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[seasidefae]

hellooo. i wanted to celebrate 100 followers somehow (thank you for following this yapper who can't drive!) i've been thinking about the carcar wag!oscar au A LOT. but since i don't have enough time and the creative energy to sort all these thoughts out into one 3k word one-shot right now, here are some more headcanons

welcome to the full throttle universe

edit 2.1.2025: now a (major motion picture!) one-shot series

i aged up oscar a little bit so they have a 4-year age difference. 26-year old oscar piastri, architect extraordinaire, with his passion projects that are mainly education and sports related. he also jumps at any chance to participate in pro bono projects for local charities in australia.

that’s how he met carlos, at a gala in madrid oscar wasn’t even supposed to attend but the company needed someone to proxy, kiss ass and what not, and everyone else was busy. oscar thought carlos was an obnoxious 1-percenter trust fund baby asshole who spilled wine all over him (accidentally), meanwhile carlos is the epitome of that one viral tiktok audio going “blah blah blah proper name place name back story stuff” while oscar is angrily whisper-yelling at him. the cherry on top of it all is when oscar complained about his expensive suit being ruined and carlos went, “i will just buy you a new one.” oscar almost punched him. almost.

oscar hasn’t forgotten about the whole ordeal even a year later when he and carlos met again at wimbledon. again, oscar got tickets from a friend and he was alone. carlos was also alone. unsurprisingly, he doesn’t recognize oscar at first. at that point oscar knows this is the rude guy at the gala but he’s aware that this is carlos sainz jr aka formula 1 driver carlos sainz jr. carlos is friendly and enthusiastic, talking in the general direction of oscar about tactics and carlos alcaraz. oscar blurts out, “i thought you were a golf guy.” that’s when carlos finally turns to him and recognition hits. (the attraction hasn’t changed either) he brought oscar to meet carlos alcaraz after, got his number, and the rest is history.

oscar first started appearing in carlos’ ig stories in the 2024 season. they had a year to really think about whether or not they want to commit. turns out they do. whenever carlos is asked about it, he just says, “oh that’s oscar” and redirects the question when he’s asked for details.

ig stories from carlos:

oscar’s ig is private, as well as all his other socials. he has like 50 followers, just friends and family that have been warned about leaks, so he has no trouble posting carlos.

ig stories from oscar:

has carlos ever slipped? the guy is tight lipped when he wants to. but mention oscar within his vicinity and he’ll have that smile that can’t be helped. people can speculate all they want.

oscar first started showing up to races in australia ‘24 aka 2 weeks after carlos’ surgery aka the race he won. oscar tried to talk him out of racing post-surgery but carlos insisted.

that’s also when the rumors started to really hit. like at first it’s a cute little thing that only 5 people have talked about, and the rest accepted the faceless guy in carlos’ ig stories and post as some rando friend named oscar. probably a childhood friend? his sister’s boyfriend? he’s not even tagged. but after australia, seeing oscar in the garage wearing the red headset, having his lower third be just “Oscar Piastri” when he appears on screen, and greeting Carlos at parc ferme when he won definitely raised some suspicion a lot more. it’s not like they weren’t ready for that. it took countless of meetings with pr people that oscar hated, a decision left fully in oscar’s hands and not carlos’ because carlos understands oscar’s need for privacy. “piñon and him have a lot in common.” going to the australian gp was more out of necessity. (for himself, considering he'll be sick with worry staying at home and wondering if carlos, who was 3-weeks post surgery, would fare okay. he just wants to make sure he's FINE.)

[z13lovebot]

Go fish

[bcksbarnes]

the faster we're falling

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky is, unfortunately, dragged to a busy club on a saturday night. he hates the loud music and strobe lights and just wants to leave, until you catch his eye. cw: 🔞 - MDNI, suggestive content

word count: 2K

it was joaquin who convinced bucky to go out that night. something about being mentally 100, but physically 30 and needing to meet new people to have fun with … blah blah blah. bucky doesn’t really know since he completely tuned him out and just said yes to shut him up. somehow sam had found a new right hand man who had just the same amount of zest for life as he did, how utterly adorable.

clubs were not his scene, though he had surprisingly been in his own fair share of them from missions that required him to stake out some hit he had who liked the companionship of the cute go-go dancers. it made him itch to think about what kind of sleazebags roamed some of those he had been to - they were mostly full of activities that no one would want to be a part of.

but, of course, the club joaquin wanted to take him and sam to wasn’t like that. no, it was a place where the lights were too bright and colorful, the drinks were a bit sweeter, and the music was too loud. it was a place that, surprisingly, intimidated bucky beyond belief.

he tried really hard to remember what his life was like before the winter soldier, he remembers having fun flirting with anyone he could, because he could. but, it had been years since then and he wasn’t sure he was capable of even doing that anymore.that was his former self, the bucky before the trauma and the bad things - the one that didn’t wake up sweating and panting through another panic attack. 

all of it accumulated into the wallflower he was now, quiet and brooding. dating didn’t come as naturally as it once did, let alone talking to someone who made his heart race, but he tried to convince himself he just needed to clean off the rust and get things moving again. 

the other thing that clubs had that scared the shit out of bucky? dancing. now, don’t get him wrong, back in the day he had his fair share of swing dancing with a beautiful partner on his arm - but the things people were doing in this century? bucky’s sure his body didn’t know how to move like that. 

“don’t be so grumpy,” sam said as three men finally settled on a spot by the bar, his hand clasping bucky’s shoulder. “you need a night out from time to time, man.”

“i do get a night out, most of them don’t require this many sweaty bodies.” bucky calls out over the loud music; a song he definitely did not know. 

“you know that getting your system updated doesn’t count as a night out, right?” sam can’t help but get the jab in. bucky bites down on his cheek as he pushes his friend playfully, tempted to curse him out, but sam’s loud cackle as he regains his balance makes any slight tension melt.

bucky wasn’t kidding though. saying the club was crowded was putting it mildly, it was filled to the brim, and the super soldier stood out like a sore thumb which inherently made his palms sweat.

“here!” joaquin called, handing back two shots and two beers towards bucky and sam before turning back around to pay the bartender.

bucky looked down at the shot glass and frowned, this definitely didn’t look like a normal spirit. despite the darkness in the room, he could still make out the light yellow color of the liquid.

“what is it?” he asks, brows furrowing as he tries to wrack his brain for anything that looks this color.

“green tea shot!” joaquin smirks as he grabs his own glass after shoving his wallet back into his pants pocket. “drink up!”

“great…” bucky mumbles as he shakes his head before downing the shot. weak. and since bucky couldn’t get drunk … tastes like shit. 

he can’t help but let out a sigh as he turns to face the crowd, the beer clutched tightly in his hands as he brings it to his lips, his eyes passing over the room. he had already taken the time when he walked in to make sure he knew where every point of entry was in case of emergency, which was good because the second his eyes land on you he’s sure he would have forgotten to check.

there you were, in the middle of the dance floor, a wide smile on your face as you swayed to the music. time felt like it had slowed as bucky zeroes his gaze in on you. it felt like a moment right out of a movie scene, your hands moving up and down your body and into your hair, the sweat on your collarbone glistening in the blu-ish purple strobe lights that line the dance floor. you looked so carefree and happy, it was breathtaking. the hairs on his arm raise, feeling the goosebumps run straight through him. 

bucky doesn’t register for a moment that his beer has completely missed his mouth, dribbling down the front of his shirt until joaquin grabs his arm.

“ah, shit.” bucky mumbles to himself, turning back around to the bar to wipe himself off. through all of it, his mind keeps replaying the moment he saw you, his body was moving on auto pilot. 

when he turns back around, you’re gone, as if you were just a ghost there to taunt him for a split second. how was that possible? how did he manage to witness the most invigorating moment of his life and then it was gone in a flash? blue eyes frantically search the rest of the bar until he spots you again, you were grabbing your friend at the corner of the bar, wanting them to come with you to dance. 

“uh oh,” bucky heard joaquin say next to him. “looks like buckster over here has his eyes caught on someone.”

“don’t call me that ever again.” bucky says, his eyes stay trained ahead of him, fixated on you. he feels joaquin hand him another shot glass, but he doesn’t bother taking a look at it this time as he downs it, the burning in the back of his throat telling him it was something a little stronger this time.

it for sure wasn’t liquid luck, maybe his brain short circuited, because soon he was pushing his away through the crowd towards you. what the hell is wrong with me? his brain was screaming at him to stop, the thoughts were loud and he felt like he’s about three seconds from a panic attack. what the fuck? what the hell am i doing? i can’t just  -

“hey.” bucky calls out to you over the music, a different song that sounds vaguely familiar but he wouldn’t be able to name. 

you’re startled slightly by the voice behind you, but by the look on your friends face whoever it is would definitely be worth your time. slowly, you turn back, greeted immediately with the chest of a man who could be a god if you didn’t know any better. your eyes painstakingly take their time to finally meet his gaze, this handsome stranger looks back at you with the sweetest look you’ve ever seen.

“hey.” you call back. “do we know each other?”

“no,” bucky says, a flicker of a smirk adorning his features. “but i’m hoping we can get the chance to.” there it was, the cog in the machine was spinning once again.

you can’t help the flip your stomach does as he speaks, the line was simple, but effective. it’s not that you hadn’t been flirted with at a club, usually it was unwanted attention. but this? this was fully welcomed. 

you give a look back at your friends for a moment, your eyes widening as your features say well damn. handing one of them your drink, you spin back around towards bucky and grab his metal hand, leading him back out towards the dancefloor you once occupied.

it takes him by surprise, he doesn’t let people touch his metal hand often nor do people seem to gravitate towards it as their initial reaction. the warmth in his body spreads at how soft your hand feels in his, like the two of you were made for this moment.

regret isn’t the right word to describe what bucky was feeling, because he didn’t regret walking up to you (even if he could see sam and joaquin pointing and talking about him from the corner of his eyes). it was more of an alarm going off in his brain that he would now have to try and dance with you, years of being an assassin definitely gave him stiff hips. 

you’re not one to judge though, instead opting to enjoy the moment as you stand chest to chest, your hands gripping his biceps as you start to sway your hips softly with the music. he looks taken aback by the forwardness of it all, the slight awkward undertones of his personality dying to get out. 

“relax! we’re just dancing” you yell over the music, your hands sliding down to grab his wrists, moving his hands to your hips, hoping it would encourage him to release a bit of this pent up anxious energy he had. 

bucky finds himself trying to move with you though it’s off beat for a moment, until a song he actually knows comes on. it has a loud bass but a slower tempo and all of a sudden the world shuts down. his eyes close as he lets the beat move through his body, his hands on your hips pulling you in closer towards him.

you can’t help it and decide to turn in his arms as he pulls you in close, so now your back is pressed against his chest. the change in song turns the fun club atmosphere into an intimate setting almost immediately. 

it’s almost as if the club is on mute, as if something shifted and time was moving so carefully that all either of you could focus on were the ways you moved together. bucky’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his flesh hand splayed across your stomach, the heat from his touch would have left burns if they could. 

your breath hitches in your throat when you feel how strong he is, the way he has the lightest touch on you but it feels like he’s enveloping your body slowly. bucky’s head bows down so his lips are level with your ear, you can hear the way his breathing hikes as you grind down on that one spot each time. 

it makes bucky’s knees want to buckle each time. he can’t remember the last time he was pressed so closely to someone like this, let alone to make his body respond. the arousal spread through his body, forcing him to remember what it was like to feel so alive again. it was electrifying.

you and bucky are hypnotized in the moment, your hand snaking behind you to rest on the back of his neck while the other rests on the metal arm he has on your waist. and despite the crowd of bodies around you, the smell of his cologne floods your senses, you were sure if you ever smelled it again he would be all you thought of.

neither of you are drunk, but both of you are completely intoxicated.

the excitement seems to run through each of you, you can feel the way he pulls you closer to him, the way your head leans back onto his shoulder. it’s all natural, happening without pressure or outside forces.

bucky’s lips ghost over your neck catching the way your pulse increases as he does so. all you can think about is ripping his clothes off, all bucky can think about is how inappropriate it would be to take you in front of all these people.

“i’m bucky.” he whispers in your ear, his nose nudging against your skin. 

fuck, he wanted you.

he listened to you breathe out your name.

scratch that - now he needed you.

[unboxt]

tbh idk why you guys are so worried about the ending of episode 5 he’s fine he just went to wetherspoons

[quarkfancam]

dinner date where everyone involved is having a great time

[imdoingjustgr8]

generic lowishbutkindadidtakeastupidamountof-effort meme bandwagoning post

[gyrmirr]

can i tell you that i'm empty?

[whateven333]

FROM as a show is so special because it's one of those rare instances where the most disliked character that the fandom finds to be annoying for any and all reasons... is a white man. Instead of doing the usual thing where the most hated character is a woman who is over-hated for even the most minor misstep (with the underlying real reason being misogyny). And I just think that's so beautiful, so thank you Jim for being mildly but consistently irritating. The world is healing ❤️

[littledemo0n]

Excuse me im just gonna spam all of these over here...(part 1 [yes there's more])

[hellspawnmotel]

[PLUTO AMV] August Closing His Mouth After a Long Summer's Yawn

for the past two months I've been working on this, it's my first AMV in several years and I'm really really proud of how it turned out! pluto is one of my favorite manga and this is one of my favorite songs. I wanted to evoke the feeling of calm after wartime, wanting to exhale and let everything go but sensing that it's only a matter of time before the cycle continues and it all comes crashing down.

thank you for watching!

[hinamie]

idc that these chars are featured in this au for a grand total of 3 seconds its who i am as a person i Need to draw them all

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[meamiki]

(You gently drop the flower in their open palm, and act like nothing out of the ordinary happened.)

(Loop does, too.)

[boarloved-art]

ig ooomfie said i should draw xuanli and i kinda went crazy abt them whoopsydoodle

[emotionalsupport-ljh]

<It'll Last Longer>

Take a picture. A few pictures. And some videos, too.

Smut - woozi x fem!reader

This is probably going to be the tamest smut I write about him.

AO3 link

Word Count: 3.4k

CW: pwp, teasing, filming, cunnilingus, blowjob/facefucking, p in v, creampie

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Jihoon’s soft lips slowly kiss every one of your knuckles. You cuddle close to his side lying comfortably in his bed, watching anime on the laptop that sits on his legs. He isn’t paying any attention to the bright lights and colors flashing on the screen nor the overpowered protagonist announcing the name of his next attack. No, Jihoon can only focus on your slow breathing and the way you’re absolutely engrossed in the shonen that plays in front of you. You feel a hand move from your shoulder to rest on your hip. The hand that once held yours was reaching for your face, pulling your attention from the show and toward lips that hungered for more than knuckles.

It takes you by surprise how deep and needy the kiss becomes. The heat of Jihoon’s lips against yours threatens to melt you where you sit. His mouth opens slightly against yours for his tongue to beg for entry past your lips. You use all of your strength, both physically and mentally, to pull away from the sudden fervent desire of your boyfriend. You scan his face and find that his eyes have darkened, staring into yours as if his vision tunneled hyper focusing on you, you, and only you. 

“What has gotten into you?” you ask breathlessly.

“I want you,” he answers simply. He quickly closes the laptop and places it on the floor on the side of the bed.

“I was watching that! It was getting good!” You protest his unprovoked urge, but only meet strong arms and hands around your waist manhandling you until you are underneath him.

He kisses your lips then trails down to your neck while speaking in between each gentle peck, “I realized… my schedule… in a few weeks… is packed…” One of his hands makes its way up from where it held your waist until it’s gripping one of your covered breasts. He settles into a kiss on the side of your neck that turns into a hickey as he latches his teeth and sucks hard at the skin. 

The sensation causes you to moan softly. You weave your fingers through his hair as he moves to make another mark on your collarbone while your other hand rests on his that has taken hold of your breast. You press your hand onto his, guiding it in squeezing you. The act sends a shiver through your spine.

Jihoon lifts his head and chuckles with pride as red marks bloom and hooded eyes stare back at him. “I’ll miss you…” he continues his earlier thought, “...so I decided that I need to be inside of you as much as possible until then. Starting tonight.”

Your judgment is taken over by the electric feeling between your legs. It’s not like you didn’t want to have spontaneous sex with Jihoon. You feel the smallest tinge of sadness at his realization that you wouldn’t be able to hold him like this in just a couple of weeks. You agree that you need to spend as much time with him as possible. “Well, when you put it that way…” you let the sentence fall off in favor of wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss, immediately allowing his tongue to explore your mouth.

Jihoon takes the opportunity to pull your shirt up. You almost can’t bring yourself to disconnect from him to allow it to come off. You whine when he pulls back and tosses the shirt haphazardly to the floor. He takes a moment to let his vision linger on you, drinking up the beautiful sight of his now half-naked girlfriend writhing underneath him. He reaches down toward your chest, still covered with a simple bra and plays with the cute little bow on the front. Perfect. He moves to cup both of your breasts, admiring the way the simple but cute bra accentuates them. He leans down to kiss both of them one at a time then begins to suck on the soft skin aiming to leave a mark.

“Ji…” you squeal out as he works at creating another hickey. You hold his head down to your chest. He turns you slightly so he can reach the clasp on your back. He unhooks it and, in one swift motion, removes the whole thing without taking his mouth off your chest. He licks the red spot he made then sits up to look at his work, again.

Jihoon bites his lip and grunts. “God, you look so good.” His gaze alone brings the heat up in your body. He has only teased you thus far, and you’re aching for him to venture further south.

“I have an idea.” He breaks away from your hands and leans to grab his phone from the charger on the side table. A flash goes off as you are just staring at him. Jihoon grunts again, shows you his masterpiece, and says, “See? So good, baby.” On his phone, you are staring at yourself, but it’s a version of yourself you don’t see often. Your lips are red and parted, eyelids hooded, and there are red spots on your skin marking you as Jihoon’s property. You look like a proper slut.

Jihoon puts the phone on the bed next to you and takes off his shirt. Your breath hitches like it always does when you see his naked chest. You don't have time to admire it as he reaches for your knees and pushes them up effectively folding you in half. Your legs fall on his shoulders and he leans in for a kiss. While your lips connect, he reaches into your pants and rubs the growing warmth between your legs over your panties. A thumb pushes the underwear between your labia, using the fabric to massage your clit.

A moan rips from your throat, breaking the kiss. A deep chuckle erupts from Jihoon’s chest, and you feel his thumbs move down from your clit to the patch of growing wetness on your panties.

“I've barely touched you,” he whispers against your lips. He kisses the insides of your thighs, bending closer and closer to the heat emanating from you until he pulls his hands away from you again, reaching for his phone. You can’t stand the teasing, but there is a devilish smirk stuck on his face as he clocks your writhing as he pulls your pants to rest on your legs then positions the camera in front of your pussy. The phone flashes again with a shutter noise right in front of your wet underwear. Jihoon shows you the picture: wet panties pushed between glistening lips. 

“Stop teasing me, Ji, please!” you beg. Your legs are still on his shoulders and they begin to shake. He holds you in place and looks down his nose at you.

“I like it when you beg. Tell me what you want, baby.” The phone is still in his hands pointing at you. He’s filming. Your arms fly to cover your face, and your ears ignite. It’s already hot with your boyfriend’s furnace-like body over you and the arousal boiling your body, but the embarrassment brings it to a fever pitch.

“Please,” you breathe out from under your small cover. Though you feel semi-protected from the camera with your arms over your face, Jihoon sees the rest of your mostly exposed body beneath him. His smile only grows, watching you writhe and act all shy when he knows exactly how dirty you can be.

He rips the cover from your face with one of his hands while saying, “None of that, baby. I need you to be a good girl and tell me what you want loud enough for the camera.”  He looks at you through the screen, and you don’t know whether to focus on him or the device in his hands. He’s holding both of your wrists in one hand. They rest on your stomach and are close to the bulge in his sweatpants. They move faster than you can think, straining against Jihoon’s grip to get to the prize you desperately seek. 

“Use. Your. Words.” The grip tightens around your wrists. The longer you hold out, the rougher Jihoon will get with you. Just as much as you want all the pleasures his hands, mouth, and cock can bring, he wants to capture all of you on his phone for future use.

“I want you,” you say, almost pleading.

“You want me to what?” 

“I want you to eat my pussy, then fuck me. Please. I want you in me so bad!” The whine that comes out of you is loud. It merges with a moan that erupts when Jihoon’s hands let go of you and find their way into your panties as fingers pinch your clit. In a moment, Jihoon moves to more easily rid you of the rest of the fabric that once created the barrier between him and what he craves.

“Well, when you put it that way…” he says, using your line against you. With his phone in hand, he gets close to your naked pussy and kisses your clit hard, darting his tongue out to dig into it. He's trying to get the camera angle just perfect to catch all the action, but it proves too difficult since he can't look at the screen and focus on you with his mouth at the same time. He catches your wrist and puts the phone in your hand. Without a word, he uses both of his now free hands to position your legs open.

“Go ahead and film from your perspective, baby. I want you to use the video, too.” Jihoon's gaze finds the camera pointed toward him. You see him on the screen and nod vigorously, very excited about the prospect of watching him work on you. You prop yourself on your elbows and try to get a good angle that includes the red lips, flushed cheeks, and fluttering eyelashes. 

The hitched breath gets closer and closer, then suddenly a flat tongue licks its way between your lips all the way from your taint to flicking your clit. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you unconsciously stifle any sounds that want desperately to escape your chest. You don't know whether to look through the screen or directly at him, almost in the same way you wouldn't stare directly at the sun. The sight might send you over the edge too soon.

Jihoon isn't aware of any of your struggles not to instantly climax. He's too focused on his ministrations with his fingers rubbing your nub as he sinks his tongue inside you resolving to lick away all of the liquid that just keeps flowing. The sounds his tongue makes as it moves every which way inside you are deliciously vile. He does start to notice that it is entirely too quiet for his liking. He retreats and raises his head to meet your eyes. You see that his mouth and chin are slick with spit and the wetness from inside your pussy.

“Don't be shy, baby. You know how much I love to hear you.” His fingers haven't stopped flicking your clit for a single moment. You can’t let go of your lip to tell him how close you are, how this restraint might be the only thing keeping you grounded and focused enough to not come undone so quickly.

Jihoon never cares  much for restraint when it comes to pleasure, especially if he’s pleasuring you. Two fingers find their way inside you, digging deep to find the spot then prodding it without restraint. It’s as if the chains that are keeping you on Earth break all at once, finally letting you float freely to cloud nine. It’s relentless and continuous pleasure that makes your hands go limp. You barely notice the phone drop down on your belly only to be picked up by a swift hand to capture the incredible and fap-worthy scene that Jihoon knows he’ll replay over and over and over. He closes in on fingers that disappear and reappear from the depths of you then pans up to your heaving chest and head lolled back as wanton moans cascade from your lips like a waterfall. Jihoon can’t help but chuckle softly admiring the mess he’s making of you and the fact that he has the privilege of catching it all on his phone.

Your eyelids close hard and you cry your boyfriend’s name to the sky as your first orgasm hits in pleasurable waves. The fingers inside you slow down, letting you ride it out comfortably. As you crack your eyes open you first lock your gaze on the camera and lick your lips. You notice how dry your mouth is from inhaling the air needed to keep up with the sounds your lungs had been itching to make from the start. You need to quench this thirst somehow. 

“Jihoonie…” you mewl out in a small voice somewhere between a plea and a question. You meet his eyes briefly then stare down at his hips where his sweats still sit, and a tent has long been standing unattended. Jihoon notices your eyes drop to his pants and begins to palm his aching cock through them. 

“You know what I’m going to say.” Jihoon’s voice is deep and seductive and commanding. You love the way he gets when he’s horny. He gets so particular and controlling. He wants you to beg, to say every dirty thought that comes to your mind. He likes your devolution from his good little girlfriend to an insatiable slut.

Whatever restraint or pride you were once holding onto is long gone after cumming on your boyfriend's fingers while he records you. That dirty persona takes over as you say, “Come here, baby, let me help you with that hard cock. Put it in here,” then you open your mouth wide. Jihoon smiles and scoots up so his legs straddle your face. He finally pulls down his sweats just far enough that his long, hard cock can stand proudly outside of its confines. He has the camera pointing at his hard dick in front of your open mouth, and he’s almost salivating at how good it looks on the screen. He takes his time guiding his cock to your mouth, trying to savor the moment and make the video run a good amount of time. You become a bit impatient and take the tip between your lips and suck hard while giving his slit a good lick. Precum coats your tongue; you swallow it to quench the lustful thirst. 

“Shit,” Jihoon gasps. His mouth hangs open as you slowly take each inch, making sure your tongue slides against the vein on the underside. What you can’t take in your mouth, you jerk with your hand and bob your head at a comfortable pace. Jihoon’s eyes are glued to the screen. He watches as you open your hooded eyes and wink toward the camera, giving it a very good show. He can’t help but thrust lightly in your mouth to chase the heat so languidly caressing him. You let him set a pace; he never goes too hard and actually has his eyes trained on you to make sure you're okay the whole time. 

As the tight feeling in his stomach gets more and more intense, Jihoon pulls away, even though he doesn’t really want to. A line of precum and spit connects your mouth to him, and you lean toward him to kiss his tip and lick it up. He groans hard and maneuvers to get his pants all the way off, finally rendering you both naked. Jihoon settles himself between your legs, and you finally let your head rest on the pillows. With his dick in one hand, and his phone in the other, he guides it to your awaiting sex while filming the whole thing. He takes a moment to capture rubbing it between your wet lips, enjoying the way you squirm under him.

“What’s wrong, hm? Tell me,” he teases in a fake concerned voice.

“I already told you, Ji!” you get more and more impatient with his teasing. His cock rubs your clit and up and down between your labia which get impossibly wetter, threatening to drip onto the sheets. It does feel good, but you spite the way Jihoon likes to slowly see you come undone as he teases the hell out of you.

“I forgot,” he lies with a big smile on his face. He doesn’t even look you in the eye; he’s too focused on watching his cock slide on your beautiful, wet pussy. “Can you remind me?”

You want to groan and try to torture him as much as he has tortured you thus far, but his resolve is too strong. He gets more pleasure from the service of it all more than anything. He does like to receive, but giving - well, in cases like this one, almost giving - is his true passion. He does it smiling over you, under you, and all around you. And he’ll be doing it every day for the next couple of weeks. 

You give in, “Please, fuck me! Please, plea-” You are cut off when Jihoon slides his full cock into your awaiting hole. It bottoms out, and he waits a beat before thrusting rhythmically. Your moans accompany the sound of skin slapping skin. Jihoon got the whole thing on video, up close and personal. The camera lingers on your entrance as his long cock slides in and out, in and out. He makes sure to pull all the way to the tip before re-entering, getting every inch on the screen before letting it disappear again into the heat of your pussy. 

You look at Jihoon who has his eyes glued to the screen. Hooking your legs around his waist, you pull him closer and gently grab his chin with your thumb and forefinger, guiding him to face you rather than the device in his hands. Your eyes meet his and your wet lips beg for a kiss without having to say anything. He obliges and abandons the phone on the bed to meet you in a searing kiss. His tongue expertly explores your mouth, and he maintains his pace thrusting into you. You moan through the whole kiss. 

While placing sweet kisses to the side of your mouth, Jihoon angles to hit your g-spot head on. His thrusts are shallow and hard as he stimulates it waiting for the moment you lose your breath. “Cum for me, again, baby girl.” The simple words have you convulsing in an instant, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend pulling him until he can’t get any closer. Watching your face and body writhe in ultimate pleasure helps him as he chases his own orgasm. He can’t take his gaze off your face that had a blissful expression stuck on it.

“Go ahead,” you breathe out, “Cum inside, baby.” You smile lazily at his surprise that turns into a jaw-dropping orgasm as he ruts his hips against you, emptying his load inside of your hole and filling you to the brim. Jihoon once again grabs his phone. He begins to document himself pulling out slowly, revealing your cum-covered hole. He takes his thumb to spread the opening more which allows more of the white liquid to drip out. Satisfied, he finally stops the video and ventures to gather some towels to clean you up.

When you are both clean and comfortable snuggling under the covers together, you hear noises coming from your boyfriend who is focused on his phone. He isn’t scrolling through social media or texting. A familiar voice speaks through his phone, “Go ahead.Cum inside, baby.” You cringe hearing your freshly fucked self through the speaker. You never thought you would be confronted by that version of yourself until now.

“Are you really watching that right now?” you ask incredulously.

Jihoon turns the screen toward you and displays your own pussy dripping with his cum. “Doesn’t that look so delicious? You did so well for me. So pretty.” He smiles and laughs as you lightly push him, turning red from embarrassment. 

You turn to face away from him and he finally puts his phone down for the night. He wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face in your shoulder. “Send me that video when you get a chance.” You feel a smile creeping onto Jihoon’s face.

[consultingfujoshi]

everyone else is giving their take on this so I feel as if I should too. I am angry about burt and irving now having two almost-kisses and them still finding a reason for them to never close that gap. like, yea it makes narrative sense that neither of those scenes contained a kiss, it's compelling even, if I view it objectively I actually love that because I care deeply about these characters and want them to be written realistically and with nuance.

but I am not gonna sit here and pretend that I'm fine with how this compares to the straight couples that have had so much more this season. if burt and irving's story existed in a bubble where markhelly and all the rest didn't serve as points of comparison I don't think I'd be half as upset at the way this ended. I'd be able to appreciate the impact of their being unable to kiss TWICE now in different universes because of forces outside of their control without looking across at every. single. other. couple. who are all straight. and going. why do they get that and we don't. why is it only the gay couple that have to be written "realistically" where they're still not ready to kiss. why can allowances and indulgences be made for dramatic effect for EVERYONE except them. I don't know if it's intentional homophobia, or queerbait, or if they're really just that squeamish about the idea of two old men kissing each other, but the double standard is there no matter the motivation behind it. and when you combine that with irving's innie being effectively killed off four episodes into the second season, and now his outie potentially written out of the show too, all I'm saying is it becomes hard to give them the benefit of the doubt.

we're all aware john turturro may not return for another season and that's why they felt the need to wrap up irving's two storylines somehow so they weren't left on a loose end should he decide not to come back, and I get that, and I'm glad there was some sense of finality to it, but then why not allow us just this one thing. just one moment of indulgence. because it might actually be our, and their, last chance. would it have killed them to just let them kiss this one time if there was a chance we'd never see them again, a chance they'd never see each other again. the truth is, no, it wouldn't have been hard at all. but they still made the decision to withhold that. because they can't allow us or them even the most basic kindness whilst handing the straight couples everything on a silver platter.

I'm not gonna get into the pacing issues of their relationship this season, how we jumped from them shyly asking each other out on another date to burt carrying out the hit on irving, how there feels like a missing scene in between those two events, because that relates to a wider problem with the structure of the show itself that is beyond the scope of this criticism. but i think it's telling that rather than giving us that extra time with them, they took a whole episode away from our main cast where even cobel got to kiss a one off male character that we will never hear from or see of again, and the supposed flagship romance of season 1 can't even get that. at what point am I allowed to call that thing in the corner that looks, acts, and talks like a duck a fucking duck?

if it sounds like I'm bitter, and jealous, it's because I am. because whether or not the double standard is intentional or not, it's still there. and I really did think a show that was able to present such special, compelling, meaningful queer characters would be a little more self aware about the message they're sending. and it fucking sucks that this has become just another show where I have to swallow my frustration and accept that they're not writing this for me. I and my fellow queer audience will never be the priority. even now we are still begging for scraps

[tar-thelien]

Look I´m a full believer that you should ship what you want and not harass others for their ships BUT

Lately on the Sauron/Mairon tag I´ve seen some people say he wouldn´t be interested in men!??!? Like I´m sorry to break it to you but he literally saw the most beautiful woman to ever exist and instead of thinking about his own desires he instantly thought "my boss would be so proud of me if I gave her to him."

WHAT´S NOT GAY ABOUT THAT CREATURE!?!??!?

Also on a smaller note the few posts that say Sauron could NEVER be gay are literally calling people weird for shipping him with men?? So, could we please just go back to shipping the mass murder with who we want to and stop bothering others with who they ship him with?? No?

So ship who you want and have fun, talk with those who ship the same and all that, but don´t go in and accuse others for having the wrong ship :)

EDIT: just to make sure everyone understands I DON´T IN ANY WAY SUPPORT PEOPLE WHO POLICE SHIPS OR SHAME PEOPLE FOR THEIR SHIP OR ACCUSING THEM OF NOT FOLLOWING CANON ETC ship who you want and don´t bother people who have another ship and try to "teach" them about your ship if they don´t ask for it.