#not ab any mutuals but i see people being stupid on mutual's posts

[dykesbites]

sorry these helmet discourse posts are making me fucking lose it. i think some of you people got more than just a minor concussion if you think wearing a helmet is weird!!

[hawkeyeslaughter]

A / T / U

thank you for the ask beloved mutual majorbaby !!! 🫶🫶🫶

— A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

— ugh , y’all know me i’m such a sucker for hawktrap but honestly i’m also down for the hawkeye/trapper/oliver agenda because i LOVE oliver and i miss him every single day of my life . and i always love a good klinger / henry moment ,, as far as friendships go as MUCH as i give bj a hard time i always love a sweet moment between him and margaret and i can’t wait to see that during my rewatch teehee !!

ships from other fandoms !! —

— mcspirk , broppy ( YES i watch trolls and it’s a better franchise than most of them out there do NOT come for me ) , hilson ( although i do think it’s 🤏 overhyped ) , chase/foreman ( bc why do they lowkey have more chemistry than chase/cameron )

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

— you know i do , but i’ll try to give y’all the just a few

— YES henry has dirty mags he keeps in his office for protection but he’s far more worried about keeping his fishing books and gear protected

— radar was one of those double jointed kids in elementary school who was always doing weird stuff with his joints to gross people out

— trapper worked a stint as a mechanic and is a car guy

— bj swears he loses a year off his life everytime someone asks him “ so how’s the weather up there ? “

— closest charles came to swinging at hawkeye was when hawk asked if he wanted his head polished

— hawkeye ate crayons as a kid

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

anyone who has seen any of my posts can infer henry is my favorite so we’re going with three DIFFERENT fandoms buckle up guys

— bones mccoy , star trek

i think bones was my first ever comfort character and it’s because he’s so real . like , he’s just not afraid to call people stupid and i respect him for that . i also like that he’s inherently someone who loves very deeply and wants to help people in every single way he can but it’s also very subtle … like he cares SO MUCH but it’s not in an over - the - top dramatic “ i would die for you “ way ( which he would , undoubtedly ) but more of a “ i love you and cherish you but you’re fucking stupid “ and that’s always been like ,, funny and sweet to me and shows that caring for someone isn’t always being nice to them sometimes you have to be a little cunty .

— elaine benes , seinfeld

— listen it was between her and lorelai gilmore and as much as i love and defend lorelai i love elaine more . y’all the amount of people who have said i’m literally elaine … and it’s a COMPLIMENT because i LOVE HER and you KNOW WHAT ??? i should’ve put her and george on the friends ship list because her and geroge are BESTIES . anyway i love elaine she’s so fucking funny ,, like be mean to jerry yes girl !!!! also she’s so cute i love that she’s so excited and over the top over everything all of the time i love her she’s my baby . is seinfeld even a fandom ? idk but you’re hearing ab it since we’re keeping the older show theme

— james wilson , house md

first of all the FUNNIEST MOTHERFUCKER TO EVER EXIST . second of all he’s MEEEE he’s literally me because i TOO just need people to stay and i also am on the nd meter and no one ever knows what the fuck i’m talking about so !!!!!! he also has the most beautiful big brown puppy eyes i’ve ever seen like okay gorgeous

— SHOUT OUT TO FRANK COLUMBO I LOVE YOU !!!! YOURE ON A GOD TIER YOURE MY FAVORITE EVER THAT JUST GOES WITHOUT SAYINF

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#5

Me: *sees notification post* "Oh, 2notes, from who??" *sees you*

O_O -> (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Fr, do you know for how long I've been waiting for this?? It's you and one other mutual I keep interacting, and when you guys interact back I'm like "YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS, THEY LIKE ME BAAAAACCCCKKKK!!"

(This is awkward as heck, I know, just wanted to let you know you made me very happy right now!!)

I'm glad to know you are very happy that i interacted with you!

2 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#4

can you tag those traumacore/dreamcore/whatever the heck those liminal space edit things with the black shadows are they really freak me out

I went back and tagged all the untagged traumacore stuff as "traumacore" (without the " things next to the word)! I'll tag any sorta traumacore thing as traumacore from now on so be sure to filter that tag if you haven't already anon. Thank you for letting me know I should tag them.

2 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

#3

i know this might be stupid but i wanna make something in relation to my asexuality and trauma? Because I've gone through so much shit and I've been traumatized for being asexual, I've been ab*sed for being asexual and like. I dont know. is it stupid for me to wanna just like. publically make a thing about this stuff? and like. i dont know.

3 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#2

i wrote a tales from the smp: the maze fanfic! more chapters coming out soon its a multichapter series! lets hope tumblr doesn't break when i send the link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37062922

13 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I am very very. embarrassed. that Im doing this but. I am a queer neurodivergent teen in an abusive situation. I am 17 and I need money to be able to escape my parents, I have no way of making money to save up for my escape other than this so.

money please. Reblog if you cant donate please.

32 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[zhowongli]

hello! i started a new thread because the other one (+ this one) got really long, so sorry! but i guess this is my love letters to you guys because you’ve made my tumblr experience so, so much better && i’m grateful for all of you guys + all of my mutuals and followers!!

first of all, @himawari-senpaii thank you so so much for your kind words! meggi, i love your sunflower motif because it suits you so well! sunflowers make me smile whenever i see them, and it really brings me so much joy to see you on my dash/notifs. your tags are always so fun and sweet. thank you for tagging me in this 🥺 

@animoozies connie, where do i even start? you were my very, very first tumblr mutual on this account! i’m so thankful you reached out to me before, and you’re still checking up on me even now. words can’t describe how much i adore you + how appreciative of you! when i see you on my dash with your stories, i always end up cackling because you’re so fun. idk how you do it working all those hours + going to nursing school, but you is a mf boss ass queen!!

@hoekaashi ash, my queen!! my tag for you is my day is blessed because ash ✨exists✨ because that’s honestly how i feel about you. i am truly blessed with your kindness, your humor, your friendship, you. thank you for always keeping me company through our struggles in pharmacy school! you are one of the realest people i know, and i feel so honored that you always send me random kenma pics & fics you think i’d like 🥺

@kanao annette, the other half of my soul, my whole heart, my literal soul sister. you are one of the biggest blessings i’ve received this year, and i honestly don’t know where i would be without you listening to my dumb shit and supporting me through all my mess LOL. thank you for validating me all the time, even if it’s just stupid stuff like enabling me to buy all the random stuff that i’ve been thinking about LMAO. i love how we are always ✨speaking✨ and  ✨manifesting✨ good things in our futures together. i literally feel like i can talk about any and everything with you, and i love that about us 🥺 i am manifesting that beach vacation 2021 for us, okay!!! 💖

@sapphitedreams leo, my cutest menace in the kitchen 💖 thank you for reaching out to me when i was too shy to reach out to you uuuu. you’re such a chaotic calm in my life, and i love your energy. i am constantly in awe with how adorable, supportive, and creative you are! even though you bully me sometimes and only make things for characters’ birthdays, you are so so talented and it floors me every time i see your creations because they are so amazing idk how they’re real. i hope you are able to get some rest even if you have to work during your break (& i hope you don’t accidentally fall during work anymore smh HAHAH)!

@onefortyninecm danielle!! my love!! i know i mention this before, but i am always so so inspired by you. you’re so tiny, but you have such a big heart and soul. you’re so beautiful inside and out + your humor is god tier. i’m so glad you were the very first person i’ve ever commissioned from (& spiraled me into comissioning indulgent kenma art HAHAHA), and i’m still amazed by your talent and kindness every time you post something new omg. i still can’t believe you DREW ON YOUR PHONE what the heck!! you’re so talented it’s crazy HAHA. i’m always thinking fondly of you + dandy wedding in a pumpkin patch 2021, okay thanks. 

@p-irozhki rissa!! i am so blessed with all the gifs you create and all your content on my dash! whenever i think of you, i think about all the smol icons you use because to me, you = cuteness = i wanna hug you so much!!! i think i already said it, but i’m always so thankful when you read all my self-indulgent fanfics and leave kind comments on them 😭 thank you for culturing me about mangoes HAHAHA. there’s never a bad time with you, and i’m thankful we got to meet this year!

@hoshino-a lena lena! you actually have so much bde that i am in constant awe by you. you are such a baddie & i have this like clear imagine in my head of you with crisp and clean vibes + the skies from your pfp on discord, hehe. i love you and all your brain rots about your exes. at this point, every time i see semi, my first thought is “ah it’s lena’s ex” and whenever i hear some sad song, i would be like “omg it’s lena ab her ex semi eita” LMFAOIOAGJDLA. i love talking to you because your energy is just immaculate + i just love your presence 💖 also please get some sleep because do you even sleep 😭 

@myelocin nic!! you’ve painted my world in so many iridescent shade so life, i can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me. you works are just so beautiful so imagine how much i shrieked when i saw you followed me LMFAOOADIGDALJ i love that your blog is your safe space because it has become a place of comfort for me as well (and i’m going to miss you so much when you leave 😭😭). your makki brain rot is so strong, and sometimes i think about makki and you making dinner and teasing each other and throwing flour at each other or something idk. this is nic’s world now and we are all living in it tbh. 

@tsu-kiss nina!! you are someone i find such comfort in. i’m not really sure if that even makes sense LOL. but your blog and you are a source of comfort for me. in my head, you have such an older sister vibe even though i’m older than you LMAOOADGHDAKJ. i hope life is treating you well because you deserve all the best!! seeing you thrive makes my heart so full 🥺 i love you so much!!

@souheii lisa!! i kid you not, the first time you dropped an ask in my ask box, my heart skipped a beat because you told me you love me and i love you and you are so cute and i cri!!!! i know we don’t talk often, but every time i see you on my dash or in my notifs or when we do talk, it’s like a little shot of serotonin every time :”) thank you for being such a lovely human being mrs. iwaizumi hajime, 27, althetic trainer😭

@ultkags​ cas!! my first child 💖 i know you’re on a hiatus right now because school really, really sucks BUT you are seriously one of my biggest blessings. you are literally my ray of sunshine because every time i talk to you, i gain so much warmth and energy from you. every time i see your edits, it absolutely AMAZES me because i literally don’t know how i am able to see all your edits FOR FREE?? all your thoughts behind the composition and symbolism for each piece is CRAZY. please remember that i’m always your biggest fan + i love you so so much. please take care and remember to drink water and get some rest!! your grandma is always here to send you love + forehead kisses because this grandma can’t bake :(

@u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum​ ree!! hi, i know we’ve only started talking recently but i love how open and warm you are. our love was so strong that even tumblr tried to stop us 😭 conversations with you are always so easy and lovely, and you are just such a cool person!? i love reading all your thoughts (& i can’t wait to dive into your masterlist after school ends because we live for fluffy tsumu content 😭). i’m not sure why you even follow me, but i adore you so much!!

@neonghxst​ el, where do i even begin!! you are such a lovely person, and i literally have no other words to say because you always leave me speechless. your writing is so so gorgeous, and you are so so beautiful. i love reading all your stories because they truly leave an everlasting impact on me, and i love reading your interactions + just seeing you on my dash. you are so thoughtful, and you take care of everyone around you so well. i hope that you are also giving yourself the same treatment because you deserve all the best as well! remember to drink water in between your coffees and get some rest as you go into your final 2 weeks of the semester!! 

@und3lla​ maliha! hi love! i know we haven’t spoken much or in a while, but i really do always think of you randomly. you were one of the first mutuals i made && you are such a sweet soul. i love how every time we talk, it really fills me up with happiness. thank you for just being such a lovely person && you truly are one of the softest people i’ve met. thank you <3

@deadontheinsidebut angel, my dumb ham, my queen, my hoe (heaven on earth), my everything. i know you are also on a semi-hiatus right now because everything that’s going on, but i hope you are properly taking care of yourself >:( i’m always here to remind you to drink some water in between your coffees and teas and to GET SOME REST. you are so so driven, and i really admire how open and friendly you are. you truly are your namesake because you are literally an angel, and i always feel so blessed to be in your presence (even if you bully me sometimes for being a boomer 😔). words can’t describe how much i love you and care about you && i hope that you are able to find what you’re looking for during your break! 💖

@rumprich​ ananya! hello! i am so thankful to see you and all your content on my dash. you have so much creativity, and all your edits are so aesthetically pleasing to look at? like it’s so light + pretty!! i’m so so grateful that we are mutuals somehow because ahhh i really don’t deserve you. you are so adorable, and i truly am blessed to see your presence! 

@yuki-souma​ vee! i know we only started talking very very recently, but you are so much fun to talk to! i love how diverse our conversations are, and i love that we have similar favorites, and even when we don’t, it’s always a fun conversation that i look forward to! i love how open and inviting you are, and i’m really grateful that we are mutuals + i love and appreciate you so so much! 

@owlywrites​ owly! hello! you are seriously one of the most supportive souls i’ve met on this website. your kindness and drive to learn always leaves me speechless because you’re so amazing. thank you for being so kind to me, and i hope you extend that same kindness to yourself! don’t be so hard on yourself and remember to take breaks and take care too. you are such a beautiful soul, and i hope you’ll remember that i’m always here to support you!! 

@graphicstills-in-motion hi arianne! thank you so so much for always being so kind to me. i don’t know what i did in life to deserve you, but i must have done something right to have someone so kind like you in my life! thank you for being such a sweet soul + always boosting everyone around you up. your kindness is definitely contagious! i love seeing your edits and reading our conversations because there are always so many thoughts put in. thank you <3

@applepienation​ justine! thank you so much for always checking in on me whenever i post random shit on my dash. i really do appreciate you and all that you do for not just me, but also for everyone around you. you are such a ray of sunshine, and i’m so thankful that you’re in my life! i know uni is crazy for you right now, but i hope you’re still taking time to take care of yourself! sending you lots of love and positive energy!!

@touyax​ drake! hi love. i absolutely LIVE for your tags LMAOOADJGALD. they are literally my thoughts but you just typed them out HAHAH. i’m so thankful that i get to see your beautiful content on my dash, and i’m always in awe by all your edits! thank you for always being such a fun person + never leaving me feeling like a fool whenever i post ask games LOL. i love and appreciate you so much! 💖

@kagehjna​ ilayda! my kagehina supplier 🥺🥺 i love seeing your presence on my dash because you truly post all the best things! you are such a lovely person + i love reading your tags HAHA. you are truly a joy and we will definitely have matching kagehina icons one day okay 😭😭 12/7 is finally here/coming SO I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!! thank you for always blessing me <3

@sadaharus hi mei! you are literally the definition of softness to me. all your content and edits are just so soft and beautiful, and i love seeing everything you post. you are my main gintama supplier HAHA. i really appreciate how kind you are + how you’re always so sweet to me. 🥺 i know it’s kinda funny how i started following you because of a random ask game, but i’m so so glad i did because i always feel so thankful you’re here! 

@fake-charliebrown charlie! my little sprout babie!! i have so much admiration for you because you have so so much talent! your style is so distinctive, and i love that!! it’s so soft + vibey, and i’m honestly so so amazed by it all. not to mention, you have the best haikyuu thoughts! thank you for sharing all of that with me! i’m thankful for you, thank you <3

@itachihaa​ ay! my froggy princess 🥺 thank you for always being so kind to me + having the patience to deal with how slow i am to responding!! i’m really appreciative of you always because you make/have so much beautiful content and you are so so sweet as well!? and the way you call me miss starlight 🥺 that makes me so soft like!! uuu i love you. 

@stardust-make-a-wish​ star! you are so so adorable!! i LOVE reading your tags because they make me feel so fuzzy and soft but also relatable HAHA. your presence is such a joy + thank you for always interacting with me even though i just spam random stuff LMAO. i love how thoughtful your answers are + how much you love cake/sweets (very suiting because you are so sweet 🥺). thank you for being interested in me even though i am the one asking you questions! 

@karasu-hoes​ daisy! hello! i have so much admiration for you because you have so much creativity and kindness! like your events are so cool and unique + your writing is so beautiful! i love reading your feral thoughts + all your work. i also really love reading your witching hours!!! thank you for blessing me with you 🥺 you are always so kind + i love how much you care about your friends and the people around you. i hope you’re taking care while renewing your teaching certifications! 💖

@frailuta nico! hello love! i know we haven’t really spoken before, but i just want to know i love you so much. you make the most beautiful gifs + i truly am in awe every time you post something. life is tough sometimes, but you are tougher! sending so so much love and positive energy to you + please remember to take care! <3

to all my mutuals and followers: thank you so so much for sticking with me and my mess of a blog. i honestly don’t really contribute much to anything, but i’m so thankful you guys are still here! thank you, thank you, thank you! i love and appreciate all of you guys + my ask box/messages are always open if you want/need someone to talk to 💖 thinking fondly of everyone today + so much love to you guys mwah mwah!

[lankylevi]

Rating: E Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Eren Jaeger Tags: Kinktober 2019, Smut, Top Levi, Bottom Eren Yeager, Halloween Costumes, Werewolves.

Summary: Chapter 1: Overstimulation with Werewolf Levi: Top Levi & Bottom Eren.

Note: It’s officially the 15th here which means this is finally getting posted! Overstimulation is this month’s poll winner and this is also written for @ererismutprompts costume party prompt! (If you want early access to all my works and wanna vote on what I should write next, consider becoming my patreon for only $1! (Link in bio))

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“I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

“Your own idea backfired at you,” Jean snorted as Eren walked out of his room in a full sexy bunny costume. He didn’t even try to keep in his enjoyment and fell into a whole laughing fit while Eren tried to find a coat long enough so people wouldn’t think he was some type of hooker when they’d walk to the costume party.

Eren grumbled, “Since when are you even decent at Overwatch?” They had placed a bet, five games, the loser had to embarrass himself by wearing one of those slutty, pin up bunny costumes with huge ears to Hanji’s costume party on Friday. Meanwhile the other could just go as Batman.

“Since Armin taught me,” Jean said and Eren had to roll his eyes.

Armin, their mutual friend and the one who introduced them to Hanji, had been obviously flirting with Jean. And Jean cockily flirted back, but neither of them had the actual guts to make a move. “Just fucking date already.”

“Wha- me and Armin? You’re joking,” Jean feigned offense and Eren slapped him on his bicep.

“You better make a fucking move tonight or I’m telling.”

“So I take the attention away from your ass cheeks hanging out? Haha- Auw!”

Eren’s palm connected to the back of his roommate’s head as he glared at him. “Let’s just go and get this over with.”

At a quarter past eleven, they arrived at the party and Hanji eagerly opened the door to their apartment. Hanji was a chipper brunet, always acting like they were high on crack and tonight was no different.

“Welcome boys,” they slurred. The roommates already felt the vibrations of the music inside their chests and a wave of alcohol and weed hit them as Hanji leaned against the doorframe. “you’re smoking hot tonight.”

“Eren!” Armin wriggled his way through the dancing crowd, waving his hand enthusiastically, “Oh, and hi, Jean.” Of course, Armin would be dressed as Robin. As if they could be any more obvious.

Jean nodded and Eren waved back in response, shaking his head.

“Hanji, I think Levi needs your help.” Armin nudged their side with his elbow, “He’s about to make two girls cry.”

“Ugh, Leviiii.”

With that, Hanji disappeared back into the crowd and Armin showed them where they could hang their coats.

“Looks like Jean won, huh?” Armin said, trying to keep his snorts and giggles under control as Eren fumbled with the hem of his coat.

“‘S your fault. Look where your stupid crush got me.” Glaring, Eren finally got rid of the article of clothing after taking a long breath. No one would even bat an eye at him right now, he definitely wasn’t the only slutty something at this party. Fishnets also weren’t as comfortable as they looked and he was pretty sure half of the back of his costume had disappeared between his ass cheeks.

Armin chuckled, “Well, you look good. Maybe you’ll also... you know.”

“You can say “get laid” Ar,” Eren huffed, smirking when his best friend’s face got as red as a tomato. “What? You’re saying you’re not going on that horse cock tonight? Hahaha!”

“I swear to God, Eren,” Armin shushed him, “stop calling it a horse cock, I’m not a freak.”

Eren pressed his lips firmly together, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing. “Right.” Armin wasn’t exactly the most vanilla person, he was in fact the reason why Eren had discovered some of his own kinks. Not together, no, no, they’d never. But Ar’s browsing history had revealed some of his own weird fetishes and that was how Eren actually found out there was this thing called ‘knotting’. Very sci-fi but hey, Armin couldn’t kinkshame him when he was into even weirder shit than he was.

All flustered, Armin dragged him through the dancing crowd till they found their usual group of friends. Mikasa was wearing a Marceline of Adventure Time costume while her girlfriend, Annie,  a Princess Bubblegum one; not looking entirely happy about it. It was cute though, cuter than the Batman and Robin Jean and Armin were trying to pull off while still convincing everyone there was nothing going on between them. Did they really think they were all blind?

Mikasa nodded at where Jean and Armin stood and Eren turned his head to see Horseface filling up Ar’s cup. Idiots, he thought before Annie couldn’t suppress the urge to comment on his outfit any longer. “Isn’t it a little too early for Easter?”

“That pink really evens out your bitterness, Annie.”

“Oeh-oh! What a burn.”

“Okay, easy you two,” Mikasa interrupted them for the millionth time. “Eren, go socialize with my cousin, he also lost a bet.”

Eren followed her stare and his eyes landed on a shirtless raven, angrily sipping on his cup. “Don’t mind if I do.” Did he seriously say that out loud?

“Gross,” Annie scrunched up her nose and Mikasa shook her head.

“Please don’t get it on with my cousin, Eren.”

“Why? Is he gay?” Eren looked at her expectantly with a wicked grin. Not caring to wait for her answer, he straightened his back and made sure to sway his hips a little as he strolled towards the shirtless man. Luckily his heels weren’t too high or he would’ve probably made a fool out of himself already. Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.

“Oh, yes, he’s definitely not straight,” he mumbled to himself as he saw the raven’s eyes raking over his body while smirking with a raised brow. This meant he could go for his usual strategy; teasing, teasing and some more teasing.

Instead of walking straight at him, he went for a detour and grabbed himself some punch, making sure to stick out his butt as he filled his red cup with the green, witchy liquid. He looked over his shoulder, sending the raven a flirty grin before he turned on his heels and leaned against the nearest wall. He took small gulps of his drink, which actually wasn’t bad at all, kudos to Hanji taking extra bartending classes.

The raven still hadn’t moved from his spot, so Eren went to phase two. He side-eyed Mikasa’s cousin and while their eyes locked he seductively bit his lip as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks. Fucking finally. The raven walked towards him and while Eren was surprised by his short stature, he sure didn’t mind the perfect set of abs and scowl on his face. Emotional unavailability, count him in.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Eren said while lowering his cup, not hiding the fact that he was eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

Rolling his eyes, the raven pointed at Hanji who was currently doing the limbo. “A werewolf, Hanji’s fault.”

“Where are your tail and ears then…?”

“Levi,” and he shook his head, “I left them at home. Plus, I’m supposed to be Jacob from that Twilight bullshit.”

“Ah, quality literature,” Eren nodded, chuckling under his breath before he took another sip of his drink. “All he did was walk around shirtless anyway and you’re certainly pulling it off.”

Levi scoffed and raised one of his brows, “I would almost think you’re hitting on me…?”

“Eren,” he smiled, “and so what if I am?”

“I’m not complaining,” Levi said and he took the brunet’s drink out of his hand, the brief skin to skin contact making the tips of Eren’s ears burn, and downed it in one go. “So, Eren.”

Clearing his throat, Eren tried to keep his composure as Levi sent him a toothy grin, he was gonna eat him alive wasn’t he? “Hmm?”

“I happen to like bunnies, so how about we go to my place?” The raven said and stretched an arm to touch Eren’s waist, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin. “Only to see my tail and ears of course.”

Gulping, Eren’s mouth went dry and he enthusiastically nodded his head as he felt the heat spread through his body and straight to his crotch. Embarrassing.

Within a matter of minutes, he found himself in the passenger seat of Levi’s car and the raven fastened his seat belt for him, whispering in his ear to behave if he wanted him to be nice. In all honesty, the thought of Levi fucking him roughly stirred him up more, making his cock strain against the confinements of his costume.

“Now be a good little bunny and sit still,” Levi smirked as he hovered over him before dipping down and hungrily clashing their lips together. Pants and moans spilled from the boy’s lips and he rutted his hips against Levi’s hand palming his cock. Eren whined in protest when the raven quickly pulled away before he slid in the driver’s seat. “Better not distract me while driving if you want to come tonight.”

Eren was almost certain he heard Levi purr when he wrung his hands together to keep them occupied and a shot of arousal slid up his spine. He really was gonna have him for dinner and nothing excited the brunet more.

With his legs wrapped around Levi’s waist, Eren didn’t pay any attention to where he actually was when he was slammed against the nearest wall. Levi’s tongue swiped roughly over Eren’s bottom lip and the raven ravished his mouth as he clawed at his clothes.

A surprised gasp spilled past the boy’s lips when Levi ripped his clothes with his nails and left a trail of shreds behind them as he was being carried down the hall to what he presumed was Levi’s bedroom. He was thrown on the bed and within seconds Levi hovered over him and pinned his hands above his head. “Little rabbit fell into my trap.”

Eren never thought he’d be into dirty talk, let alone roleplay, but with the pure animalistic lust Levi was treating him, he couldn’t help but get even more turned on. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me?” Eren bit his lip and Levi’s eyes went from soft grey to vibrant silver at his words.

“Not in the slightest,” Levi sent Eren another toothy grin and a wave of arousal coursed through Eren’s body at the sight. “You have a thing for my teeth?”

Pressing his lips firmly together and keeping himself from making embarrassing noises as he saw Levi swiping his tongue over the sharp edge of his canine, Eren nodded his head and shuddered under his hold.

“You won’t be able to keep quiet once I start having my fun with you, little rabbit,” Levi purred in his ear, rutting his hips so the fabric of his jeans slid roughly over Eren’s pink cock. Leaning down, he bit and sucked on one of Eren’s pierced nipples, rolling the bud between his teeth until the brunet was gasping and thrusting his hips up. “Sensitive? How cute.”

With every action and word Levi gave him, Eren felt his mouth go dryer and dryer and his cock grow impossibly harder. Pearly fluid leaked freely on his stomach, leaving a slick mess all over his chest as Levi hooked his hands under the back of Eren’s knees and pushed forward.

High pitched whimpers and moans spilled past Eren’s lips every time Levi darted out his tongue to lap over his sensitive hole. “L-Levi…” His voice came out shaking and broken as the raven wriggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and started thrusting it ever so slowly. Eren wasn’t going to last long.

As Levi bit into the round globe of Eren’s ass, the boy yelped and quickly succumbed under his touch as Levi slid one finger in slowly. He hummed at the tight heat with a smirk before planting another bitemark on the tanned skin. He added his tongue to the mess, alternating between pushing it deep into his ass as he hooked two fingers to spread his hole, and biting down onto his cheeks, close to breaking the skin.

With an angled thrust of Levi’s fingers, Eren tensed and cried out as thick ropes of come streaked over his red collarbones. His chest heaved, cock twitching as Levi milked his prostate dry and kept going until it left the boy completely shaking and blabbering, “L-Levi, I- I already came.”

“I know,” Levi said flatly, lapping over his hole again and angling his fingers, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Eren’s body until he started begging for him to stop. “Stop? I’m not even nearly done with you.”

Eren’s eyes blew wide at the words, cock growing hard again under the rough treatment of Levi’s tongue swiping over the seam of his balls and dipping into the slit. “I… can’t.”

“You’re a brave little human, you can take it,” Levi smirked as he shoved his nose into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of Eren’s dick, taking in a deep breath. The action left Eren lost for words as the raven continued and unbuttoned his jeans to let his cock spring free.

It was nothing like Eren had ever seen in real life; Levi’s cock was slightly ribbed, thicker at the base and his cockhead had a pinkishly red sheen to it, just like the dildos he had seen on pornhub and both excitement and fear took over his body. He swallowed thickly, not knowing exactly what to say or do as the raven crawled closer and leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss just below his ear, “Never seen a real werewolf? Adorable.”

Eren’s world flipped upside down as he was pushed down onto his stomach, ass sticking up in the air. He immediately moaned at being so deliciously manhandled, previous worries left forgotten as Levi spread his cheeks and poured a decent amount of lube onto the crevice of his ass. He didn’t care at this point, he wanted to get fucked by Levi and his werewolf dick. Would he also have a knot?

With a slap on his ass, Eren yelped and looked back over his shoulder, blush turning crimson as Levi spanked him again. He was really hitting all of his kinks tonight and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stop thinking, brat,” Levi said as his palm connected to Eren’s ass cheek again, leaving a stinging burn in its wake before he slid three lubed up fingers inside the brunet. “I can smell you’re distracted, come back to me. All of you.”

Eren moaned loudly into the pillow as Levi grabbed his hips and buried his entire length inside of him in one smooth motion. The brunet felt every ridge and bump stroking across his walls with bruising force, clamping down on the thick cock. He got a well deserved minute to get used to his length and girth before the werewolf increased his pace slowly.

He felt everything, the claws digging into his hips, Levi’s cock moving in and out of his willing hole, his hot breath against his spine and his own cock roughly rubbing over the covers. Everything was too much and yet he wanted, craved more of Levi. An insatiable hunger he had never experienced before overrode all logical thought and he rocked his hips backward against Levi’s.

The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Levi started moving with bruising force, letting the animal inside of him take over as the little human beneath him moved and moaned so willingly. “Uncover your mouth, let me hear your pretty noises, my brave rabbit.”

Eren titled his head slightly to the side, letting the werewolf’s ears pick up on the soft pants and moans he made as he buried himself deep inside his ass.

“Prepare yourself, boy.” Levi snarled, angling his hips to slam precisely against his prostate, turning Eren into a drooling, blabbering mess as the werewolf fucked him roughly.

Eren whined in overstimulation as his prostate was abused to the point his entire body trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling too good for words. He gasped at the sensation of Levi’s cock growing bigger, stretching his hole wider with each thrust.

With a deep rumble inside his chest, Levi launched forward and bit down on Eren’s nape, drawing blood, as he slammed his cock deep inside Eren. Knot growing to its full size, stretching the human impossibly wide, he came in the boy’s ass, painting his insides with thick ropes of his come.

He felt beyond full, cum and knot filling him up to the brim and when Levi’s teeth sank into his flesh, his second release crashed over him. He came untouched, cock twitching and spurting his come on his stomach and the covers. A sleepy smile spread across his face when Levi held his hips up as his body lost its final strength.

Completely satisfied, Levi planted a kiss on the back of Eren’s neck, whispering sweet praises in his ear as sleep washed over the little human. “My sweet Eren.”

It was dawn when Eren awoke, the sun peeking through the curtains. He was tucked in bed, clean, and with a pair of pajama pants on. The smell of tea and something sweet filling up his nostrils.

It took him a moment to recollect his thoughts, the vivid images of last night flashing before his eyes. As he stood, the heavy pain in his hips along with the purple bruises and red marks all over his body served as another reminder that all of it had been indeed, very real.

With a droopy grin, he got up from the bed and shuffled towards the source of the sweet, hearty smell, finding Levi sitting on one of the chairs in nothing but sweatpants and two sets of pancakes in front of him. Had he cooked breakfast?

Levi’s eyes shot up once Eren peaked his head past the doorframe and he instantly jumped up and wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist. He held him gently, a purr rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled his nose in his human’s neck. “Morning.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden affection, Eren stammered, “Morning.” Levi was so gentle with him, a complete 180 compared to last night, but it honestly felt right? As if their bodies remembered each other from before and were finally reunited. Eren laughed under his breath, how silly of him.

[winetae]

⇾ taste the party (m)

⇁ Jimin x female!reader ft. Jeon

⇁ smut, idol!au, canonverse

⇁ established relationship, jealousy but nothing major, brief talks of body image, orgasm denial as punishment, public play, light humiliation, lowkey hyung kink, nipple play, derogatory language during sex, cum? everywhere?, threesome involving a dom jimin and whiny sub jk :(

⇁ 12.7k 

:: post-bbma. your boyfriend catches you watching that part of their performance. on loop. you should be feeling apologetic but - well. it’s not your fault jungkook has a nice chest. you’re just showing your appreciation as one should ^^

↳ or; jimin doesn’t let your blatant ogling slide, determined to teach you a lesson. and jungkook? he’s just caught in the crossfire. not that he’s complaining.

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A look of deep concentration furrows your brows as the video absorbs all of your attention. You’re so preoccupied by the sight in front of you that you barely hear the sound of a throat being cleared. 

Startled, your phone slips from your hold, only to land on your face with a thud. A groan slips from your lips, your mouth twitching in discomfort as you feel your face throb.

You prod at the sensitive skin near your eye and try to assess the damage, hoping that no bruise will form. The twinge distracts you from noticing the figure standing near the doorway. Slightly disoriented, it takes a moment for you to find your bearings, but the weight of his stare finally reminds you of his presence.

Jimin’s handsome face greets you when you sit up from your lounging position on the couch, his mask pulled down to reveal features free of his usual layer of makeup. He leans against the frame of the door, head tilted to the side as he observes you in silence.

You rub the back of your neck, sheepish. How long has he been standing there? He could have said something sooner instead of staring at you like the second coming of Edward Cullen. Moments like these make it hard to understand him. What exactly is so interesting about watching y— shit.

The three second loop of their recent Billboard Music Award’s performance is still blasting from the device clutched in your hand. Although you scramble to shut it off, you know you’ve given him plenty enough time to recognize the song playing. Not only that, but you’re certain that he can easily identify the exact part you’ve been watching religiously for the past five minutes.

“Back so soon?”

The attempt at small talk is weak at best and you’re foolish if you think it’ll work.

Jimin’s not one to be easily distracted; he squints his eyes, his gaze flitting from your guilty expression to the phone still enclosed in your fist.

“Really?” asks Jimin, unimpressed.

Your cheeks burn. Still - you fight through the embarrassment. “I was just surfing the web, okay? I like to keep up with the current state of affairs.”

He blinks, feigning surprise. “Oh? You must be very interested in the news... When I found you, your nose was pressed up against the screen of your phone.”

“I’m half-blind. My eyes aren’t what they used to be.” You bite the inside of your cheek, refusing to flinch in embarrassment - you still have some pride left, after all.

“____.” The way he utters your name makes you wary. You can’t tell if he’s truly bothered by the turn of events or if he’s fucking with you. “I had time to put the cat food away, go to the bathroom and wash my hands... Are Jungkook’s abs that riveting?”

“No,” you deny at once.

He folds his arms across his chest and narrows his eyes, taking a moment to consider you. When his silence drags on for longer than you’re comfortable with, you begin to squirm like a fish caught in a fisherman’s net. Words spill out of your mouth before you can prevent them for flooding out.

“Okay... Well, I mean, they’re not bad, right? There are worse things to look at,” you allow, begrudgingly, a wince marring your face. It feels like the admittance has taken off five years from your lifespan.

You’ve always teased Jungkook for being such a baby. The gap between his off-stage personality and the charismatic performance has always surprised you... But this? Their most recent stage has thrown you for a loop and you’re still refusing to accept reality, knee-deep in denial.

“But it’s not like I willingly looked for it! It just happened to- they’re everywhere, you know? On Twitter, Tumblr... Even YouTube started recommending me his videos to watch! It was just-” You gesture into the air to further illustrate your point. “There. And I, uh, wanted to know what all the fuss was about. I was looking because... Because I wanted to educate myself. But it didn’t live up the hype at all. No matter how many times I looked, I couldn’t understand what was so great about them...”

Jimin’s expression remains unchanging. He lets you babble, his brown eyes betraying nothing. Your voice eventually dies down to a mumble, unsure if your speech is making matters worse. It’s hard to know with him; most people you know have expressive eyes that reveal their thoughts, but Jimin’s poker face is truly unrivaled. Unless you’ve royally fucked up, you never know how close he is to snapping and taking you over his knee.

And that’s what makes it fun; you like pushing him, if only to elicit a reaction from him. You both enjoy the push and pull. Most of the time you willingly walk into your punishments, or goad him with remarks just to rile him up (“You really think I can feel anything when your hands are that small?”). The payoff is always worth it.

But the thing is —

This time, you hadn’t willingly gone out of your way to provoke him. It had been...an accident, of sorts. You hadn’t meant to stumble across the video in question or watch it for as long as you had. It had just happened.

You want to plead your innocence but judging by Jimin’s expression, any explanation will most likely fall on deaf ears.

How are you supposed to make him understand that the real culprit is Jeon Jungkook and his fucking abs?

A surge of outrage and indignation rises from deep within you. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. How dare he? How is that even allowed? Don’t broadcasting regulations exist to prevent such acts of indecency? And just who the hell does he think he is, pulling his shirt up to the fucking nipple?

Your brows crease as the sinful images flash through your mind once more. When the hell did his stomach get so defined? His penchant for exercise should have clued you in, but you still hadn’t expected them to look like...that. It feels like your entire life has been a lie.

To think that he’s been hiding them all this time... Just what the hell is he?!

You feel another mental breakdown coming, fueled by pictures of his chest you can’t seem to erase no matter how hard you try. They’re ingrained, tattooed to the back of your eyelids. Every damn time you blink, you see the stupid shirt life, the expression painting his fac—

“Are you seriously thinking of him right now?” Jimin cuts in, his accusing tone yanking you out of your reverie.

“No!”

But your denial comes out too forcefully, too quickly. It’s a miracle that you manage not to stammer in your haste to respond.

Jimin quirks up an eyebrow, “...Is that so?”

You can’t tell if he’s playing with you right now, but you quickly nod in affirmation, determined not to waver under his probing stare. Maintaining eye contact is a feat you barely manage, the intensity behind his gaze enough to bring a lesser woman to her knees. It feels like his stare is stripping you down, layer by layer.

Deep down, you know that he can see through your pretenses, just like he always has. He’s always had the ability to make you feel naked, your innermost thoughts on display for him to read like an open book.

That’s why it takes you by surprise when he finally breaks eye contact, unfolding his arms with a noncommittal hum. He spins around on his heels without bothering to take a second look at you.

Instead of the wild couch sex you half anticipated, he announces, “Are you hungry? I stopped by earlier to get the soy sauce we’re running low on. We should start cooking now if we want to eat before it gets too late.”

You blink, confusion keeping you rooted to the spot. A voice in the back of your head whispers that this feels too good to be true... It’s not in his nature to be this forgiving. After all, he’s never let you off the hook this easily before.

Worried that you’ve actually offended or angered him, you follow him to the kitchen, an apology balanced on the tip of your tongue. Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you stand there awkwardly as he takes out various pots and pans from the wooden cabinet and sets them on the counter.

Contrary to your expectations, Jimin seems unruffled. Deceptively composed.

If Jimin notices your uneasy demeanor, he doesn’t comment on it. “Help me chop these up, will you?”

He hands you the green onions and a red bell pepper. Dutifully, you take the ingredients and wash them off under cold running water before placing them down on the cutting board.

When the silence becomes too stifling, you speak up, “When do you have to leave tomorrow?” 

“Four-thirty. Gotta be up early for hair and makeup.” He turns on the stove. Even from where you’re standing, you can see the fatigue radiating off his body. “Sorry... I wish we didn’t have to see each other like this.”

His eyes flit to the clock hanging on the wall. You don’t need to follow his gaze to know that it’s late; several hours have passed since the sun has set, the city now shrouded in darkness. 

“Don’t apologize. It’s a busy time of the year.” You have nothing to complain about. Sure - it would be a welcome surprise if he could spend more time by your side, but you’re content with the way it is now. Maybe that’s why you’ve lasted for so long when so many celebrity relationships deteriorate over time. Only a mutual understanding and a certain amount of trust keeps the relationship working despite all of the hurdles. 

“I wanted to say it.” He says softly as he drizzles olive oil onto the sizzling pan. “I feel like we haven’t spent much time together lately.”

“It’s okay!” You hurry to reassure him, “Actually, it’s strange... Should I be feeling distant because we don’t see each other as often? Maybe it’s because I’ve been watching your interviews and performances. I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything so it doesn’t feel that way at all.”

“I didn’t know you watched our stuff. I’ll have to work harder now that I know you’re watching,” he jokes, sounding half-pleased, half-embarrassed.

The sweet smell of bell peppers permeates the kitchen. Jimin stirs the vegetables together on high heat until they cook through. All the while, he starts to hum along to the tune of Fake Love. The instant he croons the chorus, your shoulders tense up as you become wary once again.

Because he’s been singing it all week, you can’t tell if he’s taunting you right now, reminding you of your earlier fuck up, or just humming it from force of habit. Upon closer observation, the spring in his step, the gleam of mirth reflected in his irises...they all tell you that he’s taking great joy in making you squirm. 

It’s safe to say that you spend the rest of the night on edge. A smirk stays permanently etched on your boyfriend’s face. Various scenarios flash through your mind, each one filling you up with an equal mix of dread and anticipation.

Yet Jimin does the opposite of what you expect—he doesn’t pounce on you the moment dinner is over, doesn’t even acknowledge the sheer babydoll you slip on before heading to bed. 

What he does is press his lips against the crown of your head, his soft voice wishing you a good night’s sleep. The chaste kiss stuns you into silence. Jimin proceeds to turn off the lights, darkness eclipsing the rising suspicion etched on your face. 

This is...very...strange.

You’re on high-alert, muscles refusing to relax. You toss and turn for a while, unable to find sleep. It must be a trap, you think to yourself as you stare blankly at the ceiling, the sound of Jimin’s steady breathing eventually putting you to sleep.

When days pass without further mention of the incident, you start to forget about it altogether. Maybe it’s better off that way. You don’t like thinking about it, either. 

Slowly but surely, you find yourself relaxing, his attitude lulling you into a false sense of security.

You should have known better.

In retrospect, you’d been foolish to believe your boyfriend would let this matter go without a fuss; it wasn’t in his nature to be anything but petty. If you had remembered this crucial fact, then maybe he wouldn’t have successfully fooled you into letting your guard down.

You start to realize your mistake when five days go by without a good dicking down. Five. Which is not a rare occurrence when they’re promoting, but - something about it feels off.

At the end of each night, his lips work insistently against yours, his hands mapping out the expanse of your body, squeezing and stroking your erogenous zones, before pulling off abruptly, leaving you a panting mess.

It tastes like betrayal—after all, there is nothing crueler than cutting you off right before the main course. His excuses never vary, claiming sudden fatigue, and you’d have no trouble believing him under normal circumstances, but the glint in his eyes you spot every damn time tells you of a different story.

It’s now been a little over two weeks and you think you’re going to die a horny bitch. You’d tried rubbing one out on your own, but each attempt had only heightened your arousal, providing no real relief. It was like scratching a mosquito bite, only aggravating the problem instead of making it disappear. Why would you settle when you know you could get a grade A orgasm from your boyfriend instead?

Too bad you’re above begging. Your pride is the only thing keeping you from getting on your knees and asking him to fuck your face into next Friday. As the days slowly blur into two weeks, your resolve starts to crumble. Behind the facade you try to put up, you feel your edges start to fray.

How he expects you to hold on for much longer is beyond you. You refuse to believe he’s as unaffected as he pretends to be. Was going to bed with blue balls every night really worth teaching you a lesson?! Apparently, yes.

But the longer your dry spell perdures, the more drastic your thoughts become. You have half a mind to handcuff him to the bedposts and just ride his face until you’re satisfied, but luckily (or unluckily) Jimin switches strategies. Which is fine with you—anything is better than this. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. You don’t expect Jimin to prove you wrong.

.

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"Good job, Kookie," their instructor praises as the last notes of the song fade into silence. "Everyone did well. Keep it up, you’ve worked hard."

Jungkook dips his head down, the corner of his lips curving into a shy smile. Next to him, Yoongi collapses into a heap on the floor, done for the day. His chest rises and falls quickly, still struggling to catch his breath. Not that the other members are faring much better.

Even at full blast, the air conditioning isn't enough to cool them down. Jimin feels sticky all over, his damp clothes clinging to his form like second skin.

Jimin blots his face with a towel, his trembling fingers uncapping his water bottle. The slide of the cold liquid down his throat is as welcome as a desert oasis. He greedily gulps it down, the insides of his mouth rough like sandpaper.

He feels like he’s going to burst into flames, his body temperature refusing to cool down even as he presses an ice pack against his forehead. Sweat trickles down his nape, adding on to the layer of perspiration that covers his back. He’s bone-tired, all of his energy drained. His legs shake from the grueling practice, threatening to give out without warning. The only thing keeping him from face-planting onto the floor is the thought of a nice, steaming shower, and the comfort of a delicious dinner waiting for him at home.

Pushing his matted fringe out his face, he casts a glance over to their youngest member who is equally drenched in sweat, face flushed pink from exertion.

Annoyance prickles his skin at the sight, the feeling having become, against his will, all too familiar. He’s tried to fight it, to push it aside and ignore it completely. But just because he pretends it’s not there doesn’t mean it isn’t. 

It only makes him feel worse - knowing that he shouldn’t be feeling this way, but feeling it anyway.

He heaves a deep sigh, knowing full well that Jungkook’s not the one to blame. It's his own fault for not working harder. How can he be praised if he’s not deserving of it? 

Jimin knows his thoughts are irrational. Because really - he's genuinely proud of Jungkook. He's witnessed first hand how much work and soul the youngest has poured into this comeback, knows how much sweat and effort he put into perfecting every move until it became ingrained to his very core. 

He stares down at his calloused palms, lost in thought. 

“See you tomorrow, hyung.” Jungkook smiles his way, a slight sheen covering his face. “Say hi to noona for me.” 

Jimin blinks, the mention of you snapping him to attention. His eyes narrow imperceptibly, suddenly remembering the other problem he’s yet to resolve. He huffs, the feelings of frustration culminating inside of him. “Right, I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safely.”

There’s a slight edge that colors his tone, not usually present. Jungkook must be too exhausted to take notice of it though, attention already wavering to the phone in his hand.

Maybe it’s the stress of the comeback weighing down on him. Jimin’s not normally this worked up, this aggravated. Even the little things have started to annoy him - the shrill sound of his alarm, the slow tick of the clock as he waits for his ramen to heat up, Jin hyung’s incessant nagging. Things that he’s usually indifferent to, things that he sometimes finds amusing... He doesn’t know when they all started rubbing him the wrong way. 

He wonders why he’s let it drag on this long, knows it’s not healthy. Keeping it to himself has only made it worse. All of his insecurities have continued to stack themselves up on each other, one by one, and now everything that he’s stockpiled inside of him threatens to topple over.

Jimin should talk about it to someone, let it all out once and for all. Communication is key for a healthy relationship, he’s been told. He’s aware he’ll have to bring it up eventually... But he’s been delaying the inevitable, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room. 

Because it scares him. Putting his feelings, his fears, and his desires out there for someone to see, to judge. That’s not to say that he doesn’t trust you; of course he does. But it’s scary. It’s hard to confess his weaknesses to someone when he’s tried so long to keep up a flawless public facade. 

He knows it’s not healthy to keep his emotions bottled in. He knows if he lets them, he’ll end up erupting like a volcano after years of being dormant. 

These thoughts keep him alert on his way home, even though his body wants nothing more than to crash into a deep slumber. He stays uncharacteristically quiet, silently working up his courage to talk about what’s on his mind. 

However, it’s hard to find the right timing. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. 

Jimin occupies his mouth with spoonfuls of soup, knowing that once his dinner is over he’ll have no more excuses to hide behind. You fill him in about your day, informing him of all the horrid things your coworkers had said. 

“... And it’s just so fucking sickening. They refuse to admit what they did was wrong. It’s mind-boggling, I really can’t believe I’m living in the 21st century when shit like this keeps happening.” You take a big gulp of water to calm yourself down. Jimin looks over at you in concern, knowing that your fury is genuine. “Of course they’ll agree that what happened to Minju was disgusting, but how are they any better? Why would they search the video up in the first place?”

“Yeah, there’s no way they didn’t know what they were doing. Did they catch whoever uploaded the video?” 

You nod, mouth downturned into a frown. “But I don’t know how it’ll go... This is the third incident that happened in our company since September... The first one got pronounced innocent because of lack of evidence...” You trail off, outrage bubbling inside of you. “I wish the government would put in place stricter sanctions, at least to scare them off. I feel so frustrated I can’t breathe. Of course I feel angry, of course I do, but - I can only defend her so much without getting called in by the higher-ups. And I feel like... I keep blaming our individualistic and patriarchal society instead of actively trying to change it. Even if I get fired from my job, it doesn’t get rid of the problem.”

He grows quiet, your words resonating with him. Although the two cases weren’t the same in essence, Jimin could relate all too well to your feelings of frustration and helplessness. 

“Sorry,” you quiet down. “I know this is a lot.”

“No, it’s okay. I want you to tell me about whatever’s troubling you,” he soothes, even as his mind screams back that he’s acting like a hypocrite. 

“I feel a bit better, talking to you.” You offer a small smile. “I still haven’t figured out what to do at work but talking about it has helped a bit. It’s not a mess in my head anymore.”

“I’m glad.” And he is. 

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Looking back, he knows that it’s that conversation that ends up motivating him into confessing. It doesn’t happen right away; he works up to it, little by little. 

It registers, somewhere in the back of his mind, that this is the 13th night since The Incident. He rolls over on his side, his cheek pressed up against the silky blue pillowcase. 

Instantly, he can tell that you’re sulking right now. It’s become somewhat of a routine - he’ll get your body worked up and then cut it off before he gives in to temptation, and then you’ll sulk for a bit, still painfully aroused.

Jimin has always been aware where his strengths lie. And, not to sound full of himself, but he really does look cute and innocent like this, his squished cheek forcing a pout to sit on his lips - a 10/10 puppy dog face. It doesn’t have the same effect on you as it did when you first started dating, since you now know from first hand experience not to trust his misleading angelic looks... But he still hopes that this will soften you up some.

He repeats your name a few times, pulling your attention away from the book perched in your lap. When you raise an eyebrow in question, he freezes, unsure of how to get his thoughts out coherently. How did it come so easily to some people? He attempts a casual approach, “What’s so special about Jungkook’s abs, anyway?”

“I knew it!” You round on him, book forgotten already. 

“Just answer the question,” he juts out his bottom lip, accentuating the pout he sports.

You finally decide to humor him, your index finger tracing the spine of your bedside reading as you mull over the question. “Maybe it’s the surprise factor? Jungkook’s such a sweet, shy boy... I don’t think anyone expected him to rip off a few buttons on live television.”

“It’s a shirt lift,” corrects Jimin, his lips twitching before he can stop them. “That barely lasts a second.”

“I think that’s why people feel the need to rewatch it several times to make sure they aren’t seeing things.”

He sighs, rubbing a tired eye with he back of his hand. Honestly speaking, he doesn’t care that you watched Jungkook’s fancam. He gets it. Jungkook’s hot. What doesn’t sit well with him is the lack of attention he’s been getting in comparison. Even the comments left under their videos are mostly about Jungkook’s abs, and he can’t help but feel annoyed. He has abs, too. Do people only start to care when they flash a bit of skin? 

“Hey. What’s wrong?” You must’ve noticed the tick in his jaw. 

He supposes it’s now or never. If he doesn’t get this off his chest now, then he never will.

“I’ve just... Been frustrated recently.” 

There’s a short silence as he gathers his thoughts. 

“Did I do something?” you ask, hesitant.

“No, not really.” Jimin shakes his head, reaching out for your hand. The warmth from your palm grounds him, helps him think. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs up with courage. 

“I’m just... Are abs all there are to a person? Why do I feel like people only care about me when I’m stripping off my clothes?”

“Hey.” Your voice is unexpectedly firm, catching his attention. “You’re worth more than that. I’m sorry if I contributed in making you feel that way...”

“It’s not you,” he reiterates. “I’m... I feel like I don’t stand out enough this time and it’s... hard.” Lacking the right words, he finishes lamely, not knowing how to put his insecurities into words.

The reason he’d  been avoiding bringing up the subject of you watching Jungkook’s fancam was because he’d hope to avoid this feeling - of being bare in front of you, without an armor to take refuge in. 

Somehow you seem to understand. Your hand squeezes his, encasing his in a comforting warmth. He swallows thickly, not knowing why he hadn’t tried confiding in you earlier. 

He remembers your words, how you’d said that talking about your frustrations had made it easier to clear things up in your head. Talking about it won’t miraculously erase his problems, but he can already feel a slight weight lifted from his shoulders. 

“I feel bad... I’ve been so terse with Jungkook lately... I don’t know how to make it up to him for acting like such... a...” He trails off, eyes finding your inquisitive ones as a plan starts to formulate in his mind.

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.

Hindsight truly is 20/20, you think with regret as you feel his gaze boring into you from behind.

“Noona,” Jungkook greets, the corner of his lips stretching to reveal his toothy grin.

“Hi.” Normally, you’d be more enthusiastic, easily engaging in conversation with him, but the stupid video playing incessantly through your mind at the moment reduces you to silence.

Unwittingly, your gaze drops to his stomach. It’s...instinctive. And you feel like the world’s biggest perv. You’re embarrassed for picturing the set of abs you know he has packed under the thin white shirt, so you duck your head and scroll through your phone aimlessly in an attempt to appear busy - anything to get your mind off them and the pain they had caused you.

The exchange and your subsequent reaction doesn’t go unnoticed.

Next to you, Jimin clears his throat and nudges you with his elbow, “I need to talk to you real quick.”

He stands up from his position on the couch and you move to follow him, doing your best to avoid Jungkook’s inquisitive stare.

“We’ll be back soon, alright? Don’t let the other hyungs worry.”

From the corner of your eyes, you catch Jungkook nodding in response, curiosity painted on his face.

Your boyfriend sets his hand on the small of your back, the movement drawing the younger’s scrutiny onto you. You stiffen, hyper-aware of his gaze roaming your profile. Almost imperceptibly, Jimin’s hand curls around your waist, drawing you closer to his side. It shifts your attention back to him.

His face is an impassive mask, the darkness in his eyes the only warning for what's in store. All of your instincts tell you that Jimin’s about to put an end to this ridiculous self-imposed sex ban. It kindles a sense of excitement in your lower belly. The newfound energy makes you eager to find out what he’s planning.

It’s a short wait. He leads you straight into a conveniently unoccupied room. It’s filled with rows of stage costumes all hung up neatly on racks, the clothes carefully organized by performance and member. Not the most fancy or romantic of settings for sex but you’ll take what you can get at this point.

With a click, the door shuts behind him.

Immediately your eyes zero in on the plumpness of his mouth, his lips colored pink. You know the hair and makeup unnies will scold you later for ruining his makeup, but you lean in to press an urgent kiss against them anyway.

Satisfaction wraps itself around your spine when Jimin doesn’t try to dodge your attempts at deepening the kiss. His hand comes up to caress your jaw, his thin fingers tracing the lines of your face. You’ve missed this - the heat curling in your stomach, the slide of his tongue against yours. When he finally pulls back, his blown pupils reveal that he’s equally affected as you.

Jimin’s thumb lingers on the curvature of your lips, before trailing down the column of your throat. Even a simple touch like this makes you ache. It’s really been too long since you’ve shared an intimate moment with him; anything he does is sufficient to get you hot and bothered.

Dark eyes stare down at you, silent in their assessment.

“I’ve decided on your punishment.” His voice sounds louder in the quiet of the room despite speaking softly.

You gape at him as your mind whirs to process his words. “I thought...? Wasn’t... What do you call the last two weeks you put me through then?

“Oh no,” he shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “The real fun starts now.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you growl out, “Fun? What part of this was fun? You basically locked me up in a nunnery and left me to fend for myself.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll like this part better. Off,” he motions for you to remove your shirt.

Maybe the lack of orgasms had messed with your head, because you find yourself disposing of the garment in five seconds flat. The comfortable cotton bra is removed soon after, no prompting needed. Had you any shame left, you might have dialed back the eagerness a little but you’re in no state of mind to feel ashamed. Hell, even a week ago you would have made Jimin suck his own dick for putting you through this shit.

But sacrifices have to be made for the greater good, you reason. Shame? The word no longer belongs in your vocabulary.  

“Good girl,” he allows a smile to tug at his lips, his eyes drinking in the sight of you topless.

The surface of your skin breaks out in goosebumps when he drags the pads of his fingertips back and forth across your collarbones. He repeats the movement a few times, enjoying the constant fidgeting that his touch provokes. Whether it’s because of the air conditioning that filters through the room or because of the arousal that begins to simmer in the pit of your belly, your nipples stiffen to peaks, aching for attention.

Impatient, you grab Jimin’s wandering hand and place it over your chest, right where you need it. His smirk only deepens at your show of desperation, but you’re too focused on your task to care.

“Slow down,” he chuckles, eyes crinkling in amusement. It’s infuriating - how he does nothing else but cup your left breast in his palm.

“Jimin,” you hiss between your teeth. “Foreplay was over a week ago. I swear to God, if you don’t get on with- ow!”

Your speech is rudely interrupted when Jimin pinches your nipple between his index and thumb. Hard. The sting of pleasure travels down your spine, wiping you clean of thought. It soon proves to be difficult to stay composed; you have to bite your lip to keep your expression in check. Jimin doesn’t need to know how much he affects you. His smug demeanor is already insufferable as it is.

“And whose fault is that, hm? Why do you think I cut you off?” He prods, gaze locked onto yours. All the while, his thumb circles over your sensitive nipple, coaxing your pleasure to the surface. Your breasts are naturally sensitive, more so than others, which is both a blessing and a curse.

Right now, you’re leaning towards the latter, hating how easy it is for Jimin to manipulate your body to his whims. A few flicks of his fingers and you turn into a pile of mush, tongue heavy and hard to move.

“Because it’s hard to keep up with my sex drive?”

He twists the bud, drawing a yelp from your bratty mouth. “Wrong answer.”

The tension hanging in the air becomes heavy as the seconds of silence stretch on. Knowing that this a battle of the mind, you refuse to give in now. You just need to hold on a little longer...

When it becomes apparent that you won’t cooperate, refusing to play by his rules, he narrows his eyes in warning. You stare back, unwavering, the seam of your mouth tightly sewn together.

But just because you’re determined, doesn’t mean the wait isn’t torturous. It’s agonizing - knowing that you could be putting his mouth to good use instead of sitting still. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, so close yet too far away to provide any relief. It takes a monumental effort not to reach out and pull him against you. The darkness of his irises seem to translate similar thoughts; they rake over your frame, lingering on your lips, collarbones and chest. It’s almost like you can feel the phantom touch of his hands as they smooth over every dip and curve of your body.

When your eyes meet, it’s like you’ve both reached a silent agreement.

The next moment is a blur, one that’s hard to make sense of - one second you’re both staring each other down, the next your mouths are interlaced in a heated embrace.

In one smooth movement, he wraps his arms around your middle and hoists you up onto the vanity table. Back now pressed up against the mirror, you let your legs fall open so that Jimin can settle between them. It’s messy - your teeth bump into each other - but you can’t find it in yourself to care about the slight discomfort, not when Jimin’s finally giving you what you’ve been yearning for.

After two weeks of unsatisfying endings, this almost feels too good to be true. It seems like every man has his own limits, after all. Jimin’s no monk by any means... You’re surprised that he’s made it this far without his resolve cracking. Considering what a horndog he usually is, what he managed to accomplish is impressive in itself. You’d give him a congratulatory blowjob if he let you near his dick.

Unfortunately, judging by the pace he’s taking this, you don’t think that will be any time soon.

For someone who is under time constraints, Jimin sure is taking his sweet time, you groan internally.

There’s nothing hurried about his movements. He works his way down your body, peppering a trail of hot-mouthed kisses across the expanse of your neck and collarbones. He’s nothing but meticulous, ignoring your soft pleas to hurry the fuck up. Mark after mark, his tongue soothes away the sting of pain his teeth leave behind. Your features twist into a wince when he gives a particularly painful nip near your collar and you’re certain that the indentation of his bite will remain long after this is over, proof of your tryst.

Your veins feel like they’re on fire. Liquid heat travels throughout your body, from the top of your scalp to the tips of your toes, melting you from the inside out until nothing matters but the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through your veins.

He pulls your hips forward so that they’re flush against his. One of his hands pushes your shoulder back until you’re propped up against the mirror, while the other settles by your hip to keep you in place. The position is awkward and puts a slight strain on your muscles - you have to crane your neck to in order to get a proper of view of what he’s doing.

Never once breaking eye contact, he dives in, his mouth latching onto the sensitive nub of your right breast. Your back arches, chasing the delicious heat that his mouth provides.

Jimin’s plush lips are a force to be reckoned with. He’s absolutely relentless, his brows drawn together in determination as he makes sure to give both of your breasts equal attention. There’s a hidden purpose behind each ministration - every graze of his teeth against your skin makes you cry out, each teasing flick of his tongue makes you squirm in place. A litany of moans escape your parted mouth; the cries of pleasure steadily crescendo as the scorching fire within you nears fever pitch.

Seemingly satisfied, he finally pulls back, a grin of triumph etched onto his features. He looks down to examine the result of his hard work, prompting you to do the same.

Your breasts feel heavy and swollen, like they do before your time of the month rolls around. Even the lightest brush of his index finger against their tip causes your body to jerk back as if struck by an electric current. Jimin takes note of your reactions, cataloging every shift of expression.

“Sweetheart,” he hums out after digging his thumbnail into your areola. You shudder. “This feel good?”

You nod, not fully registering the question, too distracted by the deluge of sensations wracking your frame with every pluck and pull of his fingers.

“Knowing how much you like being played with, I bet you’ve already soaked through your panties, hm?” The lilt in his voice is teasing as he squeezes your skin, the drag of his fingernails enough to make shivers run down your spine. “Takes so little to get you going on, it’s cute.”

“Maybe. Wanna find out?” You shift your hips up against his, silently relishing the friction his denim jeans provide. If you cant your hips a certain way, you can feel the zipper dig into the crotch of your underwear, right by your clit. He lets you have your way, his dark eyes flaring in intensity as you fill up the silence of the room with breathy moans, your needy center rocking against his like a horny teenager ready to bust a nut. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’ve become too spoiled for you own good.” Jimin draws back before you have time to hook your ankles around his waist to keep him in place. The loss of contact is immediately felt, your body unbearably cold, the space between your thighs throbbing. You have to physically bite down a whine of protest, already close to losing your mind.

Snapping your legs closed, you try to douse the fire that’s burning up your insides. Your subtle attempt at gaining some much needed friction doesn’t go unnoticed.  

“You’d do anything for cock right now.” He states, amusement dancing across his face at your obvious desperation. You fight back a sneer, pointedly eyeing the bulge tenting his jeans. As if he’s faring much better... If he expects you to acquiesce his ridiculous claims, he’s got another thing coming... 

When you stay silent, lips stubbornly pursed into a pout, he cocks his head to the side. “No? That’s okay, it’s probably a good idea to head on back now. We’ve been gone for a while...” Ignoring the look of betrayal that crosses your face, he continues, “I did say we’d be quick, didn’t I? Poor Jungkookie might be worried about us. You know how he is...”

No, I don’t know, you want to growl back. But the 180 shift in his demeanor has rendered you completely speechless. Even as he bends down to retrieve your discarded clothes from the ground, you stay silent, mouth refusing to work properly.

“Here you go,” he hands you back your shirt. Your eyes narrow in suspicion, refusing to trust the good Samaritan act. You’d been fooled too many times now to fall for his tricks.

Sure enough, his sweet smile turns devious. He holds up your undergarment, conveniently keeping it out of arm’s reach. “I’ll be keeping this, though.”

“What do you mean ‘keeping it’?! I can’t go out like this when my nips are hard enough to poke someone’s eye out!”

You cross your arms over chest. There’s no way that you wont attract the stares of passersby in this current state. Might as well wear a shirt with big, flashy arrows pointing to your tits - the effect would be the same. 

“You can have my jacket.” He shrugs the denim piece off his shoulders, revealing a simple red blouse worth more than the average man’s weekly salary.

Lost in contemplation, you try to weigh the pros and cons of the offer as you examine the over-sized denim jacket. Once buttoned, it’s large enough to cover everything from your waist to your neck. There’s no way anyone will suspect your lack of bra if you’re careful.  

The more you ponder, the more the idea of forgoing a bra appeals to you. Why would you wear a bra when you could go without? You’re not the biggest fan of the constricting material, and slipping it back over your sensitive breasts might even be painful.

Deep down, you know you’re trying to justify your recklessness by any means possible. It’s so easy for rumors to start up and get out of control - you’re both well aware of that fact. And yet - you keep raising the stakes; stealing kisses when you think no one is looking, borrowing his clothes to wear in public, even going as far as to give him the suck in some random bathroom before an interview.

You finally reach a decision, your hand reaching out to take the offered cover-up in lieu of a verbal response.

Before passing you the jacket, Jimin pauses, a serious glint in his eyes.

“We don’t have to do this.” He makes sure to maintain eye contact, trying to convey his honesty. All usual traces of playfulness are gone as he searches your gaze for the slightest sign of discomfort or uncertainty. “You shouldn’t do this if you’re not sure about it. I won’t be disappointed or anything.”

“I know we don’t.” Your eyes soften along with your heart. It’s just like him to verify how you feel about the situation. 

In all the time you’ve dated him, Jimin has never pressured you to do anything you weren’t entirely on-board with. Granted, you’ve rarely backed down from a challenge, but that’s more so because you have a devil-may-care attitude that everyone, your parents included, assumed you’d grow out of when you became an adult. 

The truth is most of the time you’re the one dragging Jimin along for the ride. If management knew the shenanigans you and Jimin had partaken in, they’d probably ban you from seeing him, let alone set foot in their agency. 

You grab the jacket from his hold, confidence oozing from your tone, “I’m game! I want this.”

He steps back to let you put your clothes back on. As you squeeze your tight-fitting shirt over your head, you let out a hiss of discomfort, the fabric rubbing against your perky nipples, irritating the sensitive skin further. It’s hard to ignore how aroused you still are, but by some miracle you manage. 

Jimin’s jacket slides over your frame, effectively hiding your lack of bra. You triple-check just to make sure, spinning around so that Jimin can examine you from all angles. 

“It looks fine to me.” Excitement glimmers in his irises, the thought of you being this naughty getting him aroused beyond belief. “Fuck, this is hot.”

“Really? This is getting you off?” You can’t stop your snicker. “You like knowing I’m walking around without a bra under these clothes? Should I slip off my panties for you too?”

“Shit.” His pupils dilate at your words, growing impossibly dark. 

“I really don’t think that it’s a good idea though...” You pucker your lips into a pout, feigning regret. “How will I stop myself from dripping down my legs without them on? My skirt’s so short... I don’t want anyone else knowing I’m this wet for you.”

Jimin mutters a curse under his breath and you struggle to stifle a snort. And he has the nerve to call you easy... If you had known he would be this malleable, you would have seduced your way into his pants a long time ago. 

“Let’s just go.” He grumbles, adjusting his jeans so that his bulge doesn’t stand out as much.

There’s a rush of adrenaline that courses through you. Every time a staff member greets you, it makes your breath hitch. You wonder what they’d think, what they’d do, if they found out that you were parading around, your nipples stiff as rocks under your shirt. You can imagine the expressions of shock, maybe even of horror, cross their face. 

It’s an irrational fear - you know no one knows what you’ve been up to. The walk back to the waiting room had been mostly uneventful, most people not sparing you a second glance.

Darting your eyes around the nearly empty room, you roll your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. 

In the far right corner, Namjoon is sitting with his feet up, laptop balanced on his knees. He hasn’t looked up once since you’d returned, his attention fixated on the screen in front of him, the headphones over his ears blocking out any distractions. The other member occupying the room happens to be Jungkook. He seems harmless enough - not having spared the two of you more than a handful of glances, too busy playing the latest addicting mobile game.

You settle onto the couch and glue yourself to Jimin’s side, using him as a human shield, one that’s capable of erasing your presence from the room. He laughs softly, breath tickling your face, his arm coming around to wrap itself around you. The familiar scent of Jimin’s cologne envelops you while the warmth of his body cocoons you in a protective blanket. The adrenaline rush from earlier seems to have made you drowsy; your racing heartbeat gradually slows down as your eyelids become heavy with sleep.

Jimin threads his fingers through your hair, knowing that you like the soothing feeling of someone petting your head. Even though it makes you feel like an overgrown cat, nothing else can make your body this pliant, this relaxed. 

You’re broken out of your reverie by the sound of metal chair legs scraping the floor. Namjoon rises to his feet and stretches his long limbs, joints cracking in the process. Distantly, he mumbles something about getting ramen, his voice strangely muffled and distorted by the sleepy haze that’s fallen over you. He sounds miles away already, his voice drifting right on over you. 

“I’m a bit cold.” Jimin leans down to mumble the words into the shell of your ear. “I think I’d like my jacket back.”

Your breath hitches at the suggestion.

“Hm? What d’you think?”

“But-” Your eyes flit over to Jungkook’s hunched figure. He is absorbed in his game now but who’s to say he won’t look your way?

Despite all rational thought, you slowly unbutton the outer garment, feeling a sick sense of excitement stir up in your gut as the jacket falls open one button at a time. Jimin’s expectant stare weighs down on you - even without looking, you can tell he’s scrutinizing your every move. Knowing that he’s complicit in your scandalous behavior only excites you further. You become bolder - your fingers working faster, no longer hesitant. 

As the denim slides off your shoulders to pool around your waist, you immediately become aware of two things.

One - the inside of your panties feel uncomfortable damp. There’s probably a dark spot staining the fabric by now, drenched in your arousal. You’re certain that if Jimin flips your skirt up now he’ll be able to see the mess you’ve made - how the cotton sticks to your folds, completely molded to your lower lips. 

And two - your plain cotton shirt leaves little to the imagination. The fabric surrounding your nipples is slightly damp from Jimin’s earlier ministrations, making the pebbled tips all the more prominent. Anyone with a working eye can clearly see the pigmented skin under the cotton material.

Jimin reaches a curious hand out, his fingers carefully brushing up against the stark evidence of your arousal. Your breathing stutters when he starts to play with them. Air gets sucked straight out of your lungs as you struggle to keep your reactions to a minimum, not daring to draw attention to the lewd sight you two must make.

There’s something arousing about the situation - Jimin’s casualness, the complete and utter lack of fucks given. He’s playing with your tits out in the open, for anyone to walk in on. For a split second, you wonder how far he’ll take this.

“H-hyung?”

Your neck snaps up, taken off-guard. Somehow, stupidly, you had forgotten about Jungkook’s existence entirely. Jimin’s hands fall from your chest, but the damage is done.

Your nips are now perkier than ever, almost threatening to poke their way through the thin shirt. You’re hoping that Jungkook will pretend to not have seen anything, or - better yet - fail to notice how swollen your nipples have become because of Jimin’s agile hands. It’s a futile thought.

“Uhh...” Jungkook visibly flounders. You can see the struggle written all over his face, how he’s doing his best to politely avert his gaze from your chest. Under any other circumstance, you’d find his wide-eyed reaction comical. But in the moment, all you want to do is shrink in on yourself and erase your presence from the scene of the crime. “N-nevermind. I’ll just, uh, go find Yoongi hyung.”

He carefully retreats, bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth. 

“Jungkook,” Jimin calls out, firmly. You can see the immediate effect of his voice, how it roots Jungkook to his spot as if invisible strings prevented him from fleeing. Jungkook goes rigid, the muscles in his neck tensing up as he gulps harshly, mouth suddenly dry. 

“Y-yes?” 

“____ here wanted to have a word with you.” Your eyes nearly bug out at the mention of your name. “She has a little something to confess.”

Jungkook fakes a cough, stalling. “Ah...is that right?” He still refuses to look in your direction, the tips of his ears tinged pink.

“Go on, sweetheart.” He turns to look at Jungkook, eyes crinkling into a smile. “She’s a big fan of yours. Why don’t you tell Kookie what your favorite video is of these days?”

You aim a glare at Jimin, wishing for nothing more than to obliterate the ugly smug look from his face. When will he let that video go? You’ve always known he was petty and one to hold onto grudges... But even this is becoming tiresome. You know that if you refuse to acknowledge it now, he’ll hold this over you until the day you wither away. 

“Fine! I watched the video of Jungkook flashing his tits. Maybe more than once.” You roll your eyes, your shoulders raising into a shrug. Jimin’s silent snicker tells you that your attempt at a nonchalant behavior had failed to convince them. Your face burns in equal parts embarrassment and arousal. 

Jungkook splutters, taken aback by your brazenness. Hues of pink and red bloom across the surface of his cheeks.

Jimin huffs a laugh, “She finds you attractive.” 

“Ah, uh. Thanks?” He squeaks, not knowing if this is some kind of prank or not. 

“What about you? Do you find her pretty?” Now that the question’s been asked, you can’t help but feel curious. What does he think about you? You’ve never asked yourself this question before but now your interest has been piqued.

Poor Jungkook looks like his ears are going to fall off. They’re burning red. “Um.”

“I’ve seen you look at her before, it’s okay. Just tell her how you feel.” His voice turns syrupy sweet, trying to coax a response from Jungkook.

This is news to you. Your brows raise in surprise, eyes darting from Jungkook to Jimin and back again. The former shifts his weight from one foot to the other, looking like a cornered rabbit about to get caught. 

“She’s pretty,” he finally peeps, daring a glance at you. Your breasts are like magnets, attracting his curious gaze. He diverts his stare almost right away, but his interest doesn’t go unnoticed. 

Jimin also takes note of the exchange, a smirk settling onto his features as his mind whirs with endless possibilities.

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.

“... You sure about this?” 

“Weren’t you the one that suggested this in the first place?”

“I’m just making sure!” 

“Yes, I’m sure.” You repeat with an eye roll.  

“Let’s get you nice and ready.” Jimin throws his phone aside, focusing his attention onto you. He lands a smack on your upper thighs, so quick it barely has time to register. “He says he’ll be here in ten minutes so we have some time.”

The fleeting spark of pleasure pushes you into action, your body moving into a comfortable position on the mattress even as you grumble under your breath. “Can you not talk about me like a turkey you’re about to stuff before roasting in the oven.” 

“Well... You might not be a turkey, but you are about to get stuffed with cock.” He breaks out into laughter at his own joke, either from amusement or embarrassment. 

You politely choose to ignore his comment. Sometimes you like to pretend like your boyfriend’s sense of humor doesn’t suck ass. It’s hard - especially ever since Jin’s jokes have started rubbing off on him after hanging out with him more often. 

“Okay, I’ll stop,” he finally relents. 

“If you say something like that while you’re fucking me, I swear on my grandmother’s grave—”

“Hey, don’t swear on your—”

“—that I’ll revoke your pussy privileges for a month. Don’t think I’m joking! The last time you pulled that shit I thought my vagina shriveled—”

“I said I’ll stop!” Jimin whines, promptly cutting you off. “I won’t do it.”

“Good.” You peck his lips, mouth stretching into a smile. “I don’t want you setting bad examples for Jungkook.”

“Please, with that face, I doubt anyone would complain if he decided to break out into a yodel halfway through.”

“...” 

“Yeah, okay, maybe not a yodel but you get my point.”

“You know some people aren’t just here for the visuals, right? Most of— well...” Your mind drifts off, suddenly remembering their overly-enthusiastic fandom. You’re sure you’d find people willing to give the yodel thing a go... “I have standards, okay? And if you’re trying to tell me that he secretly has a yodeling—”

“He doesn’t,” sighs Jimin, put out. “Why do you have to be serious about everything?” He then grows quiet, lost in thought. 

You take that moment to slather some vanilla-scented lotion onto your freshly shaven legs. 

“He’s not fucking you, you know,” comes Jimin’s voice from behind you.

“And I don’t want him to.” You quip back, spritzing on perfume. “We haven’t had sex in like...a month. Gotta make sure it’s special, right?”

He shoots you a disbelieving look so you saunter up to him, bathrobe falling open intentionally. You make sure he gets a nice eyeful of your most expensive lingerie set - a sheer number that’s more aesthetic than it is practical. You know it looks good on you, the color perfectly complementing the hue of your skin.

“Everything I do is for you, okay?” The words I love you go unsaid, but they’re there, hanging between the space separating you. 

Jimin pulls you in by the waist to lean his forehead against yours. The private undercurrent is interrupted by the door buzzer. He pulls away, a little reluctant to cut the moment short. 

He goes to let the guest in and you trail behind him, a giddy sensation taking over you. It’s the first time either of you are trying something like this... And the novelty excites you. You’d spoken and talked it over multiple times before agreeing, drawing a set of rules and limitations to follow throughout. There’s nothing you’re too worried about - you trust Jimin. He knows where to draw the line and you know he’ll speak up if things veer off course. 

That’s why when you find yourself in the bedroom, a stranger on your bed, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Well, he’s not a stranger, not exactly, but the point remains the same. It doesn’t make you feel uneasy to be half-naked in front of him, your fluffy bathrobe discarded somewhere on the floor of the hallway.

“You’ll be good for hyung, won’t you Kookie?” Jimin hums, a smirk toying at his lips.

“I will.” Jungkook’s eyes are earnest, eyebrows pulled together. He looks so willing to prove his obedience that it’s adorable. The expression makes you want to reach over and pinch his cheeks, shower him in praise. 

Jimin’s eyes turn dark, quietly assessing. “We’ll see.” 

He crouches down and rummages through his suitcase, his neatly folded clothes getting strewn across the floor in the process. A look of triumph settles onto his features as he stands up, hand clenched by his side.

There, in his enclosed fist, is a red, striped tie. 

“Hyung’s about to tie you up, alright?” 

“Why?” It’s not a protest, just genuine curiosity.

“You’re going to keep your hands to yourself and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you touch.”

“O-okay,” he nods, taking this as a challenge. Jimin crawls onto the bed, pushing Jungkook into his desired position. You watch their interaction, transfixed. It’s strange seeing your boyfriend tie Jungkook up with a knot you’re so acquainted with. You can recall all the times he’s used it on you, how the slide of hemp or satin digs deliciously into your skin, leaving marks as a reminder of the encounter. 

Jungkook runs his tongue over his lips nervously.

“You’ll tell me if you want an out, won’t you?” prods Jimin, looking serious. 

“Yeah.” 

“Hmm... That’s good.” Jimin praises, giving his head a ruffle. Then, to you, “Be a good girl and show Kookie how much you liked his performance.”

Your eyes dart towards Jungkook, your mouth feeling dry. You inch towards them slowly, still struggling to adapt to the situation. It’s not that you feel uncomfortable but it’s... Strange. New. 

“Show me how.” You breathe out, finally reaching them. Now that you’re by their side, you feel a little less removed from the situation. It was odd observing them from a distance - you feel more at ease being an active participant. 

Jimin assists you with raising Jungkook's shirt up, effectively exposing his skin for your eyes to feast on. And...damn. You’d seen how hot he looked through your screen, but seeing up close made your heartbeat pick up pace. 

"Jungkook's worked hard on these." Jimin trails a finger down the line running through the center of Jungkook's abs. You watch with bated breath as the muscles clench up at the unexpected touch, becoming even more define than they were a second ago. He squirms under the probing gazes directed at him, feeling hot all over.

"You know what you both have in common?" starts Jimin, a smirk inching its way into his voice. "You're both really sensitive here."

He pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a gasp of surprise from the younger male. Your eyes widen in amazement at the sound. You'd heard rumors about it, heard the passing comments that sounded more like inside jokes, but you never thought he'd be this sensitive. "You really should give him some attention here, I bet he'd like that. And after all the work he's put in, he deserves a little treat, don't you think?"

Doing your best to follow Jimin's suggestion, wanting above all else to please him, you raise a hand up to join his outstretched one, fingers brushing up against his in the process. After checking for Jungkook's approval, you tentatively press into his nipple, rubbing against the flesh in small, circular motions.

The reaction is immediate; Jungkook's hips shift in place and he hurries to gulp in air as if short of breath. 

Jimin chuckles, drawing back and giving you more room for maneuver. 

You brace your hands over his chest for stability as you scoot your body closer to his. It takes a lot of effort to keep your hands still, to curb your desire to familiarize yourself with his exposed body. Jungkook watches you closely, lip drawn between his teeth, trying to guess your next move. 

Slowly - not wanting to startle him - you dip your head down, your hot breath fanning his nipple. You press your lips down once, testing the waters, your gaze trained on his face. When he doesn’t show any visible signs of protest or discomfort, you run your tongue across the skin, letting it drag over his bud. 

His skin is hot and firm under your tongue. It’s also surprisingly smooth to the touch, making the glide of your tongue all the more easy. 

Jungkook twitches under you, his reactions impossible to suppress.

You know the feeling, all the times Jimin had played with you coming to mind. It’s easy to coax reactions from the man layer underneath you when all you have to do is imitate the techniques your boyfriend spent months perfecting. You try to remember what gets you riled up the most, adding teeth into the mix. 

A pleased hum leaves your lips when a whimper falls from his lips. You work harder to elicit the same sounds, needing the confirmation of a job well done. Jungkook? He doesn’t disappoint; a string of muffled groans and breathy sighs are added to the mix - a sweet tune of high and low notes.

Jimin moves around, settling behind you. You pause, alert, but the smack he delivers against the side of your thigh jolts you back into action. You’re all too aware of the slow slide of your panties down your legs. Jimin’s palms massage the meat of your cheeks, spreading them out so that he can get a good view of your sopping center.

“Shit, you’re soaking.” Jimin hisses from behind you, his fingers delving between your legs. “You’ve made a mess.”

Now that he’s pointed it out, it’s impossible to ignore the throbbing heat at the apex of your thighs. Your hips buck involuntarily as he swipes a finger through your folds, the stickiness of your arousal coating his digit. He repeats the motion a few times, making sure his fingers are thoroughly covered, almost dripping. He then makes his was up the bed until he reaches the headboard. 

“Open up.” He holds his hand up to Jungkook’s parted mouth, the sheen of your arousal catching the light. Jungkook gulps audibly, his disbelieving eyes riveted on the outstretched digits. 

“Let hyung show you what a good slut tastes like.”

Jungkook’s eyes bulge and he looks at you to make sure you’re alright with the word. When you nod encouragingly, he opens his mouth up further, letting Jimin  guide his fingers into his mouth. 

It must be an instinctive reaction - the way he wraps his mouth around the two fingers and suckles. Jungkook’s eyes flutter close, the taste of you heavy on his tongue. He becomes greedy for it, his cheeks hollowing as he tries to get every drop that he can. It would be a lie to say the sight of Jungkook getting lost in the taste of you isn’t arousing. You can feel more arousal drip down before you can clench down your muscles to keep yourself from making a bigger mess. 

Jimin keeps them inside until he’s sure that his digits are sucked dry. When he pulls off, it’s messy; strings of saliva connect his fingers to Jungkook’s mouth, dripping down the corners of his mouth and chin. 

“Tastes good, yeah?” Jimin pats Jungkook’s cheeks, his thumb spreading the saliva around. 

“Y-yeah,” he sounds content, if a little fucked out. His pupils are blown to black, revealing his arousal. 

“What would you do to taste it from the source? Hmm?” suggests Jimin.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at the thought, his answer immediate. “Anything!”

“Anything?” Jimin laughs, loud and mocking. “Those are big words for someone tied up.”

“If you untie me—”

“No,” he says at once, dismissing the thought. Jungkook wilts under the intensity of his stare, giving up without much fight. “You haven’t earned it yet.”   

Sensing the disappointment bleed off Jungkook’s frame, the corner of Jimin’s lips quirk into a smile. “I’ll tell you what. Do you want to see how wet she gets when you play with her just right?” 

Jungkook nods enthusiastically, all previous reservations gone. 

Jimin makes his way back to your side and you sit back on your haunches, body vibrating with desire. “Open your legs. Give him a nice view of your cunt.”

You almost shudder with anticipation, your knees knocking in their haste to comply. Not wanting to give them an obstructed view, you hold your pussy open with your fingers. You’re so wet that your fingers slip a few times, sliding over your folds. 

In the back of your mind, you can’t believe you’re letting Jungkook, of all people, see you this way - lewd and unabashed. 

Jungkook doesn’t bother silencing his groan, eyes firmly fixed on the sight in front of him. He swallows audibly - and if his dick wasn’t hard before, it sure is now.

“See how drenched she is?” Jimin muses, a pleased expression painting his face. “Such a cute little slut I’ve got on my hands. She’s always soaked for me, always hungry for cock, isn’t that right?”

You’re not too sure who the question is directed at, but you nod anyway. It’s not like he’s wrong - you’ve been craving his dick for a month. This foreplay is nice and all, but you’re just about dying from the lack of attention.

Jimin reaches over to flick Jungkook’s nipple. He flinches from the touch, his whine resounding in the otherwise silent room. 

“Wanna give her yours, Kookie? She’s so cock-hungry she’ll take it from anyone.” 

Jungkook wiggles his hips in response, too fucked out to string together a proper sentence. You feel a little bad for him... He probably thinks Jimin will let him cum right away... Knowing your boyfriend, he might not let Jungkook near your mouth at all. Well. Jungkook had all the time to learn.

You unzip his jeans, not bothering to slide them completely off. It feels strange to have another dick in your hands, when you’ve grown so accustomed to your boyfriend’s. You can’t help but compare the size and girth, how different it looks and feels pressed up in your hands. 

Jungkook has a pretty dick. It rests up against his stomach nicely. 

Maybe it’s because you’ve been Dick Deprived, but your mouth waters a little. You’re tempted to sneak in a taste, just wanting to feel the weight of a cock on your tongue again. 

Fueled by these desires, you wrap your palm around his length. Jungkook shivers under you, his dick hot and throbbing in your hand. You lean forward and spit, the saliva drooling onto the head of his dick. You use the extra fluid as lube, his precum soon being added into the mix. The slick sounds sound particularly loud and each twist of your wrist extracting needy moans from Jungkook’s mouth. The cacophony of lewd noises only heighten your need for release.

Jimin observes all of this with a watchful eye, the sight affecting him more than he’s willing to admit. 

Jungkook struggles to speak, trying to warn you of his impending orgasm, but he only manages to get out high-pitched whimpers. Suddenly, he cums, taking you by surprise, painting his stomach in streaks of white. Head tipped back, he lets out a drawn out groan, his chest flushed red. 

Your thighs squeeze together at the debauched sight. You’d really appreciate if Jimin’s dick could enter you...right about...now. You’re so horny that if you had balls they would have fallen off ages ago.

“Clean it up,” Jimin punctuates his command with a sharp slap. The skin of your ass tingles where his palm connects, pleasure sparking up inside of you. “I know you’ve been waiting all night to get your hands on his abs.”

You fall forward, elbows keeping you propped up, and lick a stripe down his stomach. Jungkook tenses up beneath you, his abs becoming all the more visible to the naked eye. You continue licking the skin in measured strokes, the taste of his cum filling your mouth with every swipe of your tongue. It’s different from Jimin’s, but not altogether unpleasant. 

“Fuck.” His hips jerk forward, lifting off from the mattress as you mouth the head of his dick. He curses, torn between wanting to chase the heat of your mouth and pulling away, still too sensitive from his recent orgasm. “Oh shit...”

It’s when you drag your muscle over a vein running down his shaft, that Jimin chooses to push his hardened length into you.

You choke down a moan, the sound barely muffled by the dick near your mouth. 

The slide of his erection against your inner walls is made easy by the copious amount of slick that’s amassed between your legs. Jimin has self-control, but he’s also human. The weeks of pent up arousal bubble to a boil, and his hips snap harshly against the cushion of your ass, burying himself to the hilt. 

“Fucking fuck,” his breath comes out harshly as he struggles to regain composure. “Fuck, I missed this.”

The quip comes out before you can stop it, “Yeah, and whose fault is that?” 

Laughter tumbles from his mouth, the short moment of reprieve giving you time to adjust to the girth you had missed so much. There are no words to describe how satisfied you feel right now, your walls clenching around him as you try to keep him buried there forever. 

You know it’s illogical, probably just a product of the month long Dick Diet, but he feels bigger than before. In fact, he fills you up so good that you feel like you’re two seconds away from bursting. 

Jungkook whines at the sight of you getting fucked open, his neck craning to get a better look. You kind of feel self-conscious, knowing that he’s able to see your every expression, catch every stutter of breathing as Jimin plows into you from behind.

Those feelings are quickly wiped clear, the first roll of Jimin’s hips against yours robbing you of breath. Nothing matters anymore but his dick. Your world now revolves around it. 

 Jungkook looks equally overwhelmed - his eyes not knowing where to settle. He watches your breasts move with every thrust before looking back to admire the expression of rapture on his hyung’s face. Jimin looks so far gone - nothing like the facial expressions he practices for stage - that Jungkook can’t help but wonder how good your slutty pussy feels like. His dick twitches in interest, slowly coming back to much. 

“You’re so tight, fuuuck,” Jimin swears you’ve gotten tighter, your walls threatening to suffocate him. He knew he wouldn’t last very long - not when he hasn’t had sex in this long - but he doesn’t expect himself to ejaculate so quickly. It’s a bit embarrassing, especially with Jungkook watching - but then again... Jungkook hadn’t held up much better and his dick had been untouched by your sweet cunt the entire time. 

He decides fuck it, and decides to just go for it. 

The pace of his thrusts speeds up, his hips snapping against your ass with every push and pull. The muscles in his jaw clench tight as he grinds his teeth together, sweat beading his brow as he races to completion. You, too, are lost in the pleasure. You’re suffocated by the heady smell of sweat and cum, by the sound of skin slapping together, moans tearing from your throat as you feel yourself nearing the edge. 

For the past month, this is all you’ve dreamed of and more. Now that you finally have it, you don’t want it to end. You’re scare that once it does, you’ll never find pleasure this satisfying again. 

Maybe Jimin can feel your reticence because he leans over, draping his body over yours. The slight shift in positions forces his cock deeper into you and you stutter, the sound splintered with hunger. Jimin has always known your body better than you know it yourself. He sucks down on the skin near your neck, aiming for a sensitive spot, and shoves a hand where you’re intimately connected. 

“Get my cock wet, c’mon,” he urges, voice so low it comes off as a growl.

He gives you a few harsh flicks, his fingers rubbing against your swollen clit until you cry out, raw and unfiltered. It feels like you’ve been snapped in half - your back arches against his chest, hips pushing up against his as you lose yourself to the pleasure that washes over you. 

Your orgasm is long overdue. Your body seems to sense that too, making up for all those orgasms lost. Pleasure wracks your frame, shaking you to the core. The tremors last longer than what you’re used to and only Jimin’s hands on your hips keep you physically grounded to reality.

Jimin rolls his hips into yours slowly, fucking you through your orgasm. It’s only once you whine out in overstimulation that he pulls out, throbbing dick coated in your fluids.  

“Get on your knees,” he grunts, his fist pumping his leaking shaft as he waits for you to get into position.

You force your fucked out limbs into motion, your mouth automatically dropping open to receive his cum. The sight of Jimin standing over you, dick in hand, is almost enough to make you cum again. He looks so hot like this - chest glistening with perspiration, the dark of his irises translating his desperation. 

The slick noises of his hand working over his dick make shivers run down your back. You stick out your tongue, eager to taste him, too. 

It’s this visual - of you on your knees, the corners of your lips smeared in dried cum, skin flush with arousal, mouth wide open for him - that pushes him over the edge. He spills his seed onto your face, letting out a low, almost inaudible, growl. It dribbles down your chest, coating your skin in white. 

His knees then give out and he face-plants onto the mattress, somehow managing to look graceful as he falls down. You lay down by his side, watching his chest rise and fall as he slowly evens out his breathing. Jimin turns to face you, his hand outstretched to caress your face.

“I love you.” Jimin mumbles in the afterglow, loud enough for you to pick up.

You beam, sitting up to slant your lips against his. 

“Eh,” he wets his lips after pulling back to catch his breath. “You kind of taste like cum.”

“How would you know what cum tastes like, hm?” You ask suspiciously, head tilted to the side as you wait for an answer.

“Um. Not to, uh, intrude b-but... Can someone untie me?” Jungkook squeaks and you suddenly remember his presence. “My arms are killing me.”

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a/n: “i’ll never write a jk fic again” and yet here i am dfkldjfdj. happy belated birthday amanda, my favorite nipple lover ;;; this took 10 and a half years to finish but i hope it’s okay !!! as per usual, my drabbles tend to go overboard... 

also this is just mentioned in passing, but the reader’s work problems are a direct reference to kr’s hidden camera problem. i imagine reader would’ve taken part of the recent demonstration for equal justice for internet sex crimes !! 

[ddcjas]

「 NIGGAS ONLY CLUB 101 — A COLLECTIVE OF URBAN INDIE ROLEPLAYERS.」

i was gonna say something really witty and stupid to introduce myself, but most of you already know who the fuck i am or have some sort of general idea or concept about my enigmatic dumb ass, so here we go.

for those who may not know me, i’m known as a wonderful princess who goes by the alias raja and i bring you today a list of exclusively urban indie rpers in the community. by exclusive, i mean you SOLELY use the urban indie or indie urban rp tag as a means of posting starters, starter calls, interacting with other rpers and looking for mutuals — and obviously, this is hella important being that it seems that there’s only a few of us and it can feel really lonely sometimes when you feel like you’re excluded in the general indie tag or like you don’t have a place yet in the community. so fear not! below are a list of blogs who are either exclusively urban rpers or frequently use the tag for posting and answering starters — i placed everything under a read-more to condense the post & to keep everyone’s names somewhat confidential, so reblog if you wish to spread it among yourselves. viva la nigga!

ACTIVE ROLEPLAYERS —

these are the muns who are around more often than not, constantly looking for new plots and partners to write with, and are ready and willing to roleplay. includes new and long lasting members.

isolctions — me bitch raja, 18 years old. eastern time zone. formerly known as fcrinas, aspnss & thefcll.

mccdmuzik — fenty, 23 years old. eastern time zone. formerly known as a lot of fucking blogs, so just look for the alias fenty/fentea/musty.

hcncho —  wop, 20 years old. central time zone.

mekhilfiger — diamond, 18 years old. central time zone. currently a single muse, but also known as hennasai.

hiighsadity — eve, 21 years old. eastern time zone.

kcllybundy — tatiyana, 21 years old. eastern time zone.

ofmelancholics — tahira, 18+. eastern time zone. introduction post here.

stcddy — AB, 23 years old. eastern time zone.

xxxtcntvcion — carti, 18+. formerly known as blingblaww.

wcytoohcgh — gi, 23 years old. central time zone.

rcdbonc — key, 19 years old. eastern time zone.

japvnesedenim — 22 years old, eastern time zone.

trappcs — tuffy, 20 years old.

desvclvdo — honey, 26 years old. central time zone.

destructivs — storm, 22 years old. eastern time zone.

scweetie — jae, 20 years old. central time zone.

fcdedlcve — keisha, 24 years old. eastern time zone.

sctivas — m, 20 years old. central time zone. also known as pyrcmids.

sickomcde — icy, 21 years old. eastern time zone.

loveisliquor — anna, 21+. GMT (greenwich mean timezone).

velvetddys — mooch, 23 years old. eastern time zone.

puremcse — tropicana, 23 years old. eastern time zone.

x-kee-x — kee, 23 years old. eastern time zone.

bluetnts — mila, 21 years old. central time zone / eastern time zone.

bewaretheskye — kali, 26 years old. eastern time zone.

SEMI-ACTIVE/INACTIVE ROLEPLAYERS —

these are the muns who are either online periodically, on semi hiatus or on full hiatus, pending return. they still pop in from time to time though, and they’re suuuper chill so feel free to hit them up if you see them on your dash.

altadcna — kija, 22 years old. eastern time zone. formerly known as miillennials and barrymcre.

whoarevibes — 18+, formerly known as heartkiings and hoodspeare.

spilledinkisms — tianna, 22 years old.

ghcstfce — 18+, formerly known as mxtroboomin.

obscvne — linny, 20 years old. eastern time zone. formerly known as pllowtlks, expletiives, & villementvlity.

queenprattwrites — aj, 21 years old. central time zone.

hostilitics — written by raja, single muse account.

*honorable mention: luminarylore — alix/alex, 18+, pacific time zone. formerly known as too many goddamn blogs that she abandoned. while she’s not exclusively urban, she DOES write with virtually anyone and will absolutely, without a doubt, 100% love you and your muses. she’s also just an all around positive angel and amazing person to talk to and will hype you up all the time. again, she’s around often and isn’t exclusive, but i can’t NOT mention her crybaby cancer ass.

these are the blogs in full that i can think of and consider as urban indie writers. if i forgot to mention you or you missed out on the original post and consider yourself apart of this list, please let me know and i’ll edit you in!! keep in mind that some are more selective than others, but a simple IM and a conversation can go a long way. plotting isn’t the only end game here — strike up a conversation with these people too!! a lot of them are super nice and really great to just talk to & headcanon with for hours on end, and the best part of rping is often the closeness you have with partners you can also consider your friends. it also makes things go along much easier, and helps to make people a lot more comfortable when it comes down to writing. with that being said, i genuinely do hope this list helps a lot of you, especially new writers coming from group rps or who simply haven’t tried anything like this, feel more welcome and adjust well to indie. 

and while i can’t control what some of y’all do, please keep this in mind if you are NOT apart of this collective and happen to stumble upon this list: just because we consider ourselves as urban writers, doesn’t mean you can elicit some sort of fantasy or view us as some sort of stereotype. meaning, don’t hit up these blogs if you only want a black muse as your arm candy or to steal ideas from us/appropriate any cultural references you see being used/whatever the fuck you weirdos do. do not interact with these blogs if you only see the writers and their muses as “hood writers”. if you do, y’all can go fuck off and choke. thanks.

[cardamomoespeciado]

Biden's parents and children continue to support the "profitable theory in China"

10/24 (Sat)

JBpress

On the same day that the author published "The Wall of Stupidity that Commentes on the United States", the article "The Chinese Device Theory Behind the Biden Son Scandal" was delivered on JBpress. The content is not almost the same as the coverage in the United States, but it even covers things that can only be understood at a considerable cost. That's amazing.

There are a large number of Japanese who write articles about US politics, but most of them are anti-Trump, and there are also many so-called "horizontal papers", but strangely, there are many articles about Biden's parent-child scandal. I hardly saw it. This may be due to what the US media is ignoring.

However, most of the darkness was struck by a Japanese female Chinese watcher (Kaori Fukushima). I don't know her at all, but I'm sorry to the author, Fukushima, hoping that this global perspective will be further strengthened, but how correct this analysis is and the facts in the United States are superimposed. I want to write about what happens.

■ Reasons why Chinese Americans are believed to be the source of the hunter incident

Most of the information sources for her story are Chinese Americans (called overseas Chinese here), especially Youtuber's "Rodokusha". In the United States, information is transmitted in Chinese under the name Lude Media. Looking at this Youtuber information, you can see that "after making a hypothesis, we carefully check the facts and point out the importance of the problem." From there, he (Youtuber's "Rodokusha") has learned a lot about US politics.

The beginning of this story begins with Mr. Hunter Biden (the second son of Biden candidate) who brought a broken computer to a repair shop but did not come to pick it up. Here, let's look back on a timeline that is not included in her story.

■ "Rodokusha" and overseas Chinese network in the United States

Combining the leaked Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) information and the story from former New York City Mayor Giuliani (now President Trump's private attorney) who received a copy from the repairman, this computer Was brought to the repair shop in April 2019, so it's been a year and a half ago.

The repair company who was suspicious of Mr. Hunter who did not come to pick up even after the repair was completed, that is, did not pay the repair fee, could not be contacted even if he called. When the troubled repairman looked at the contents of the hard disk, he found an email showing advanced international transactions and suspicious pictures such as girl pornography.

Here, the repair company was careful about copying to the four hard drives. Or did you think it would be profitable? In any case, the repairman contacted the FBI in December 2019. At that time, the repairman said that he was given words that could be taken as advice or orders, saying that he might be in danger to himself in other words.

After that, the FBI didn't contact me and nothing ostensibly happened (it didn't appear in the media), so I felt dangerous and handed one of the four to Robert Costello (Giuliani's legal counsel). It was July 2020. And October 14th was covered on the front page by the New York Post (NYP), which has the oldest and most circulation in New York State. It's the same New York, so maybe it's Giuliani's leak.

However, according to Mr. Fukushima, Ritokusha sent it on September 24th, so it is about 20 days earlier than NYP. This is very important in this case, and I imagine that there was a lot of word-of-mouth spread in the last 20 days behind the fact that NYP, a local New York newspaper, posted the case in Delaware, albeit the son of the Vice President. it can.

In other words, one of the four was given to Routokusha, or the one given to someone else in the overseas Chinese was given to Routokusha. Almost certainly, it turns out that there was a person between the repairman and the overseas Chinese.

As far as the author knows, it is the overseas Chinese who work in computer management at many companies in the United States, and most of the PC repair companies are managed by overseas Chinese or are working by overseas Chinese. I've heard that many PCs are made in China or parts made in China, and there is a route to get them at a bargain price. The Delaware repair shop would have had a similar environment.

Another fact is that among the immigrants to the United States, overseas Chinese and Indians have a fairly solid mutual support system such as the Mutual Aid Society, and for example, people who came to the United States as illegal immigrants are also protected by this system and legal. Isn't it the point of being an immigrant? This is not a rumor, but something I knew as a fact.

Overseas Chinese make heavy use of WeChat, and Youtube did not limit articles, so even if Facebook and Twitter set forwarding restrictions that challenge journalism, the story would have spread.

■ Is the purpose of overseas Chinese Trump support or Biden check?

From July to August 2020, Secretary of State Pompeo of the Trump administration announced his policy toward China four times with Attorney General Barr, Secretary of Defense Esper, and FBI Director Urey. At this time, he clearly suggested that the other party was the Chinese Communist Party, not China. Originally, former UN Ambassador Haley raised funds as "the enemy is the Chinese Communist Party," but this is now common sense throughout the United States.

On the other hand, looking at the Democratic Party, both candidates Biden and Harris are advocating improved relations with China. In addition, ministerial candidate Fink Blackrock CEO is a promoter of investment in China, and the governor of New York, Kuomo, also calls China a friend who provided a ventilator free of charge with the new corona. There are many pro-Chinese groups, mainly super-liberal (= progressive). Mayor De Blasio has adopted a camera made in China that the New York Police Department can wear. He feels no risk of hacking by China and claims that the US threat is Russia, not China.

The fact is that the opinions of the Democratic Party's middle-aged scholars, such as Speaker of the House Peroshi, who do not allow human rights issues in Uighurs and Hong Kong, are accepted only from the perspective of human rights issues in super-liberals.

From this composition, Mr. Fukushima's view seems correct again.

The overseas Chinese in the United States may have different political parties to support, but whichever they support, it is thought that the United States is aiming not to be at the mercy of China. I don't know anything about the political conflict in China, but considering that Jiang Zemin was still in power when Mr. Hunter began to play an active role in the United States and China, it is almost impossible for Biden's parents and children to dig in here. That's true.

From another point of view, her view is correct because the Trump administration has decided to protect the interests of US companies through the US-China trade and the horizontal and vertical division of labor between the US and China. Given that the US-China trade benefits companies, the only enemy to the administration is the Chinese Communist Party's sense of hostility towards the United States. To help with this is the anti-Xi Jinping regime of overseas Chinese.

On the other hand, while 80% of the people are anti-china with the new Corona against the Biden camp, if you hit the wedge of the hunter case for the future, even if the United States becomes the Democratic Party administration, the overseas Chinese in the United States The position will be safe. In addition to Biden, many Democratic politicians receive huge donations from people who appear to be Chinese. The behind, it can be seen that there are overseas Chinese of parent Xi Jinping regime. In other words, he threatened the Biden administration and the Democratic Party's parliament not to let them flip their hands after the election.

The difficulty here is, he or Xi Jinping regime is expecting either. The author feels that it may be surprising that he is supporting the Republican Party, which can solve the problem of money, rather than the Democratic Party, which is particular about human rights issues.

■ What did the additional witnesses confess?

By the way, there is additional information in the story of Japanese Chinese watchers.

First of all, on October 17, Mr. Peter Schweizer, who was a fellow of Mr. Hunter's external business, submitted an email to the FBI. It seems that many Chinese are included here as email recipients.

After that, another fellow Tony Boblinski confessed his relationship with China China Energy. At that time, he revealed that Biden was a person called "Big Guy" who appeared in emails such as Mr. Hunter.

Moreover, Biden also testified that he had a 10% stake in the company he created with Mr. Hunter and Chairman of CEFC China Energy Leaf, and it was also found that he was answering a call from China in the telephone record. ing.

In addition, President Trump invited Mr. Boblinski to the 3rd Presidential Television Debate on October 22nd. This is the same composition as in the last (2016) debate, inviting Monica Lewinsky (who her husband, President Bill Clinton, cheated at the White House).

By the way, Patrick Ho, who was an officer of this CEFC China Energy, was arrested in the United States in November 2017 for violating the Overseas Corruption Trading Law. What's interesting is that the New York Times (NYT) was the one who took up the issue at that time, but the newspaper is now silent.

■ Two truths you should know as a Japanese

Anti-Xi Jinping strength of government awareness of the overseas Chinese is, there is intense immeasurably in Japan. I would like to conclude this paper with two events that suggest it. Anyway, the analysis of the US situation of Japanese Chinese watchers was sharp.

One was when Prime Minister Abe visited Columbia University when he visited the United States in September 2014. At this time, Prime Minister Abe was welcomed by a crowd of Asian students while he was going to the lecture hall from the car attached to the main gate of the school. The cheers flew turbulently, saying "Abe", but most of them were Chinese students. Both the author and the Japanese students I know have witnessed it. It was a tribute to Prime Minister Abe, who was anti-Chinese on the pro-US route.

The other is the story that Mr. Fukushima wrote the first report of Mr. Hunter's case on September 24th. The day before the NYP's front page, the Wall Street Journal (WSJ) stated that Attorney General Barr "finished without prosecuting anyone on the Russian Gate issue."

If you use your imagination, it can be said that the will of people with overseas Chinese information that "it will be different" to the judgment of the Ministry of Justice led to the publication of NYP.

The WSJ mentioned the hunter issue in the opinion section on October 19, and the morning newspapers of major US media on October 22 reported that the US Supreme Court's nomination and approval was the same as the Trump case. I write that it is supported by.

It's probably because the recent Democratic Party's attitude is too strange.

On the other hand, Candidate Biden blew a dog whistle in response to the NYP report on October 14th. He instructed the US Open's supporters to rush to vote before the deadline. This has led to the impression that "the number of early votes has suddenly increased" in Japan since yesterday.

In the United States, there are many patterns in which facts come out after the problem has settled down. This time as well, the announcement of the investigation may proceed after the presidential election is over. At the very least, the FBI has been very cautious this time, as it has received very severe criticism from the Democratic Party for preventing Clinton's victory in 2016.

Well, I'm looking forward to the future development.

[thetourguidebarbie]

20 min drabble klaroline + swimming lessons

Obviously this was not 20 minutes lol. This is a sequel to the step-sibling drabble from yesterday for @goldcaught and the others who asked. There will be two or three more and I'll probably combine them into a one shot and post on ffnet. This has no smut, but it's definitely suggestive enough to be considered NSFW.

���I still don’t understand why we have to do this,” Elena grumbled, adjusting her ponytail.

“Because it’s the best way to practice after football season,” Caroline replied, trying not to let her irritation with Elena’s attitude take over too obviously. “Do you have better things to do? Should I give Hayley front row instead?”

“No,” Elena said quickly. “That’s fine.”

“Good.”

“And look at it this way, ‘Lena, at least we get to watch shirtless guys dripping with water between routines. I know he’s your irritating brother, Care, but Klaus is hot.”

“Step-brother,” Caroline growled. “I don’t share a single speck of DNA with that jerk.”

Which was good, since they’d snuck into each other’s bedrooms almost every night for two months. The guilt had eaten at her insides the whole time, and she’d ended it the week before when they’d nearly gotten caught. What stung the most about it was that Klaus didn’t fight it. She knew he had feelings for her (and she most definitely reciprocated), but he hadn’t bothered to protest, the only sign of his reaction a brief flash of hurt in his eyes before his face cleared. He’d shrugged, laying back in the bed with the sheet pulled up around his waist and didn’t even look at her as she pulled on her cami and sleep shorts. She’d tried to convince herself that it was better that way, that it would help her get over him faster, but if she was honest with herself, she knew she wanted to be with him, even if it was a terrible idea. She also could recognize that what she’d actually wanted wasn’t really for him to fight for her. She’d wanted reassurance, for him to acknowledge that what they were doing was wrong and impulsive and stupid, but that she was worth it.

And he hadn’t given it.

Still, despite avoiding her at school, he’d still give her appreciative looks when they were at home and she was lounging in her pajamas with her laptop in the living room or bent over the kitchen table with a textbook, and she’d tried her best to restrain herself from returning them.

Instead, she pushed her bed back against the other wall and tried to ignore how much she regretted walking away.

“Whatever,” Katherine said, shrugging. “I have eyes, at least.”

“Yeah, but trust me, you’re wasting your time,” Caroline said, an irrational stab of jealousy hitting her. Sure, she couldn’t let herself have him, but she still thought of him as hers, still held on to the tiny shred of hope that he might make the first move and validate her desire for him. She’d be damned if Kathering fucking Pierce got her claws on him before Caroline let him go for good.

It wasn’t fair or reasonable, but whatever.

“Why?”

“He has a girlfriend,” Caroline said impulsively. “She’s back in the U.K. He’s really into her.”

“Why haven’t I heard about them?”

Caroline swallowed, her mind racing. “When has Klaus ever talked about anything personal?”

“Umm…When he fucked Dana at Lockwood’s party six months ago.”

“That was a rumor.”

“Wow, someone’s defensive.”

“I just don’t want you to get distracted by my dumbass brother during season,” Caroline said, the word ‘brother’ sour on her tongue.

“You don’t have to lie about his love life, Caroline. I get why you’re upset, but I promise that if we break up it won’t ruin our friendship.”

Caroline honestly wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, but she didn’t have the chance as Klaus surfaced from the water to take a break from drills and Katherine marched over.

His hair was sticking to his face, and she longed to trace the drips of water falling down his abs with her tongue, to make him groan as she let her nail run below the waistband of his swimsuit, and she tried not to wish ill on her frenemy, but just watching made her want to claim him, to run her hand down his arm in front of everyone and bask in the warmth of the way he looked at her.

God, she needed a drink. Or something.

She couldn’t resist listening in as Katherine stopped in front of him, slightly reassured by the complete ambivalence he exuded when she asked him if he wanted to go to dinner later that week. His eyes seemed to naturally find hers, and she flushed, looking away, though she let herself peek at him out of the corner of her lashes, and his lips twitched before he turned back to Katherine. “No,” he said firmly, grabbing a nearby towel from the stack and rubbing his hair and face with it.

“Caroline said you had a girlfriend. Is that why?”

“Did she?” Klaus asked, his lips twitching as he slung the fabric over his shoulder.

“I thought she was lying,” Katherine said triumphantly, and Caroline felt a stab of nervousness as Klaus seemed to consider whether to respond.

“It was supposed to be a secret,” he finally said, his voice deceptively light, his gaze darting towards her again before his lips twitched. “She’s a jealous little thing. Clever. Ruthless. I advise you don’t get mixed up with her, Katerina.”

“She sounds like a piece of work.”

“Careful, Katerina,” he whispered, his eyes flashing. “I do not take well to insults to the few people whom I care for.”

Caroline bit her lip, her heart soaring at his words, and she smiled slightly when their eyes met, but he didn’t return it, instead giving her a calculating glance before chugging a bottle of water and turning around when Coach Tanner called for him to get back to drills.

She lingered after practice, and when he came out she asked if she could have a ride home, knowing that she was being about as subtle as Rebekah did when she wanted specific birthday presents, and Klaus nodded, gesturing to the parking lot. They walked in silence until they got into the car, Klaus turning to her once they had their seatbelts on, not starting the ignition.

“I wasn’t aware that I was in a relationship,” he said abruptly, no humor present in his voice. “Care to explain, love?”

“Kat’s the literal worst. You don’t want to bother.”

“Are you a mind reader?” he asked dryly. “I had no idea that you could tell what my desires were without exchanging a single word with me in the past two weeks.”

“I…I just—”

“You were jealous,” he finished, and her shoulders slumped.

“A little, yeah.”

“Well then, I suppose you have a choice, don’t you? You said you didn’t want me, yet it’s clear that you don’t want me to be with anyone else. You can’t have it both ways, sweetheart.”

“I thought I didn’t get to choose what you wanted for you.”

“I already chose you. I made that clear.”

“What? No you didn’t. You just like, let me walk out on you—”

“Let you?” he asked, his chuckle a bit too hollow to carry any real amusement. “It’s always been your choice, Caroline. You left. That was all you and your insecurities.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because this…what we have…this is wrong, Klaus. If our parents ever found out—”

“Then they won’t. Not until we’re both legal adults, and then they’ll just have to get over themselves.”

“You’re already thinking that far ahead, huh?”

“Weren’t you?”

There was a slight undercurrent of confusion in his voice, of hurt, and she laid her hand on top of his on the gear shift, turning to look at him fully.

Klaus had seemed eternally unflappable, his emotions only pulling through his facade when he lost his temper or his control, and she was surprised that he was being so open with her, even though she desperately wanted his honesty now that he’d freely given it.

“Yeah,” she said, letting out a shaky laugh. “I made a ton of plans. Unrealistic ones, obviously, bit—”

“Unrealistic?”

“You know… life plans. Like, going to college in the same city and living together and stuff.”

“Those are all doable,” he said, and she was weirdly thrilled that he was taking what she considered to be childish fantasies completely seriously, that he’d thought about what being with her might mean.

Sure, it could be high school sweetheart puppy love, but something already told her that this could be epic.

“Great,” she said, giving the area around them a quick glance before pecking him on the lips, and he immediately, deepened the kiss, his fingers winding through hers as his other hand cupped her neck.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so weird about this. It wasn’t fair to you.”

“It was worth it for the end result,” he said before giving her a smug, dimpled grin. “I must admit that it was also satisfying to watch you pine after me at practice.”

“I wasn’t pining. I just have eyes, okay?”

“If you say so, love.”

“No, seriously!”

“Perhaps one day I’ll let you fulfill those filthy thoughts I can see running through your mind, hmm?”

She scoffed. “Oh please, like you don’t have a thing for my cheerleading outfit.”

“Wearing our respective uniforms isn’t mutually exclusive.”

She let her mind wander to the fantasy of him leaning against a pillar under the bleachers as she peeled the tight fabric of his suit down with her teeth before she took him in her mouth, his fist wound in her ponytail, her skirt hiked around her waist, uniform shorts nowhere to be found, and felt her core clench.

“Someday,” she said, her voice a little breathless, and his smile was infuriatingly smug, as though he knew exactly where her mind went (and it probably did.

They caught up on the last few weeks as they drove home, Klaus indulgently listening to Caroline’s complaints about Elena’s lack of commitment to the squad, and how extracurriculars only counted on college applications if you actually participated, and he gave her a few ideas on how she could fix that, none of which she felt justified in doing.

“I can’t accidentally drop her, Klaus,” she said for the third time as he parked in the front of the house.

“Why not? Just move slightly out of position and apologize profusely. Problem solved.”

“But I can’t be out of position! I’m the captain, and I lose my authority if I fuck up.”

“You have to stop caring so much what people think of you, sweetheart,” he said, and she felt like he was talking about more than Elena’s cheering incompetence.

“I know, but it’s hard,” she said, unlocking the door, and he reached out to cover her hand with his before she could turn the knob.

“Tonight?” he whispered, his hot breath on her ear sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. “I’ve missed you.”

“Sure. Me too.”

She pushed the door open, stopping in the front hall when Mikael strode out of the back office, her body naturally moving in front of Klaus’s as though she could protect him.

“Hi Mikael,” she said, putting on her best customer service smile, and he grunted, glancing at Klaus over her shoulder before speaking.

“Your mother wants the whole family to go out for dinner,” he said, nodding at Caroline, and she could practically feel Klaus’s discomfort behind her when Mikael pointedly ignored him.

“Okay. We’ll get ready,” Caroline said with a saccharine smile.

Klaus followed her upstairs, and before she could go past his room to hers, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around so that their noses were only an inch apart. “Wear a skirt for me,” he whispered, letting his fingers play with the hem of her cheer skirt. “Or one of those pretty sundresses you favor. You can make the past two weeks of silence up to me by giving me something exciting to do during dinner, hmm?”

She felt arousal build in her lower belly just from his words, knew a flush was creeping up her cheeks, but she nodded.

She showered and dressed, zipping up her sundress and debating with herself before foregoing her panties, knowing her forethought would turn Klaus on all the more.

Everything about their relationship was so wrong, but she couldn’t resist when being with him felt so right.