#sorry this is so annoying and incoherent

[ranticore]

Now that you mentioned it in the tags; I really enjoyed how you did the queerness of characters in-text and I saw you mentioned more than once before how they consider/call themselves gay or anything and I was wondering if you'd be willing to elaborate on that (in Ironwall, MVF etc), but more from a writing standpoint than a worldbuilding one. Hope Im making sense lol

i looked up the invention of the word 'homosexuality' and found that it was invented 6 years after stbh is set

ghksjdg i mean there's more to it than that but it meant that my language was constrained, which also means that the characters' language is constrained as well. i have to think about ways i want this to come across to the reader. at the time i was thinking about how the basic concept of "btw this character is not straight/cis" is communicated in some of the stories i'd read, and one that stood out to me was a comic i read in a fully fantasy setting where the writer brought the narrative to a juddering halt to explain exactly how gender & sexuality are handled by the people here. as in the characters essentially turn to the camera and give the main character a lecture. i really didn't like it, the author's hand was too visible behind the panels.

but i took it as a learning exercise as well on what i didn't want to do. i didn't like the neon signs pointing at any instance of non-heteronormativity and i also don't like stories that market themselves based on the characters' gender identities, particularly stories which do not involve a coming-of-age/character learns to discover themselves narrative. it's a book about two trans men but it's not a book about being trans. that's none of the reader's business, that's hidden from you (particularly in islin's case, intentionally). i never wanted to foster a sense of voyeurism towards trans people particularly knowing that most readers, statistically, will not be trans. crucially the characters are stealth to literally everybody but like 3 people. their transition is done.

i never wanted a coming out moment, or an "i'm here i'm queer" moment either - not even because Society in the setting just because i don't like those things. to completely normalise it in the narrative between these characters is the goal - almost to the point of never even pointing it out at all except when it has to be. the vibe i wanted was like... hanging out in not necessarily a gay space, but with gay people, talking about random other stuff. i didn't even like the One coming out scene i had to put in (senca being like "i only fuck women" to bowman so that he would stop hitting on her)

so when writing i had a pretty good idea of what i didn't want. for the setting i had some strict rules to follow as well. characters would not identify as gay or bisexual or even some fantasy equivalent because those were not identities, they were acts. and heterosexuality wasn't an identity either, it wasn't even "the natural way of things", it was the means by which wealth could transfer between generations. if you do not marry, then you are not conforming to your gender. the four unmarriagable men in mvf are all denied entry to normative manhood for many de-gendering factors (disability, unmanly hobbies, vow of chastity, etc) but the culmination of those factors is that they can't marry, which is the whole POINT of being a man. three of them are entirely denied generational wealth - forcing them into poverty (it's not a coincidence that gay people are overrepresented in the criminal organisation)

from a writing standpoint this leaves them in a grey zone. when writing i tried out different language to see if it read nice to me (19th century equivalents to 'boyfriend' etc) and they all rang quite false, because outside of the whole 'can we put a label on something that doesn't officially exist in society' thing, the characters themselves are not the types of people to think that way. Bowman was dating Léa but he was never dating Félix. you can't date another man. the only people who date men are women, and Bowman is not a woman. therefore he is not dating Félix. to give just one example. ultimately for the language used i found that just leaving it as-is worked the best for me.

so after working all that out i wrote tha thing and then wanted to kind of explore - at what point does it become romantic? is there an actual border between romantic and platonic when you've kind of already fallen between the cracks in society into the grey zone where nothing is defined because it doesn't affirm the power of the ruling class. and in these particular friendships, where they've already been all things to one another, they've already done everything together, good or bad, does adding 'romantic love' to that list of things wildly recontextualise it retroactively or does anything change at all? just like the ending reveal of stbh says: who actually is the guy we've been thinking of as 'félix ortega' ? does it recontextualise everything we've just read? no, right? (or does it?)

the usual 'will-they-won't-they' romance plot isn't a factor in the book, we already know they will, they have, they won't, and they refuse to, all at once.

(jean-baptiste thinks of himself as an invert because he is Learned and has read some fascinating journal articles about cutting-edge sexology, and his relation to his sexuality is very very different. it's not something he shares with his closest friends in spaces without scrutiny; his entire life is scrutinised and his social system is predicated on marriage. like i think i said in the book, probably, i don't remember: he and renard are two guys clinging to the same life raft. they hate each other! but if you push the other guy off the life raft, then you're just one guy alone at sea, forever.)

[im-smart-i-swear]

some lore. this may all change lol im still figuring stuff out but this is the general gist

[blmpff]

No, because I'm still stuck on Aob and Puen.

I get this scene, we haven't believed in Aob's cold facade for a while/ever. He'd caught feelings for Puen whether he liked it or not, and for unknown (underwritten) reasons tried to brush them off/ignore them and keep Puen at arm's length.... so to speak:

This one is understandable for the same reasons as listed above, he has (actively repressed) feelings for Puen and doesn't want to interact with him sexually and/or see him that way with other people, so he walks away:

Now where did this lovely-dovey, high school style piggy backing later that very same day came from?? Did seeing Puen with Ndozenth client suddenly broke his shyness and tore down his walls to make a move on him??

There was no backstory on either of them (Puen attends the rich kids uni, and the sport's scholarship money isn't enough hence the side gig as Playboyy, that's it), we don't know any reasons for their actions, they get the least time and what they do get barely holds together (Aob is the Top Playboyy and had to teach Puen the ropes, period). Are they casualties of the writing room or the editing room?

I'm with @italianpersonwithashippersheart's tags on this post that they probably suffered due to rewrites, which is a shame and also really sticks out. Like I said in the linked post, the promotional posters gave the impression that Nuth and Phop will probably have the least to do with the plot (even despite the "?"),

why is the two guys from one of the two main groups then.

It's giving hard "pair up the leftovers" and "we don't know what to do with you" vibes. I wonder if it'll change in the future, there are still 6 episodes ahead of us.

[deus-ex-mona]

my five surviving braincells when something remotely good happens:

[rizavii]

sorry still mad at that allura post. fandom will really bring out the racism in people like nothing else will. we need to start putting bitches on blast actually. block button isn't enough I need a Monetary Compensation For Having To See That Post button

"she's fictional" yeah but your attitudes to black/brown people in media will 99.999% of the time mirror your attitudes toward black/brown people irl. without fair when I've given vehement allura/katara/korra haters a chance they have been aggressive and racist to me and my friends.

it's just. god it's so tiring to see racism fucking everywhere. and every bitch is an anti-racist advocate until they're confronted and suddenly brown people are just too much to handle. I get so fucking tired.

[antikr1sta]

Cringing bc i started thinking about my month long obsession with gojo from jjk

(yes i bought a cheap ass wig off temu and went to a huge Halloween party;

i kept doing the gojo walk while drinking and then after the party was over i was so wasted I fell asleep on the tram, missed my stop and lost my phone at like 8am;

realized it was missing while pissing in a bush and somehow got it back because the tram driver found it and i called my phone using some random guys phone.)

I KEPT REPEATING "ITS GOJ-OVER" ALL THE TIME I WANT TO PUNCH MY PAST SELF

As a dazai kinnie now i am disappointed and disgusted..

i feel sick

Pics of that god forsaken day

[kookjinnies]

don't want to seem like a hater but i wish they let happy be released before this new announcement 😞 it's like the astronaut era again

DISCOURSE AHEAD SO DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO

i had to let this ask sit on the inbox bc i logged in twt and the first thing i saw was “focus on taehyung. treat this as an ot7 comeback” like we don’t have a member releasing an album next week. on top of bh being absolute shit at managing their announcements, we have all these fans that only really move for certain members (specifically maknae line and maybe 1 or 2 from the hyung line lollllll) anyway this is backed up by the way armys chart ml songs during the ibt tracking week with higher and more daily streams than ibt itself lmaoo.

i’ve been feeling this way lately actually but do not want to spread negativity on the dash but idgaf anymore lol (i was on the trenches during ibt release tracking week)

atp there really is a BIG difference with the way this fandom is from before the solo era and MS. ofc, this is prevalent on all fandoms (seeing that i was a 1d stan and it’s apparent that the fan favourite is hs) but to see this unfold in bts again is so exhausting lmao. anyway, let’s just give it our all to support seokjin but i truly hope bighit pushes promo EVERYWHERE BUT SPECIALLY US AND HAVE PLAYLISTING PLS GOD if they want us to secure that elusive b200 top 1

[itspileofgoodthings]

Porfiry telling Raskolnikov that at least he was honest and in one bound took the furthest leap to put his theory to the test of actual action——

[gayeddie-saved-me]

For "fuck season 9 you know what you did" what was it they did? Because spn has none A LOT

personally s8 and s9 kinda just run together in my head, because most of s8’s plot lines lead right into 9’s. i hate s8 with an intense passion, and a lot of what happens in s9 is too similar to truly separate it. mainly the gadreel plot line, and what happens between sam and dean. it’s a follow up of the trials which are built on the awful s8 sam characterization. the entirety of s8 contradicts itself which leads s9 to do the same, especially since the main point of contention between sam and dean in s9 is gadreel and sam’s insistence that dean betrayed him by saving him. the season ends with dean dying and sam doing exactly what he faulted dean for doing—making the choice to save him no matter the cost (this contradiction continues in s10 too so don’t think s10 is left out of this) idk it’s hard to explain but overall i find the stretch of 8-10 to be incredibly frustrating mainly because it has some half decent plot lines that are ruined by their shitty execution. also the abaddon plot line is boring to me, and dragged on forever. oh and kevin fucking dies and for what??? for their bullshit sam vs dean conflict about doing stupid shit to save each other when sam is the one who started all of this in the first place???? not to mention i don’t enjoy how they handle cas’s plot at ALL. not even just kicking him out of the bunker, but like in general human!cas is just not well written to me. i think they could’ve gone a lot of ways with it and chose like. the most boring ways possible. oh and them bringing back gabriel for one episode only for it to not even be real. stupid ass shit. the funny thing is everyone i know who hates this season hates metatron but i actually don’t mind him as much.

anyway. um. it’s okay if no one agrees with this, i personally don’t enjoy getting into arguments about things that are just my own opinion. i don’t even know if this fully makes sense, i haven’t taken my meds yet m

[themoonofblueside]

i think you either misinterpreted or underestimated max's academy statements... not only were his mom and his sister in karting, but he also had female karting buddies. he was close to women that were serious abt motorsport, he's very much aware it's a gender issue and is questioning why won't the sport do more, not why should it be done if it's not enough. but he's chickenshit abt political-y statements and wouldn't call out FIA so directly with "big" words like discrimination.

It is possible that I misinterpreted his wording, and it might've been that he's going for a "yes, yes, fia and f1 world is deefinitely not prejudiced against women, however-" tactic for the media, but this is honestly not the first time i've seen him state something like "haha of course f1 teams don't judge against genders, they'll choose whoever is faster." and it irritates me to see such...obvious false information?

I am glad max is calling for faster cars and higher ranks in racing for female drivers, i truly hope that he actually does something about it(he doesn't have to, but it's obvious that he cares for competitive racing, and as you've stated his mother did karting so i do wish that at some point max thinks "okay this is very annoying, maybe i should do something about it" because he absolutely has the power to make changes even if they're small).

Which is probably why the first part annoyed me this much, because everyone is aware that the series should be higher, but that won't change with a few think pieces here and there, and like i said, max does have some limit of power as

1) reigning champion of 3 years with championships equaling sebastian this year

2) son of an old wdc with insane amount of connections as one of the most valuable f1 drivers currently

The first part also rubbed me the wrong way, because as I've stated, max did not experience any hardships in regards to sponsorships or finding teams. That is the main problem about women not reaching f2 or f1: even if they are fast as hell, they are still seen as more vulnerable and more "risky" than men for racing. So when a guy who was born and nurtured to race without having to worry about the more economic parts of the motorsports industry and market says that "oh yeah the system is fair, teams choose whoever is faster" i can't help but bristle a little. It shows so much ignorance and honestly arrogance on max's side, and personally that part overshadows his more leveled out and nuanced questionings and opinions.

I really hope that you're right, anon, and that max is aware that it's a gender issue, but i do think that his comments feed the "the best gets to the top, so if only white men are at the top they deserve that spot" way of thinking when things are definitely more complex than that.

[patchworkmirage]

one of those days again (thinking about philip library of ruina)

[a-huge-fuck-off-dragon-bee]

So I've been doing some testing and I have confirmed for myself that this account has just straight up been shadow banned and I am invisible to everyone except for the people who already follow me and even then only my reblogs seem to be visible on the main dash as I appear to be invisible in the activity feed

I'll leave a link to my new account in my description if you would like to follow that

I'll probably be following my mutuals on my new account since I enjoy your blogs and I hope to be more chatty now that I will actually be able to chat

[fishingscam]

extremely hyperfixated on alison bechdel

[uchimakis]

been seeing so much unnecessary bi mike slander on my dash recently. sometimes selfcare is blocking 15 people and going into the bi mike tag for an hour <3

[bitchy-peachy]

"Viva la revolucion!" Yells leftist gringo that finds guns too "scawwy 😢" and thinks just being annoying and loud wins them anything other than apathy and annoyance.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

hoshi being a lil shit • k.s.y.

Pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship

Warnings: swearing, literally hoshi being a lil shit but reader snaps back, biting, oral/fingering (f. receiving), use of babygirl/woman/wife/etc, mentions of a daughter and slight mention of breeding/impregnation/birth but nothing major, I'm tired lmk if i missed anything

WC: ~3.2k

A/N: this was a request but it got kinda long so i just decided to keep it as a separate post (thanks to nova for agreeing i should just keep the title of my draft it really is true sjdkfj.

Soonyoung's standing over the sink, casually minding his own damn business as he goes about doing his nighttime routine. He'd just turned on the faucet when a noise from the bedroom causes his ears to perk up. 

The loudest moan he's ever heard you make.

He freezes in place, elbows bent and arms tensed as he stares with disbelief at his reflection in the mirror. Soap-suds drip down and start burning his eyeballs, snapping the flummoxed man out of his trance. Rapidly splashing water over his face, he's mildly relieved not to hear the sound again and thinks he's imagined it all.

Until another blissful gasp of yours cuts through the sounds of him brushing his teeth. Spitting harshly in the sink, he shoves the toothbrush back into his mouth and stalks into the bedroom to see you curled up in bed.

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes slowly open, squinting at the sudden brightness of the vanity lights shining into the bedroom. "'m trying' to sleep. Why, do you need something?"

"I need you to be quiet." 

"You're being the loud one between us."

Soonyoung's grumbling noises only contribute more to his unnecessary noisiness. You scoff and roll over, only for another delighted groan to escape that halts your husband in his tracks.

"What in the world are you doing?"

The sigh of exasperation you exhale at his repeated question definitely isn't as pretty as the previous ones. "What are you doing? Just get your ass in bed so we can sleep, babe."

He huffs. Stomping back to the bathroom to shut off the light and very aggressively shakes out his toothbrush with obnoxious taps against the side of the sink. When he returns, you expect him to slide into bed next to you as usual but instead, you feel a fierce stare boring holes into your back.

You roll over and try to meet his gaze in the dark. "What?"

"You've never moaned like that for me."

Silence. 

"That's why you're throwing a tantrum like a child?"

"My pride is ruined! And I am not throwing a — "

"Your pride is fine, babe, you'll feel better after you get some rest."

"No, don't 'babe' me, we need to sort out this very serious issue. You can't expect to coerce your husband into sleeping while you get off without him."

"Soonyoung, my god. How did you even reach that conclusion? I'm just laying here trying to sleep!"

"You're not… masturbating?"

"No? Why would I be?"

"Well, that's good but why're you making those noises then?"

Sleep seems impossible at this point. You sit up with a huff, barely making out Soonyoung's shirtless figure with the sliver of moonlight peeking through the shades. 

"Did it ever occur to you that our bed is so comfortable that I love getting all cozy under the covers at night?"

"Our bed?"

"Yeah, especially when you're not in it first."

"… Especially when I'm not in it?"

You make grabby hands in his direction. "Yeah 'cause it's nice and cold so get your annoying yet somehow cute butt in here finally, please."

It's a relief that he forlornly acquiesces and goes to his side of the bed. You flop back down happily and wiggle in place after pulling the covers up, enjoying the silence, and close your eyes to —

"I can't believe it. Getting into bed gives you more pleasure than me?"

"For fucks sake, Soonyoung!"

"You have to understand where I'm coming from. I mean, c'mon! I could hear you over the water running and I swear on my tiger plush collection that you have never been that loud for me. Ever."

Certain he's wearing a scowl on his handsome face, you turn and place a hand soothingly on his cheek. "There's a difference between sexual and simple pleasures. And you know that we need to keep it down out of politeness for our neighbors with how thin the walls are."

"Do we?" Your husband ignores the warning tone of his name, quickly shifting so he can hold himself above you, placing a knee on either side of your lower body and caging you within his arms. "Or am I not doing a decent job of pleasuring my wife? Forgive me, love. I suppose my stroke game has been too weak for you."

"It's not that you goofball!"

"Let me make it up to you?" he questions and waits for your response.

"I mean there's nothing to really make up for but if it'll make you feel better, then by all means go ahead." You weakly gesture toward the lamp on your nightstand. "Lights?"

"Oh, darling," Soonyoung's head lowers so he can whisper directly in your ear, the feeling of his hot breath on your neck causes tingling to shoot straight down to your core. It doesn't help that his hips press down to grind just a little so you can feel how worked up he already is from your unintentional, lovely little noises earlier. "I already know very well how gorgeous you look, but tonight I want to hear how pretty you sound."

You gasp — slightly scandalized yet somehow flattered — and he's pleased enough to start kissing below your ear, fingers playing with the bottom of the thin cotton shirt you wear to sleep. He pushes it up so he can slip a thumb underneath the waistband of your panties and trace circles across your hip. The soothing, familiar feeling makes you let out a content sight until he pulls away.

It's a little strange for your husband to be shielded from your view by the cover of night's darkness during sex. But Soonyoung doesn't need to see to know your body. He has it memorized by heart. Ingrained in his soul. You whine at his sudden distance though, reaching out for him and he chuckles.

"Let's make one thing straight though, love."

"Okay?"

"I'm not doing this to make myself feel better, I'm doing this to prove you wrong."

"That doesn't make any sense, prove what — "

He cuts you off, diving back down to wrap his mouth over your left-clothed breast. The unattended one is granted the warmth of his hand as he cups it lightly and squeezes. Meanwhile, his tongue is at work, easily dampening the shirt's material as he circles it around your nipple. Encouraging the nub to stiffen takes not even a second and when he's satisfied by the way it pokes up, he bites down. Hard.

You squeal and then slap a hand over your mouth to muffle it. "Soonyoung!"

He smirks, knowing you're glaring at him accusingly. He wishes he could see it and the wet spot on your chest but what he wants, in the end, will be all the more rewarding.

"Here's the deal. Every time you try to stay quiet, we'll stop and chat a bit, okay?" 

"You're kidding me."

"Don't make me tie up your hands, babygirl. You know how I like them all over me, just keep them like that and we'll have zero issues." You sigh at his statement and do as he says, lightly running your nails along his muscular back. He shivers. "Oh yeah, just like that."

He lets you push his head back down to your chest and resumes suckling on your tits, opting to lather the other one with his tongue and pinch and pull at your tender, bitten nipple. You're already starting to write underneath him and he's only just begun. 

"Patience, lovely."

"You're the one that wants to prove a point. I'm just going with the motions and waiting for you to fuck me silly then."

"Mouthy aren't we?" he mumbles against your breast.

"Isn't that what you want?"

"As nice as it is to hear your words, I think your moans would be a lot better."

"Then get to it?"

Making you beg would be pointless. Soonyoung's already whipped hard enough to give you whatever you desire and who is he to deny your request? He abandons your chest, taking the covers with him as he maps a kiss-filled path along your body. Down he goes, sliding until he's lying flat on his chest, close enough to feel the heat on his face that radiates from the center of your spread legs.

"Wait," you gasp out, startled because your panties are still on, "let me help — "

He silences you, pressing a kiss against your thigh before nuzzling at your clothed pussy. Tongue poking out to teasingly run up and down your covered slit, your arousal and his saliva mixing together and rendering the fabric wet enough that the feeling is electrifying.

Your hips jerk up to follow his lips as they move away but a hand gently rests on your abdomen to keep you still. He places another kiss above your clit and just when you're about to grab his hair so he can stay where he is, his teeth graze your hip bone.

Intentionally, you whine loudly to try and encourage his return back to your throbbing pussy. Unable to anticipate his motions in the dark, you're unsure what he's even doing almost until it's too late. With some incredible level of skill, Soonyoung pulls down your panties with his mouth alone. You swear you can almost see his eyes glint in the darkness like a predator stares down its prey. Although it's only an illusion — you know he would never harm you and the thrill of guessing what his next move will be makes your spine tingle.

An appreciative grunt when the center of your panties is the last to part from your body, seeming to stick around your cunt from his ministrations. You obligingly lift one ankle at a time when you feel him tug them down far enough, mouth agape. 

"Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it was…"

He's pleased by your breathless whisper of awe, chest swelling in pride as he gloats. "Yeah, baby? You liked that?"

"Shaddup, you're annoying."

A light chuckle rumbles in his chest as he sits back on the back of his heels. "And we both know that means you're enjoying this. You can't fool me anymore."

"Fooled you earlier."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a smarter man now."

"Is that so?" Soonyoung hums in response to your question, quiet shuffling as he repositions himself to your side. Your nimble fingers reach out to find the smooth skin of his stomach only to snort when he coyly flexes his abs. Lifting your leg, you hook it around his hip with the intention of pulling him closer. "You sure about that?" 

But he whispers hotly once more in your ear "I am" before grabbing your thigh to halt your motions. Warm fingertips graze the skin underneath your knee, traveling up… up… and up until they brush against the outer lips of your pussy the same time he starts pressing kisses onto your neck.

His lips trail down your upper body in the same direction his fingers dive into your cunt. Kissing the valley between your breasts, he slides into your warmth and purposefully avoids the spot that usually has you seeing stars. Your husband takes his time exploring, stroking your walls and gathering up your wetness so it coats his palm and starts to drip onto the bedspread. He nuzzles your stomach lovingly, placing a smooch on your belly button and you can feel his smile at your airy giggle.

"It's unfair that every sound you let out is just as pretty as you are."

"What if I burped?"

"Then I'd think you were the sexiest woman ever." Soonyoung's a kisser — placing another one on your clit that makes your hips buck up. But you scowl at him despite it. Because he's also an ass-kisser sometimes.

"I thought it was Cheol's fault that Jangmi has no table manners but looks like her daddy's guilty actually."

Your daughter was at Jihoon's place for a sleepover with her best friend — another reason why the two of you kept it down normally but could possibly be loud tonight. Keyword: possibly. If the two of you could shut the fuck up for a second.

You can feel the way your husband's mouth curves down as he pouts against your inner thigh. "And her mommy's mentioning another man in bed even if daddy is right here."

"Honest to god, Soonyoung," your fingers grab at the strands of his hair, "you're the clown I married, am raising a child with. Who cares who I mention in passing when you're not doing anything?"

His response is muffled completely by you dragging his mouth right onto your core, grinding right across his lips for good measure. He chuckles in defeat, letting you lead the show once you've interlocked your ankles behind his neck for support. 

He pulls away slightly, "I better be able to hear you loud and clear even with your thighs around my head, baby."

"Get to work then, handsome."

Soonyoung does his best to stay quiet in spite of how much he wants to moan in delight. Not only does he find it insanely hot when you lowkey use him to get off but he'll never tire of the way you taste on his tongue despite your protests. He stiffens the muscle and occasionally curls it upwards to flick at your clit or simply twists and turns around to tease your inner walls.

You, on the other hand, are just as loud as he wanted you to be. Even with your thighs trapping his head in place and tightly encasing his ears the closer you get to reaching your climax, he can clearly make out your pretty sounds. Mouth open without restraint, fingers making a mess out of his hair with how tightly you're gripping at it.

Just as that wave of pleasure washes over you, threatening its impending peak, Soonyoung manages to pull away. You're undeniably frustrated but let him be, assuming he needs a break to breathe. But he's still the same playful man he always is and suddenly he's disappeared.

"Soonyoung!"

"I'm here, baby… I'm still here," he reassures although truthfully aware that you might potentially slap him if he doesn't hurry. He stands up and slides down his sweatpants in relief, hustling back to the bed only to let out a rather unsavory, loud curse.

You sit up rapidly in concern at the way the bump caused the bedframe to shake upon impact. "Are you okay? Did you break your dick? Tell me you didn't, it's okay right?"

"Jesus, I'm fine — thanks for asking. My dick's perfectly fine too but my toe sure isn't."

With a sigh, you turn on the lamp on your nightstand. Trying not to giggle at your husband's sniffling, slightly comical with the way he's hunched over. 

"And this is why we keep the lights on." He scowls at your comment. "If you had just gotten into bed like a normal person from the start, your toe might still be attached to your foot."

"For someone who just had their orgasm denied, you're in an awfully chipper mood."

"What can I say, the love of my life is making a complete and utter fool of himself as usual as payback."

"And yet we're still married."

"And yet we are," you echo and take off your shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Leaning back and spreading your legs, one hand tweaks at your exposed nipple that's still sore from his love bite while the other trails along your lower abdomen. "As long as you finish the job you started… if you're up to it."

Brown eyes flash at the challenge you didn't really intend to spark. "Who says I'm not?" He recovers quickly, scrambling to get on top of you with a toothy grin as he braces himself with his arms caged around you once more. "You really doubt my performance game, huh?"

"I sincerely was worried that you broke your dick or maybe the pain killed the mood."

"Don't worry, love," Soonyoung gives his cock a few strokes before lining it up at your entrance, "we still need to give Jangmi the little brother she so kindly asked us for."

Your despondent sigh blends into a satisfied one when you feel his tip poke and part your pussy lips, easing himself inside where it feels like home. You willingly give him the long-drawn-out moan he's enthused to hear while he works on bottoming out. Kissing your lips with a fond peck, both of your foreheads meet as he starts moving. Alternating between shallow and fast thrusts that cause your mattress to squeak or slow and steady glides where you can feel every vein that runs along the length of his cock, dragging your nails lightly down his toned back to match each rhythm.

It, of course, does not take much time for your orgasm to build up again having nearly reached that exhilarating climax already. Soonyoung won't last that long either, you're well-accustomed now to how excited he gets — already more than halfway approaching his own release by the enticing stimulus of the actions prior — paired with an insanely rapid refractory period. He could get off to your sounds alone… which started this whole ordeal anyways.

"You gonna cum for me, darling?" Your answer is another resounding keen of pleasure, wrapping both of your legs around his waist just like you did with his upper body before. He smirks, picking up the pace. "That's my good girl, c'mon — I can feel you clenching so tightly around me, relax and let go, baby."

You can only do as he commands, throwing your head back with a shout of his name as he peppers kisses on your clavicle and up to your ear. Mumbling praises in your ear, he continues to thrust into your wet warmth that spasms around him, setting off his release with a growl.

It's quiet for a while, peaceful despite harsh pants as you both try to come down from your high. Staring into each other's eyes that shine with the warm glow of the light by the bed and are full of so much love it's almost gross if anyone could see you right now. Just as Soonyoung's about to pull out and flop down beside you, a startling bang from the other side of your wall causes the two of you to flinch and freeze in place.

"Would y'all shut the fuck up?! No one needs or wants to hear your nasty sex!"

Your husband scoffs in disdain at your neighbors' complaints and shouts back before you can stop him. "Not my fault I can make love to my wife better than you could even dream of fucking yours!"

The couple falls silent and you smack him lightly on the shoulder even as you bite your lip to try and keep the laughter at bay. "Babe, I told you they would say something!"

Soonyoung can read you like a book and shoots you a smug smile, shifting his hips teasingly because he is still deep inside your cunt. "What do you say, baby, you up for giving them another show? We have all night after all." He gloats at your gasp when he pulls a little bit out, the mixture of your releases creating a filthy squelch even your neighbors could probably hear. "And I had a point to prove to you anyways, didn't I?"