#like man i was so excited about a bisexual man in an m/m relationship in a big network show but apparently everyone is Big Mad about that

[naylor]

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[neowinestainedress]

hey i really wanted to request a drabble where yn is in a established relationship with jaemin and they kinda have this habit of watching porn together if this is really weird just completely ignore love ur writing bye

w!: watching p*rn together (ofc), fingering, spit play (once on p*ssy), handj*b, mutual m*sturbation, oral (m receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, cr*ampie, dirty talk, voyeurism/exhibitionism/fxf mentions, you get compared to a fleshlight but it’s only because i didn’t know if the description of the position was clear enough, there are no degrading/objectifying intents behind it

a/n: hi! it’s not weird but i’m not sure what kind of porn you wanted them to watch so i’m not sure you will like this + my bisexuality jumped out i’m sorry BUT if this is not what you had in mind send it again and i’ll write it in another way. once again, it’s longer than a drabble. off topic: this fuelled my want to write an mxfxf smut fic

It all started when Jaemin caught you masturbating one afternoon just a few months after you started dating, and then it became kind of a habit. 

At first, you felt a bit guilty, after all, you had him and it wasn’t like something was missing from your relationship or sexual life, but Jaemin reacted in a totally different way. Asking you to replay the video as he sat next to you in bed and started copying the act on the screen. 

You never imagined you would love doing that so much, so used to having only him to focus on him when you had sex, but something about it all felt exciting. 

So here you are now, legs spread open on the bed while Jaemin is behind you, touching your body and teasing your clit. You can feel his hard dick press against your back, and you’d love to try to reach back and touch it, but you’re already too lost in the video playing in front of you from the laptop (as you decided it was better than the tiny screen of your phone). 

“Fuck, babe, you’re so wet already,” Jaemin comments, teasing a finger against your entrance but without pushing in. “Just seeing her body got you like that?” 

“She’s hot,” you mumble, moving your eyes from the screen to your boyfriend’s fingers, feeling your body heat up when you see them already dirty with your wetness. To be fair, you were pent-up and extremely needy these days, so the scene in front of you, and your boyfriend behind, weren’t helping at all. 

“Mhh, she is,” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your neck before you feel his lips on your shoulder, “not like you, though.” 

You lower your head, feeling your heart flip in your chest, but before the romantic moment can sink in, his fingers start moving on your clit, just like the man in the video is doing. The moan that rolls from your tongue is almost in synch with the one the woman in the video lets out. 

“Do you think he’s better than me?” Jaemin asks and you furrow for a second. 

“N-no,” you reply, toes curling as pleasure starts buzzing harder in your body.

“Yet, look at her, she’s already a whimpering mess.”  

“I’m trying to — I’m trying to keep my composure,” you justify. 

“Why? Do I really have to say it all the time? I want to see you fall apart,” he groans, lightly slapping your clit. 

You shake your head, parting your legs more, but that position doesn’t last long since Jaemin bends your knees and keeps your legs parted with his own. 

You shouldn’t be so turned on by hearing another person moan, but you are. The soft sounds coming from the laptop are making you dizzy and are a killer combo with Jaemin’s skilled fingers rubbing your clit exactly like you want and his hand cupping your boobs and teasing your nipples. So you come hard as you squeeze your eyes shut and roll your head back as pleasure runs over you, failing your task of coming with the girl in the video. 

“You’re so hot, babe,” Jaemin moans, flicking his fingers faster after collecting more wetness that’s drooling out of you to ride your high. 

Your hips squirm away, already feeling sensitive, but Jaemin forces you down in place.  

“Turn around,” Jaemin orders when your orgasm dies down. “Just like her, come on.” 

Your legs are already weak, but you don’t waste time bending on his legs, ass up and chest pressed against the mattress after you took a quick glance at the screen to see how she was standing now. 

You squirm when Jaemin slaps your ass and then pulls the cheeks apart, your back arching more when he loudly spits on your swollen hole, following what’s happening in the video with no hesitation. 

“You liked it?” He asks and you can hear the surprise in his voice. 

“I guess,” you mumble, a bit surprised yourself that you find that hot. 

“Good, I’ll try to remember that,” he whispers chuckling before his fingers start teasing your clit again, making your bite your lower lip to suppress an incredibly high-pitched moan. 

“I want to touch you,” you whine, trying to search for his dick and having a hard time given the position you’re in. You loved doing this because you would mutually masturbate, but lately, Jaemin had this thing of turning this into a ‘worshipping-you-moment’, especially after you found those videos that were very much female-pleasure centred. And you have nothing to complain about, but you still want to make him feel good. 

Jaemin chuckles as he parts his eyes from the video to watch your wondering hand. “Here,” he says, grabbing it and bringing it to his dick. “If it’s uncomfortable we can change position.”

A dumb smile of victory blooms on your face when you finally start stroking him, finally hearing his shaky breath and first moans. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you cry out when, forcing your eyes open to stare at the screen, you see a string of cum drip out of her pussy as he keeps fucking his fingers deep into her. The arch of her back and her plump ass bouncing back and forth, making you gag at the view. “She’s so pretty.” 

Jaemin chuckles, curling his fingers into you, watching your body tremble underneath him. “Would you like to fuck her like he’s doing?” 

His question surprises you, even if it’s not the first time you talk about having sex with someone else, but it mostly stays on a joking ground. Still, it’s not new to you that Jaemin gets turned on by watching or being watched, a clear example these porn-watching-sessions and his carelessness doing it in risky places or when someone is around. 

“Are you thinking about it, babe?” He teases, slapping your ass with his other hand, bringing you back to him. “Do you think you would get her that wet?” 

“I — I don’t know,” you mumble, brain far gone, too busy thinking about too many things. 

“I think you would. I mean, everyone would want you,” he hums. “I think you’d be pretty good at it too. Fingering her pussy like you do with yours, curling those fingers so nicely,” he curls them up, hitting your g-spot, making your toes curl and your back arch, “you’d make her squirt everywhere.” 

At his words you lose it, squirting all over his wrist and arm, while your mouth hangs open to let out a long wail of moans that mix up with the ones coming from the laptop as the woman in the video reaches another orgasm too. 

“Fuck, Nana, too much,” you cry when he pulls out, moving his fingers on your clit and entrance in quick motions to make sure he has milked everything from you. “Please.” 

“We’re not done,” he says, though he stops touching your sensitive spot, and instead rubs his hand on your back, caressing it. 

“You didn’t come, yet,” you whine, rolling over and staring at him while your hand resumes the movements you had stopped since he asked you that question. 

Jaemin rolls his eyes back, inhaling deeply as he feels you shift next to him to get in a more comfortable position, and, so lost in the movements of your hand, he’s startled when he feels your mouth around his tip. 

“Shit,” he groans, looking down at you, meeting your innocent eyes and the lift of your shoulders to tell him that was what you were supposed to be doing, and when he glances at the monitor, he gets it. “I should lay down, it’s a 69.”

Your mouth leaves his dick, and you speak. “I can’t take oral, you will kill me.” 

“I’m sure you can, come on,” he orders, but you have no intentions to obey, so he gives up soon after. More moans leave his mouth as you start sucking his dick with more vigour, and the lewd sounds of your mouth adding up to the ones of the video, drive him closer to the edge faster than he expects. You bob your head up and down while your hand fondle his balls and the other one touches his torso until it reaches his sensitive nipples. 

“Shit,” Jaemin grunts as he tries to hold it in for a bit more, but you know what you’re doing, and even when he escapes from your face, the view on the screen is not less hot, so he comes in your mouth as soft groans fill the room. 

You pull away once you’re sure he’s done, licking your lips and kissing his in a slow, yet passionate, kiss. 

Jaemin gently lays you horizontally on the mattress, adjusting the computer to make sure you can both still see the video, and then kneels between your spread legs. 

You turn your head to the side, finding yourself getting caught in the way he’s touching her, hands running on her waist, tummy and then move up to fondle her soft boobs, causing her to roll her head back at the stimulation. 

Jaemin coughs and you immediately bring your attention to him with apologetic eyes. “Don’t, it’s cute. I can’t really tell if you wish I was doing it to you or if you wish you were doing it to her, but I don’t mind.” 

You lower your eyes for a second, feeling a bit shy, but then you make eye contact again. “Why not both?” 

Jaemin chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, “Both is good.” 

You moan in the kiss when the tip of his cock rubs against your entrance and starts to push in, stretching you as he slowly bottoms into you. You only focus on your boyfriend at the start, enjoying the sensation of being filled to the brim as he starts driving his hips in and out of you, cupping his face as you keep pulling him into heated kisses, the video just a background of moans and skin slapping sounds. 

But a particular higher moan grabs your attention, making you turn to the side. “Me too,” you plead, looking into Jaemin’s eyes, watching as a smirk curls his lips. 

“Want to feel me deeper? Is this not enough?” He teases but does what you ask anyway, wrapping his hands around your waist to lift your lower body from the mattress, your feet pressing down the bed to help him keep you up as he starts fucking your body on his length, almost as if he’s using you like a fleshlight. 

“Fuck, so good,” you cry out, head rolling back as your hands clench on the sheets. 

“You’re so wet, it really turns you on so fucking much,” he groans, eyes stuck where your bodies meet, watching your greedy hole suck him in and coat him with cum. “No, don’t look at me, look at her,” he orders, cupping your chin and turning your face to the side, fixating his gaze on the video too. “Look at how wet she is, just like you, dripping all over his cock. That’s why she turns you on so much, ’cause you’re both desperate, uhm?” 

You mumble a senseless reply, chest heaving faster as you feel close again. Your clit is painfully hard and you need him to touch you, you don’t care you might pass out after this orgasm. The thing is, you’re so turned on that you don’t even think about asking and just do it yourself. 

Jaemin watches your hand sneak between your bodies but doesn’t say anything, he only stands straight again to have a better view and goes back to fucking you like before. The scene in front of his eyes is addictive and intoxicating, his eyes keep moving up and down from between your legs, where your hand is moving skillfully on your clit, to your face, still focused on the video. It’s so hot to watch you pleasure yourself and get lost in someone else getting fucked, and he’d die to know what’s running in your brain — if something is running in your brain, because you look pretty fucked out and he’s not sure you have a single thought that makes sense in you.

You feel like it’s a matter of seconds now and your fingers start moving faster, you can’t keep your eyes open anymore, feeling them heavy as the pleasure intensifies but you still turn your face to your boyfriend, you want to look at him while you come. And as expected, the third orgasm washes over you in a few seconds, leaving you moaning and gasping for air, back arching to fuck back into him while you keep touching your clit. You hear louder moans next to you, but you don’t turn to the side to look, preferring to watch as the climax hits Jaemin too, watching his lips part as he groans and whimpers, eyebrows narrowed and head slightly thrown back. 

You both go out of the haze just in time to see the end of the video, a close-up of the creampie that shouldn’t make you clench around his dick but does. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, watching the cum ooze down her hole, slowly dripping on the mattress. You don’t say anything, but you think that too, and have to look away before getting turned on again. 

Jaemin is shaken out of the haze when the screen turns back, his eyes on you as he pulls out, pushing your legs up to imitate the shot of the video and staring at his cum leak out of your swollen pussy. 

You let him do his thing, too tired to even try to steal a glance between your legs, but when his fingers plunge into you again, you let out a scream of his name. 

“Fine, fine, sorry,” he chuckles at your glaring stare. “It’s just hot, you know I like fucking my cum back into you.” 

“I will pass out if you touch me again,” you reply and he kisses your frown away. 

“’m sorry,” Jaemin whispers against your lips before pulling you into a hug. “I’ll save it for another time.” 

You giggle, kissing him again. “Yeah, I think we have many things to save for another time,” you stop, smiling shyly. “If you want to.” 

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[geralts-yenn]

Fairy tale

Modern AU Melot (Tristan&Isolde) x OFC x Mike (Hellraiser)

summary: Mike, Mel and Nina celebrate their first anniversary

warnings: 18+, minors dni! polyamorous relationship; bisexual partners; vaginal sex; maybe voyeurism/exhibitionism, but I don't know if this is really a thing that needs a warning within a polyamorous relationship; masturbation, vaginal fingering; use of a butt plug, anal sex (m/m)

word count: 4,2k

A/N: I feel like those three have been living in my head for decades already but exactly one year ago, I published Hearts Too Big

So, happy anniversary!

There's a tiny quote from a story in there that isn't my own, but I think the original author doesn't mind ;)

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My heart won’t stop racing in my chest, no matter how calming the surroundings should be that are flying past me. I steer my bike around the corners of that gorgeous mountain road, but neither the stunning views we get to see nor the clean air that smells like forest can distract me from my rambling thoughts.

My gaze falls onto the mirror, focusing on the bike behind me. I can’t see much of them. Their helmets hide their beautiful faces. But still my heart constricts as I realize once again that those wonderful two people are mine. Something I will never get my head around.

Exactly one year ago, they had put me through hell and then showed me heaven. I will never forget that first kiss I shared with Mel at that beach, and how Nina kissed me only seconds after. It changed my life in the best way possible. I never even dared to hope that I would get to be that happy in my life.

So that’s why it is so important to me that everything this weekend is going to be perfect. I still can’t believe they trusted me to organize our anniversary trip completely alone. They really must love me. Or they are insane. But the latter is probably mandatory for the first to happen.

As soon as I killed the engine and put the bike on its stand, I cross the few feet between me and Mel’s bike and when Mel pulls his helmet from his head, I press my mouth on his. I don’t care if he needs air because I need him so much more. My fingers lace through his curls, and I all but devour him. Mel answers my desperation with a strangled moan into my mouth. God, I love this man. 

Finally, I pull away, searching for Nina to get a taste of her, too, but she is already gone. Mel and I both chuckle when we hear her excited screams. 

“Oh my god, babe! There’s a hot tub. And a fire pit. And the view over the lake is so beautiful!”

Mel gets off his bike and walks up to Nina, pulling her to his chest. I follow him and hug both of them from behind, pressing my lips on their necks one after the other.

“You’ve outdone yourself, Mike! How did you find this?” Nina turns her head, her eyes full of love as they find mine.

I only grin and shrug. I don’t want to tell them right away. We have the whole weekend to talk. And do other things.

And that’s why I rather grab Nina’s jaw and kiss her hard, like I wanted to do in the first place.

After I have my fair share of kisses that I needed after hours of being alone on my bike, I finally go and grab our stuff and unlock the door of the cabin. 

“Try not to get naked for another thirty minutes, peanuts! I’m still waiting for some groceries to be delivered.”

Mel presses a kiss on my cheek and pulls one of the bags from my shoulder. 

“As if you’d care if anyone saw us naked,” he teases. And yeah, he is right. I don’t care at all.  I know they are mine.

I lean against the wooden walls of the cabin, the guitar I found in the living room in my lap. It’s a beautiful instrument, and it is tuned perfectly. The whole cabin is like it was made for us. It is so cozy, but not in a tacky way. I have to admit, I am impressed with Mikey. He’s done a good job planning our weekend.

My fingers brush over the strings as I play some chords without even thinking about it. My whole focus is on my two lovers, who are giggling and kissing in the hot tub, a few feet from me. They asked me to join them, but right now, I am happy sitting here in the sun with the guitar and just watching them. 

Maybe that’s a little creepy, but sometimes I like being an observer. I can’t get enough of seeing them so happy together. It makes my heart sing. 

Mike pulls Nina on his lap, and now they are making out like there’s no tomorrow. I can see they are about to lose control any moment. Nina is moaning and Mike's hands are everywhere.

Like I predicted, Mike gets impatient and manhandles Nina to get on her knees. Leaning on her elbows on the deck, I have a perfect view of her tits. But what’s even better is the way her face changes when Mike presses into her. It’s a perfect mixture of desire and love, and I am totally aware that her eyes are fixed on me.

There’s no way I can focus on the guitar any longer while I watch Mikey thrusting into Nina with increasing intensity. He leans down over her, his hand on her throat. I wish I could hear the words he whispers into her ear through gritted teeth. 

I put the guitar down and, instead, my hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts. I free my cock and start to stroke myself. Adjusting my rhythm with Mike’s, I’m going slow at first, but then I increase my pace when he starts to pound into our girlfriend faster and harder.

They are both loud, and their moans and grunts only fuel my own lust. I can barely hold back my release, but I don’t want to come just yet. So I ease my grip a little and try to focus on Nina, her half-lidded eyes, her teeth digging into her plump lip. She’s so beautiful like this. Mike raises his head and flashes a big smile at me. The asshole winks and doesn’t turn his eyes away from me as he talks to Nina, this time loud enough for me to hear.

“Show him how you look when you come around my cock, baby!” 

Mike slams into Nina’s pussy like a madman, his grip on her hips so tight, I know she’s going to show some marks later. Nina’s screaming, rolling her eyes, her whole body shaking. This is it. My own orgasm rushes through me so hard, my vision blurs as I shoot all over my hand and chest. 

When my breathing is back to normal, and I open my eyes again, I see the two of them are back to kissing. I get up, letting my shorts and boxers fall to the floor. Looking down at my sweaty, sticky chest, I decide I need to cool down. So I walk down the stairs to the small wooden dock. After checking the waters, I jump into the lake. It’s cold, but not freezing. Nina is going to hate it, but that doesn’t stop me from calling her and Mike to join me.

I take the plate that Mel holds out to me and dry it, then put it back into the cabinet. Mel grabs my towel to dry his hands, so I guess we’re done with the dishes. Mel and I gladly offered to do them after Mikey had spoiled us with the most delicious dinner we had in a while. 

I round the kitchen island and sit down on the floor, where Mike just finished preparing our board game on the small coffee table. I take my cards, but the moment I want to check them, Mel drops next to me and leans in for a kiss. 

“Hey, no cheating!” I tell him as I push him away, and he has the audacity to look fucking cute as he pouts at me. I move a few feet away from him, hiding my cards, because I don’t intend to let him win tonight. Mel’s a sore looser and I enjoy kicking his ass very much. Mike grins at me as if he could read my thoughts. Which he probably can, he knows us both so well. 

To prove my point, he asks: “Ready to make Mel cry, Nina?” 

His signature smirk is plastered on his handsome face. I hold my hand up for a high five as an answer. 

Mel shakes his head playfully. Then he gets up again and pulls his shirt over his head, suspiciously slowly. Mike and I both groan in unison. 

“You are playing unfair here, Mel, and we haven’t even started yet.” Mike complains. But Mel tuts at him and points to the flames flickering in the fireplace.

“I wouldn’t have to strip down if someone…” he uses the strategic pause to turn his gaze to me, “...wouldn’t be that cold all the time. But as long as we have to put up a fire in the middle of July, you two have to endure the pain of seeing my naked chest. I’m deeply sorry.”

Two hours and three wins over a very grumpy Mel later, we move to the bedroom. The bed in here is nowhere as big as the custom-made bed in our apartment, but I don’t mind. I’m sleepy and don’t care if I have to sprawl over my two boyfriends in here. They’ll live. 

Mike is already snuggled up inside the covers. He looks cute as a button as he tries to hide the yawn that slips him when I crawl into his arms. 

I’m already half asleep when Mel joins us, but his efforts to fit into the bed wake me up again. He apologizes, even though it’s not his fault. Mike lets out some adorable sleepy noises and then tells his boyfriend that he should read fairy tales to us to make up for the disturbance. I’m pretty sure he’s just joking, but nevertheless, Mel picks up my book from the nightstand and opens it. 

He scans over the lines and lets out a small chuckle. I remember where I stopped reading earlier and have to admit it puts a little heat on my cheeks. Mel clears his throat and starts to read in a voice, even deeper and more gravelly than usual:

“He drags your panties to the side and two fingers slip into your pussy with embarrassing ease. “God, kitten, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “You’re such a perfect little slut for Daddy.” All you can do is moan while he pulls his fingers out and moves them to your clit. The tight circles he draws around the swollen little pearl make you writhe your hips, leaning into his touch as he keeps rhythm and pressure steady at an intensity that’s just shy of enough to make you come.” *

Mike is groaning next to me and whispers into my ear: “That’s the fairy tales you read all day, baby? With a straight face? You’re killing me!”  

And while Mel continues to read, I feel Mike’s cock growing harder against my ass. All of this has just as much effect on me, so I arch my back to press into him. Gladly, Mike takes the invitation. He turns me to lay on my back and presses my knees apart. The same way as Mel had read moments ago, he drags my panties to the side and brushes his fingers along my slit. 

Soon, I'm a withering mess, Mikey’s finger pumping into me, his mouth hungry on mine. But then Mel’s voice stops abruptly, and the next moment Mikey is gone, and instead I have Mel’s tongue exploring my mouth. He bites into my lip, then pulls back so he can look both at Mikey and me.

“I thought you two were tired? I'm trying to make you fall asleep, but that doesn't look like you are about to doze off anytime soon!” Despite the scolding words, Mel's tone is amused. 

Mike chuckles. “Babe, if you wanted us to fall asleep, you should have chosen a different book.”

Mel turns to Mike with a devious grin on his face. 

“Well, so if you’re both awake again, you two could pay some attention to me now. I already let you have some time for yourself in the hot tub.”

The memory of what we did out on the deck earlier makes my pussy clench. Mike feels it around his fingers and moans in response. But his eyes are locked with Mel’s.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you had joined us,” he tells him, and Mel’s grin gets wider.

“Yeah? You need some dick?” he asks, his voice raspy.

I rather feel than hear Mikey’s breath hitch before he answers:

“I do!”

Mel gets up on his knees and pulls down his boxers. His erection slaps against his abs.

“Then help yourself!” he says, his smirk now going from ear to ear.

Mikey lets out a needy whine. He licks his lips as he moves his mouth to Mel’s middle. A gentle lick from the base to the tip lets Mel shiver.

“I think someone is done with the solo action for today,” I tease. My fingers circle my swollen bud as I watch them.

Mel’s look falls on me and he groans. I don't know if it's a reaction to what he sees or to Mike’s hollowed cheeks around his cock. I don't care. It's hot.

Mel lets us play for another few moments, but then he pulls Mikey up to him for a hot kiss. They whisper into each other's ears, and then they both turn to me. Oh, I think I’m up for a good time.

Mel crawls up to my side and pulls my top over my head. The moment the girls are free, his mouth is on one nipple, sucking hard. His fingers take care of the other one and I gasp when he pinches and rolls it.

To add to the sensations, at the same time, Mike drags my panties down my legs. In seconds, he's between my widespread legs and runs his length through my folds.

I whimper and moan. They are teasing me, Mel with his mouth and hands, Mike with his dick. He drags the tip slowly around my entrance, up to my clit and back again.

I lift my hips impatiently, but Mike doesn't give in. It takes Mel to interfere. He turns his head to watch for a moment, before ordering:

“Get into her already so I can give you what you wanted in the first place, Mike.”

That does the trick. Mike slams into me and I let out a cry of pleasure. While Mike starts to move inside me, Mel gets up to stand behind him.

“Wow, Mikey, you really planned every aspect of this trip,” he says, chuckling. I can imagine what he's talking about, and when a butt plug lands on the bed, I get my confirmation.

“Are you ready to take me?” I hear Mel and the answer is groaning from both of my boys.

Mike stills his hips and I hear the telltale sound of lube getting squished out of the bottle.

Then it's the increased tension in Mike’s body and the twitching dick inside me that let me know what's going on. All three of us moan in unison as Mel pushes inside.

Some rustling wakes me, and I blink a few times sleepily to adjust to the brightness. It must be early morning because the room is filled with golden light. When my sight gets more focused, I start to smile. I am greeted by the view of a very sexy tattooed chest, rippling muscles accentuated by beams of orange falling through the curtains. What a pleasant way to wake up. Almost as nice as the way I fell asleep last night.

For a moment, I think about greeting Mikey, but then I decide against it, watching silently as he pulls his shirt over his head. Yeah, creepy, I know. But I can’t help it. I don't want to ruin this peaceful scene. 

Mike apparently hasn’t noticed I’m awake because he turns and tries to step down the stairs as noiselessly as possible. Which isn’t very noiseless - because it’s Mikey. 

Yet, when I turn to the other side, I see that Nina is still fast asleep. I kiss her on her temple and then try to get up without making noise, myself, with more success than Mike. I wander into the bathroom, take a quick shower and brush my teeth.

When I go downstairs, I find Mikey leaning against the open patio door. I step behind him and wrap my arm around his waist, resting my hand on his chest. He feels warm and firm and my heart expands at the sensation of it. Mike nuzzles into me as my lips brush over the light stubble of his throat, while I breathe in his scent.

“Hey!” he greets, his voice still rough from sleep.

“Hey yourself!” I press another kiss on his neck. Then I raise my eyes to look over Mike's shoulder. The sun is rising over the lake, painting the surroundings in warm colors.

“It’s so beautiful. Perfect. I don’t know what you had to do to get this cabin, but thank you.”

Mike turns his head to me, one eyebrow raised.

“Do you imply I prostituted myself for this?” 

I can’t tell if he’s amused or offended, probably a little bit of both, but anyway, I need to apologize because this wasn’t in any way what I meant to say.

“No! Never! Sorry! It’s just - this must have been expensive. You didn’t have to do this. You don’t have to spend your savings on us.”

Before Mike can answer me, we hear footsteps and then Nina is next to us. She wriggles in between us and brushes kisses over Mike’s and my chest.

“Hey, is there a possibility to get some coffee?”

Mike takes the invitation to run off without answering me and pours three cups of coffee. Running around the kitchen, adding sugar and cream for Nina and a disgusting amount of sugar for himself, he seems to be fidgety, noticeably so, even for Mikey. 

I fear I actually hurt him with the stupid remark and open my mouth to apologize once more, but Mikey grabs the mug handles and steps out onto the deck with our coffee.

“Come on, peanuts, let’s get down to the shore.” 

Nina and I exchange a look, but then we follow him down the stairs to the lake. There’s a wooden patio set and Mike drops the mugs on the table, only spilling a little bit of coffee. Nina and I sit down, waiting for Mike to join us, but he’s not interested. Instead, he walks up and down along the dock.

“Mike!” Nina calls. “For the love of god, would you sit?”

I don’t even know why I’m freaking out again. There’s nothing that should get me that nervous. Those two people who are watching me right now like I’m nuts, they love me. I don’t know why, but they do. I don’t have to worry about anything. If I learned anything in the last year, then it’s that I can open up to Mel and Nina. So I finally do what Nina ordered me to do and sit down next to them.

“Sorry!” I grab my coffee and drag out the moment a little longer by taking a huge sip. Of the coffee that is still fucking hot. They both watch me incredulously as I swear.

“I need to tell you something!” 

Nina’s eyes go wide and Mel jerks back. Yeah, great start, dickhead! Now they think I cheated on them or some stupid shit.

“Don’t panic, it’s nothing bad - I think.” They both visibly relax, though they still look confused, so I go on.

“A few weeks ago, Tom called me.”

“Your brother?” 

“Yeah. I didn’t take the call at first. But he didn’t stop calling and texting. So I thought it must be something important.” 

Mel interrupts once more, more concern on his face than should be, ever. “Everything okay with your parents?”

I let out a sad laugh. “Like I would care?” 

It’s harsh, but it’s the truth. And honestly, I’m glad I’m at a place now where I don’t care anymore. 

I must have been quiet for too long because Nina flaps with her hands in the air, a quizzical look on her face.

“Sooo?” 

“Yeah, uhm, he wanted to meet me. And I said okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Nina again, of course. She’s always mad that Mel and I don’t communicate enough, and she’s right about it.

“You were both working hard that day, and it wasn’t that big of a deal. I just thought I’d go meet him, listen to his bullshit, then go home to throw myself into your arms in the evening.”

”But?...” 

I shouldn’t make pauses long enough for them to interrupt me.

“There was no bullshit coming from him,” I laugh. “He apologized, honestly. I mean, he was crying! For fucks sake! My super manly, super stoic, very hetero brother sat in a café with his very bi brother, showing emotions openly for everyone to see. It was wild!” I grin like an idiot, I know, but that experience was something I didn’t see coming, ever. In my family, we don't do feelings. Except for me, of course, I do plenty of feelings, all the time. But I don't count, my parents would agree. 

Nina and Mike both don’t smile back, Nina even frowns. 

“Still - why haven’t you told us, Mikey?” She sounds hurt. And Mel nods in agreement. Shit, I'm fucking this up again.

“Because, my brother brought me a gift. Well, not exactly a gift, but anyway. I decided to make it a surprise for you.”

I take another sip of coffee. Gladly, it isn’t hot like the seven hells anymore. 

“Come on, Mike, get to the point!” Mel rolls his eyes at me.

“Sorry! So, my brother got into a fight with my parents because of me. He told them that they should support me, that I deserve to be part of the family. Shocking, I know, but apparently he must have found out he has a heart.

But of course, my parents wouldn’t listen. Then Tom said to them that they at least owe me my part of the family assets. They bought Tom a house when he got married and he also got some shares, I don’t know much about that stuff…  

Anyway, Tom told them they should at least give me money to make my life easier. Which was just as successful as his first plea. My father only kicked him out and told him he wouldn’t want to hear about it anymore. But Tom felt bad for me, so he wrote them a letter threatening to take them to court on my behalf.”

Both Nina and Mel look shocked.

“You wouldn’t do this, and he can’t do it without your agreement, right?”

I nod. They know me way better than anyone in my family. I would never want that.

“Yeah, but just the threat was enough. My parents would never want to get anything about this shit go public, which would be the case if there was a lawsuit. That’s why they wrote a big check with my name on it, and they signed over one of their properties to me.”

I give them a big grin, but they still both look quite puzzled.

“My first instinct was to reject it. So I wouldn’t have to be thankful or some shit. But then I thought fuck it! Why should I punish myself by not taking what is mine? It’s not like they would care either way. And I kind of like this cabin…”

I look into their faces, and I’m glad I don’t find any negative emotions there. I was a little scared that they would judge me for taking the money. Exhibit A: my reaction to Mel’s comment earlier.

“Well, yeah, so, that cabin is mine! That's what I wanted to say. Surprise!” I shrug awkwardly. 

When no one says a word, I go back to rambling.

“I spent the last few weeks remodeling it so it doesn’t look that much like ‘filthy rich assholes with a stick up their asses’ anymore and more like ‘us’.”

This finally gives me some laughs and I feel more comfortable immediately. 

“Oh Mikey!” Nina jumps into my lap and presses a kiss onto the corner of my mouth.

“This means we can spend a lot more time fooling around here! Oh my god! This is going to be some fun.” 

I laugh, that’s the perfect reaction.

“We can start right away, if you want,” I tell her.

Mel chuckles and gets up from his chair. He leans down to me and kisses me hungrily.  Then he pulls away and cocks his head.

“One thing: can we please have a bigger bed? Nina kicked me in my ribs all night.“

I snicker.

“Yeah, I earned some nasty elbow checks, too. I thought maybe we could build a new bed like the one in our apartment together.“

“Then there's no more objections from my side,” Mel tells me before his lips are back on mine.

*) source: Under orders - part 4 by @raccoon-eyed-rebel

[breakingstanding]

I am actually devastated over Michaela… not because I care about Michael or the book, but if they’re making Francesca queer, there’s no way they’re making Eloise a lesbian (which she SO clearly is!). I saw the spoiler of Franny and thought okay they can make 2/8 queer, and then I watched and saw they made Benedict queer too! I just can’t see them doing 3, especially 2 women.

It’s so disheartening because so many people have been rooting for sapphic eloise and I think hardly anyone was wanting Franny.

I think i’m more upset with this than if none had been queer because like ugh we were SO CLOSE. We could’ve had it all. like imagine how happy we could all be right now. 😭

they’ve been setting up queer benedict and eloise since season 1 so I just don’t understand why they would do this. (sorry for venting to you- none of my friends that’s watch are caught up yet)

Always happy for a vent, and I definitely feel you! I'm personally really excited about Francesca's storyline because I really liked her this season and Michaela is EXTREMELY hot lol - but I'm also frustrated that it's the sister we've had as a side character for one season who will be getting a queer love story, and not the one we've been invested in for three seasons.

Ultimately I think the frustration we are feeling is more because this is reflective of larger issues that always pop up in fandom than being upset about not getting a storyline we wanted for a character (although I'm not going to pretend that's not a factor too!) a) There's such a pattern in fan spaces for queer people to see themselves in a character and to recognise clear queercoding, and then to have straight people come in and condescendingly say "not all characters with x trait have to be gay" - as if we have an overabundance of queer characters and are trying to get our grubby gay hands on more. So much of the discourse around Eloise amounts to people saying "not all feminist characters have to be lesbians" which is crazy to me because WHERE are all these shows that are supposedly full of feminist lesbians?? Please tell me I would love to watch them!

b) Straight fans will get all different types of characters and plotlines for the heterosexual couples and then act like queer people are being greedy if we ask for more than one for us. Just within Bridgerton there have been three straight main couples already - and of the queer siblings we've also gotten to see a cute romance between Francesca and a man, and will likely see Benedict fall in love with a woman (this is not to diminish their queerness, obviously bisexual stories are incredibly important regardless of the gender of the love interests, more just pointing out the sheer quantity of m/f love stories straight fans get to enjoy).

It absolutely sucks that we exist in a TV landscape where instead of being excited about what looks to be a delightful relationship between Francesca and Michaela we are instead mourning the loss of other another character's queer potential. It's absurd that we are so rarely allowed to have multiple sapphic characters (who aren't each other's love interest) on the same show - particularly because in real life queer people tend to flock together!

The feeling reminds me of being part of the 100 fandom nearly a decade ago. I distinctly remember when it was leaked that Clarke and Lexa were going to kiss. The sapphic side of the fandom were definitely very excited - but there was also this strange sense of dread too. I saw countless posts of people bemoaning that now that she was gay they were definitely going to kill her off - and they were right! Bury your gays was such a common trope that we could see it coming a mile off.

This has felt like a very similar reaction. Queer fans spend a lot of time dealing with subtext and are very good at recognising tropes and patterns, and we know that the chances of Netflix allowing one their tentpole shows to have two sapphic main characters is slim to none.

I hope we are wrong and things are changing for the better, I really do.

I think the best thing we can do now is swallow our disappointment and make sure we support Francesca/Michaela fiercely to prove that there is an audience for sapphic stories.

[notasecrettelepath]

Update I forgot to post about! Jealous Eddie Diaz meets Firehose. That's it.

Chapters: 16/21 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) [Slow Burn - Angst with a Happy Ending - Post Season 5]

Rating: M | Words: 135k right now.

Summary:

Buck finally comes back to work after the lightning strike. The 118 responds to a call inside a rowdy gay club. Buck 1.0 beta version (he's bisexual now) works distraction. Eddie Diaz does not panic, but he does get jealous. Eddie visits Buck after shift with an interesting proposition.

Longer Chapter Snippet:

“Alright! You heard the man, show’s over!” Eddie’s voice growls from the crowd, as he makes way a bit too forcefully through the people.  “Please, the adults are working.”

“You can both work on me, if you’d like!” Someone catcalls.

The crowd laughs. Buck laughs. Somewhere leaving the club, Hen cackles. Eddie does not. In fact, Eddie is pissed — no, not just pissed. Jealous. Face scrunched into folds, red round cheeks under the glittering lights, lips pulled up like a dog about to show their teeth, eyes darting around the crowd to throw them ugly looks, and Buck almost has the mind to say down, boy. Instead of doing that and irrevocably altering the dynamic of two that night, Buck hunches his shoulders and tries to quiet down.

Unceremoniously, Eddie grabs at Buck’s forearm hard and jerks him in the direction of the doors. Buck goes without protest, as the tips of people’s fingers touch him, as some party-goers stash napkins with numbers and social media handles inside his pockets. Someone somehow gets a dollar bill tucked in his shirt sleeve, a few others under his suspenders.

The thing is. Eddie is also a deeply attractive man. So, his help is semi-paradoxical. He gets them to move across the floor. But his visage also gets people hellishly excited. He keeps being rude, a bit more verbally rough than he usually is, physically just short of forceful enough to maybe hurt anyone, but still uncharacteristically pushy. Buck’s mind keeps rushing to catalogue all of those memories in his special brain box for later.

Finally, they leave the club just as the music comes back on. Eddie mumbles something. Buck doesn’t catch all of it, but the end sounds just like unbelievable, as he finally suddenly lets go of Buck’s arm and shakes his head in utmost disbelief. Buck continues to smile wide and bright, as his arm throbs and aches for the skin contact again, a little less 1.0 this time around. Buck 1.0 didn’t know he was unhappy, and this version of Buck, now, is everything but.

Hen and Chim have disappeared inside RA units, and Eddie goes to climb into one of the extra units just arriving at the scene. Buck doesn’t even think he really needs to, but well, he is doing it.

Buck takes the dollar bill that is tucked underneath his rolled up sleeve. “Hey look, Eddie! Coffee’s on me tonight, man!” Buck calls out, smile still huge.

Eddie glares at him, face turned into a barely-contained scowl and twisted mouth, before Ortiz closes the ambulance doors.

This should, by all means, not be so deeply thrilling. This should, by all means, not entice something so primal inside Buck. He bites his tongue.

Causing a reaction like that to Eddie. A reaction like that to someone as centered, as strikingly beautiful, as severely controlled. Even if Buck wasn’t adopting 1.0 mentality right now (this is what he will be futurely blaming all of this on), the knowing of this even being a possible reaction he can elicit under the right circumstances digs under his skin and sets his blood on fire.

For the first time in a while now, things don’t feel complicated between Buck and Eddie. He would hate to reach over invisible lines and tilt the thing around again. But this feeling in his chest is another type of complicated altogether. Eddie knows how Buck feels about him, now. Buck knows Eddie feels something back. For the most, they could forget about this all until came time to revisit those feelings. But the tension of possibility sparks in the air around Buck. Makes him think it’s quite possible that lightning could strike twice.

...

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[flightlessangelwings]

The Favorite

Javier Peña x fem!reader x Comandante Veracruz

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), sex worker reader (we respect sex workers here!), mutual pining, oral (m receiving x2), hinted bisexuality, multiple orgasms, overstim, rough sex, fingering, unprotected sex, protective!Javier, cheeky Veracruz, no use of y/n (I think I got everything, please let me know if I missed something!)

Notes: I am SO EXCITED to share this one with y'all cause this was a blast to write!!! So I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!! And a big thank you to @bendro-pascarnes for giving me ideas and encouragement for this fic!!! Enjoy!!! Reblogs and follows are very much appreciated!!

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Javier Peña was exhausted. Physically, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent night’s sleep. Mentally, he was frustrated that a certain arms dealer he had been after for months slipped past his grip once again. Emotionally, he needed a release. 

And that was what led him to your door time and time again. 

Javier sighed to himself as he stared at the familiar doorway and knocked three times. He knew every little crack in the plain door to your apartment, and he could tell you were on the other side by the familiar rustling and step pattern. You were a comfort to Javier, and there was something about you that drew him back over and over again.

He kept that to himself, though. It was just sex, just a release. He didn’t want to complicate things by bringing emotions and feelings into your relationship. And he certainly never wanted to put you in any danger by getting more involved with you. What if the wrong person found out who you were and tried to use you against him? Javier couldn’t live with himself if you were ever hurt and it was his fault.

All his thoughts were pushed out though when you finally opened the door and Javier looked deep into your eyes. 

“Hey querida,” he breathed as he immediately cupped your face and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Javi…” you moaned as you welcomed the warmth and comfort his large hands brought you. You reached out and gripped onto his jacket as he gently guided you inside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, Javier closed the door behind him and locked it all without ever breaking away from you. It secretly made his heart skip a beat the way you put all your trust in him, even for something so small. And the need within him grew exponentially as he tasted you on his tongue. 

But as quickly as you got lost within him, you had to gather yourself, “Javi,” you repeated his name in a firmer voice as you gently pushed him away, “This isn’t a good time…” your eyes drifted into your apartment where another man sat on your couch.

“Hola, Agente Peña,” a smooth yet familiar voice greeted him, “This is quite unexpected,” the man rose to his feet and looked him in the eye with a challenge in his eyes.

“Comandante Veracruz!” Javier immediately pushed you behind him and raised his gun, “Stay behind me, querida,” he told you softly before he turned back to the other man, “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“It looks like for the same reason you are, Agente,” Veracruz smirked, “It appears you and I have similar tastes in women, no?”

It was then that Javier noticed that the Comandante’s shirt was completely open, revealing a soft, smooth chest underneath. He swallowed hard as he thought about you with him and what he interrupted by showing up at your place unannounced. But his jaw clenched and he looked at Veracruz with a dangerous look in his eye as he clicked his gun, “You stay the fuck away from her, hijo de puta!”

Veracruz did not have a weapon on him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to back down. He took a step closer to Javier with a challenge in his eyes, “Go ahead, shoot me, Agente.”

The two men stayed locked in their standoff, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

“Ok enough!” you shouted as you darted out from behind Javier and placed yourself between the two men, “No one is shooting anyone in my apartment, got it,” you raised your hands in front of each of them, both their chests close enough that you felt the heat from each man.

You stared at Javier until he lowered his weapon and then turned to Veracruz and waited for him to raise his hands in defeat. You heard both men grumble curses to themselves as they glared daggers at the other. The tension in the room was palpable, and you knew you had to be quick to diffuse the situation. 

“Javi,” you turned to him, “Can you come back later? V was here first.” You figured the best way for them to not kill each other in your apartment was to get one of them to leave.

Javier breathed your name in exasperation, “Do you know who this man is? What he’s done?!”

Clearly, your initial plan was going to fail, “Yes Javi, he tells me about every detail of his life,” you deadpanned. You and Javier stared at each other while Veracruz snickered softly behind you, “He’s just another client, Javi,” you softened when he clearly didn’t appreciate your sarcasm, “It’s ok, I’m ok,” you reassured him.

Javier’s jaw clenched and you saw the muscles in his face tense, “I don’t like leaving you alone with him, querida,” there was a tenderness in his voice, but you also heard something else underlying his words that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

The tension in the room only grew as the three of you stayed in a stare-off. Neither man seemed to be willing to step away, and you didn’t want anything to escalate inside. For once, you had no idea what to do next. 

Veracruz stepped up behind you and placed his hand on your hip while he nuzzled into your ear, “Do not worry, Agente,” his eyes locked onto Javier’s as he caressed your body, “I would never harm her,” he made a show of kissing and nibbling your ear, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, “She is too delicious to mar.”

Every muscle in Javier’s body tensed as he watched the display in front of him. He wasn’t sure if the fact that you seemed to enjoy the Comandante’s touch comforted him or made him angrier. But, at the very least he was convinced, for now, that he truly would not hurt you. So, with a reluctant sigh, Javier put away his gun and dropped his shoulders as he relaxed slightly. However, he made no attempt to move.

“I have an idea,” you snapped out of the trance that Veracruz put you in and reached out for his arm, “Stay.”

“Perdoneme?!” Both men echoed as their eyes went wide.

“I only have time for one today,” you explained, “Why don’t you both stay?” you let out a soft, short laugh, “I’ll even let you share the price of your time.”

Javier and Veracruz stared at each other, and you could tell that they both thought over your offer. There seemed to be a lot on the table for the two men, and you easily deduced that Veracruz was one of the many that Javier chased after at his job. It was an unusual place to be in for sure, but the thought of both of these very attractive men at the same time sent a rush of excitement through your veins. 

Veracruz eyed Javier up and down before he broke the silence, “I am willing to give this a try,” he smirked, “Besides, I do have to admit you are a handsome man, Agente,” he added with a quip.

Clearly Javier did not expect that, and you saw his composure stumble slightly. But, as he looked between you and Veracruz you noticed the bulge in his pants. 

“Ok.” It was just a whisper, but both you and Veracruz heard it loud and clear. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you felt a rush of wetness between your legs, “Ok,” you repeated, “But my apartment is neutral territory, got it,” your voice was firmer, “No killing each other while you’re here.”

“Agreed,” Veracruz’s tone dropped as he wrapped his arms around you once more.

“Agreed,” Javier echoed as he stepped closer to you and reached out for you.

“Ok,” you smiled as you leaned into the embraces of both men and savored the feelings of being in between them. Oh, you were going to enjoy this, you just knew it. 

Veracruz nuzzled his nose against the shell of your ear again as he maintained sharp eye contact with Javier, “Since I was here first,” he purred, “I am going to fuck her first.”

Javier’s jaw clenched as you moaned against the other man. Veracruz ripped you from his grip as he led you back towards your couch. The Comandante nibbled along the muscle in your neck as his hands roamed all over your body, quickly stripping you of what little you wore on the way. Javier swallowed hard as heat quickly rose in his own body as he watched Veracruz ravage you.

You let out a soft yelp as Veracruz pushed you onto the couch. Immediately, you spread your legs and you looked up at both men with a glazed over expression in your eyes. Both of them groaned as they looked down at you and studied every inch of your figure. The tension still remained though, even as they both shed their jackets at the same time, their arms brushing against the other as they did so.

Javier and Veracruz glared at each other for a moment before the whimper you let out called their attention again. Veracruz spared Javier another quick glance and a devilish smirk before he lunged forward and took your lips with his own. He swallowed the moan you let out as he devoured you completely.

“You know the way I like you, muñeca,” Veracruz groaned against your lips.

“Yes, Comandante,” you moaned back in a tone that made Javier’s cock twitch.

Javier watched as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on your couch while Veracruz slipped his pants off with haste. Javier couldn’t help but eye the Comandante up and down when he stood fully nude behind you, and it only made his skin burn hotter.

He noticed of course, and as he lined himself up with your entrance behind you, Veracruz smirked, “Like what you see, Agente?”

Javier muttered to himself something that neither you nor Veracruz could decipher as his eyes darted down to the floor. His eyes only snapped back up when Veracruz landed a hard smack on your ass and you cried out in pleasure. Javier watched with darkened eyes as Veracruz caressed your ass for a moment before he smacked your pussy hard and you screamed even louder. 

“She likes this,” Veracruz’s eyes flashed up to Javier, “Have you tried it?” he smacked your pussy again and again you screamed in bliss, “Her screams are delicious,” he purred. 

“Fuck…” Javier muttered as he palmed his cock through his jeans.

“But even more delicious,” Veracruz groaned as he stroked his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance, “Is when you enter her for the first time…”

With that, Veracruz thrust into you in one swift motion, fully burying himself inside you. The scream you let out echoed in the room and it made both men growl lowly. Veracruz wasted no time, though, and immediately pounded into you at a fast and harsh pace. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he gritted his teeth while he rocked into you over and over again.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you surrendered to the roughness that was Veracruz. You knew to expect that from him, and if you were honest, you craved it just as much as he did. He always left you a trembling mess by the time he was done, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But, as Veracruz pounded into you, another sound made you open your eyes. 

While Veracruz fucked you, Javier opened the zipper of his jeans and stroked himself in rhythm with the Comadnante’s thrusts. And when he groaned, your eyes shot open and you whimpered when you were met with the sight of the agent with his thick cock in his large hand.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as your mind swam in pleasure.

Veracruz growled as he tightened his grip on you and gave his hips a long, slow, strong thrust. Your eyes fluttered shut as he buried his cock as deep inside you as he possibly could. Veracruz dragged his length out of you slowly until only the tip was still inside you and he muttered an incoherent curse when he looked down and saw the way your pussy lips wrapped around him.

“I hope you are watching, Agente,” Veracruz glanced up at the other man for a moment before he slammed himself back into you again. 

This time, however, Veracruz didn’t move right away and he stayed with his cock deep inside you for several moments. He groaned as he opened his eyes and met Javier’s once more. Vaguely, you were aware of the tension that still remained between the two men, and you knew that they were both going to lose themselves in a fight for power in the situation. But, you were also too lost in the bliss that was Veracruz’ cock to care. 

“Cuidado, Veracruz,” Javier warmed as his eyes narrowed.

“I am always careful, Agente,” Veracruz thrust into you once and held himself still again for another moment. 

When you cried out in pleasure, the Comandante lost his control, and he quickly picked up his pace and rocked into you with his usual fast pace once more. You dropped your head down for a moment as his thick cock dragged along your inner walls, making you see stars, but when you heard Javier jerking himself off again, you lifted yourself and met his eyes.

The fire that burned behind Javier’s eyes made you whimper and your mouth watered, “Come here, Javi,” you cooed as you reached for him with a trembling hand.

Javier moved as if he was in a trance, and perhaps he was. Guided by your voice, he stepped closer until he was within your reach. When he was, you immediately tugged at his pants and yanked them down, all with your mouth wide open in a silent invitation.

It was one that Javier eagerly accepted, and after he helped you shed his jeans, he placed his cock on the tip of your tongue. Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his cock and swallowed as much of it as you could, making Javier groan loudly. He couldn’t help it, and his hands landed on your scalp as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth right away. Your mouth always felt so good, but something was different about this time.

Veracruz watched the whole thing with dark amusement. Lust grew within him like a weed as he watched Javier fuck your face in time with his own thrusts. Not wanting to share too much of your attention, Veracruz smacked your ass hard. But all of you moaned at the same time as your own sounds were muffled by Javier’s cock in your mouth.

Heat rose in the room as both Javier and Veracruz fucked you, filling you from either end. Their dueling shows of dominance only made them fuck you harder, but that was a win in your book. And soon enough, you felt the tingle of your climax quickly creeping up. You weren’t about to let go of Javier’s cock, though, and you moaned around him as you worked him with your tongue still.

“She’s about to cum,” Veracruz groaned, “I can feel her clenching around me,” he sped up his thrusts and reached around to rub at your clit, determined to make you cum harder than you ever had before, “I am about to cum too, muñeca…”

And it didn't take much longer for Veracruz to get what he wanted. But, he also wanted to hear you scream when you came, so he grabbed your waist and reeled you up so that your back was flush against his chest. You whined when you were forced off Javier’s cock, but the action drove Veracruz deeper into you, hitting that spot that drove you wild. The instant you were against Veracruz’s strong body, you came hard, screaming his name as your body shook against his.

Veracruz’s pace became erratic as your orgasm triggered his own. He growled as he maintained eye contact with Jaiver as long as he could until he too surrendered to the pleasure. He bit down on your neck hard as he rode out both your climaxes.

Javier watched with wide eyes, and he wondered if you looked that beautiful when you came on his cock too. But, when you started to fall forward, he broke out of his thoughts and immediately caught you before you hit the couch. Ignoring Veracruz, he caressed your body tenderly as you came down from your high.

“You alright, querida?” Javier whispered in your ear.

“Mmmhmm,” you didn’t trust your voice just yet.

Javier glanced up at Veracruz before he turned his attention to you, “I’ve got you, hang on.”

He helped you up and guided you back towards your bedroom, where he preferred to fuck you. He heard the footsteps of Veracruz behind him, and he knew the Comandante followed close behind. Javier gently laid you down onto your bed, and his breath caught in his throat when you looked up at him with a look he couldn’t quite discern.

“Javi…” you reached up and cupped his face, pulling him close to yours before you whispered, “Your turn.”

You closed the gap between your face with a heated kiss. Javier immediately deepened it and dove his tongue into your mouth, exploring where his cock just was. He groaned when he tasted the saltiness on your tongue, and it only made his cock strain against your bodies.

Veracruz watched the exchange with a look of pure lust in his eyes. Where he fucked you hard and fast, Javier was slower and more deliberate. Veracruz watched as Javier cupped your breasts while he devoured your lips and the way you reacted to his touch. Veracruz watched as his hands ran down the sides of your body, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Veracruz watched as he palmed your pussy, his thumb brushing against your clit.

“Smack her pussy, Agente,” Veracruz growed: an order, not a request.

“I know how to fuck her, Comandante,” Javier snapped back as he broke away from your kiss for the first time.

Veracruz grinned from where he settled himself on the side of your bed, his cock in his hand already hardened again from watching Javier pleasure you. But, the smile was wiped from his face when Javier dipped two fingers into your pussy and wiped away the evidence of his own release that still lingered on your body. Javier looked at the other man with a challenge in his eye: the same challenge Veracruz himself had earlier.

But, it only made Veracruz amused, “Well played, Agente Peña.” He couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t have done the same thing had roles been reversed.

Javier then did something that caught him off guard: he smacked your pussy. Hard. You threw your head back and screamed even louder as he smacked your pussy a second time. Still sensitive from how hard Veracruz fucked you, every touch felt like it was dialed up to 100. And Javier was rougher than Veracruz thought he would be.

Just as his roughness bubbled to the surface, it disappeared as Javier caressed your cunt gently. He rubbed at your clit as you cried out in pleasure before he dove two fingers into you. You clawed at your bedsheets as Veracruz watched with an inferno behind his eyes. 

“Impressed?” Javier cocked a grin at Veracruz as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“I am,” Veracruz quipped back as he palmed his cock, “Now let he watch and see if you fuck her better than I do.”

Javier growled as he pulled his fingers out of you quicker than he meant to. Lost in the bliss, you barely registered the banter between the two men; all you cared about was your next climax on Javi’s cock. And luckily for you, he didn’t leave you much time to lament about the loss of his fingers before the tip of his cock already poked at your swollen entrance.

“You ready, querida?” Javier asked in a low tone as he hovered over you.

“Fuck me, Javi,” you whispered as you opened your eyes and met his.

Javier didn’t need to be told twice, and he thrust into you just as harshly as Veracruz did. You screamed as you felt yourself filled to the brim once again. Javier stilled himself for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his cock like he always did when he fucked you. 

“Move,” Veracruz growled as he watched you fall apart under the other man.

Javier shot Veracruz a glare before he moved his hips. His pace was different from the Comandante’s; where Veracruz was harsh and fast and rough, Javier was slower, more precise, but still just as hard. Already, you could tell the difference between the two men, although they both satisfied you more than anyone else.

“Fuck… Javi…” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and dug your nails into his skin.

“You feel so good, querida,” Javier murmured into your ear so only you could hear his praise.

His hips snapped against yours as he thrust his cock deep into you over and over again. Tears filled the corners of your eyes from how overwhelmed you felt, but you never wanted this to stop. You clung to Javier as if your life depended on it, and in the back of your mind you knew that if it came down to it, you would trust him with your life. 

Veracruz watched the show with amusement, but he was also quickly getting hard again from watching the way you reacted to the agent. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it in time with Javier’s thrusts as his eyes never left your bodies. Hearing your moans always spurred him on, and even when he wasn’t the cause of them this time, Veracruz still was more turned on than he had ever been before.

For several moments, Javier was too lost in you to notice the other man in the room right next to you. From the moment he buried his cock inside you, Javier’s world was nothing else. “So warm, querida,” he couldn’t help but spill praises from his lips, “Always so good for me, querida. Que bonita.”

Veracruz couldn’t help the crooked smile as he watched Javier lose himself in your pussy. But, he also wasn’t about to allow him to have you all to himself right now, so he cupped your face and turned you to face him.

“He fuck you good, muñeca?” he asked you with a teasing pout.

“Yes,” you breathed.

Javier growled as he gave Veracruz a sharp look, but he didn’t slow down. If Veracruz wanted to distract you from him, he would have to earn it. 

“Open,” Veracruz commanded.

Without hesitation, you parted your lips for him.

“So good for me,” Veracruz mocked Javier, and his eyes darted up to make sure he knew it.

But, any retort Javier had was lost when the comandante smacked your face with his cock. The sound of skin slapping made Javier’s cock twitch inside you, and he groaned when Veracruz’s own cock soon disappeared in your mouth. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around his length and took in as much as you could.

Veracruz let out a low groan as he momentarily lost himself in you as well. He felt your tongue swirl around the head before you gagged on as much of him as you could take. He gripped the base of your head harshly and gave you a tug, yanking you more against his body.

Javier felt conflicted: to watch you be manhandled like that turned him on, but also wanted to make sure you weren’t actually hurt at all. But, his body acted before his mind could and he sped up his thrusts before he even realized it. Though your moans were muffled, Javier still heard the way you whimpered around Veracruz’ cock as he rocked his hips against you.

Sweat lined the brows of both men as they found a new rhythm. Between them, your body was reduced to a trembling pile of limbs, wonderfully helpless as they both used your holes and fucked you so well. 

It didn’t take long for another climax to build up quickly, and when Javier groaned as you clenched around him, Veracruz gave him a knowing look.

“It’s nice when she squeezes your cock like that, huh Agente?” He tried to keep his own composure, but he was also quickly barreling towards the edge as well.

“Shut up, Veracruz,” Javier panted as he turned all his attention towards you. Suddenly, one-upping him didn’t matter at all, and all Javier wanted was to make you cum. In the back of his mind, though, he couldn’t deny that Veracruz wasn’t wrong at all.

Your breasts swung as Javier pounded into you, and you screamed around Veracruz’s cock when you felt Javier’s rough finger rub at your clit. Although you tried to pull away, Veracruz refused to release his grip on your scalp, pinning you against his body.

“No, muñeca,” Veracruz tisked, “Not when I’m this close…”

Javier grumbled; he knew what Veracruz was doing. He didn’t want Javier to have the satisfaction of hearing you scream as you came on his cock. It didn’t matter though, Javier was determined to make you cum harder, so he pounded into you while he rubbed at your clit with expert precision until he felt your body shake.

With a muffled scream, you fell apart under the two men’s touches for a second time. You felt like you could float away if it weren’t for them pinning you down, and it was a bliss unlike anything you ever felt before. And even though Veracruz’ cock stayed securely in your mouth, your scream still echoed in the room.

“Fuck…” matching curses came out of both their mouths.

Javier and Veracruz came almost simultaneously, each spilling themselves in your body without warning. Groans and grunts flowed from their lips as they rode out their climaxes on your body as you trembled from the aftershocks of your own powerful orgasm.

With a final grunt, Veracruz pulled himself out of your mouth and breathed heavily as he watched Javier collapse on top of you. A gasp escaped your lips as you took in a full breath for the first time, only to have it pushed out of your body by Javier’s weight over you. He quickly mumbled a soft apology as he carefully pulled out of you and laid down next to you, inviting you into his arms without hesitation.

Exhausted, you collapsed right into Javier’s arms. You exhaled deeply as you laid your head on his chest and listened to the soothing sound of his pounding heartbeat. “That…” you sighed, “Was fucking amazing.”

Javier chuckled softly as he caressed your body tenderly, “You were amazing, querida,” he whispered into your ear before he looked up and watched as Veracruz already rose and slipped on his pants that he grabbed from your couch.

His expression dropped as he watched the other man gather his things and drape his shirt over his shoulders. It also didn’t escape Javier that the Comandante’s gun was nearby this whole time, and Veracruz made direct eye contact with him as he picked it up.

“Veracruz,” Javier said his name in a warning. But, just as he was about to get up, you nuzzled yourself more into his chest and let out a soft snore. All the air felt like it was pushed out of his lungs as he watched you sleep for several moments, safe and secure in his arms.

“It appears as though you are incapacitated, Agente,” Veracruz smirked as he buttoned his shirt up except for the top few buttons, “I will take my leave then,” there was a darkness in his eyes, but Javier wasn’t sure it was meat as a threat, “We should do this again sometime, Agente. Perhaps a contest as to who can eat her sweet pussy better.”

Javier frowned as his eyes landed on a pack of cigarettes on your bedside table, something that you always left there just for him. Veracruz’s gaze followed, and when you mumbled something in your sleep, it stirred something within him. Veracruz crossed the room and picked up the pack, “Do not ever say I did nothing for you, Agente,” his tone was low as he handed them over.

Dumbfounded, Javier looked up at the other man with his mouth open. As Veracruz turned to leave, Javier called out his name again, “Veracruz!”

The Comandante turned and watched you sleep in Javier’s arms for a moment. It was at that moment that he knew that what Javier felt for you was more, and that you returned those feelings. He had the feeling that all this remained unspoken, though, and for once he chose not to comment on it.

“The hunt is back on, Agente,” Veracruz said, “Good luck.”

“Wait,” Jaiver’s voice was stern enough that it made Veracruz turn back around, “She stays out of this, understand. This is between you and me. She is not to be hurt or involved at all.”

Veracruz saw the emotions in Javier’s eyes as he spoke, and he stepped towards your sleeping figure and brushed his fingertips along the side of your face. He stared at your for a moment before he straightened himself and looked at Javier again, “Agreed, Agente,” his tone was genuine, “I would never want to hurt mi muñeca favorita,” Veracruz added with a smirk, “Until next time, Agente Peña,” he paused, “And thank you for paying the bill.” 

Javier grumbled to himself as he watched the Comandante leave your apartment. While he did not trust the Comadnante at all, Javier did believe his words. He stared at the door long after it clicked shut as he mind raced. He had the Comandante right in front of him, and yet again he slipped away. The circumstances were very different, but the result was the same, and it pissed Javier off to no end.

But, a heavy sigh from you broke Javier out of his thoughts, and he dropped his gaze down to watch you sleep soundly in his arms. Something stirred within Javier, and he felt his chest tightened as he thought about just how much you actually meant to him. He wondered if you felt the same about him, or if it was Comandante Veracruz that held your heart.

Either way, Javier was determined to protect you, even if he couldn’t share his true feelings just yet. “Sleep querida,” he whispered to you as he kissed the top of your head, “I promise nothing will ever happen to you… Ever…” he stared at you as one last thought stayed on the tip of his tongue.

It wasn’t time to say those words yet, though. 

[purpleopossum]

I'm Tired

For a long time I've said that I don't need a coming out. That I'm bi, but I won't ever date a woman (because I want a more traditional path out of life), so accepting that is just for me. I came out to my mom and my sister. My mom was great, for a conservative woman of her age... my sister said "No you're not" and not only blamed my time attending a woman's college (did not make me gay. In fact I hardly knew what gay people were at that time in my life) but also said that gay people don't exist. All lesbians are just either traumatized or predatory. I dropped the subject, and didn't argue. So I went back into my closet, though I told myself that I wasn't, and stayed there. I didn't realize that a glass closet is still a closet, and it's not much space in which to make a life. I have now been "out," staring through the walls of my glass closet, for many years. I have told myself that I don't envy the others dancing in the sunshine, that I want a husband, and kids born the ordinary way. A little while ago I bought a necklace from wal-mart, a little crystal butterfly that wasn't purposeful pride merch, it just happens to be pink, blue, and purple. I thought it was a bit silly, after all I don't need anything to proclaim my sexuality, I know it... but wow. I get it now guys! I get the appeal of the merch! It isn't obvious, kind of a "stealth" pride flag but it feels so good to wear it, especially since I can wear it around my sister without her knowing what it means. It takes the edge off when she says something insanely homophobic. I was at a Dollar Tree and they had Pride socks. I bought all of them. It felt amazing when the butch manning the counter lit up, talking excitedly about how she had already gotten those socks for herself and as gifts for her friends. I am 27 now; I know my own mind. I have dated only two men in my life, and slept with neither for purity culture/waiting for marriage/don't want to get pregnant out of wedlock reasons. I have also realized that having kids is not something that particularly appeals to me. I like kids, I wouldn't mind adopting, but I don't think I want to be pregnant. I don't even know if I would be a good parent with my mental issues. This removes the main reason I was really only looking at men. And also... I just want to date a woman. I want to possibly marry a woman. I have barely seen a single good m/f relationship in my entire life. I am getting sicker and sicker of listening to my sister's homophobia in silence (I have said things. You cannot argue with her. She is right and you are wrong. This is law) The glass walls are clear, but stiflingly tight. I want to break free. I told my mom, the only person I am actually, really out to, that my bisexuality isn't hypothetical anymore, that I think I might actually want to pursue a gay relationship. She took it... okay. I'm kind of worried that it's straining her acceptance to imagine me actually bringing a woman home. I'm 27 now. I know my own mind. God has been very good to me, guiding me and pulling me down the road to where I need to be, even when I resisted. He gave me the time I needed to get my life together and figure everything out. I am very grateful for all He has done, and I know that I just have to trust Him for the rest of the journey. I want to be the person He intended for me to be, and that means living as my whole self. I don't want to lose my family; they are all I have ever had, but it is their choice if they harden their hearts once they can't ignore the truth any longer. Anyway, I'm going to my first Pride event on Saturday! I don't know how it will go; I'm a little worried that a festival environment might not be great for my Autism/ADHD, but I don't know where else to find people, and I'm really excited!! I'm ready to leave my chrysalis and dance in the sun. Wish me luck!!! Happy Pride <3

[themculibrary]

Bisexual Characters Masterlist 3

part one, part two

#bipride (ao3) - EnInkahootz T, 400

Summary: On the ship after Ragnarok, Loki comes out to Thor as bisexual.

#bisexualsteverogers (ao3) - AllonsyHelen steve/bucky, clint/natasha, pepper/tony G, 10k

Summary: “Hi, I’m Steve Rogers – Captain America – and I have two very important things to say. First. I am bisexual. Second. I’m with you till the end of the line. Thank you.” In which Steve Rogers comes out and the result is not what he expected.

A Long Winter (ao3) - dropdeaddream, WhatAreFears steve/bucky, peggy/steve M, 35k

Summary: In 1945, Steve Rogers jumps from a nosediving plane and swims through miles of Arctic Ocean to a frozen shore.

In 1947, Steve Rogers marries Peggy Carter.

In 1966, the New York Times finds the lost letters of Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

bucky has opinions about sam being captain america (ao3) - Firebird_wilmon sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Bucky has opinions about Captain America and makes sure everyone knows them. He wants people to understand that Sam is the perfect person for the role and that shouldn’t doubt him for a second. He make sure everyone knows what a good man Sam is.

or

Bucky being a supportive boyfriend and in love with Sam Wilson.

cap comes out (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 6k

Summary: Steve’s journey as coming out as bisexual.

drunken confessions (ao3) - alienspronkles sam/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: After Sam drinks, a lot, he ends up telling Bucky how he really feels.

family means no one gets left behind or forgotten (ao3) - cosmicocean steve/bucky T, 11k

Summary: “Why did you think I wouldn’t like you for being gay?” Steve asks gently.

“You’re Captain America.” Eli’s got his teeth clenched and is resolutely looking ahead. “You stand for truth and justice and the American way. You stand for American morals. You stand for…” he shrugs awkwardly. “Not people like me.”

Steve blows the air out of his cheeks slowly, trying to figure out how to keep the anger out of his voice so Eli doesn’t think it’s at him.

Or, Steve comes to terms with his new world, and gains some children in the process.

first time (ao3) - Siancore sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: The first time that Bucky Barnes admitted to himself that he liked guys the same way he liked gals was exciting, but a little nerve-wracking. What would people think? Nothing nice. What would they say? Probably mean things.

From Ice and Ashes (ao3) - phansomedevil steve/bucky M, 64k

Summary: Steve Rogers learns what it means to be a queer hero in a complicated modern age. He tries to move on from the pull of the past, and his lost loves, but fate rarely lets him catch a break.

hold me, thrill me, kiss me (ao3) - LittleSixx sam/bucky M, 1k

Summary: After a long day as Falcon/Captain America, the only thing he wants is to go home and be Sam.

how it should have gone (ao3) - hawksonfire clint/steve/natasha E, 40k

Summary: When Steve Rogers wakes up from a nap he wasn’t supposed to wake up from, he’s not expecting much.

What do you get when you add a deaf archer, a redhead assassin, five university students at varying places on the gender spectrum, aliens, the son of your dead friend, and the fact that almost everyone else you knew is dead?

A very confused Steve Rogers. Add in a splash of romantic feelings, a ton of therapy, and Nick Fury’s shitty manipulation, and well…

Steve wants to go back to sleep.

invisible string (ao3) - geekyziam sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Sam and Bucky believe in fate and are soft boyfriends

Is It Pretending If I Already Want You? (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 85k

Summary: Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event"

Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You've Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):

STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend. STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents' wedding anniversary party. STEP 3: Panic. STEP 4: Say 'yes' when your best friend and closet crush - who you're convinced isn't interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend. STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip. STEP 6: Fail miserably.

Milestones (ao3) - andloawhatsit steve/bucky, peggy/steve, clint/natasha, pepper/tony T, 54k

Summary: Brooklyn 1918 to Brooklyn 2015: In which Steve questions his humanity, has a mid-twenties crisis (though he doesn’t call it that), makes friends, falls in love again, and slowly learns that he doesn’t need to live in the past to honour his memories.

Not Another Supersoldier Fantasy (ao3) - triedunture steve/bucky E, 16k

Summary: Bucky finds a popular sex toy modeled on Captain America's own anatomy. Well, isn't this just perfect? Because even after all this time, he still hasn’t seen Steve’s supersoldier cock. But apparently in this day and age anyone with $29.95 can get a decent replica. The unfairness of this is of galactic proportions.

one step closer (ao3) - Flowerparrish steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Bucky doesn’t actually mean to discover it the way he does. He’s just going through Steve’s Wikipedia page one night when he can’t sleep, and he discovers a short paragraph about Steve coming out as bisexual and advocating for LGBT rights.

put ‘em up (ao3) - Spooteh (Pawfoot) steve/sam T, 3k

Summary: The only problem with the press outing Steve and Sam as a couple is that they aren’t really a couple.

so no one told you life was gonna be this way (ao3) - thundersnowstorm steve/bucky T, 9k

Summary: Natasha is assigned to Captain Rogers the day after she returns to work from her break.

Somehow this turns into her aggressively befriending a sad, lonely Steve and collecting a gaggle of friends along the way.

the guide to being a displaced 106 year old who is coming to terms with his sexuality (ao3) - ChaoticAce2005 sam/bucky T, 5k

Summary: “So, people like- it’s normal to like both?”

Because despite Bucky’s head being like scrambled eggs, he remembers love. He remembers attraction. To that one baseball player. To a cashier at a mart, he went to. To the king of Wakanda who, holy fuck had no right looking that good.

And he thought maybe Hydra had screwed him up. Maybe they screwed around with his memories. But even now there were men who would cause Bucky to pause.

Men like Sam.

But he thought Hydra had just broken that part of him. Because he liked girls too and there was no way- Maybe he was just making it up- It couldn’t be real-

“Yeah,” Sarah responded, “Bisexual for one, that’s when you like two or more genders. There are more broad terms like pansexual or polysexual as well, those mean liking all genders or liking many genders.”

Wait- what?

“Aren’t there only two genders?”

Sarah just shook her head, “Gender is more a binary now, think a straight line and at one end is male and the other is female, there is all that space in the middle that some people are in. Some people don’t even identify as a gender.”

What- okay, that was going to give him a headache.

unexpected houseguest (ao3) - faeryn sam/bucky M, 20k

Summary: When Sam comes across Bucky in the strangest of places, his first instincts are to run, and to call Steve. He does neither, and in doing so manages to form a strange bond with the Soviet assassin who once tried to kill him. Bucky is broken, a shell of his former self, and Sam wants nothing more than to help return him to himself. But can he maintain a respectable and responsible distance from the man, despite how Bucky draws him in, in order to help him? Or will he falter, and shatter all the progress he has made by giving in to his own desires?

[findroleplay]

🍂 19 year old trans man looking for someone to write the hunger games with!

for the first time ever really, i’m really wanting to write ocs! i would love to write victor x victor (whether they both win katniss and peeta style or victors of different games) or maybe something enemies to lovers related instead, whether your character be from the opposite side of the rebellion, etc.

i’m opened to talk more about plots / relationship dynamics, although i do normally write my oc as a victor or someone on the opposing side of the capitol. the rp could also take place before the rebellion as well! i’m flexible!

my oc is amab genderfluid and bisexual, so i’m down to write m x f, m x m, etc. i’m also open to writing nsfw & darker themes, we’d just have to talk about that beforehand.

also — i’m the type of rp partner who tends to get very invested in whatever we are writing! this would include possible playlists, pinterest boards, and especially talking ooc!

lastly, i rp on discord! like this post and i’ll reach out to you! super excited!! 🍁

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[backmaskedliedermacher]

Dominance

I was super excited when the film Secretary came to theaters in 2002. I was… trying to figure out some stuff about myself around that time. Not the gender stuff. I'd given up on that and was really dedicated to telling myself that it was "just a phase". The BDSM stuff. I was pretty confident about being a switch. In truth this was because I couldn't in any way relate to male doms or male subs and so, by simple process of elimination, I clearly had to be a switch.

The problem was that while, as a switch, I obviously had a dominant side, I didn't at all understand the appeal of being a dominant. Like, what did guys get out of that sort of thing? The solution, clearly, was to watch a movie about a BDSM relationship. I went to the Baxter Avenue Theater the week it came out with high hopes.

I then got immediately punched in the gut by the opening scene. The scene in question depicts Maggie Gyllenhaal's character wearing an extremely hot secretary outfit and a fiddle. Since the fiddle doesn't leave her hands free, she picks up her boss's paperwork with her mouth, then slowly crawls over to him and hands him the paperwork.

I could neither understand nor explain at the time why the scene felt like such a gut punch. All I could think to say was that it was "unfair". This is one of the many things that is completely obvious in retrospect. It was unfair that she got to do that and I didn't.

I'd never have been able to admit this at the time, even to myself, but I consciously totally understood the motivation of Gyllenhaal's character, her need to be owned, controlled, looked after, cherished, protected from her own tendencies towards self-harm. Sure. It was a powerful fantasy of female submission. Even I, a completely cisgender man, could relate to that. What I couldn't get, at all, was what was up with James Spader's character.

What's up with James Spader's character is that he's an abuser. Viewers aren't supposed to empathize or understand with Spader's character, clearly. The film isn't a realistic depiction of a BDSM relationship. The essence of the film is depicting a fantasy of female submission. It doesn't need to be held to the same standards as an actual relationship. My reaction to it wasn't simply about my very obvious disinterest in being a maledom. It's just not a film that's about dominance, that's interested in the dominant's perspective.

To my surprise and relief, when I finally came to terms with my own sexuality after my transition, it turns out that I'm an actual fucking switch. There are so many different things I want, so many different things I love. There's a lot of switch erasure memes, people saying that switches are "actually" subs or "actually" doms and don't get me wrong, a lot of them are funny, but doing that is bullshit, the same "pick a side" crap we used to do to bisexuals back in the '90s.

Dominance does mean something to me now, so I'm reflecting back on Secretary, how my approach to dominance differs from the fantasy of submission that film presents.

First off we can take all the obvious abuse stuff off the table. I wouldn't start a relationship with a professional subordinate. On top of that, anything I do with a partner is negotiated in advance in order to create an intentional shared space. Back when "political correctness" was a thing and schools started specifying forms of consent, cis dudes would complain that it wasn't "sexy". I take the opposite view. I am very happy that it is physically impossible for me to engage in PIV. There is no such thing as "default" or "assumed" sexual activity for me. Anything I do with a partner is something we create together. That's not how the relationship portrayed in Secretary works.

Beyond that, I have my own limits. Gyllenhaal's character starts the beginning of the movie as a fucked up, traumatized woman whose family doesn't really understand or support her the way she needs to be supported. Her fantasy is for some big powerful man to come in and make her into a functional and sexy woman. I look at the denoument of the film, where it slips pretty overtly into magical realism, and that sets off warning bells. Yes, his behavior is abusive, but he has a right to set boundaries for himself. When he chooses to break up with her, standing at his desk without moving her hands for days on end is not "romantic". It's fucked up and codependent. Gyllenhaal's character doesn't take "no" for an answer, and that is a hard limit for me.

There's an old Goffin/King song I love called "As We Go Along". A lot of the hippie songs have this very naive idea of freedom, view fear of commitment as being healthy, and I don't look at things that way. I don't get that sense from "As We Go Along", either. The song is, in an explicit sense, about creating a space together - not a sexual space, but a shared space nonetheless. It's also, however, rooted in respect for each person's autonomy - "I'm not gonna try to hurt you or heal you", the lyric goes. Often relationships only get phrased in terms of not wanting to hurt the other person, but refusing to fix the other person is so essential to my model of relationships.

Don't mistake what I'm saying. I love seeing people grow, become stronger, you know. Become more functional and sexy. My joy isn't in doing that, though. I don't do that, won't do that. I get joy out of the pleasure and privilege of watching.

Most of the people I know have been traumatized and hurt and fucked up, often not just once, but over and over again. We have been taught to think poorly of ourselves, and act in ways that reinforce our self image. The people who I love, they often don't see themselves the same way I see them.

Dominance, to me, isn't a matter of control, of power, of authority. It's necessary, as a dominant, to have some measure of those things, but none of those are the point. What I get out of dominance is that I get to give people permission.

What Gyllenhaal's character needs permission for resonates with me as a trans woman specifically. Her character doesn't allow herself to feel sexy. This taboo, this part of herself she's ashamed to express - this shame hits super fucking hard for a lot of us trans women. When trans women present ourselves as being sexually desirable, as being worthy of sexual desire - this is seen as so threatening, so destabilizing to patriarchal cisheteronormativity, that they can only think to deal with it by erasing our womanhood altogether.

The reason for Gyllenhall's character's self-denial, like ours, is physical. Her trauma manifests itself as scars from cutting, all over her body. There are a lot of things I think are wrong with Secretary, but this aspect, in particular, I think is handled exactly right. When, in the "happy ending" of the movie, we see Gyllenhaal's body, we see her body scarred from her history of self-harm. Spader's character doesn't heal her trauma, can't heal her trauma. What he can do is validate her as being a beautiful woman. She's not beautiful despite her trauma, she's not beautiful because of her trauma. Spader's character, in this sense, hasn't hurt her or healed her. This is the one place in the movie where I genuinely get the sense that Spader's character sees her for who she is rather than as who he wants her to be.

This, to me, is dominance. Dominance, to me, is the power to see someone as they truly are, at their most vulnerable, at their most uncertain. Many people - and I include myself in this category - have been taught, traumatized, into hiding their beauty and joy, not just from the sight of others, but from themselves. Dominance is not just the ability to see that hidden beauty, that buried joy, but to bear witness to the submissive's self-recognition, the understanding that they are not shameful, not repulsive, not broken.

That shit is hot. That shit is super fuckin' hot.

[qqueenofhades]

20+ Books That You (Might Actually Want) To Read During Pride Month!

Right, so. I got annoyed after seeing the list referenced in this post last night, told myself that my books are all packed up so I couldn’t do anything about it, and lasted all of a whopping 10 minutes before picking up my phone and attempting to make my own list instead. Behold, my from-memory attempt to present 20 books with strong LGBTQ plots, characters, and/or authors, that DON’T just rely on Suffering and Identity Politics and are... you know... fun.

Listed in alphabetical order by title. Links take you to Bookshop.org, where you can buy them from your local independent bookstore at a discount and NOT from the evil empire.

1. A Master of Djinn – P. Djeli Clark * author of color * steampunk Cairo in 1912 * djinn! magic! murder mystery! * butch Arab lesbian main character * devout hijabi Muslim badass assistant * anticolonial alternate history

2. An Accident of Stars – Foz Meadows (Sequel: A Tyranny of Queens) * trans author * bi, pan, trans, aro representation * racially diverse characters * all female POV characters * high-fantasy world adventures

3. Boyfriend Material – Alexis Hall * queer author * look I love this book SO MUCH and have absolutely screamed about it before but also I LOVE IT SO MUCH * contemporary M/M fake dating in modern London, complete with full cast of disaster found-family queer friends * it is. fucking. HILARIOUS. I almost died the first time reading it * there is a sequel called HUSBAND MATERIAL scheduled to be released in 2022; I am a normal amount of excited for this book

4. Gideon the Ninth – Tamsyn Muir (Sequel: Harrow the Ninth) * the book cover says “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space!” * that is exactly what you get * slow-burn enemies-to-lovers F/F main romance * I cannot describe this book, it is dark, genre-bendy, science fiction-y, Hunger-Games-with-lesbian-necromancers-in space? Kinda? I have literally never read anything like it * also fucking HILARIOUS

5. One Last Stop – Casey McQuiston * queer author (who wrote Red White and Royal Blue) * bisexual fat girl from the South/lesbian-daughter-of-Chinese immigrants from the 1970s-riot-grrl main romance * time traveling mystery involving the Q train in Brooklyn (mentions Brighton Beach ahem) * magical realism * many more found-family chaotic queers including a trans Latino psychic and a Black accountant by day/drag queen by night and the mean little gay disaster who has a hopeless crush on them

6. Parasol Protectorate (series) – Gail Carriger * this is one of my favorite series, and there are five books: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, and Timeless * steampunk vampires/werewolves late Victorian London, like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse (they are all fucking hilarious) * pretty much everyone is queer; we got your flamboyantly camp gay vampires (Lord Akeldama ftw!) We got your gay werewolves! We got your lesbian French inventors! We got your big disaster idiot werewolf main male love interest! We got your crazy adventures! You name it we got it! * two spin-off novellas: Romancing the Werewolf (M/M) and Romancing the Inventor (F/F) * she has a ton more books in this same universe and writes sexy queer supernatural romance as G.L. Carriger

7. Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth * queer author * historical horror-comedy set between a haunted girls’ school in early-1900s New England and in the modern day * all sapphic female main characters * plays with style/form/voice, a story within a story within a story

8. Red White and Royal Blue – Casey McQuiston * you’ve probably heard of it but here I am reccing it again * the biracial son of the first female POTUS falls in love with the Prince of England; shenanigans absolutely ensue * yes, the British monarchy still absolutely sucks a big fat dick * hilarious, heartfelt, reads like fanfic, just go get it, it will change your life

9. Rosaline Palmer Takes The Cake – Alexis Hall * same author as Boyfriend Material, this is his newest * bisexual female protagonist * absolutely perfect satire of The Great British Bake Off (you can tell this man has watched EVERY SINGLE SERIES and all of the holiday specials) * sweet and surprisingly thoughtful

10. Starless – Jacqueline Carey * genderqueer/transmasculine main character of color * almost all main characters are brown people! * lush Middle Eastern/India-inspired fantasy world * gods, prophecies, monsters * the best Oh God Why Me I Am A Horrible Mentor wise-old-mentor

11. The Future of Another Timeline – Annalee Newitz * nonbinary (they/them) author * time travel but make it The Handmaid’s Tale * will probably make your head explode * feminist, queer, subversive * diverse characters

12. The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue – Mackenzi Lee * queer author * technically YA but historical/magical adventure set in the 1700s * bisexual disaster main protagonist and love interest of color * (mis)adventures across Europe * has a sequel (see below) with the badass asexual sister of the protagonist

13. The Hate Project – Kris Ripper * nonbinary/genderqueer author * M/M enemies to lovers/sex with no strings attached (spoiler alert: strings attached) * HECKING HILARIOUS * sweet, escapist, and very low stakes * diverse characters, including fat protagonist with realistic anxiety disorder

14. The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy – Mackenzi Lee * PIRATES, obviously * sequel to Gentleman’s Guide * asexual female protagonist * strong queerplatonic f/f friendship * more historical/magical 18th century adventures

15. The Last Rune (series) – Mark Anthony * Imma be real with you chief, I haven’t read this series since I was a clueless teenager with no idea why I liked Gay Stuff so much, so if it does turn out to suck now, don’t throw rotten veggies at me * but especially since it was written in the NINETIES, this series was hella progressive?! * gay characters, disabled characters, characters of color, all playing significant and heroic roles in six-book epic fantasy cycle * people from Earth end up in high-fantasy world of Eldh * endgame M/M romance for the main character * books out of print, I think, but you can find them cheap somewhere like AbeBooks; first one (Beyond the Pale) linked above

16. The Library of the Unwritten – A.J. Hackwith * queer author * heaven-hell-Valhalla supernatural adventures * The Good Place x Good Omens x Lucifer x The Librarians * Pansexual Black badass female heroine * Queer found families * The Sassiest TM Bisexual Villain Turned Reluctant Hero (is he my favorite? Why on earth would you think that.)

17. The Priory of the Orange Tree – Samantha Shannon * epic doorstopper science fiction/historical fantasy set in a vaguely 16th-century world * main F/F romance between a queen and her sorceress bodyguard * sassy old gay alchemist whose backstory will give you Feelings * so many strong women and characters of color * no homophobia! marriage is fully gender-neutral, spouses are called “companions”

18. The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller * likewise one you have probably heard of but still * a little light on the myth/historical part imho, but the writing is beautiful and will give you many feelings * M/M romance between Achilles and Patroclus  * reimagining of The Iliad (her other book Circe is also really good)

19 The Stars are Legion – Kameron Hurley * all-female apocalyptic space opera * messy messy antiheroines * grimdark war fantasy * queer sci-fi drama

20. Witchmark – C.L. Polk * author of color * M/M romance * main character is a veteran and a doctor dealing with his own hidden magic and repressed war trauma * gaslamp fantasy set in a world reminiscent of post-WWI England * strong sibling relationship

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any royalty aus? Like one of them is a prince and the other is a servant or commoner or something? -- Thank you Steph.

Hey Nonny!

Not many, unfortunately. Any I do have are on my Royalty AU Community Recs list!

Ones I have immediately:

ROYALTY AUs (TO READ)

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance. (HAVE READ, GREAT FIC)

The Royal Baby by CeliaEquus (G, 2,007 w., 1 Ch. || Fairytale Omegaverse || Royalty, Marriage, Mpreg) – John, the healer of Baker Village, is pregnant by his husband, the magician named Sherlock. With John's worries about bringing up a child on so little money, Sherlock turns to his family, the royal family, for help.

Royalty by tzarobin (NR, 3,044 w., 1 Ch. || Teenlock AU || French Sherlock, Sherlock is Royalty, Implied Mystrade, Friendship) – John is a medical student who came from England to visit the Castles of the Loire Valley. There, he meets Sherlock, an arrogant young man who gets on his nerves.

The Engagement by thedeadparrot (E, 9,523 w., 1 Ch. || Royalty AU || Arranged Marriage, King Mycroft, Prince Sherlock, Prince John) – King Mycroft has his younger brother, Prince Sherlock, betrothed to a foreigner, Prince John. Sherlock is all, "How about nooooooooo" until he actually meets his husband-to-be.

The Prince of Hearts by prettysailorsoldier (M, 38,928+ w., 11/? Ch. || Modern Royalty AU || WiP || Matchmaker Sherlock, Prince John, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, Christmas, Fluff) – Sherlock Holmes is making big waves in London as the head of a thriving matchmaking firm, his unconventional approach earning him the title 'The Chemist'. To Sherlock, love is in the data, a collection of variables plugged into equations to calculate the perfect match, but, when the royal family of the small country of Galerre hires him to find a spouse for the crown prince, he will find that some matters of the heart are not so easily solved.

Captive Hearts by Nana_41175 (E, 213,977+ w., 47/? Ch. || Medieval Renaissance Royalty AU || Highlander John, King Mycroft, Lord Lestrade, Monseigneur Sherlock, Princess Harriet, Romance, UST, Medieval Medicine, Masquerades, Masturbation, Frottage, Hawking/Falconry, Bondage, Unequal Relationship, Master/Servant, Submission, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Nightmares, Temptation, Poisoning, Seduction, Captivity Issues, First Meetings) – A Medieval AU Johnlock romance. John Watson is a captive Highlander tasked to heal the Gaaldinian Prince from a strange malady. In return for his pains, John is forced into the service of the Prince, known only as Monseigneur. Part 2 of the Captive Hearts series

Children of the Small Gods by alexxphoenix42 (E, 285,081+ w. across 2 works || Series WiP || Regency/Royalty/Historical Magical Fantasy AU || First Meeting, BDSM, Romance, Arranged Marriage, Voyeurism, Cross Dressing, Bisexuality, Humiliation, Minor Character Death, Sensation Play, Festivals, Poetry, Role Playing, Intoxication, Underage Prostitution, Casse Fic, Pregnancy, Drug Use) – Brother John is a recent addition to the Temple of the Small Gods on Baker Street. A mysterious stranger catches his attention one night when he does something that no one else has ever managed to do.

[trutrustories]

Okay, this will be probably long and with many errors (my english isn´t very good) But I saw several posts here on Lokius tag, talking about this ship as result of gay fetish, and about non existing chemistry and  how this ship doesn´t make sense etc… And from what I understood there is tagged Lokius because of genuine interest to understand others point of view, so here is mine: I wil try to explain where my frustration comes from, and how I feel about Lokius, Sylkie, AND representation + some other things which I saw here somewhere. But first of all: I like Sylvie, I don´t hate sylkie shipers, and after so many years reading fan fictions, I don´t mind selfcest – I read weirder things. I have some issues with this ship (the mainlythe fact that it isn´t Lokius), but  this is not one of them. Also, I am not about to tell anyone, they shouldn´t ship sylkie.Ship whatever. And I LOVED the show as a whole. 

I just want to defend my standpoint, that Lokius does make sense, people shipping it does make sense and whether it will happen or not, (I don´t have my hopes very high, and I learned to be very skeptical in this regard ) it is more than just about crack ship, or fetish. I´m honestly blown away that people are still surprised that this ship became a thing :D First of all, let´s look at some romantic story telling and tropes: I mean the way they introduced them in the first two episodes set the tone for all series and how the heck this isn´t romantic? Somehow there are all these romantic tropes existing in a show. They´re just there. Just chilling between Loki and Mobius and large portion of audience can´t even see them. (and some of those tropes were used for Sylki as well, so you could actually see them side by side)

For example: 1) traveling to the apocalypsis 2) breaking law/rules for the other 3) literally changing for the better thanks to the other 4) arguing like old married couple 5) saying secrets, personal things to the other 6) sharing glances, touches, visibly being happy around each other - in case of Loki happier then we´ve ever seen him before 7) being completely themselfs around each other 8) One knowing everything (even the worst) about other and still accepting him completely 9) teasing, being comfortable and domestic around each other 10) one being literally enthusiastic FAN of the other 11) Mobius defending Loki whenever he has a chance 12) Freaking amnesia trope that they pulled of in the end??? (It could be different Mobius, but point is he suddenly doesn´t know him - and Loki knows more, in contrast with the beggining) 13) the jealousy in ep4 14) Misunderstanding - when Mobius thought Loki betrayed him and Loki (thanks to Ravonna) thought Mobius betrayed him... 15) witnessing death of the other and being absolutely broken afterwards 16) The goodbye hug with romantic music in the backround 17) Saving life of the one (even when it means problems for the other ) - like Mobius saved Loki´s ass at least three times when he was trying to stop others from pruning him. 18) sharing deep conversations about meanings of life, freedom and how it would be fun to make some chaos and ride that fucking jet ski!!! 19) Inspiring the other 20) looking for each other (Mobius didn´t believe for a second, that Loki would die in the Void and the way how in the last minutes of the series Loki run through all places they were together when he was looking for Mobius... and I could go on. Point is, even if they are not planning to make Lokius canon, all these things are used on a daily basis to describe romance in media and they are used here. On top of that it´s just very poetic and cute, that this drama queen and powerful god of Asgard who looked down on people would find his match in someone, who is so quiet, ordinary on the first sight, and basically is just human from 90s, who loves jet skis. Mobius can´t even fight. But is highly inteligent and he also happen to be as good manipulator, such as Loki himself. - That´s why they work together so well. Mobius sees right through him and once Loki understands that, he drops his evil persona. Almost nobody expected to ship it for real. But story itself and chemistry between them just made it probably the most exciting duo in the whole MCU. And I mean it genuinely. Third episode, even though it was beautiful and Sophie was great in it (and is literally dipped in bisexual colors), is the least favorite for a reason. And that reason being, there is no interaction between Loki and Mobius whatsoever. Lot´s of people though that series slowed down a bit. Even when in fact there was more action, then when we watched Loki and Mobius working at the TVA.

(and let´s just talk about evil!Mobius narative for a bit and how some people say he is manipulative and toxic for Loki: show itself explore heavy themes and one of them is in Loki´s line: no one bad is ever truly bad and no one good is ever truly good. And as a theme in a fictional world, it is working as it should, for the  story. When Loki and Mobius meet, one of them just killed lots of innocent people and destroyed almost whole city. The other one is a part of fascist organization – and in the beginning of the series they both believe what they´re doing is right. They´re both bad, they´re both good, they´re both broken. And they are changing with the help of the other.) From all reactions I watched - and there was many of them, lots of people actually didn´t see dynamic between Loki and Sylvie as romantic in the third episode. So it´s not like Sylvie and Loki had unequivocally love story right from the start.

The only difference is that lots of people won´t see romantic tropes, when it comes to two men in a mainstream show – show that isn´t primarily about relationships and problems that queer people has to face. Because in super hero story and science fiction we have to warn audience, that they´re about to watch two man in love, right? At this point It´s just frustrating really. There were many M/M dynamics that used similar story line, as for example Lucifer, or X-files, or Bone collectors. -  But unlike those M/M pairings, no one was making fun of people for shipping main characters in these shows. But when it comes to two men suddenly you´ll see from all corners of the internet: “why can´t it be just platonic?” “There is not enough platonic relationships” “why can´t two man just be friends?” (They can and they almost ALWAYS are) and “if you think there something romantic between them, you´re delusional” “fetishist“ “And for god´s sake just let them be friends, Loki needs a friend more then....” oh wait, but Sylvie is allowed to kiss him. Sylvie doesn´t have to be just friend. (And I must say, that I love Sylvie, I liked most of the interactions between her and Loki and I think she is a great character ((I hope we learn more about her in the future)) it just doesn´t work for me as well as Loki´s dynamic with Mobius. Maybe partly because of chemistry between actors, partly because combination of characters and they´re personality and also because I had two whole episodes to fall in love with the pair before Sylvie was even introduced.)

First of all: people can be friends and then evolve into lovers. Not only it is common romantic trope, but it is also the most realistic one. And those relationships are usually strongest. second: If people want to see Loki in a platonic friendship so desperately, why can´t it be a woman for a change? They were acting like chaotic siblings for most of the episode three anyway. The age gap aspect is also very funny. Owen is only about 12 years older (That is not that much. But I imagine, some people would get uncomfortable. But If it was man and woman, most of them wouldn´t even blinked. But two men, that has to be somehow automatically son and father figure dynamic) And If you want to dive into age of an actual characters, then good luck with that in a series about gods, variants and time travel. Almost nobody cares about age gap between Lucifer and detective Decker, or Bella and Edward. On top of that, it was heavily implied, that Loki slept with older, silver haired guy in Ragnarok, so it´s not like he would have problem with that.

Different standards are projected in a way how we see romantic dynamics between fictional characters depends on what we are used to, how are we perceiving world around us, what we are expecting to see and ALSO, what we would like to see, that much is true.  When people are used to make no differences between heterosexual and homosexual pairing, then everything what happens to the characters is measured with the same meter. (Even though I experienced queerbaiting many times (( Once upon a time, Sherlock, Supernatural, Good Omens – the last one hopefully is not the case, but I guess we´ll see)) I also saw lots of lgbt shows like Queer as folks and Sense8.) And when we are not used to see it the same way, well… then it looks basically like that one comment under Castiel´s “I love you” scene on youtube, that said  “what a beautiful friendship”.

If we forget about all that chaotic mess behind the scenes (all those articles and contrary messages)  What is happening in a show between Loki and Mobius can be objectively considered romantic and what is happening between Loki and Sylvie in a series can be objectively considered platonic (until the kiss) and vice versa.  And then to see comments about how absurd it is to even think they have chemistry, and about gay fetish - it´s hard to swallow. I read posts about absurdity of a ship and how there is absolutely nothing that would suggests romance.  Well there is, actually. But whether creators are going to work with it or not, that´s something we can only speculate. They already made Loki officially bisexual. So why should it be so absurd to assume, that there is an actual possibility of romantic subplot between Loki and Mobius? Oh right… it´s Disney and Marvel we are talking about.

So on a subject of bisexuality: Bi people can date whoever they want.  But It is a little frustrating, when there is so many heterosexual pairings in the mcu and disney but when there is a promise of lgbt character (speaking of endgame) we get one line about date from a man we´ll never see again. And when there is a promise of lgbt representation you can´t even blink during movie, or you´ll miss it (Star wars, Beauty and the beast). And then Loki said “A bit of both, I suspect the same as you”. And I won´t lie, I was happy. And I think creators made biggest step yet with this one line (which is honestly terrible, that “a bit of both” coming from Loki of all people, is the biggest step forward.) But they played it VERY safe. Obviously, both Loki, and Sylvie are bisexuals, and in three episodes, we had Loki flirting with female flight attendant, Sylvie talking about her relationship with POSTMAN and then they fall for each other. So the only thing that suggests they are really as bi as Lamentis 1 is that little sentence, that can be edited out, or easily overheard. It´s the bare minimum. And I think that frustration with how freaking slowly we´re moving into some progress is understandable. From all those great M/M dynamics I talked about, those, that could make great love story, nothing happened, because too many people “don´t mind gays but don´t need to look at them” or are scared for their children. In 2021.

It is not a fetish to wish for a gay love story in superhero movies/series. (But anyway, I don´t think there is anything bad about it. Some men like to watch lesbian porn, some woman like to read gay porn. AO3 wouldn´t be were it is today, without people reading and writing slash :D – but that has little to do with what we actually see on tv)

I´m not delusional. As much, as I love these two characters together, I know how little chance it has.  I´m not delusional. I´m just in the future, old and tired, waiting hundreds of years for at least one of my OTP to finaly become a fucking canon.

[ppersonna]

tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no.  He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon.   Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second.  Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since.  Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line.  Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin.   He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.  

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter.  Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension.  All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.  

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever.  Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime.  You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most.  You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch.  Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows.  It takes a moment to gather your surroundings.  You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there.  As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time.  5:34 pm.  Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix.  How had you fallen asleep for five hours?  How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it.   You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles.  Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung.  Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest.  “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each.  Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.”  He pushes past you and into the living room.  

Your mouth gapes open.  Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this.  Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure.  “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff.  “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam?  What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado.  “Obviously not anymore.  We broke up, she kept the apartment.  Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps?  You clear your throat.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen.  “No, you’re not.”  

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother.  He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat.  The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn.  Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone.  You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon.  It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever.  What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping.  God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on.  I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone.  “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night.  It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple.  Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom.  The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room.  You’re not getting out of this.  I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.  

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon.  Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed.  “I agree to your terms.  Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time.  6:40.  God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready.  There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already?  We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table.  He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement.  “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower.  That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds.  We’ll be waiting awhile.”  

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants.  You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage.  Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.”  Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face.  “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face.  Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”  

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening.  You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth.  Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone.  And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin.  You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas.  He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.  

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.”  Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory.  Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other.  Feels like old times.  Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room.  The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life.  Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv.  Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.  

Why did he do it?  You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning.  Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off.  He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”  

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing.  Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.  

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now.  Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again.  While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow.  You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep.  If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved.  But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems.  You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.  You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable.  You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day.  Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol.  Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.  A nightcap. Of course.  You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.  

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound.  Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house.  You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate.  It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge.  You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house.  You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.  

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile.  Liquid sleep.  And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder.  Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired.  “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls.  The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.  

“Fucking help me!  You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything.  You did that on your own.”  Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent.  He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?”  You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him.  It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you.  “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there.  You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush.  He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks.  “We talked about that.  Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.  

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own.  He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.”  His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.  

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle.  “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan.  “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”  

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth.  He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more.  His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs.  You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused.  His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure.  He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath.  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free.  Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.  

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.”  He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts.  You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”  

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime.  You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.”  Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut.  Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.”  His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.  

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat.  You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his.  Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life.  You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet.  My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you.  Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!”  You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.  

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”  He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you.  He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix.  This is surely what heaven feels like.  It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity.  He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung!  You!  Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks.  He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.  

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises.  “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”  

“Yeah baby, cum for me.  Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down.  Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry.  You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words.  You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please.  Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.”  You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash.  He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY!  Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[gettin-bi-bi-bi]

Hi! I know this may sound like a weird ask, but as a bisexual f in a relationship with a m I found myself struggling to find good representation (in fanfics and medias) of bisexual people in m/f relationships. Specially in fanfics I always find the trope of the bisexual person cheating on their opposite gender partner to f*ck with someone of the same gender ""because they're bisexual"" and ""It's hot"". It kinda bothers me how many people find it hot to have the bisexual character being a cheater just to have some ""forbidden"" m/m or f/f smut, and the line between "bisexual representation" and "harmful trope of the bisexual cheater" gets very blurry, to the point where I have to pray that the bi character won't be written as a cheater each time I come across one. I literally saw people (mostly cishets) who encouraged cheating "because the character is bisexual" and while I understand some fellow irl bi folks still in the closet may struggle to find same sex relationships and would have to hide, I'm still here trying to tell my partner that no, I'm not going to cheat on him with a girl "because bisexuals cheat", and cringing at how so many authors use bisexuality as a way to jerk off on cheating tropes.

What are your thoughts on this? Do you have any example of good bisexual representation in m/f couples? Thanks 😔💕

I understand where you're coming from. It really is annoying and hurtful that these stereotypes keep being repoduced - by media and then as well by people in real life who are likely influenced by said media. The thing that annoys me most about is it that bisexuality is used as the explanation for why someone cheats, rather than it just being separate from it. Because yeah, some bi people cheat. But so do some people of any other sexual orientation as well bc what makes someone a cheater is that they're a cheater, not what gender(s) they are attracted to.

I'm much more concerned though that your partner seems to be suspicious and you say you have to keep telling him you're not going to cheat on him. Doesn't matter where he picked up that prejudice - it's hurtful to you nonetheless that he doesn't trust you and thinks that you being bi is cause for distrust. I can only hope that he learns how hurtful and unfair this is to you. I found that this kind of misconception about bisexuals also comes from the idea that we can never be happy with one gender because we would always "miss the other". But once people unpacked that they'd realise how ridiculous it is. Like... I love men with curly hair but I'm not gonna cheat on my straight-haired boyfriend because I miss curls, am I? And the idea that one gender could "give me something" that another gender couldn't? Isn't that pretty gender essentialist? I cannot think of anything that I desire that a man could fulfill but a woman couldn't, or something a woman could bring to the table that a non-binary person couldn't....

I feel like my thoughts here are all over the place. Essentially what I wanna say is that I understand your frustration with these narratives. Unfortunately I cannot really recommend you any "good representation" (whatever that means, I have my problems with that concept as well bc it's always dangerously close to purity culture). Maybe all of the above is actually a reason for it or maybe I'm just not that interested in it but either way: I barely ever care about "representation" in media. I mean, I might enjoy it when it's there and well done (and I might hate it if it's not) but I don't search for it. And if I do find myself excited for an m/f ship then I also don't really care what their sexuality is. Though I might, if not explicitly stated otherwise, just headcanon one or both of them as bi anyway. But since the kind of media that I am interested in usually doesn't revolve around either queer narratives or romance, it's hardly ever the focus of the things I read/watch. I just make the things queer that I like, whether the creators intended it or not. So maybe one advice I can give you is to steer away a little from trying to find explicitly bi m/f depictions in media and just consume the stuff that interests you and interprete the characters whichever way you like.

Maddie

[scvshlls]

( oscar issac , he/him, cis man ) silvio herrera lives in neptune right ? yeah, they’ve been there their whole life. they’re like, forty years old and they live in sea sprite lane. yeah, they’re a principal at the local public high school, i heard that somewhere. i remember someone saying something about them being critical but then again, they had that one friend that told me they were totally forgiving. i don’t know for sure but apparently they are constantly blasting bridge over troubled water by aretha franklin. ( getting put at the kid’s table well beyond childhood, seeing tough love as a virtue, greeting every person by their name, disheveled hair, coffee stains on all of your pants ).

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hello everyone! my name is quinn, but i also go by q. i use they/them pronouns and am from the est, where i am a law student + one of those unlucky souls that got dumped on by snow over the weekend. it’s been awhile since i have been in a large group rp, so i might be a bit slower with getting back into the swing of things to start, but please know i am always down to plot/write/hc! silvio is a newer muse, but one that i’ve been wanting to write for quite awhile, so i’m so excited to see him brought to life with you all! you can find me at my discord here: caligula the bird#4292. // @neptunemisc​

𝚒. 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚊...

full name. silvio herrera, phd.

nickname(s). silv, silvs, herrera, doc

dob. febuary 12, 1982.

zodiac. aquarius. 

birthplace. 90902 zip in neptune, ca

ethnicity. guatemalan, cuban, french, ashkenazi jewish

religion. currently & raised practicing judaism (catholic upbringing as well).

sexuality. bisexual.

relationship status. happily married (ya gross ik! bring it up with management!).

height. 5′9 / 1.74 m (short king rights<3)

languages spoken. spanish (fluent), english (fluent), various coding & programming languages (fluent), asl (fluent).

𝚒𝚒. 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

Silvio fell in love with Neptune before he even knew what the word truly meant. Born and raised in the 90902 zipcode to a fisherman and kindergarten teacher, he saw both the good and the bad of growing up in this area as a kid. Tough love was what he was raised on, and when he came home with his first black eye after talking shit to some older kid during lunch, he was told that was his business and his business alone. (In other words, deal with it.) This kind of mentality served Silvio a bit too well. He learned far too young how to get out of fights as well as he knew how to pick them. Petty crime and general childhood foolishness was all too common, but he was bright, and of all things, it was math that excited him the most. He’d mess around with the other neighborhood kids during the day, but at night, he’d study his heart out in hopes of getting into college and following in his mother’s footsteps towards being a teacher. Higher Education tried to push out the parts of him that made him a cornerstone of his community, but try as they might, they just couldn’t seem to take it all out of him to fit their little cookie cutter image of what a teacher should be. Offers rolled in as his research and teaching capabilities became to get more recognition, but by the time he was planning on taking that next step towards settling down with his wife, Neptune was the only option. He began as a math teacher, but after a few years and far too many positive reviews from former students, he was offered up the position of the high school principal, which he has been for about three years now.

𝚒𝚒𝚒. 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

Silvio can be a bit rough around the edges at times, but he has a heart of gold. As a kid growing up, he was seen as a bit of a bad boy type. Silvio didn’t mind running with various groups, regardless of any sort of reputation that group had, good or bad. He’s not one to judge a book by its cover and truly tries to build intentional relationships with as many students and staff as he possibly can. He can be a pretty goofy guy, bordering on immature at times, which makes him both an unusual math teacher and principal of the school. His ‘fans,’ as he likes to call them, often will comment on the fact that they don’t think he’s fit for the position because he doesn’t take this position seriously enough. He argues that he takes it more seriously than many of them, because he tries to make school fun and work for each of his students. Silvio does have a bit of a temper though and has been known to show it during tense meetings with the PTA and whenever he feels his wife or the kids (students) have been done wrong.

𝚒𝚟. 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜.

Silvio sings and can play guitar. He used to play in a band as a kid and still plays in one now!

He’s kinda hipster trash. He has a very specific cool dad vibe about his clothing and appearance that is both as annoying as it is admirable considering he probably out dresses most of the high schoolers (embarrassing silvio!)

He used to go to the nearby community center for various youth groups as a kid himself and then began mentoring and volunteering there when he got old enough. This has continued on to this day!

Silvio used to play soccer in high school and undergrad. He then was the head coach for a few years back when he was one of the math teachers. 

He is a big beer dad but loves a good glass of wine with his wife after a long day <3

dances all the time. everywhere. it’s his worst trait. think horrible, outlandish, dad dancing... in the car, on a bus, in the school assembly, in his office, at work meetings, someone stop him.

Silvio is a very polarizing figure... Some people love him because he really does understand the community and the kids and will advocate for them with every bit of energy that he has, but he also is not your traditional teacher nor principal which can very much rub people the wrong way

catch him surfing on the weekends!

there are whispers that he might be considering running for mayor in the next election... uh oh.... 

Silvio is a huge fan of learning by doing! This means lots of workshops, professional development, & educational retreats for students and staff alike!