaaaaaaaand.........................

“the fuck is going on in this house?????”

isski batteeesi toh dekho. lmao. too cute. she gets such few opportunities in this show to smile genuinely, and it’s nice to see her be truly happy in a moment!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BITCHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! SAAJAN-JI GHAR AAYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(whaddya know????? he coordinated his outfit and everything!!!!!!!!)

poor dadi had justttttttt reached the depression/acceptance part of grief and le.............. naya shock. 

also i cannot stop lmao at angreeeeeeee. hahahahahahahaha. 

khee khee khee khee. kabir currently hearing this music in his head.

meanwhile riddhima’s internal soundtrack is going.........

asldkfjdlsafldskjfldskjflkdsjlfkjdlsflsdflkjdsl the look he’s throwing at kabirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

kabir:

lmaooooooooooooo riddhima is about to murder V for his shenanigans

“hero ki entry aisi hi hoti hai, riddhima!” lmaooooooooooo. he’s gonna get bitch-slapped for this the moment they’re alone together.

lmao he quickly just hugged her again to shut her up. v. cute moment.

angre is still in shock lmao, i can’t get over it.

once again the Murder Look has been set on kabir. lmaoooooo i really wouldn’t wanna be him rn.

“inspector kabir. vansh raisinghania apni riyaasat mein waapas laut aaya hai. swagat nahi karoge humara?”

can’t deny, there was a lotttttt of swag in this moment.

also riddhima the dumbass stillllllllllllllllllll doesn’t realise even now that this is vansh??????? you can have trained him as much as you want, but THIS WHOLE ~~~~AURA~~~ AND VOCABULARY AND THE VOICE AND THE EXPRESSIONS????? THAT CANNOT BE TAUGHT, MY SIMPLE-MINDED SIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmao pairrr chooooein dadi ke. 50,000 ka phatka for riddhima, as per rate card. (plus how much ever the 2 hugs would have cost..............)

AW MANNNNNNNN, LOOK AT HIS BABY 🥺🥺🥺 FACE. AND DADI’S HAPPINESSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS A GENUINELY GOOD MOMENT! THIS IS THE SHIT I WATCH TELLYWOOD FORRRR.

but this bhagwaan talk is not very vansh-y. huh. guess there’s nothing like surviving falling off a 1000 foot cliff to become religious.

I???????????? AM?????????? GENUINELY?????? SO??????? SOFT????????????????????

“yeh kaise ho sakta hai??? poori zindagi mein maine itna daraawana sapna nahi dekha hai!!! aur yeh toh haqeeqat banke aa gaya!!”

snortttttttttttttt. i love itttttttt. I LOVE ITTTTTTTTT.

i got distracted by the fly crawling all over K’s varmaala. reminiscent of the mike pence fly!

“mujhe toh nahi lagta yeh vansh hai. [...] it’s just not possible!”

ASDKDJFSDLKFJLSDKJFLSDJK THE MOMENT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!!!!!!!!

bhaiiiiiiiiiii has to manaaofy roothi behenaaaa firsttttt. yesssss ishaaaniiiiiii make him work for itttttt. bhai dooj bhi miss kar diya manhoos ne apne dramay karne ke chakkar main!!!!!

lmaooooooooooooooooooooooo kabir’s reaction at his ek hazaaron mein meri behenaaaaa hai getting taken tf back. besttttttttttttt.

“mere chote prince ya princess ka kya haal hai? khayaal rakha uska?”

“jaan se bhi zyaada.”

“par ab aap aa gaye hain. toh thodi careless ho sakti hoon. haina?”

WHEN I TELL YOU I YELLED SO FUCKING HAPPILY AT MY SCREEN AT THIS MOMENT?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!??!

question about siya. and promise ki ab main aa gaya hoon na, sabbbbbb theek kar doonga. haaaaaaye, old shivaay waali feelings i’m getting yaaaar, when he was Best Big Brother. god, i really love this tropeeeee. yeh waala tellywood set hamesha aise bade bhaiyyon se aabaad rahe!

angre still like wHoo aRe yOu tHo??????

RAM BHARAT MILAAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmaooooooo vansh turning around to look at chachi and her fakeasssssss

chachi twitter/insta fandom ki awaaz hote hue is like your beardddddd tho :’((((((((( and V is like hospital staff ne hulia bigaad diya. BITCH MORE LIKE IMPROVED IT 1000x. ugh so stinkin hotcutegorgeous you are right nowwwwww.

like this face he made???????? i just cannot standdddddddddddd how fucking good he looks in this ep?!?!!?!?!?

“meri soch se kahin zyaada achche se sambhaal raha hai yeh sabhi ko.” lmao riddhima, you dumbassssssssss. you are just so fucking stupiddddd istg.

lmao his ice cold look at mummy’s fakeassery.

backstory toh plan kii thi in dono ne, lekin riddhima ne itnaaaaa zyaada bhi nahi training dii ke itnaaaa chhaaaaaa jaaaye lol.

sdlkjdslkfjlskdjfldkfjldskjfldskjfldksjfldskfjlkdsjkl time for sexxxyyyyyyyyyyy

i just want someone to look at me with as much lust and mirth as vansh looks at kabir. that’s all i’m asking for.

riddhima looking at this like danggggggg i about to lose both my men. that too, to each other.

asdflkdsjflkdsjflkjdslfkjdslkfjlksdjflkdsjflkdsjflkjdslfkj he literally gave K the european “up yours” gesture while showing him his ghaav. i truly do love V2.0

“shareer ke ghaav bhar lenge, kabir. lekin dil ke ghaav....... zindagi bhar ke liye dard de jaatein hain.”

OMFG THIS DUMBASS STILL DOESN’T REALISE THAT IT’S VANSH?!!?!?!?!?!!? THIS IS LITERALLY THE SAME DIALOGUE *SHE* TOLD HIM THE DAY SHE DISCOVERED RAGINI AND THEY BOTH HAD INJURIES ON THEIR HANDS AFTER HE PUNCHED THE CUPBOARD!!!!!!!!!!!! RIDDHIMA YOU LITERAL DINGDONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

V demanding answers of mummy ki just what this asshole doing in my house, and ishani is just tooooooooo happy to fill bhai in on the goss. lmaooooooo i loveeeee ittttttt!!!!!!!!!

V like hmmmmmmmm seems a little too nicely wrapped up for my liking.

lmao chachi is like oh god if he catches their kaand, then ours is just thaaaaat much easier to find out, and she’s putting in a good word for mummy and K. koiiiiiiiiiiii faayyyda nahi hai. even in the unlikely event that he’s not vansh, photuuuuu dekh ke hi pehchaan gaya tha vihaan ke tum log awwal number ke draamebaaz ho.

kiskoooooooo pattttiiiii padaaaa rahe ho tum log haan???? bhai apna hardware/software/anti-malware sabbbbbbbb upgrade karwaaake aaya hai. aise nahi phasne waala.

chaachi is like IT’S ALL RIDDHIMA’S FAULT! SHE’S THE ONE WHO LET HIM IN!!!!!!!!!!

welp! :) :) :) :)

BEST EPISODE I’VE EVER WATCHED OF THIS SHOW?!?!!?!?!?!? YUP!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY PSYCHED FOR WHAT’S COMING UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[tbh-entp]

Hey! Are there any ENTPs in fiction that you don't like or don't relate to at all?

Hey! Cool question. 

So I almost overwhelmingly tend to like ENTPs in fiction and in life tbh, which this mostly has to do with me enjoying cleverness and wit (even when I don’t agree with it.) But there are a few who seriously annoy me, and I think that has to deal with me finding them to be super unhealthy??? Here’s a quick list: 

Tony Stark 

Controversial, I know. But ya boi is a poster boi for unhealthy (PTSD)

Nothing against PTSD, but he needed help and I felt like he took a lOT of things out on others (Civil War, Pepper in general)

I loved Iron Man 3 since they kind of began to address his probs

I’m not the type to find being a super playboy or spending the way he does to be cool by any means. 

Also he was wrong in Civil War by a million miles– just objectively. 

I also find his quips to be super annoying because it’s constant and he’s developed very little awareness or understanding of others. 

I used to like him, but I think Marvel putting him in literally every movie made me get sick of him having a quick (not that funny) line every other word. (aka both first Avengers films)

I think I’ve realized that my beef is actually with Joss Whedon’s Tony Stark mostly and the Tony Stark Civil War reasoning

I quite like Tony in his own movies though. Iron Man 1 and 3 are a literal jam, and I don’t hate 2 either (lol surprise)

Jack Skellington

I like the art in the movie but Jack strikes me as a bit selfish

Very clever and ingenious and all the good things sure, but super focused on things he wants and not the most practical character. 

Too focused on big picture without much understanding of their effects on others, especially given the amount of importance his actions have. 

Barney Stinson

May be a narcissist to the max. 

Also a bit sexist???? Or treats women not well at least. 

I also find his quips annoying. 

I actually can’t watch How I Met Your Mother because of him, can’t stand it! 

Jim Halpert

SUPER Controversial… even with myself. 

I loveeeeed him in the beginning, but by the end of the show they wanted to have a bit of turbulence with Pam and Jim and hhhhhhhhh

They made Jim an asshole and not an adult about it. AKA he didn’t own up to his crap (making large investments without Pam’s consent, taking new jobs, not taking being a dad seriously..) 

It was kind of in character though, which is why I stick with this??? I think they could’ve done without it and kept him in character though.

Ya so here’s my ‘quick list’. I don’t actually really dislike that many characters, Arguably, I like all of these excluding Barney Stinson to some extent. My biggest beef with ENTP characters is that they’re overwhelmingly white dudes (which, tbh this is probably the same with most personality types since many women and poc aren’t even written well enough to have discernible types). But given that I’m both female and a poc, I always wish that we’d see more of us on TV! So yeah, here’s my two cents! 

[userlando]

IM THE ANON WHO TALKED ABOUT GIVING THEM WAKE UP BLOW JOBS AND NOW IM SAT HERE LAUGHING AT THE MESS IVE CAUSED YOUR BLURBS KILL ME ESPECIALLY THE MOUTH THIGHS AND HANDS LIKE YO ONE OF THE TWINS STANDING UP AND THEY HAVE YOU PINNED AGAINST THE WALL AND THEY'RE HOLDING YOU UP, YOUR LEGS WRAPPED AROUND THEIR HEADS AS THEY EAT YOU UGH YES ALSO, DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD BE INTO BONDAGE?

HAHAH DUDE YOU JUST STARTED WORLD WAR 3 ON MY BLOG AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

YES, YES YES. they’d probably try it out once in a while. I think ethan would be soooo into it, he’d love to tie you up and spank you, and just call you “his little girl” and just loveeeee hearing you call him sir, daddy or master. and he’d love to watch you squirm and make you come over and over and just pleasure you in all the ways he can. and of course he’d take advantage of it too, just using your body (with your consent of course) to make himself orgasm