#there are disadvantages to not remembering

[tasteracha]

a/n: hey @chvnnie remember when you asked me to write this like a year ago? i did it. inspired by that one skzcode clip of seungmin teasing felix and felix getting pissed off. warnings: seunglix x afab!reader, meanish dom felix, sub seungmin, smut - MINORS DNI.

you’re woken up by jarring voices, the tv that had been providing you background noise for your slumber having gone to sleep shortly after you did. it takes you a moment to identify the sounds, your brain coming online a few moments after your heart, beating rapidly in your chest from being kicked out of unconsciousness so abruptly. 

“you don’t have to be so fucking mean all the time,” you register felix’s voice first, a dangerousness hiding in his dark tone that doesn’t come out often. he’s usually so positive even when he’s in a bad mood, optimism cracking away at any negative emotions in a way you admire. 

“i wasn’t being mean,” seungmin scoffs in return, and you can hear him walking down the hallway towards the living room where you laid with bated breath. “you’re just being sensitive, lix.”

oh, he’s done it now. 

seungmin sees you first, a blinding smile taking over his face as he walks over to you to run a hand through your hair. you relax into his touch, relishing in the comfort while knowing that a fight was about to break out soon - you knew the difference between felix being sensitive and being genuinely angry. 

right now, even without seeing his face, you knew it was the latter. 

felix walks into the room and you swear he looks six feet tall, standing with his arms crossed and a look on his face. it makes you shiver though it isn’t directed at you, and it goes unnoticed by seungmin even though his hand is still buried in your hair - he was too occupied with smirking at felix, pouring gasoline into a fire that was already blazing towards the ceiling. 

you know what they say, play with fire and you’ll get burned. you hope that seungmin was prepared for what is about to occur. 

“you want me to take care of this, lix?” you ask, your role of Professional Seungmin Tamer coming increasingly more natural as the days went on. it is a last ditch effort to calm the flames. 

“no,” felix’s jaw is set in a hard line, and you can see his teeth grinding together. “i’ll take care of him myself.”

“take care of him myself,” seungmin mocks, snickering to himself for a moment before choking around it from the sudden feeling of felix’s hand around his jaw. felix has moved like a ghost, crossing the room in quick strides and covering seungmin’s body with his own in a silent motion. seungmin’s hand falls from your hair, reaching up to wrap around felix’s wrist - not moving it away, but rather bracing himself against the storm.

seungmin is usually taller than felix, but he’s left looking up at him because of how his knees buckle. despite his clear disadvantage, seungmin lets out a growl at felix’s touch.

“awh, you going to bark for me?” felix coos at him, not an ounce of warmth behind his words. “puppy.”

“you wish,” seungmin hisses out, the breath leaving him completely when felix tightens his grip on his jaw and uses the other one to brace the back of his neck, trapping seungmin completely against him. 

“how can you say that when i can tell you want me so bad already?” felix says, looking something wicked as he wedges a thigh between seungmin’s legs. from where you are you can’t see the younger man’s crotch but you’re certain that his jeans are tented with arousal; your own core was starting to pulse with heat just from watching them, despite you not being touched by either of them. 

“i don’t want you,” seungmin scoffs, trying to turn his face out of felix’s grip and failing. he was lying; seungmin always wanted felix, but nine times out of ten it was on his own terms. you can only imagine how fast seungmin’s head was spinning right now at the sudden change in dynamics. 

watching seungmin twitch his hips against felix’s thigh was maddening. this is the first time you’ve seen felix take control of seungmin like this. maybe felix would make seungmin ride his thigh - that was something you’d be delighted to see. 

“then why are you so hard?” felix’s mouth twists into a grin, wicked and sharp, as he presses his leg further forward, putting pressure on seungmin’s cock and making him moan. 

seungmin, for all his false bravado, submitted beautifully and easily when it was for you. it didn’t surprise you that he did it for felix too, but the sight of his muscles losing their tautness all at once was something to behold. he falls into felix’s arms, boneless and grinding his hips in little circles against the older’s thigh, the fight drained out of his body as quickly as it had arrived.  

“i hate you,” seungmin mutters weakly against felix’s chest as he chases a high he must know he won’t be allowed just yet. the fight left his body, not his mouth, evidently. 

“you’re just making this worse for yourself with every word,” felix chuckles, dry and mean, as he turns seungmin around and pushes him roughly forward. seungmin stumbles and throws a glare over his shoulder, but the effect is lost when he continues to let felix manhandle him. 

“baby,” felix calls out to you, his tone shifting to warmth instantly. you perk your head up and you can’t suppress the shiver that wracks through your body as he cocks his head towards the bedroom while leading seungmin there, a clear invitation to join them for whatever felix was planning to do. you’re on your feet before you can blink, anticipation burning through your veins. 

you have to pause and take a deep breath when you reach the door frame before going in; you knew that what was about to happen was like a fantasy pulled from the deepest depths of your mind. when you gather the nerve to peek inside, seungmin is already naked on the bed, his bottom lip hidden between his teeth as felix fastens his wrists to the headboard with the soft ropes that typically adorn his own. 

“open your mouth,” felix digs his fingers into seungmin’s lips, ignoring how the younger thrashes against the bonds keeping him in place. felix leans forward so that he’s kneeling over seungmin and slides his free hand into his dark hair, scratching softly at his scalp before curling his fingers into a fist and pulling.  “this is all the lube you’re getting, so unless you want me to fuck you dry you’d better do as i say.”

the words sound unpracticed as they spill out of felix’s lips, but seungmin’s lips part with a gasp nonetheless. he chokes on the digits as felix explores his mouth, reaching every crevice and swiping around his annoyingly white teeth. his fingers coming out glistening with saliva, wet and dripping as he lines them up with seungmin’s hole. 

felix opens seungmin up brutally, sliding two fingers in and cooking them up with a look of satisfaction on his face when seungmin jumps. it was a caricature of their usual dynamic, with felix typically melted into the sheets as seungmin uses him however he sees fit. felix finds seungmin’s spot with practiced ease, letting out a laugh when seungmin cries out at the intense pleasure. he avoids it after, scissoring his fingers almost clinically, teasing seungmin with the sensation that is so close but that he won’t be granted.

contrary to his claim, felix squirts a generous amount of lube on his cock once he undresses before he pushes in slowly, letting seungmin feel the drag of every inch. the younger’s breaths come out in violent shudders, and as you step closer to look his pupils are almost completely blown over his irises, barely a hint of chocolate brown to be seen. 

felix presses a kiss to seungmin’s forehead when he bottoms out, the gentlest touch he’s given him since he started. it shows how spaced out seungmin is that he leans up into the touch, craving felix’s touch like he would starve without it. seungmin’s eyes are glassy, a spaced out expression taking over his face that you’ve never seen before. he tends not to let his guard down, even during the most intimate moments that you share, and you hope that you get to witness this again. 

felix keeps a steady pace, dragging out slowly before pushing back in with a snap, driving seungmin further up the bed with every movement. 

“love?” felix calls out, and both you and seungmin make a noise. you know that felix was talking to you only when he ignores seungmin completely, continuing to snap his hips, pulling breathy whines from seungmin with every thrust. “will you come here?”

he says it like a question but your body thinks of it as a command as you float over to him, stopping just inches from the bed. felix unfastens seungmin’s wrists from the headboard, keeping them pinned together, and pulls him up. he turns him and wraps his arms around his chest until they are both kneeling upright, flush against one another. his cock remains buried inside of seungmin the whole time and you can’t help but give him a look of impressed approval. he looks pointedly at you and then the space he cleared out in front of seungmin in response, and you flush as you kick off your sweatpants and climb into the bed, laying on your back. 

when did felix learn how to tell you what to do with just a look? you didn’t know where this was coming from, but you loved it. 

felix places seungmin gently onto you with the carefulness that you expected from him on any other day. if it weren’t for him not wanting to crush you with seungmin’s weight, you were sure he would have thrown the younger onto the bed with little to no thought. seungmin settles against you like he belongs there, nuzzling his face into the juncture between your shoulder and your neck, and you can feel how hot his cheeks are against your skin. his cock settles between your thighs, hard and rigid, and you let out a sympathetic hum when felix stops him from rutting up against you. he reaches around seungmin and lines the younger man up against your hole, a little clumsy with his movements, and you can feel his leaking cock twitch against you. 

felix pushes seungmin into you with a snap of his own hips, driving himself deep into seungmin as he gets buried into you in one motion. the moans you and seungmin let out harmonize into the thick air, the scent of sex swirling with the noises in a colorful kaleidoscope. the colors burst into fireworks as felix sets a fast pace, pleasuring the both of you so naturally. 

felix leans past seungmin to kiss you over the younger’s head, and seungmin keens at the sight of it. he’s sandwiched between the two of you, chasing pleasure from every angle, and witnessing the two people he loves most in the world make out on top of him - you’re not sure that he can even think in coherent sentences right now. with his cock surrounded by your tight heat and felix’s own ramming into him, you’re surprised he can even keep his eyes open. you know that this is the moment where he surrenders himself to felix completely. 

you reach your limit faster than you ever have, your clit untouched and throbbing; just the obscene sight of seungmin being used between you and felix is enough to bring you to the brink of pleasure.  

“seung- lix, can’t,” you gasp out, every push of felix’s hips driving seungmin’s cock further into you, making you jolt - it’s too much. 

if it’s too much for you, you can’t imagine what it’s like for seungmin.

you thought that felix would take pity on you and let you finish, too focused on punishing seungmin, but instead he pulls out of the younger man and pulls him out of you with a harsh pull. 

seungmin all but wails at the loss, bucking his hips down onto the mattress. you hadn’t realized how close he was, too lost in your own high, but his brow was pinched and his lips were twisted just right to tell you that he was. 

“please, please,” he begs, flipping himself over to kneel in front of felix. “let me come, please.”

“you think you deserve to after what you did today?” felix looks down at him, eyes cold as ice. your own neglected orgasm was brushed away by the sight of seungmin begging. he was usually too proud to beg, too in control of situations to even need to, but in this moment he was completely helpless to felix’ whims. 

“i’m sorry,” seungmin loses control over the tears brimming in his eyes, fat tears dripping onto his cheeks. “‘m sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to-”

he falls forward into felix’s chest, entire body shaking with his shuddering breaths, and you see felix falter for the first time tonight. he looks at you with slight panic, the coldness melting away into affection towards the man crying into him, and you simply nod at him. you know what to do, you blink. you can do this, you smile. 

“puppy,” felix shushes him, running a hand down seungmin’s spine. “it’s okay. you’re being so good for me now, right? my good boy.”

“‘m good,” seungmin hiccups into felix’s chest, nodding his tears into felix’s skin. 

“you’re sorry, and you’ve been punished, right?” felix coos at him, trailing his blunt fingernails up and down seungmin’s back. “you’re alright.”

“i can come?” seungmin’s words come out nasally from his tears. 

“yes, puppy,” felix moves his thigh so that it’s between seungmin’s legs, trapping his weeping cock against the flexed muscle there. “take what you need.”

seungmin whines out a broken thank you and starts his hips at a rapid pace, chasing the high that he had been denied over and over. you lose count of the sniffles, whines, and moans he lets out, but you can tell exactly when he comes because his entire body seizes and his throat constricts around a high keen. 

felix strokes his back through it, shushing him and pressing gentle kisses to his cheeks and face. you can’t help but smile at the gestures, a little overwhelmed at how naturally felix fell into this rhythm.  your smile freezes when his own turns sharp, and he winks at you before flipping seungmin over and sliding back into him. he pushes seungmin down onto the bed and the push of hot breath he puffs out at the impact hits your forgotten cunt. felix pushes one hand down onto seungmin’s nape as he fucks back into him, chasing his own high and nurturing your own. 

you can feel seungmin’s lips trembling against your core with every thrust, his body pushing up against yours until he’s trapped between your legs. he licks at you un uncoordinated motions, but it’s enough. a few beats of time later, between the harsh slaps of felix’s thighs hitting seungmin’s ass and seungmin reaching up to squeeze his hands around your thighs, you come with a content sigh. your legs tighten around seungmin, keeping him close as your hips jerk against his mouth, and the sounds of felix coming are drowned out by the blood rushing through your ears. 

the next few moments pass by like snapshots, blurred images separated by shocks of camera flutter, and by the time your brain catches up with your body you’re laying down in a new position. your head is pillowed on felix’ chest, him sandwiched between you and seungmin, the latter’s fingers tangled between yours. 

“what the hell just happened,” you blink a few times, jaw almost dropping open when you see the utter contentment on felix’s face. 

“i think i discovered something new,” felix’ voice is languid, rumbling against your ear like a muted symphony. 

“if this is what it takes for you to learn things, we need to piss you off more often,” you tease, teasing a finger around felix’s nipple just to hear him hiss and see the soft glare he sends towards you. like a kitten. 

a puppy and a kitten; what were you going to do with these boys?

“speak for yourself,” seungmin mumbles from felix’s other side, coming back to himself slowly. he glances blearily at you, and his drying tear tracks and red rimmed eyes make him look so incredibly beautiful. “i can’t move a single one of my limbs.”

[passionatelyxlust]

The other Princes did not understand their close relationship, and how could they when what they were for each other was designed by the King's hands? Lust had no inkling why the devil bothered creating them as twins when he and Gluttony held no purpose in the grand scheme of the kingdom like the others, he was a demon Prince of Hell, not a telepathic mind reader glimpsing into the King's thoughts. "Gluttony." If Lust thought about it, really thought about it, he will see where this dark madness slowly spreading in him at the mere mention of their King and his evil misdeeds against his twin would land him in a compromising position. He attempted seeing this from Gluttony's perspective, in fact, he witnessed the clear exhaustion with the other male that he didn't associate with his gossiping sibling since before leaving. The pang struck Lust right through the middle of his chest, a beneficial connection from the bond, but an unfortunate disadvantage if either tried keeping an emotional secret from the other which they ever rarely did. "I know, okay, I know coming back means the time and effort dragging Azriel away is in vain. You don't need to tell me she will raise Hell herself if I didn't listen and died on her watch. And as much as I love her, as much as I care about her, she doesn't get how every cell in my body is screaming in protest when we aren't at the other's side. None of them do." The Prince dropped his hands and gently grasped the other's, turning Gluttony's own hand palm facing up and focused on tracing the lines with his gaze. That act only served a reminder of his crazy suggestion to both receive matching tattoos on their palms to signify the brotherhood, but he didn't need ink to remind him of the core bond tying the two together. "If I was the one tasked with slaughtering the King, I wouldn't merely cut off his head. I would destroy all traces of him, dismantle his being, just in case he crafted a contingency plan resurrecting himself. I'd do that for you, Gluts." Lust glanced around him into the nothingness and thought of Azriel, what the demon was willing to sacrifice for the witch. Which included going against his nature. "Well, if I make Az's time worth while, I could visit you as much as I can through your dreams until we're together again. Just promise me you won't push anyone away who only want to help you. They aren't pitying you, Gluttony, remember that. And me," He paused briefly. "I'll always be here."

Gluttony knew that Lust would push back against what he said. Staying away from each other had never been in their cards– they never had to separate. They weren't meant to. Their King designed them as twins; even though they were never his favorite, they at least had each other. Now, one had to stay away under the threat of his life while the other was stripped bare of everything he was. Nothing about the situation was right, but this was the Devil they were talking about. The Prince could only shake his head as his brother continued going against his suggestion. "Lust, stop," Gluttony responded with a resigned sigh, a hand swiping over his brow. He was tired even in his own dream, a bone-weary ache rooted deep since the King stole everything from him. "Isabel is trying her best, but the King is still slowly but surely laying waste to us. She plans for you to stay put, and you know it." He knew that if their King wasn't truly distracted by the bombshell on the legs of walking temptation that Isabel was, then he would be torching the world to draw Azriel and Lust out– meaning his death and that of Azriel's entire family if it meant he could have their heads. No, this was all part of it. His suffering was bait. "Who says you'll be late? There's no one I'd rather kick the King's army with than you, Lust, but I won't be able to forgive myself if you die before then." His dark gaze flicked from his brother to his own hands in shame. It was like when Pride had successfully pegged his train of thought. Gluttony had gotten so used to his voice and chatter that he was so lost without it. Unable to cope with the loss after a millennium. Coupling that with his brother not by his side? It was hard enough for the Prince to get out of bed and to the point where anything he consumed held no flavor, still and lifeless. "It's the truth," he whispered before bringing his eyes to Lust's once more, "I know what you mean. Everyone is consoling me, and I should be happy that people are even bothering, but they aren't you. I can only nod at them while wishing they'd go away and you'd be there instead. I hope Wrath cuts off the motherfucker's head soon– then you can come home for good."

[aplitvictim]

Defending my husband

Okay lowk I made this account to post all of my delicious and nutritious meta for JJBA and Trigun, but apparently my first post is gonna be about Squid Game. That's fine.

I've seen a lot of people making posts on tik tok about how useless Jun-ho is and that he didn't accomplish anything, and this is a take that has irked me because it has been in this fandom since season 1.

So, I have come on here to say: Jun-ho is not useless, he is actually very capable and smart and that the insane odds he is against are why he isn't able to accomplish much.

In season one, not only is he able to infiltrate their operation, which had been operating completely undetected for decades, but he manages to get close to the VIPs and get numerous amounts of very incriminating evidence on it, and remain undetected within their ranks for a solid chunk of time. And, once he is discovered, he doesn't get caught until the very end of the games. Had that evidence not been lost when he was yknow, shot and fell into the fucking ocean, it might have been over for the Squid Games.

(This is impressive for several reasons, the main one being we can assume no one has been able to infiltrate to the level that he has despite the fact that the games have been going on since the 80's. I think it was the 80's.)

But, in season 2 it does kinda feel like he is doing a whole lot of nothing in this season, especially because of how much he was able to accomplish in the season previous, even if it ended up being somewhat futile. All he does is fuck around on a boat and almost get blown up.

But, the first thing to note here is that it is obvious that not only the captain, but The Front Man and the other people in the game are interfering with his progress. Gi-hun's tracker was taken out and implanted on someone else the moment he entered the games, so right from the get go their operation is being tampered with.

There is then, of course, the scene where the man catches the captain meddling with their drone and consequently killing the guy who found him out, something he will very easily be able to explain away due to jun-ho and that one goofy guy's trust in him and the conditions of the weather that night.

These are all factors that hinder Jun-ho's progress, not to mention the two guys getting blown tf up on the island, which just makes things worse because now they have lost man power as well.

But, another thing that must be considered is that Jun-ho no longer has the element of surprise. In season 1, the games are simply operating as normal, because they have been doing so for years and have no reason to believe that there is someone attempting to invade their organization.

In season 2, however, they are now aware that Jun-ho has managed to infiltrate and get valuable information on them, and are now on guard and working actively to counter him, which puts Jun-ho at a disadvantage. This factor is compounded by the fact that we can assume that the captain is keeping the front man updated on all of Jun-ho's movements and plans, allowing him time to think of ways to counteract him.

The fact that the squid game executives are now working against him, and the captain being a spy, are why Jun-ho is not able to accomplish what he was in season 1.

TLDR: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP CALLING HIM USELESS THATS MY HUSBAND UR TALKING ABOUT. And I want to add that I have seen ppl calling him dumb for not noticing that the captain is shady as hell, and he definitely is, but we have to remember that this guy saved Jun-ho's life, and the only times we see him act shady are when Jun-ho is not present. So we have to remember that we the audience know more than he does, and things that are like stupid obvious to us aren't to him bc he doesn't have the information and perspective that we have.

I do hope we get to see him being more bad ass in season 3, and I hope we get more interaction between him and the front man bc if there is one thing that makes me fold and kill myself its fucked up siblings on opposite sides of a conflict. anyways rant over. hate on capitalism or whatever

[smoozie]

Okay I want to say, I LOVED this gimmick. It was cute and fun, gave everyone some more resources to prep with and (for the most part) didn't have too deadly of consequences (from the povs I've seen). The most interesting part, however, was just what questions the ccs did and did not know.

I was justing thinking about this the other day, ironically. I think a lot of people assume the ccs remember a lot more of the series than they do simply because they lived through it, but I think the fans in general are more aware of things because we tend to rewatch seasons. And that was proven correct today. Most ccs play through a series and forget most of the details right afterward.

[moonilit]

really thinking about how Dick pulled off his acting abilities to their 110% to fake being different lovers for kory for the sake of maintaining his secret identity and relationship with her, like its hilarious, do you think kory have a picture book of all her lovers (dick) and showed them to his sibs and they use it as ammo lmao

[fisheito]

@trainto1925 coincidentally i have just arrived

The soft ones ARE choosing violence 🥰

[heshemejoshi]

just drew these two critters from memoryyyyy

bonus sketch comic below. from my blue rescue team playthrough:

[girl-hwat]

what’s with all these villains calling jamie stupid— like what did he do to you??

he’s about to beat your ass, but that’s neither here nor there

[beeapocalypse]

returning to an ancient payday guy idea. circus lion mask. cheery veneer over a lifetime of familial abuse + exploitation that ended in extreme violence

[randanopterix]

Did you guys like that Jake Lee vs Yuki Yoshioka match

[lunapwrites]

And not two minutes after posting that sad lad post, I'm hiding under my bed trying to scare the shit out of my partner because teehee

No but really I'm posting this from under the bed. I am actively in wait as we speak. Like you know that voiceover video of the little spider burying himself in sand? That is me. I am that spider.

[middle-name-queer]

Look I know everyone on Fox News are assholes but I CANNOT get over one of the last clips I happened to overhear a bit ago about trans women getting into- get this- boxing. The sport where matches are generally decided by weight class. So regardless of background the opponents are working with the same amount of weight. And, of course, the object is to beat each other up faster

"Just wait until someone gets hurt", I don't know which of those dumb jokers said it but it's been driving me up a wall. Imagine having that poor of an argument you say - about boxing- just wait until someone gets hurt, then you'll be sorry.

Oh yes, god forbid anyone ever gets hurt while boxing, a notoriously safe pass time that never results in injury 👂🤡

[vine-black]

It's been wonderful seeing you back on my dash, and I'm glad to know you're (hopefully) feeling a bit better -hugs- What are you excited about next year? What's giving you hope right now?

Hey you! Thank you for checking in with me. I am feeling a bit better (emotionally and spiritually, physically I currently have the worst flu I've had in like a year but I'll get over that haha). To answer your question though, I think I'm excited for possibility. Like, I'm also terrified of possibility, because everything could go horribly wrong. I'm an anxious person and that's my mind's automatic, rancid mantra. But...I'm hopeful because I'm still here. Life can be really, truly painful. Hard and hurtful and harrowing - but I'm still here. Not only am I still here, but I've learned through this winnowing that lots of other things are also still here. Maybe some of those things have always been there? There are people in my life that care about me in ways I didn't think I deserved. I am capable of doing things I thought I would never be able to do. I'm funny and adaptable and capable and just really embarrassingly human in the exact same ways all the people I love also are which is beautiful to think about sometimes.

I think there's a lot of my life, even well into my adulthood where I felt like a kid in the back seat of their parents car. Along for a ride I had very little say in, keeping myself distracted until...it ends? Who knows. I feel now that I don't really have the luxury of living that way, I've had to be here on purpose a lot more. I've had to ask myself a lot of questions about the kind of person I want to be, and how I want to spend the time I have left. This has made me think a lot about what it means to worship Death and to still, every stupid little day I wake up, I put on my stupid little pants and very politely say to Him: "not yet".

I'm excited to be alive on purpose.

Anyway, I'm really happy you sent this ask! Its nice knowing I'm a pleasant part of someone's day.

[gibbearish]

like theres not a lot of games im REALLY good at so when there are ones i latch on super hard. and boy have i latched on to this one

[deregirls]

Hey if u gonna reblog splatfest posts from me and be toxic in the comments/tags pls just reblog them from source or something. I literally think it's so stupid to even jokingly be toxic at this point, especially in this case bc Shiver fans are straight up being told they're racist and being sent gore.

[companionsofusall]

[id: tweet from Lydia Sigwarth, @LibraryLydia: when you were 11 did you hand-write 3 chapters lf the first book of a planned trilogy and then completely forget about it until you discovered the notebook as an adult and were horrified or were you normal. End id]