#i really fucking hope they do becaue it makes sense

[legendofthe3divas]

i don’t want to get your hopes up but

🚨 it’s rumoured that the girls will come back for a reunion in 2026 for their 15th anniversary

and this makes sense soo i’m just hoping that it does happen but who knows

#let’s hope for the besssttt #i really fucking hope they do becaue it makes sense #but i won’t get too annoyed if they don’t #it’s only a rumour #little mix #jade x leigh anne x perrie #littlemix #leigh anne pinnock #perrie edwards #jade thirlwall #leigh anne little mix #little mix updates #leighanne pinnock #reunion #2026

[mikasas-biggestwhore]

Attack on Titan characters and their butts ‼️‼️‼️‼️

This was a random conversation between me and a friend of mine and I decided that our opinions needed to be shared with the world!

Characters: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, and Sasha

Hope y’all enjoy 💜

Eren Yeager

— I’m sorry to the Eren fans but brotha is flatter then flat. Flatter then the floor type of flat-

— HE’S GOT A INVERTED BOOTY TYPE OF FLAT😭

— Like Eren doesn’t even have fat on his butt. It’s all completely just bone so you know that poor boy is in pain whenever he manages to fall on his ass

— If you smacked his ass aint shit gonna happen and your hand is just gonna hurt. Feels like you just smacked a rock bruh

— It gets worse guys

— Eren can’s throw it back to save his life.

— You might be like “What’s the point if he doesn’t have a ass?” Okay sure but even if you don’t got a ass it’s still nice to know how to throw it back

— ITS GETS EVEN WORSE.

— He’s tried but that poor boy is more lost then Dora the Explorer

— And before y’all start arguing the proof is all in that once scene where Eren meets up with Floch and Floch hands over that jacket to Eren.

— HIS BUTT IS MERGED WITH HIS BACK GUYS. IM SORRY.

Armin Arlert

— Okay see against popular believe Armin 100% has a fatty

— He has a very plush and squishy ass. He has the the type of ass that you could lay your head on and you would have the best sleep of your life

— He also has some jiggle along with all that plush booty. Like it definitely has its own little bounce when he walks around and whatnot

— IF YOU SMACKED HIS ASS YOU WOULD GET THE MOST SATISFYING SOUND EVER.

— See Armin has all that booty and doesn’t even know how to use it. On top of that he’s completely unaware of the fact that he has a very nice ass

— Like when he’s running upstairs or jumping around, he’s confused asf why everyone is struggling to breath. It’s because DAMN THAT ASS IS FAT

— Side note: Armin has the second biggest fatty in the survey corps ⭐️

Mikasa Ackerman

— MIKASA HAS A NICE ASS

— Okay see she definitely has a fatty but it’s a firm kinda butt. She works out and is a very muscular woman so it makes sense for her.

— I hope this also makes sense but it’s also plush but not pillow worthy like Armin’s. Like you could use it as a pillow but it’s the kinda pillow you gotta fool around with before being happy with

— Sadly Mikasa does not have any jiggle because like I said before she’s muscular. So why her ass is fat it will not bounce

— Does Mikasa know how to throw it back? Of course she does. She’s fucking Mikasa Ackerman. Oh and she throws it alright

— She could kill somebody with that ass. This is not a issue though because Mikasa is a aware that she has a ass but she never uses it at all

— Such a waste :(

— Side note: please don’t slap her ass she’ll break your hand and arm. I know from experience 🤕(I’m delusional as all hell.)

Jean Kirstein

— Got me apologizing again except this time to the Jean stans

— Jean is as bad as Eren bro

— They are both painfully flat like the only difference is that Jean got a smidge more fat then Eren does

— If you smacked his ass, it would still feel like hitting rocks regardless. I'm sorry guys.

— If it makes y'all feel better Jean knows how to throw it back. He probably figure it out by accident somehow 💀

— It’s just that he’s ass at throwing ass. So he doesn’t do it a lot it all

— He’s just embarrassed to do it because he’s really trying his best but he’s practically as bad as Eren-

— He wouldn’t be caught dead shaking his ass in public but if he was messing around with just Sasha and Connie he is definitely twerking

— They support him the whole time <3

— He’s twerking horribly but he’s got the spirit. (He hates to admit it but he asks Connie for tips)

Connie Springer

— Guys unfortunately Connie is also apart of the flatty patty party with Eren and Jean

— HOWEVER Connie absolutely works with it

— HIM AND SASHA THROW IT BACK TOGETHER ALL THE TIME

— Connie does it as a joke really because he is aware that he doesn't have anything but that is not gonna stop him at all

— When Connie twerks ain’t shit moving but you can’t tell him that

— He will throw his ass like he has the fattest ass on this earth and will swear up and down that his ass gave a little jiggle when he moved it a certain way

— Connie’s ass possibly giving a little jiggle has definitely caused arguments between Sasha and Connie 💀

— “Dude did you guys see that?! My ass jiggled! My ass is basically as big as Sasha’s!”

Sasha Braus

— Let’s get one thing straight

— THIS GIRL GOT THE TWO B’S (BOOTY AND BOOBS)

— Like outta all the girls in the servey corps she got them all beat.

— Another thing is that Sasha is fully aware of what she has and happily uses her gift from God. (That’s how she fr rizzed up Niccolo)

— Her thing is that she loves to act clueless around everyone knowing good and well they are all suffering as she runs up stairs

— Truthfully she does it because she thinks it’s absolutely hilarious. Watching someone face turn red of them getting choked up because she bent over really give her a kick

— Now see Sasha’s ass is on the same level with Armin’s. Her ass is very plush and soft enough to be pillow for you to rest your head and have a heavenly sleep

— Does it jiggle? FUCK YEA IT DOES

— Sasha’s ass does a little bounce with each step she takes while walking. LORD HAVE MERCY WHEN SHES TAKING THE STAIRS

— Sasha gonna hurt them with the type of ass she has

— STAN BIG BOOTY SASHA ✊🏽

Y’all Imma have to make a part 2 ✋🏽😭

All this booty talking got me wanting to eat a piece of cake because gahdamn

#aot headcanons #attack on titan #anime #eren yeager #attack on titan eren #eren aot #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan mikasa #mikasa aot #armin alert #armin aot #jean kirstein #jean aot #connie springer #aot connie #sasha attack on titan #sasha braus #shinzou wo sasageyo #snk eren #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #writing #ao3 #headcanons #mikasa headcanons #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #jean headcanons #snk sasha

[catboyolli]

✨ the EXIT EMOTIONS track by track review no one asked for ✨

but i'm still gonna do anyway because i'm a highly opinionated woman

When Blind Channel said "oh yeah, we're totally gonna go heavy in our next album" I didn't fucking think they were talking about the theme and the lyrics lmao (fuck you, honestly), buuuuut the album really sounds heavier compared to LOTSAD, which I very much appreciate.

I loved the album and the direction they're taking musically, even if it seems that they're scared of the number 3. Or maybe they're alergic to it, who knows. But yeah, I'm greatly pleased by this album, it's now one of my favorites from them. I just wish the songs were a bit longer.

Thoughts below (WARNING: it's very long and yeah, I talk shit about some of the songs 💀)

WHERE'S THE EXIT

I love the way this track starts, it has a nice riff and Niko's agressive rap had me so hooked. I honestly don't know what happened after that. I'm gonna guess that Aleksi was tired at 3 AM and mixed parts of other two unrelated songs into this one, because to me the song as a whole doesn't make fucking sense. It's all over the place, trying to be a mix of everything but falling short.

The lyrics of the first verse are cool (especially the blowfish part, I think they liked the concept of a morningstar a bit too much, which is understandable because those are fucking cool), but something has to be said about this:

I've been making enemies out of rockstars All those friends with benefits out of popstars

huh??? enemies out of rockstars????? and 4 out of 6 of y'all are in long term relationships wdym friends with "benefits out of popstars"? get out of here 💀

2. DEADZONE

This is clearly a track engineered to get radio plays, they worked with Johnny Andrews, who produced some singles of the two latest Motionless In White albums.

A perfect track, well rounded, nothing is missing. It has the Blind Channel Big Chrorus™, cool guitars, growls, and Niko and Joel's voices compliment each other so fucking well. I like it a lot and it's giving them their success in the US, so I'm happy with this one.

3. WOLVES IN CALIFORNIA

DHFGBYURGDNGDJK whose idea was to add the "wolf" sound effects? 😂

This one is fun and catchy, the scratching and the riff are cool, and Niko's rap is so fucking on point (I think he said somewhere in an interview that Jason from FEVER333 helped him with the rap in the album, which tracks because he's also credited as a writer in this song, and would you look at this picture of them together in the California house, with a big-ass dog? Zakk Cervini is also credited and boy, when you see the bands he produced for it makes sense why this is a good fucking song.)

The bridge gives me Reincarnate by Motionless in White vibes, and it's my favorite part of the song by far. Also the lyrics are so fucking fun, like:

Back home we used to be the fucking black sheep, sweet Now they calling us a flagship Straight outta Hell - sinking

Amazing, fun, a great track overall *chef kiss* I'd say I can see myself in the middle of a moshpit if they play this song when I (eventually) see them live.

4. XOXO

I'm gonna say that this is Niko's album becaue holy shit, y'all, he's on fucking fire with the screaming and the rapping and the lyrics and the everything. The chorus is another Blind Channel Big Chrorus™ and guys from From Ashes to New fucking delivered too.

And let's not forget about that breakdown, which sure, isn't that big or heavy compared to what other bands can do, but coming from Blind Channel and what we're used to get from them, it's a fucking lot. I hope they do something like this again, because it's one of my top tracks in the album for sure.

5. KEEPING IT SURREAL

This isn't doing it for me, the guitar riff is cool but there's something missing. It makes sense that if you make an album to be played live you are going to need a song that is a bit slower, for both their sake as performers and for the audience. But I don't know, it didn't blow my mind like other songs, maybe I need to give it a few more listens.

Oh, and the transition from the bridge to the last chorus is underwhelming. I was expecting something more after the "please don't", but it never came.

The lyrics are cool tho.

6. DIE ANOTHER DAY

The mandatory ballad of the album, I'll admit I didn't listen to it that much after it was released because I didn't like RØRY's vocals in the verses (and I still don't). It's somewhat good, but it's not at a Bad Idea or Feel Nothing or Enemies with Benefits level of good, y'know.

The lyrics hit you like a truck.

(If you need to ask, yes, I'm still salty about the music video with just the singers and that adds to my dislike of the song).

7. PHOBIA

I am incredibly angry at this song because it has fucking power chords (that reminds me of some Nightwish songs, I wish I could pinpoint exactly which one) and Niko's amazing growls FOR ONLY TWO VERSES. It should be a crime to make a song that starts like the EDM summer remix of a radio friendly song and a catchy chrous, and that then gives you a very brief taste of something really fucking good, to take it away after, like 10 seconds.

I mean, I can't complain when the band has EDM Teen Sensation Alex Mattson in their lineup, but like with WHERE'S THE EXIT it feels like two unrelated songs mixed in one.

Again, deep lyrics, but the music isn't doing it for me.

(It's weird that tracks 5 to 7 were written with Dan Lancaster, who is a well known producer that has been working with Bring Me The Horizon, and yet... I'm not convinced of any of the songs. I wonder why.)

8. HAPPY DOOMSDAY

The relief I felt upon hearing this song can't be described. I don't have that much so say because it has been released a while back and I listened to it a lot, but I like it. It's a good song, like finding salvation in the middle of the trainwreck that are the three previous songs.

9. RED TAIL LIGHTS

This song is amazing, full of energy, very beautiful very powerful. The line "red tail lights is all I got" could be a jingle on a commercial, don't ask me why but it gives me that vibe. It's not missing anything, it combines all of Blind Channel's elements in such a flawless way and it left me very pleased. Niko rapping with the heavy riff killed it again.

I only have one question: why is the guitar solo so fucking short? 10 more seconds wouldn't have killed anyone 🙄

10. NOT YOUR BRO

GUYS. GUYS GUYS GUYS. This one is my absolute favorite in the album, oh my god. These petty motherfuckers can make bangers when they're fueled by rage and spite (at least this time it isn't against the music industry lmaoooo). There's something very 2000ish about the way they sing the chorus and some of the melodies, I swear I heard something like this but less heavy when I was a child and I love it so fucking much. Another perfect song blending everything this band is, and it was produced with just Johnny! To me it's proof that they don't need to go after other songrwiters/producers to make a fucking great track.

BUT OH MY GOD THE BRIDGE!!!!!!!!! NFGJHBJGVDEHNNBY FUCKING AMAZING, I LOVE THIS BAND SO MUCH. THIS IS THE KIND OF PART WHERE I CAN'T HIDE MY HUGE ASS SMILE. IF THEY PLAY THIS LIVE AND I GET TO SEE IT I'M GONNA GO SO FUCKING HARD AND 100% BE JOEL FALLING OVER THE BARRICADE DURING ZITTI E BUONI IN ESC2021 I SWEAR.

I need them being dramatic as fuck while playing this song. I desperately need to see what the live visuals will look like because there's a lot they can do. And I need a music video to go with this song.

I don't understand why this wasn't released as a single and was placed 10th in the album. The people who clocked out after track 7 are missing on such a great gem of a song.

11. FLATLINE

I listened to this one a lot, I love the electronic music vibes it gives, overall it's a great song to listen to and to play live. I gotta say that their stupid cringey dance kiiiiiiiinda ruined the song for me when it was released, but I've been learning to appreciate it a lot more lol

12. ONE LAST TIME... AGAIN

It's a good song to close the album, I liked it a lot too! The verses and the first part of the bridge gives me vague The Weeknd vibes, I don't know if it's the way it's sung or what, but it was the immediate comparison my brain came up with. And the second part of the bridge is fucking cool.

I'm happy we get to hear about the band's breeding kink, because what else could these lyrics mean? 😏

Come insidе One last time again One last time again

I'm happy with the album. I preordered both the LP and the CD without second thoughts and now I'm glad I didn't waste my money LMAO. Congratumothafuckinglations, Blind Channel.

If you made it this far and you still don't want to throw me from a high cliff, I love you and thank you for the patience 💕💘💗💕💘💘

Have some cookies, you deserve it:

#okay this took me basically 4 hours but how do i tag this #and do i want it to show up on the main tag? probably not #I have Opinions™

[starrycassi]

I was talking with a friend about buying earrings, then the conversation went to our poor money management, and then;

Neil as an

✨ accountant ✨

Idk if for the foxes OR the raven

Let's do ravens first because I clearly have a serious favoritism over Raven!Neil out of all aus

Yes this could be serious HOWEVER I feel like doing silly little things

Kevin "Oh yeah ! My skin in naturally like this, I guess that all that exercise really keeps the acne away" Day vs Neil "I'm the one that has to order your five-step skin care rutin with like ten fucking different products just shut up already "

Neil is the one in charge of the diet. As a punishment, he gets the ravens a lot of fast food

"Oh you want to be the best? Well, play with sugar induced energy and nothing but that this week. YES SANDOVAL THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR POOR PERFORMANCE. EVERYONE FUCKING CLAP AT HER"

He's a player too but no one is quite sure of how's captain, either him or riko

Riko "we are engaging in a all sea food diet this month to experiment with omega 3 and-"

Neil "No, we aren't. If you do that the only thing we'll be experimenting is a shortage on the amount of money the little lord allows to use in food and I am SO not about to start balancing everything out AGAIN. You can stick to the normal food and have sushi like at weekends"

Neil is also the accountant of his father's business so he's quite important for Ichiro, yk

What I'm saying is: Ichiro and Neil brother-ish relationship is everything I do because I love THEM.

Ichiro calls Neil like one day after Riko turned sixteen and goes "Do we have enough money to buy him a car?"

Of fucking course they do but Ichiro enjoys putting the boys against each other because life is hard kiddos.

Neil sighs very loudly and answers "We can afford the car. What we can't afford is having him crash it around time and time again so he first needs driving lessons"

Riko's right there the whole conversation.

So basically, Riko and Neil have the same power but not the same "assignments"

Because Neil can be a fucking figth-starter but he's also really good at maths

Riko is crazy. Plainly and simple (no it's not so simple I want to analize him around like a piece of broken glass)

Jean "Nat, I need new clothes for the upcoming banquet"

Neil "No the fuck you don't. You need some sewing classes and that's all"

He's so done half the time

"KEVIN AND DEREK, STOP SLAMMING EACH OTHER AGAINST THE WALL IN THIS INSTANT. YOU HAVE BIG DICK'S WE GET IT. THOSE HELMETS ARE NEW. IF YOU WANT TO DO THAT, TAKE THE FUCKING HELMET OF AND KILL EACH OTHER ALREADY I'LL BE CHEAPER TO FIND TWO NEW PLAYERS THAN TWO NEW HELMETS BIG ENOUGH TO FIT INTO THOSE HEAD OF YOURS"

"... we're going to stop right now—"

Neil, very late at night, broke into Kevin and Riko's room with a coffee on hands: "Riko. Riko, I don't care about your bullshit. No, look at my face, do I look like I give a fuck? 'cause I don't. Stop fucking torturing the god-damn players. The medical bill is almost as high as the other ones fucking mixed. I understand you have some weird fetishes and such but keep them out of the fucking court"

Riko, still half asleep: "It's about showing power, ownership, punishment, it's about control and-"

Neil, now wishing he was dead: "I'm sure your brother will be happy knowing that you're damaging the property of the Main Branch because you want to get a boner. Find some good porn and stop making this so weird. Good night Kevin, I hope you have some good earphones

Neil, 3 am, should be asleep but Jean is having a moment ™ because of his claustrophobia: "Ichiro this is ridiculous. We are not going to paint everything black AGAIN. It makes us need more AC money because it's so fucking hot in here. It's also such a weird color to find and so fucking pricey and for WHAT? it makes no sense to have it everywhere. It looks good on a suit not in the whole fucking room"

Ichiro, 3:30 am, should be asleep but his little brother is having a moment ™ of ranting because of some stupid color: "But do you understand that I don't even care about that? Talk with Kengo or something. Don't call me at this hours again unless someone is dying or I'll cut your throat open"

The idea is just so funny to me

"Nat, can we have for dinner some-" "Absolutely not. I don't know what you want but no. I refuse to. I saw your credit card score last month. So many lube and condoms, now go eat that shit if you're so hungry.

"Nat there's a man with a gun searching for u in the university saying that he's your faithful servant" "...shit, I confused my address and my dad's again"

"Why are there so many different dresses in my doorstep on a box, Junior?" "Why are there so many different knives on a package for you, nat?" "I really need to get better with addresses"

#should I continue this? probably #i Always get idea like .5 seconds before going to sleep #aftg #aftg au #raven!neil #aftg and my insomnia #I'll do the foxes some day #i guess

[actualyoyo]

Why kirishima ejirou would relate to Mary z by mc cafferty

As we know eji was “emo” in middle school and as some one who listens to “emo” kid music the probability he would know this song is high (maybe not in Japan but wtv) in highschool he would associate this song with his past especially middle school (he’s so me)

Also in this there is a lot of head cannoning (queer kirishima, bullied kirishima, mentally I’ll kirishima, kirishima likes bakugou, kirishima doesn’t like himself, etc) so BIG Tw for depressing stuff⚠️

-there came a point in my life when I became really sad. I used to be so afraid that nothing would change. So I ran to the wall. Climbing hoping I’d fall. And I mean it, I mean it that I will finally change

In middle school we know he was sad due to his quirk etc. he thought that way due to the fact he thought his quirk was useless. Wall as in wanting to be a hero, as some one who has mental issues it’s very real to do something that you know you will fail at to feel something. He wants to change (he does) to be a hero and a more out going person.

I had that look in my eye. That night I finally died. I said that everything’s scary and people will change. they leave bodies and ditch. They love quivering lips. They love violence and terror. God I hope you don’t change.

Could be referring to his scar or something, died =dying his hair, he could have been having a mental break down and dyed it. He probably got bullied and is talking about that as well as society in general would be very traumatic for a kid who is already struggling mentally. God he hopes he doesn’t change could be mostly sarcasm in his mind but we know he does have a “violent” person per say and screams a lot so he could just be having a depressed teen angst thing here.

Your so lovely well I’m so ugly. And you say softly, that you don’t want me. It’s easy to pick up you’ll never grow up. Easy to break up, my life is broken.

Could be talking about Mina and bakugou “lovely” powerful and popular, “ugly” his scar, quirk, personality etc. probably has had some issues or things that people don’t want him. Grow up could be talking about himself moving past his past. Every emo kid has had a bad e dating experience so it’s probably referring to that.

Now, lay down, brick for, I build my own house. On my own hill with out you all.

Talking about leaving his middle school peers and “building” up his quirk. Could just be more emo I hate people talk as well.

There came a point in your life when you became really sad. You used to be so afraid that nothing would change. So you ran to the wall. Climbing hoping you’d fall. And I mean it, I mean it that I will finally change. You had that look in my eye. That night I finally died. You said that everything’s scary and people will change. they leave bodies and ditch. They love quivering lips. They love violence and terror. God I hope i don’t change.

Either talking in third person or maybe about bakugou. Dreaming about bakugou caring about him dying probably. God I hope I don’t change either sarcasm or he’s talking about his current self and how he doesn’t want his future job to change him.

You're so lovely, well I'm so ugly.And you say softly, that you don't want me.It's easy to pick, fuck you'll never grow up.Easy to break up, my life is broken.Now, lay down, brick for, I build my house.On my own hill, without you all.

Same as the last one. Fuck you’ll never grow up talking about his old class mates ig

Hang with the good girls, never with the bad ones.Sleep with the hot guys, never with the nice ones.Base all my choices, off of my friendships.Wear lots of make up, don't think they notice. I am the anger, I am the motive.I am the trigger, I am the bullet.I am the Mary, I am the Zoloft.I am the last call, I am the one off

Talking about ua class mates, he wishes he wasn’t so safe and could take risks and be like a normal high schooler. Talking about the guys he likes, probably just hates his taste essp sense he is into men and a man. Also probably doesn’t want to like bakugou because he’s kinda off an ass to so many people and also his entire persona in general. Wishes he didn’t care so much about what people think of him. Make up=dyed hair, could also just be talking about make up. Talking about his hero and persona currently but also how he felt about himself and everyone around him, basically hated everything. What mary Zoloft in the writting is not clear on what it means is I’m skipping this. Last call=least favourite friend of everyone, the one you talk to when you are bored. One off= the different and worse one, the one who’s off his game all the time.

Rest of the song is repeating lyrics!

Thanks for reading! I wanna do this for so many characters and songs I have so many in my mind omg!!!! I know this is not very interesting but I enjoyed writting it sm!!!

#mha imagines #mha incorrect quotes #bakugou drabble #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #kirishima headcanon #mha x reader #denki kaminari #denki kinnie #mha denki #mha fanfiction #kirishima imagine #mha fluff #mha angst #angst #kiribaku #kirishima angst #mccafferty #mha ejirou #kirishima ejirou #tw depressing thoughts #middle school kirishima #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha angst #bnha analysis #anime and manga #anime angst

[seraphsfire]

hey y’all i know i said i was going to report back on rings of power and i knew it obviously at this point wasn’t using any lore from the text so instead I was curious what their plan was and I didn’t expect this but they fucking ruined Hobbits. I’m. Legitimately angry, which is why i just want to kind of. warn people. I don’t anticipate really posting much more about it on this blog from now on.

I dont’ mean “ruined” as in “they look stupid”. This is beyond that. They made these brandyfoots cruel.

These hobbits live in groups of caravans and are nomadic. (and as those of you who have seen footage from the first two episodes know they are also extremely dirty and have super fake irish accents which is a conversation someone less tired can tackle)

Turns out with the brandyfoots if your caravan (or you) are too slow, they literally leave you behind to die. This is an issue because Nori’s dad has a broken ankle and her and her stepmom are legitimately afraid they’ll be left behind.

Before the hobbits begin each next migration they will sit there and read out the names of the people they left behind. This is called (and i’m being 100% truthful here) being “de-caravan-ed” 

they drink and look sad about most of the people that were de-caravaned and then a name of a hobbit who was left behind because bees chased him (???) is read and then they all start laughing and say “ha ha he was a bit of an eedjit.”

Anyway all I can describe the feeling of seeing a bunch of hobbits who live by a creed of strict social darwinism and leave people behind to die and then laughing about it as taking extreme psychic damage. 

hobbits are supposed to be good and wholesome and organized around community and family. That’s what hobbits are; i don’t have to tell any of you that because it’s common knowledge. The meanest hobbits get is stealing stuff. Maybe they’ll try to play it off as “oh those people didn’t die! they’re just alone forever!” but if they did that then it doesn’t make sense that they were crying about these people and repeatedly saying that Staying On The Trail Together is the “only way” brandyfoots survived. 

I suppose it could be some sort of obscure part of tolkien lore that i’ve forgotten about some bands of hobbits leaving people behind to die when they were traveling west. If so, please tell me what it says/where because im praying they did Not just go and do this for no reason. 

I was hanging on desperately by a thread hoping for at least internal consistency in this show. I wanted to see some cool scenery maybe, but i think atp ive given up. For instance, Galadriel is rescued by a ship full of numenoreans-- which she doesn’t recognize despite their extremely distinctive armor and ship and clothing and colors. I was like okay whatever. Then they come through the fog to numenor and she’s like OMG ive heard of this place! then later she’s explaining to this guy about how “our people were like kin for generations.” 

........but she doesn’t even know what the numenoreans look like???????she couldn’t even guess based on what they looked like and where in the ocean they were???

another instance of her (and the other elves who couldn’t figure it out) being incredibly stupid is that mark of sauron left on finrod is apparently literally just a map of mordor / the southlands, where the elves were having trouble with orc rumors and stuff already. their wisest elves didn’t even guess this for thousands of years. i could go on and on about that but since they’re obviously not following any of the text, pointing that out over and over again is kind of pointless. Anyway. I know i complained a lot about the first two episodes but episode three was somehow worse? at least the lack of internal consistency within the show itself seemed more blatant this time. And then of course the hobbits having this facade of cute dirtyness (??) but actually being cruel. I think i actually would have minded it less if they had a group of hobbits that were blatantly cruel because you could say they were affected by something. But this is somehow more disturbing. Idk. 

#rings of power spoilers #yeah #negative cw #im actually stunned they'd do something this awful #long post #im so sorry anyway if you have any emotional attachment to hobbits being sweet and nice pls dont watch this and hurt urself

[uncanny-tranny]

hey, i know you get a lot of asks but i wondered if hou had any like, light you coukd shine on a situation im going through:

im trans. a genderfuck, a transsexual, blah ect. one of my sister's is trans too and she came out to my parents a bit back. i havent reallg come out. like, my mom knows im trans too but i never talk to her about it and she never asks. im not doing well for a lot of reasons but one of them is that i feel like ill be stuck living with my parents forever as a disabled kid and also my older brother is a transphobic ass and he's allowed to say whatever the fuck he wants. my mom will even agree with him sometimes even tho she claims thats just becaus she feeks she has to support him too, even if she thinks hes going down the wrong path.

to make a long story shorter, my older sister thinks i should be direct with my mom, tell her im trans, let her ask questions and shit, because my sister believes my mom woukd love to support me and im being an idiot for defining my relationshio with my mom around my brother.

but its not just that. like my ass of a brother is part of the issue but also my mom has said transphobic shit to me for ye ars way before she knew i was trans and its?? just. when my sister came out she told me how she wished my sister had waited longer and how it was so exhausting figuring things out and hos she wished my sister wasnts trans because things were going to be si hard and i LOVE being trans and i dont want to feel like my gender is just another burden on my plate. like my mom treats me more like im her therapist than her child half the time and i CANT do it. i dont want to talk to jer about my transness, i dont want to "officially" come out even if i am doing shitt on my own. its better than i was constantly around her. i dunno. am i being an ass??? or like overreacting? shoukd i just suck it up and talk with my mom?

You absolutely don't have to talk to her about this, and it's really concerning how you're being treated. I'm really truly sorry, it's fucking tough. Ultimately, it does make sense why you wouldn't talk to her about this, and I don't think it's an overreaction to see that your brother's behaviour is tolerated, I can see how you'd play it safe and assume that that tolerance is a reflection on how your mother feels.

However, please take care of yourself. You don't owe it to your family to bear your heart and soul if you aren't ready, but you owe it to yourself to do what it takes to be able to get through this. It's hard, and I hope nobody downplays how difficult it is to be in that place. But please don't believe that you deserve this, if you think so. It's easy to fall into the trap that how you're treated is how you deserve to be treated, but that's not true. I hope your family can learn to grow, but they shouldn't learn to grow at the expense of you, if that makes sense.

You're entitled to not discussing this, and it sounds like you don't want to, no? That's completely fine and not only fine but understandable. Your transness doesn't depend on your family accepting, understanding, or knowing about it. You'll always have and be entitled to a place in this community, if you'd like it. I'm really proud of you

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #i wish i could hug or fist-bump or something for some of y'all #y'all are unironically in my heart and i wish nothing but the best for you #it can get better. that is always a possibility #yes family can grow to accept and support a trans family member... #...but know that the poor treatment you have had/may have had is still real... #...yes your mother can come around to being super accepting and i hope she reaches that point... #...for the sake of you i hope she reaches that basic maturity... #...but know that your pain/grief/anger/sadness/despair/anything else still matters #you deserve the best. i hope you're well #the second paragraph isn't me trying to tell anon what they feel. i just know that being in this situation can be mentally taxing... #...and you end up wondering if you did something to deserve this (you didn't)

[corvinearcher]

The fact that GROWN ASS ADULTS were harassing me with the thought in their head that I am UNDER FOURTEEN is disgusting. They genuinely thought I was under fourteen and harassed me for really no reason. A rumor started by AN ADULT that I trace went on for about a day, before being dealt with. Then, another person *ahem* AN ADULT reblogged, commented, and messaged me, WHILE THINKING I AM A MINOR. They said that I trace, my art is shit, my art is embarrassing, and the picture above is the last thing they sent before blocking me. You homestuck veterans probably think your doing a service. It's not "your" fandom. But I guess it has to be now since you HARASS AND BULLY MINORS. MINORS. AS GROWN ASS ADULT. You're fucking sickening. It makes total sense to me now that my friends WHO ARE ACTUAL HOMESTUCK VETERANS left the fandom. Because of assholes like you. You are terrible. You spread rumors like this is fucking middle school and go to sleep proud of ruining some kids happiness. Instead of being accepting and encouraging, you decided to outright slander and attack what you think are children. How many times have you done this? How proud do you feel? I hope you genuinely feel pretty fucking good, and that this was worth it.

I know I don't have many followers. Hell, I wasn't even able to get to fifty. But to the people who did like and support my shit, thank you. YOU ar the good people we accept in the fandom. You are the reason I wanted to keep making art. But I've been fucking ran out and I can't do anything becaus tumblr continues to let this happen. I'm sorry that I tried to be happy an make content for people. Kids in the fandom apparently arent allowed to be happy. So I'm genuinely sorry. I know there isn't much of you who care, but to the ones that do, thank you. I might come back, I might not. But I did have a lot of fun. And seeing you guys comment an like on my stuff, sending me fun and nice asks, was awesome. And I'm glad you're in the fandom.

So congrats assholes, ya win. Here's your medal for harassing minors🥇

#homestuck #homestuck art #homestuck fanart #equius zahhak #equius zahhak fanart #zahhak family enthusiast

[communication-break-down]

The world looks so red today.

I hear the hellish pitter patter of the rain.

Sparks and flashes lighting up the night as I run for cover.

My perception shattered my ideals blown full of holes.

It was always going to end this way.

Trapped beneath my own skin I claw my way out of this crooked heap.

I've survived yet another day.

Whether I live the rest of my life is yet to be seen.

But as frail as I feel and as brittle as my smiles seem to be.

I try my best to look towards a better day

That atleast you can't rip away from me.

My minds a bog of thoughts and pain.

This headache doesn't seem to go away.

I trapse a minefield of broken needles and false truths.

One wrong step and their claws have me caught

Teaching me not to think

Teaching me not to question

Yet I stalk across the field with measured steps

I shan't allow my self to fall into its clutches again

The world looks so white only making the red all the brighter

The contrast sears into mind and soul the world was never morraly simple

I do not wish to die alone

God is red and white is on its own

The forest is a blur of green

Vines and branches caress my spine

A brittle comfort for the ground is still white and the sky shines oh so brightly red.

The flowers on the ground are dead

The birds in the sky don't have heads

Hell is just around the corner

Ever beyond the bend

No choice looks right and everything feels wrong.

Anger colors my world yellow a dissonant song

Those sleazy fucks refuse to answer

Time and energy down the drain

My mind wanders through the dusty rain, undeterred.

I walk towards the door, imposing white and so beautifully green.

I enter a hollow hope shining in me.

She's pink and then blue switching to an in-between

His eyes har sharp and keen.

They smile at me with to many teeth

"The answer to your question I think you allready know" It says with an amused smile not unkind

"I shan't bore you with the same old song and dance nor put on a show"

"Becaus it's simple really no one fucking knows" The being says looking upon me with flower patterned eyes.

Facing this cruel answer

The world looks so paradoxically filled with color

Black tears fall from my eyes.

Yet I can't help but smile

For to my frail emotional mind

Not knowing in a sense makes it all

Just a little bit more worthwhile.

#sleep deprivation can do wonders for someones creativity #poem #Hbomberguy is gonna end me when he finds out i didn't invent thinly veiled religios trauma. #resisting the autistic urge to info dump about the meaning of my poems to my friends on discord at 5 am #Anne is gay #why are you still reading this the post is over #go home #its Jover #its bidone #okay but i was kinda cooking with this one

[wigglebox]

I don’t go here but I’ve seen so much of the discourse on this Misha stuff on my dash that I’d like to chime in: I think what’s happened is that so many people have projected onto this actor so many incongruous things and applied to, again, this *actor* so much built up fan lore that every time reality comes crashing down, everything splinters for these fans creating a dissonance they can’t handle. “How could this ACTOR not live up to the projections and speculation I slapped on him, which he clearly has no way of possibly knowing!! He’s clearly terrible! Even though what I’m really mad at is a figment of a person I made up in my head because I have no idea who this actor is in real life!”

So much of it, respectfully, reads like that. It’s a huge trap I’ve seen fans fall into for years now- this building up a fantastical personality around someone they will never even meet, and then rock-bottom disappointment when it cracks.

It seems he does have a lot of interaction with fans through social media, but in this day and age actors, especially B-list actors, are almost required to maintain that stuff to get work and promote the jobs they get on- they kinda don’t have a choice. All social media for actors is part of their job- it’s not some sort of personal one-on-one time with anyone.

In these moments where the veneer seems to crack, I think it’s a good opportunity to adjust one’s self, as a fan, to tether back to reality. Grab onto the dissonance and let it ground you. As fans, folks do not actually know this person, nor will they ever. We don’t know him. He’s doing his job going to cons to make a little money until the next gig rolls around and bask in a little past glory hoping folks will stick around for what’s to come. It’s also a challenge keeping the balance of all that- which this incident seems to drill home. Marketing is hard, and as an actor expected to do it for yourself personally even harder. Sometimes you fuck it up a little. Ah well- live, apologize, learn, and do better next time.

Because he’s just an actor trying to keep himself relevant at the end of the day- it’s just his job. We aren’t perfect. It’s fine. Whatever.

I hope that makes sense. Please excuse the anon bc I respect how strong y’all are. Anyway, thank you for letting me write too much in your inbox.

Hey nonny! I agree with most of this, though I wouldn't characterize him interacting with us and talking to us as him just trying to make money or keep his job or just that it is his job -- if you're not in the fandom i guess maybe it's harder to see but he truly does care about his fans and gives us the time of day and actually pushes us to do better in our day to day lives and stuff.

i will say though i think this is a problem across all fandoms of people making these actors their personality, or just parasocializing a little too closely, or, in lieu of true support IRL, has latched onto him in a support kind of way. Which is fine I mean I'm a fan too -- but there does come a point we have to draw the line.

But since you're not in the fandom or anything I will say that maybe Misha relied on us a little too much too, at least publically. That is to say, both sides kinda flew too close to the sun here but I feel like as a fandom it felt worse for us because there's so many of us.

I do think we were a comfortable place for him to chat about things -- not everything but he's chatted about personal things and shares with us his journeys when learning things or wanting people to understand something, politics, charities, etc etc.

but i do think it's always important to remember at the end of the day, be it a celebrity, actor, public figure or not, he's really just a person. and even if you think he should be held to a higher standard [a standard, i may add, he likely holds himself to as well], you still have to factor in he's still a human being prone to mistakes or prone to confusion or prone to attachment and emotions and everything. like just because he has to be held to some kind of higher standard doesn't erase human nature.

i find now, a full week since this started, fandom's problems right now are mostly with each other. the misha thing is like, the middle of it or the inciting incident but we were at each other's throats since Friday night, literally. and that's on us. not on him. the man got up there and was vulnerable and read his poems and talked with us and had no idea this was happening.

i think it would be good for fandom to take a collective breath, stop being mean to each other, stop being mean to him because he's never been mean to us before and has always been kind and when he misspoke or misstepped, he's apologized and we know it's sincere because he learns and he listens.

so yeah i disagree he just does social media and interacts with us because it's his job, because he's not just an actor with an acting career he does a lot of other things and he likes community and talking with people truly -- but i agree that sometimes fandoms, across the board not just us, can get a little too much sometimes or maybe demand too much perfection or demand too much or this or another. another human being can't read your mind or be everything you need them to be. that's too much pressure, even more so when it's thousands of people doing it.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Around Your Neck

Bonus: Part 2

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader feat. Voyeur!Zemo Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, choking, metal arm kink, fingering, public sex, voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: Zemo was quite intrigued by you and Bucky fucking on his plane that he takes some bold steps when he sees you two running off to do similar activities on another one of his properties. A/N: alright! this idea actually stems from a conversation that took place in the original ‘Around You Neck’ piece. A reader (see full exchange below) threw around the idea of Zemo watching and someone second but it took me a while to actually get down how to go about this although i think i got it I THINK I DID GOOD. i enjoyed it so fingers crossed this lives up to any expectations

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Things had gotten hot and heavy between you and Bucky once again upon settling into Zemo’s place.

Once the gig was up and everyone was fully aware of your particular interest in a particular arm, you didn’t even attempt to hide your lustful gazing.

And something about that sure got Bucky going.

He pushed you against the wall of the fancy bathroom. His lips were on yours from the second he made some lame-ass excuse to pull you away from Sam and Zemo. 

Sam had chosen to ignore it, not feeling like now was the time to lecture either of you. Zemo on the other hand had watched silently as Bucky’s hand gripped the back of your neck and your thighs twitched in response before you two disappeared into the bathroom. 

You had felt Zemo’s eyes on you two as Bucky fumbled with the door before shoving you in, deepening the kiss, but you had chosen to ignore it and instead got caught up in the sensations of your boyfriend. 

Nearly everything in the world had been forgotten the moment Bucky lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his torso. He walked you carefully backward, your back hit a wall.

“You’re driving me absolutely mad,” Bucky whispered in your ear, his voice as rough and passionate as his actions. His hardness grinded into your heated core as he spoke, earning a pathetic whine from you.

“I-I haven’t done anything.” You just about giggled at the end of your claim of innocence. Bucky responded by attacking your neck with kisses, nipping and sucking as he made his way across your hot skin. 

You let out a light moan and made your own grinding actions against him. He shook his head, trying to taunt and deny you, but then little begs fell from your lips. The sweet sounds of “please” always made him absolutely weak - not that he’d ever admit it. Instead, he slowly let one hand make its way to your pants button while his metal arm held you perfectly. 

When you realized the position, you swore you could feel yourself getting wetter. Just the realization he was holding you with one arm - the metal arm - so effortlessly while his other hand started work on giving you some relief made something turn in your stomach.

Bucky must’ve realized all this as he let out a deep chuckle once he undid your pants and shoved his hand into your panties. Two fingers first started little circular motions on your clit before moving them over your soaking folds. 

He inserted the, slowly, letting you feel every inch of his fingers. “So fucking wet,” he groaned in your ear as he planted a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Haven’t even done anything yet it’s a fucking puddle in your panties. Ridiculous.”

The degrading words did not help your situation as you let out a loud gasping moan. Bucky was enjoying this, letting you be as loud as you wanted despite the others clearly in the house. You could only hope that they had decided to leave upon catching wind of what you two were up to. 

But that turned out not to be the case. 

As Bucky began adding a third finger to the mix, the bathroom door opened. At first, you didn’t even notice it. Eyes closed, your brain was only focused on getting your boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you, you were totally lost in your own world. For your super-soldier ex-assassin boyfriend, though, it was harder for him to turn his senses off. 

Abruptly, all motions stopped. Bucky lifted his head from your neck as his fingers stilled inside you. You opened your eyes unwillingly and looked down at your boyfriend. His eyes were wide as yours were furrowed in confusion. 

A heavily accented voice cut through the silence from the doorway. “Don’t stop on my account.” 

You gasped - and this time it wasn’t one of pleasure. You started wiggling, trying to get a now furious Bucky away from you. He caught on and ripped his hand from your pants. Angry but still handling you with care, his arm placed you back on the ground. You turned away from the door, trying to fix your clothes as Bucky faced the intruder. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Get the hell out.” Bucky’s voice boomed throughout the room, bouncing off every tile. 

You flinched at the sound as you turned around, presently decent. Your eyes fell on Zemo who was currently leaning against the doorframe, a stupid smirk on his face and a fire in his eyes. 

He shrugged, completely unbothered, and slowly closed the door again behind him. “Can’t a man watch what’s happening in his own home?” You and Bucky shared a questioning glance. “You two just seem to like sneaking off. Forgive me if my curiosity has peaked but this is a fascinating situation.”

“What the hell are you going on about?” You sighed, frustrated in more ways than one. 

“I’m a man who likes to know what’s going on,” he crossed his arms, “especially when it’s happening in my space.”

“I really don’t-,”

“He wants to watch,” Bucky cut you off but his eyes were still trained on Zemo’s cocky, slightly too proud stance. Your stomach unexpectedly fluttered. 

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “W-Watch?” Your voice was suddenly weak as the frustrations - the good ones - hit you again. 

“Hmm, interesting,” said Zemo as if he was casually thinking out loud. As if this was the perfect time for some brainstorming session. Your blood was boiling at his casualness.

You rolled your eyes, biting the bait that he cast like a foolish, edged woman. “What’s interesting?”

“You didn’t say no.”

You and Bucky began spewing protests to his claim. 

“I-I was in shock-,” 

“It doesn’t mean anything-,”

“You’re insane-,”

Zemo lifted his hand to stop you both. Your two voices were getting muddled as your words fought to defend. You gave in, quickly halting all complaints. You could see from the corner of your eye Bucky watching you a bit cautiously now but you didn’t want to face him. You still, for some reason, felt hot and bothered by this… proposition.

“Am I really that insane?” He asked, taking a slow step towards you. “You think you’re hiding it but you can’t stop shifting your stance and those pretty thighs won’t stop squeezing together.” Zemo paused, chuckling a bit to himself. You glared, keeping your eyes locked with his despite how overwhelming it all was. “Are you going to tell me that I’m wrong, dear? Because I don’t think I am. In fact, I think you’d more than just enjoy it. I think you actually crave it.”

Your heart sank at Zemo’s publicized revelation. How the hell did he even pick up on that? Was he somehow in your fucking mind? Your eyes searched his expression, looking for signs that he was pulling your leg or playing some fucking games but his features were cold with a hint of curiosity. You weren’t sure what to say because, well, he really wasn’t wrong. But this didn’t stem from some blatant attraction to Zemo (even though that desire certainly was harboring deep, deep within you), you had always had some interest in sexual adventures on the more voyeuristic side. 

Bucky, however, didn’t know any of this. 

For all the intimate actions you two had already explored -- including the new-found metal arm kink -- you hadn’t brought this up, finding it to be some ultimate, untouchable achievement with your partner.

Bucky said your name, pulling you out of your dazed thoughts. You finally faced him, taking in his not-so-surprising expression of wonder. “Is that true?” There was something in his tone that made your heart leap. He was… excited, you thought. “Is this making you…”

Your mouth opened but no words came out.

Zemo opted to answer for you. “You know it is, James.”

Bucky licked his lips and took a couple of steps towards you, focused on getting an answer personally from you. He was very close now, pretty much towering of you. “Does the thought of someone watching us make you wet?”

His words hit the room like explosive bombs. You gasped at the boldness, trying to act all surprised at the question, but your body couldn’t hide anything, especially not when Bucky’s metal arm came up to trace invisible lines across your neck. He held your head up, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. The entire situation felt so powerful.

“N-No.”

Both Bucky and Zemo let out scoffs in disbelief. You sighed, defeated. 

“Oh, really?” Bucky inquired as he began walking towards you again, getting so close that you had no choice but to back up. You hit the wall once again, feeling almost in the position from earlier. 

Without any warning, Bucky undid your pants and once again shoved his hand back to your core, letting his fingers run over your folds. If your panties had a puddle earlier, it was now a full-blown ocean down there. You yelped in surprise.

Bucky hummed as he let his fingers play. “I think the thought makes you very wet.” He pressed into you just a bit more, enough for you to now feel his erection through his jeans. 

As Bucky inserted two fingers in you, he moved his head to meet yours. You grabbed onto his shoulders as the hand on your throat forced your head to tilt to the side, making room for him to whisper in your ears. 

He pumped his fingers slowly as he spoke, “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” You let out a pathetic whine. “Yeah, you sure are,” Bucky chuckled. “I can feel it. I can feel you soaking my hand and why is that? Because someone is watching you? Someone’s watching you take my fingers like a good girl while my hand is wrapped around your pretty throat, just how I know you like it. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Bucky sneered, his voice full of arousal and jealousy, at the little pet name Zemo had used on you. You just about collapsed when he spoke. If it hadn’t been for Bucky’s strong body pressing into yours, you would’ve melted into the floor. Not to mention, you could feel Zemo’s eyes taking you in, raking over you so shamelessly as you twisted and squirmed from Bucky’s skilled fingering. 

“She is quite the sight,” Zemo commented, making observations as if you weren’t even in the room. For some reason, that made everything hotter. 

“M-More-,” you choked out and began grinding your hips against Bucky’s body. His grip on your throat got a bit tighter at your movement, forcing you to let out a moan. 

“You want more?” Bucky taunted you as his thumb came up to circle your clit. You yelped, moving your hips even more. His body was still holding you down. “You want me to fuck you right here for him to see?” 

Your eyes had fluttered close by now but Bucky wasn’t dealing with that. The hand on your neck left and found its way into your hair. He gave your hair a tug, forcing you to keep looking at him. His eyes bore into yours, full of lust and pleasure. His features, though, were harsh and serious. You felt your orgasm coming in hard. You couldn’t even think straight to nod at his ridiculous question. 

Bucky seemed to know all this, though. Just as fast as he put his hand down your pants, he removed it, making you let out an angry, pitiful whine at the loss of contact. Bucky just shook his head and forced you to turn around. Now your front was completely pushed against the wall and Bucky was working fast to get your pants and panties off. 

You couldn’t really see anything behind you now and somehow, this got you going even more. You lost pretty much all control in this position. Your awareness was flying out the window. You had no idea what Bucky’s next moves would be and you certainly didn’t know how Zemo looked taking this all in.

Suddenly, though, a hand came up to your cheek, brushing back your hair. You knew immediately it wasn’t Bucky.

“You look so pretty, dear,” Zemo whispered. His hand caressed your cheek as his eyes stared into your blown-out ones. “Like an absolute goddess.”

Before you could even respond or at least show acknowledgment, Bucky entered you full force, his hips completely jutting against you. You let out a cry at the fullness, completely stunned by the boldness of your boyfriend. He groaned lowly in your ear as he worked his way well deep into you. 

“B-Bucky-” Your cries were loud as you adjusted to the size of him, now planted rightfully in you. While there was some discomfort, all you could register was the pleasure you had been denied for what felt like forever.

“Shh,” he hushed you, his mouth right against your ear. “You’re taking it so well, doll. My good little girl.”

You could’ve sobbed at his words of encouragement. He watched you for a second, still paused inside you, before feeling that you were okay. Then the pumping began, in and out of you, just as powerful as when Bucky first entered you. His rhythm was hypnotizing as he fucked you forcefully into the wall. 

Upping the ante a bit, his metal arm came around to your neck, squeezing gently but with determination. You felt yourself get wetter at the action.

“There you go,” Bucky mumbled, sounding lost in his own daze. “Just like that, sweetheart. Got me fucking you against a wall, my hand around your throat, while we have a little audience. But that’s what you wanted, right? You wanted to show off how you like to get fucked.”

Somehow, his words were so degrading yet so pleasing. They went straight to your core causing the sound of your wetness to begin filling the room. You heard Zemo chuckle at the shift. 

“Such a dirty girl you have, James.”

Bucky scoffed. “What a naughty girl I have. Didn’t even tell me she likes it when people watch.”

You whined at the statement but didn’t have much time to ponder it as Bucky pulled out of the way out only to shove right back in, forcing you to take his length in one motion. Your cries were becoming a regular thing now, completely engrossed in the situation.

“That’s it, sweetheart, so good,” Bucky grunted in your ear as his hand on your throat got tighter. “Gonna cum for me, yeah? Gonna come while he watches? Come on, doll, let him see how pretty you look falling apart.”

That was all it took. Your orgasm rushed through you the second his words stopped and he gave another strong pump. Slightly ashamed of yourself for how little it took for you to cum, but who could really blame you? Denied twice, you were always on that teetering and all that was needed was Bucky’s permission. 

You shook under Bucky as he stilled inside you, letting his own orgasm take him over. He finished inside you, groaning and moaning pleasantly in your ear as you squirmed. The sensation of it all, from the warmth of Bucky filling you to Zemo’s eyes still shamelessly watching, had you overwhelmed quickly. 

Bucky whispered sweet praises in your ear as you two calmed down. “So good for me, sweetheart. Absolutely fucking perfect. Can never get enough of this.” His words made you feel warm and definitely helped you catch your breath. 

When he saw you were going to be fine, Bucky pulled out and reached for a towel to clean you up. He was gentle and caring, a complete contrast to just minutes ago. 

Pants and underwear returned to your body and you pushed yourself slowly away from the wall, carefully finding your footing. 

Once you and Bucky had straightened up your appearance, Zemo spoke. 

“That certainly was a real treat,” he said with a cocky smile playing on his lips. You couldn’t really face him and instead focused on the floor. Bucky placed a gentle hand on your waist. “Nothing to be ashamed of, dear. I think we got what we all wanted, right?”

You mustered the courage to at least look up at Bucky who was just rolling his eyes. 

“Could you leave us for now?” Bucky sighed.

“Why?” Zemo asked. “Going for round two?”

You shook your head, fighting your own urge to roll your eyes. No matter how mad you actually wanted to be, though, you had certainly found a lot of pleasure in the events just seconds earlier.

Bucky went to snap back with some remarks but Zemo cut him off. “I’m just kidding,” he said and then began walking to the door. “Thank you for this opportunity. It will certainly be treasured.”

With that, he exited, leaving you and Bucky standing there, staring at one another. Surprisingly, nothing had felt it changed between you two. In fact, you felt better now that that little secret of yours was now out in the open. 

“So,” Bucky began with the tiniest smirk, “are there any other kinks of yours I need to know about?”

You groaned as Bucky chuckled, finding way too much amusement now. “Shut up.”

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo x you #bucky barnes smut #smut #mcu #mcu fic #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel #writing* #this was a lot #avengers

[pinkchanelbag]

okay okay okay okay how about having anxiety (like all bad bitches do) and goung friends to luvrs with levi? i KNOW pining after someone like that (a visible earth sign with gemini placements) would be intimidating as fuck becaus he's so reserved and stand-offish. which is why you're absolutely thREW when he rushes into the storage room you often go to retreat and be by yourself in. you're SHAKING from the deflation after a panic attack and currently on the brink of another one because wOT DI FEK is levi ackerman doing in ur hideout!??

the tears start rolling cuz now you're overwhelmed and he nearly backtracks, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. pero instead of leaving he sinks down in front of you (criss cross applesauce) and holds out his hands, palms up- "i don't know if touch helps but i'm here if you need me". his voice is calm, quiet and most of all; hesitant. because he doesn't wanna scare you! and at the back of his mind he's preparing for the worst but he really doesn't wanna leave you alone. he notices every time you disappear and this is the first time he's doing something about it. he wants to help 🥺 bitch istg i'd have the PHATTEST heart palpitation and pass out right there ksjxkdjdjjjx

please my heart hurts 

wc: 900

because he’s been through some of the worst things a human being can go through, and he’s seen how people respond differently. some people might perceive him as the type to scoff at something like anxiety but really he understands it better than anyone. 

and let’s be fr you’re not exactly slick in the way you start visibly breathing harder and clamp up and make some excuse to leave the mess hall, and levi knows where you go. the second floor hallway that’s generally pretty empty and that has a storage room with not much but a few cleaning supplies. 

he’s the captain. where he doesn’t judge how those in his charge feel their emotions, he helps them through it, typically for the purpose of going forward with their mission. but it’s different with you. with you, when he sees the way you press your lips together so tight to hold your resolve and the way your hands tremble, he wants to cross the distance between you and him and press you into a bone crushing embrace to protect you from everything around, and to will your heart to slow. 

he doesn’t know why he won’t help you, for awhile. for a long time the most he allows himself is making a shit joke that few other than you can hear after you’ve been silently panicking by yourself for an hour, or the occasional ruffle of your hair. then at some point he realizes it’s cowardice. that’s all it is. he’s scared to be vulnerable to you, scared to help you in a way that would so obviously display his care. and maybe he realizes how selfish that is. what does any of that matter when his subordinate, his friend, the person he thinks about when he’s trying to force sleep, is struggling alone? what does his fear matter when he can help, but won’t?

and that’s how you find yourself in an upright fetal position, back pressed against a package of paper towel, head shot up and expression like a deer in headlights, because levi ackerman has just opened the door to your one private place. 

the breaths you’d been trying so hard to contain revive their ridiculous pace. oh god, oh god, you’re screwed. but then levi steps into the cramped room and shuts the door, cutting off the outside light, and you can’t even see what he’s doing anymore, and your eyes well with tears because what the fuck?

for a few seconds, you can sense his standing presence in front of you, completely frozen. then your dark-adjusted eyes watch his silhouette crouch before you, and sit, and cross its legs. you’re dreadfully confused, and levi has realized just how out of his depth he is, because for all his wanting to help, he realizes how has no idea how to.

he thinks about what his own panic looks like, tries to envision it and what could possibly bring him down from it. his panic is loud. his panic is violent. it’s thrashing anger that hopes to cover up the anguish underneath. his heart aches for a moment, because he knows that’s not you. you don’t lash out. you don’t hurt others when you panic. the only person your panic hurts is you.

levi realizes this, and in an instant wonders if it might be the same thing. your fear quite literally attacks, the same way his does. it’s just the targets are different. he thinks for a moment, what could possibly calm him, and all he can think of is a presence of someone who knows what they’re doing. a superior. a friend. their voice, their touch. 

without thinking he unfolds his hands and puts his palms out to you. he can see you stare down at them in bewilderment, your arms wrapped around your knees still. your breaths and sniffles are the only sounds that come from you.

“i don’t know if touch helps...i’m here if you need me.” 

his voice breaks the silence, and its strength is so piercing that you can’t help but meet his eyes. and you see the hesitance. you hear it too, and your heart skips a beat, but this time it’s not for fear. it’s for the stoic captain who sits before you with extended hands and no real idea about how to help you, but offering himself to you in any way you’ll take him, just to see you okay. 

your tears start up again, but it’s different. you unravel yourself with choppy, trembling movements and push your fisted hands into his palms. your body weight is in your arms, it’s too much, but levi braces himself and holds his extended hands steady for you as you lean forward, painfully trying to open your fingers. your efforts towards sucking in air that your body denies you result in a soft whine leaving your lips, but finally your fingers are mobile, and they wrap around levi’s palm and squeeze so hard, so hard. he’s your only anchor to strength, to calm, and his steady, outstretched embrace is what will bring you back. 

#nia.levi #nia.thot #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #snk #aot #attack on titan #levi headcanon #captain levi #levi ackerman imagine

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Your Blog ist amazing💖💖 I Love it and I am waiting in the corner for the updates💕🌺 but I would like to inquire something. Since it's November, I would like to know how Illumi, Silva, Chrollo, Kurapika, Feitan, Milluki, Overhaul, Setsuno, Chronostasis, Tamaki and Shigaraki react when their darling force them to 'No Nut November'?

Geezuz Christmas it’s already November, it was just yesterday where I was moping about forgetting a Halloween special. I’ll get something out (who knows when) for Halloween.

No Nut November

Shigaraki:

How hard is it normally; kinda hard. Now, it’s impossible, why would you do this to him?

The poor villain sees you and gets a stiffy, accidentally sees your panties under your skirt and gets a boner. Literally anything and he wants to slide his manhood into you and plow you into the ground.

If you ask him to not but for the stupid internet thing, he will do one of two things. He will either do it behind your back when he just can’t help himself, or he will grab you and fuck you right there saying “It doesn’t count if it’s inside, right?”

Tamaki:

Normally he doesn’t really masterbate so it’s easy, but with you just can’t help it. The challenge is at medium.

Now this is a boy we sympathize for. You accidentally do something that makes him horny and he can’t help himself. He will be in his dorm room, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes in shame as he strokes himself for a release.

Tamaki will madly blush when you jokingly tell him not to nut. He will take the challenge though, even if it was a joke, but he just can’t help himself. Seriously he wouldn’t really be like this, nor would be have to try to hard, but that accidental panty shot was too much.

Chronostasis:

Easy, now and then. Not even a challenge for this man. I don’t think he masterbates, like he can but he just never feels like it ya’ know?

That being said, I don’t really see him being a sexual deviant either. If you go up to him and jokingly say “It’s No Nut November Hari.” He will just stare at you with a ‘seriously?’ expression.

Setsuno:

He doesn’t really care about ‘No Nut November’ but when the challenge actually faces him and he has you being all cute and shit, how dare you.

He will probably try and play along for a while, just to amuse himself and you, but if he feels like it he definitely won’t stop. He’ll be pretty chill with the whole ordeal.

Overhaul:

Probably heard about ‘NNN’ but never questioned it any further. You might have to explain what it is and when you do he will just stare at you with a discusseded expression. Not even a challenge.

Never touches himself, when he does it’s with a tissue, lotion and a fire. No way in hell will he ‘normally’ masterbate without being a clean freak. So this whole thing is nothing to him.

Honestly he thinks it’s kinda gross, just why?

Milluki:

Secretly he wants to challenge himself, but he never does in the end. With you it would be pretty difficult.

He would give a pissy pout and proceed to ignore your remark. He won’t do it in front of you, he did take the challenge because he couldn’t say no to a challenge, but it won’t stop him from being sneaky.

Of course because you mentioned it he will actually take the challenge more seriously, though don’t get your hopes up.

Feitan:

He never cared about it from the beginning, but he will probably find it easy.

Feitan might take the challenge just for shits and giggles. He passes with flying colors because honestly he doesn’t need to masterbate to get off. A little bit of torture is good enough to keep him satisfied.

If you provoke him, that’s a different story. He will use you as he sees fit to get his rocks off all while not failing No Nut November.

Kurapika:

Probably never masterbated before, he just never really cared for pleasure until you showed up. With you doing something super cute it’d be pretty hard, but you won’t know unless you see right?

When you sleep, only if you are just too cute, is when he masterbates. You will also never know becaus sthere is no evidence, and he never looks less tense than he always does.

You pretty much just think he is immune to self-pleasure because he just doesn’t seem like the type. Not to mention there is nothing saying otherwise.

Chrollo:

Honestly, he is like Overhaul in the sense he never really knew about ‘No Nut November’. But it’s an easy challenge for sure.

He’ll amuse you for entertainment, and depending on how the month goes he might just complete it because it doesn’t really matter to him.

Though I think there is a slim possibility that he might endings a little, only with you of course. I mean it’s more fun if you both fail right?

Silva:

If he wants to feel pleasure, he will. Trust me when I say it’d be a worse idea to even talk about it, besides does ‘NNN’ only count if you masterbate?

Your little request means nothing to him, he will stare at you disapprovingly before stuffing you with his dick.

This sexual deviant does not care.

Illumi:

He didn’t even know about it, nor does he care. He’s never masterbated before and he doesn’t see the point in it. Besides like his dad does it count if it’s in you?

He will ignore you for sure, simply pumping you full for his desired family.

The whole No Nut November just goes completely over his head. Illumi will listen to you, question you about why, and then ignore it becaus she finds in inefficient in creating a family.

#yandere tomura #yandere shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki #Yandere tomura shigaraki #Yandere Kurono #yandere chronostasis #yandere kai chisaki #yandere overhaul x reader #Yandere overhaul #Yandere Chronostasis x reader #Yandere Setsuno #Yandere setsuno x reader #yandere tamaki #Yandere suneater #Yandere tamaki x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere bnha #Yandere mha #yandere phantom troupe #yandere feitan #yandere feitan x reader #yandere kurapika x reader #yandere kurapika #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere milluki #Yandere Zoldyck #Yandere Silva #yandere illumi x reader

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

You know how we have pet costumes? Give Jacob one, make him a cute space cowboy😈😈😈

WE'RE BACK BABY

Please enjoy this little ficlet (that was actually my 3rd attempt to write a fluffy ficlet for this universe because all the other ones kept becoming future chapters lmao)

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“This is humiliating. I look like sheriff Woody or something.”

“Aw, I was thinking more like John Wayne Gacy, you know?”

“The...the clown serial killer…?”

Angie pursed her lips. “Wait, who was the cowboy guy in all the old movies? Like, before Clint Eastwood and whatever.”

“That’s John Wayne. Not John Wayne Gacy,” Jacob tugged at the sleeves of his costume and readjusted his cowhide vest. “And I don’t feel anywhere near as cool as him right now.”

She rolled her eyes and crinkled her nose. “That’s because you’re not cool. You’re a grown man playing dress up with a kindergartener.”

“So are you.”

Angie straightened her Native American headpiece and threw one of her braided pigtails behind her. “Yeah, but I know it’s stupid, so therefore I’m doing it ironically which makes me cool.”

Jacob sighed heavily but didn’t argue further, instead tugging his cowboy hat down further to shield his face that burned with embarrassment. Being forced into having playdates with his captor’s coworker was nothing new. He had spent plenty of time being Mibao’s sole playmate aboard the ship, doing the best he could to keep the six year girl entertained and not too psychologically damaged. Being the youngest in a sibling group of only boys, he was a bit rusty when it came to knowing anything about kids. Thankfully, Mibao was more than happy to take him by the hand and show up all the “fun” things she used to either do back home or what she would now do with her “kitty”.

Today’s game of choice was dress up. Every day felt like dress up when it came to the girl’s ever expanding wardrobe; she was always dressed in an obnoxiously puffy and sparkling princess dress fashioned with ribbons and bows galore and always with a matching crown. Fine, no big deal, he could slap a tiara on his head and call it a day, he’d worn worse at the few fraternity parties he attended during college. Nope, not good enough. Mibao had a very specific game she wanted to play which involved him wearing a cowboy costume of all things. A very realistic and detailed cowboy costume, assless chaps and spurs and all. Again, he could...handle it for the most part. The only thing that really bothered him about it was all the coos and giggles he received from both his and Mibao’s captors when he finally came out in his new outfit.

And he knew for a fact they took many, many pictures of him.

It didn’t end there, Mibao still had more requests. Angie needed to join in as well and she was required to be an “indian princess” to partake. Naturally, she was more than happy to agree if it meant getting a break from the absolute nightmare of a captor she had been saddled with. So, now Jacob had to deal with the fact that she would have to watch him play pretend in this ridiculous getup. He could never catch a break with her, it seemed, she always had to catch him when he was in the middle of doing something cringe worthy. She didn’t even look half as uncomfortable as him and she was literally wearing half as much clothing.

Or maybe that was exactly why she was so comfortable as she sauntered up to him, making a finger pistol to tip his hat away from his face. “Cheer up, partner,” she teased. “I think it makes you look cute.”

“I think it makes me look like Owen Wilson from the museum movie,” Jacob replied, hoping the shadow of the brim hid his reddening cheeks.

“Oh my God, you are a tiny little twink cowboy, huh?”

“I’d rather be the gladiator guy.”

“You wish you could pull off being the gladiator guy.”

A rebuttal was on the tip of his tongue when Mibao made her appearance from behind the monitor where she had been changing. This time instead of her usual princess attire, she was dressed...pretty much the same, only this time she had a tiny pair or iridescent fairy wings attached to the back. What a fairy had to do with cowboys and indians, he hadn’t the faintest idea. She stopped when she saw the two of them and stuck out her tongue in childish disgust.

“Eww, stop kissing!” She scolded. “You can kiss the princess later, Jake, it’s time to play!”

Jacob had never been more grateful in his life that the creatures idly watching them couldn’t understand English because he just might have died if they heard. He could feel the heat radiating from his nape to his cheeks, putting his hands up in defense like it could keep Angie away from him.

“Wh-no! We weren’t, we weren’t kissing, Reagan, w-we-!”

Angie only cackled, her amusement stemming more from Jacob’s panicked response than the actual accusation of giving him a kiss. “Yeah, cowboy, you can kiss me later.” She winked and nudged him with her elbow as she walked past to where Mibao was waiting.

He groaned, tugging the hat down as far as it would go even if that meant obscuring his vision somewhat. That was totally fine, he didn’t want to look at anyone right now and he did not want to be perceived either. The child was leading them back over to her designated play area scattered with art supplies and stuffed toys for where they’ll play their game of make believe. Angie was already sitting on her knees by the time he shuffled over and beckoned him with a sly smile to come take a seat on the ground next to her. Jacob obliged, but refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing his beet red face.

As soon as they were settled, Mibao immediately launched into the exposition of the scene they would be putting on, including their roles and superpowers (that only she had because she was a magical fairy queen). Jacob was only half listening; the kid usually forgot half of her own rules in the middle of playing anyways because she wanted to change the story and it wasn’t that hard to follow her game of make believe. Instead, he kept side-eying Angie, who was side-eying him back, and every time they made eye contact she would smile and bump his shoulder with hers.

This was going to be a long playdate.

--

The lab door slid open as Talan walked in, peeling off his bloodied gloves to dispose of them in Ylva’s waste bin. “I need my human back.”

“Aw, why? They’re all having a ball together!” Ylva frowned, gesturing to the miniature trio on her desk. Well, the smallest one and Talan’s pet seemed like they were having a good time, namely at the expense of the other human in a hat. They all seemed to stop at the interruption, his human fixing him with a sneer that he was tempted to match.

“What the fuck is it wearing?” He asked, ignoring all the little protests he got when he grabbed it and plucked the stupid looking feather thing of its head. “I thought you said it’s not nice to torment the humans.”

Edix scoffed at him, though his annoyance was more from Talan being in his general vicinity than anything. “It’s not torment. They were having fun.”

Talan did not look convinced in the slightest, his eyes sweeping over the pup who was pouting at him for taking away its playmate and the other who froze any time he breathed in its direction. Like owner, like pet, he assumed as it seemed to unconsciously inch closer to where Edix’s hand was resting for a better sense of security. Pathetic. At least his pet had a bit more self respect and wasn’t afraid to try and stab him in the hand with his own tools. Of course, it got a sharp flick to the stomach to knock it off, but he could appreciate the gumption.

Talan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, looks like a real party. So sad to have missed it.”

“Like you’ve ever been to a party to know what it looks like.”

“Says the one that only hangs out with plants.”

“Okay,” Ylva interjected, rising from her chair and scooping up her adorable little human. “You’re right, we should probably wrap this up, Mibao’s going to need a nap soon and she likes to fight her naps when she’s excited.”

That was all the excuse Talan needed to dip out without a formal goodbye, though it didn’t escape the corner of his eye how Edix’s human took a half step forward when he left, almost like it wanted to say something. Even if it did, he wouldn’t have cared. As quickly as he had intruded, Talan disappeared back down the main hall of the fauna department to return to his lab.

Edix stood up as well and tucked the data pad he had been keeping busy with under his arm to keep his hands free. He couldn’t help but smile at seeing how much closer his little pet was standing to him, even if it wasn’t by much, even though it was caused by Talan of all bastards. A win was a win in his book. The hand the human had been partly hiding behind curled easily around it to lift it up, immediately cradling it to his chest as usual. It squirmed for a moment but settled quick enough, a clear sign it was also ready to go back to the lab it was accustomed to. For a social species, the little one always seemed so drained after any playdate Ylva arranged for their pets. Fine by him, it usually meant his human was much more quiet and well behaved once it was back in the solitude of Edix’s company, making for an easier work day.

He used his finger to tilt back the wide brimmed hat it had been using to hide its sweet little face a majority of the playdate, earning him a surprised squeak. With the way its baby cheeks were turning an adorable shade of pink, Edix had a fairly good guess as to why it was trying to avoid everyone’s line of sight. Damn, he should have had Ylva take more pictures, this was way too cute for him. It reached up to quickly pull its shield back down and Edix let it with a laugh, cooing as he tugged at its little vest instead which only made it wriggle in distress. Overdramatic little thing.

“Can I keep this costume?” He asked as he followed behind Ylva who was preparing to put her own pup down for a nap. In reality, it meant she was going to have to play with it for at least another half an hour because, much like him, she was a sucker when it came to her human wanting to play. The difference being that Mibao wanted to do anything from coloring to singing to continuing its game of make believe while Edix’s pet always wanted to play chase.

Ylva smiled and shrugged. “Sure, I mean, it’s not like it’s going to fit the baby. It was printed for its measurements specifically, anyways.” Mibao was proving to be difficult in its refusal to relinquish the shiny wings Ylva had designed at its request, something that Ylva quickly made a game out of by setting her pup on the desk and letting it squeal and run while her hands chased after it. That would tire the kid out in no time. She looked back at his human and giggled. “I don’t think it likes it very much, though.”

Oh yeah, that was obvious from the get go, but it didn’t change the fact that it was way too precious for its own good in this type of outfit. Edix actually quite liked the contrast of the dark brown against its pale skin, even more given the fact that it matched the color of its doe eyes perfectly. It was much more appealing than that splotchy green jacket it was inexplicably attached to. He had a feeling it was going to try and strip out of this outfit as soon as it was back in Edix’s lab, provided he gave it its normal suit and jacket to change into. But...maybe he didn’t have to offer it its spare set of clothes right away. Maybe it would just have to hang around in its little boots and hat for a couple hours longer while he finished up his latest report that was just so important to get done. And maybe he would get constantly distracted by how cute it looked while it was definitely pouting at him for not taking off its costume that it took a little longer than usual to finish his work, which meant it spent even longer pouting under its hat.

Decisions, decisions.

Edix waved his hand dismissively. “It’ll learn to love it.”

“Oh, Eddie, don’t be mean to it,” Ylva laughed, not that seemed bothered by the idea of his pet keeping the outfit on for an extended period of time beyond the playdate. “But send pictures if you do.”

#ask #anon #my writing #g/t writing #g/t fluff #g/t ocs #g/t #giant/tiny #gianttiny #macro/micro #gt #please enjoy ficlet mommy buy for u #ive missed them so much #now we just gotta finish chapter 3 and we're really rockin n rollin #also yes angie likes teasing jacob for obviously having a crush on her #and ALSO YES i forgot angie has short hair so we're gonna pretend its because shes been in captivity for so long that it just grew out #and thats how she could braid it #talan simps rejoice for he is here #unfortunately

[the-modernmary]

my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (ch. 2)

Chapter summary: After the interrogation, you and Aaron go back to your place. Smut, this is all smut.

Warnings: smut, degradation, spitting, oral sex (m recieving), handcuffs, gags. If you are a minor, do not interact!!

masterlist || read on ao3

I'll be your temporary fix

You can call me

I'm always what you like

Let me be your good night

-One Direction, “Temporary Fix”

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They couldn’t get you out of the police station fast enough. You mindlessly rubbed your wrist where the handcuffs had previously been attached, only half listening as another agent- Prentiss, you think was her name- came into the room to explain that you would need to report to the BAU tomorrow so they could brief you, or something like that. Your mind was too busy wandering, fantasizing about all the things Aaron would do to you.

“One of the uniformed officers will drive you home,” Prentiss finally said, and you jumped out of the seat embarrassingly fast.

What should have only been a five minute drive felt like hours, and your eyes were glued to your phone, hoping for a text or something, anything , from Aaron. With the exception of a few texts from your friends asking where you were, there was nothing. Part of you wondered if Aaron was just going to bail. Maybe he got to his car and decided that he wanted nothing to do with you now that he was healed after his divorce. Maybe he just had a moment of weakness in the interrogation room and once you were out of his sight, he came to his senses.

You got back to your apartment right as you were about to go into a full blown rejection panic. The cop asked you something, but you just ignored him as you slid out of the car, already planning on popping open that 4 dollar Trader Joe’s wine you had in your fridge. That is, until you saw Aaron sitting on the bench outside of your apartment, rubbing his thumb over his fingertips. You told yourself that the joy that flooded you when you saw him was just you excited at the prospect of getting fucked.

Aaron looked up at you as soon as he heard the click of your heels on the pavement. You just smirked at him as you took your keys out of your purse. “Wow, you really couldn’t wait, could you?” you told him, forcing yourself to not spare him more than a passing glance.

As soon as you got to the door, Aaron was immediately behind you, his hands exploring your body and his lips attaching themselves to your neck. You fought to keep your focus on unlocking your front door, but your hands were shaking as you attempted to get your key in the lock.

Aaron brought his hand under your shirt and let his fingertips drag over your bra, smirking as you let out a gasp. “What?” he whispered into your ear, and his lips brushing the skin of your ear sent shivers down your body. “No more smart ass comments? Does being around me make you stupid? Stupid and desperate is what you are.”

It took way too long, but you finally got the door unlocked and swung open. Before you could even make a move, Aaron had you inside and pressed up against the wall, caging you in with his hands. He took a moment to take you in, his hungry eyes running up and down your body, thinking of all the ways he was going to punish and pleasure you. “You must be really proud of that little stunt you pulled in the interrogation room,” he hissed into your ear. “You were so mouthy to my team and to me. Did you think you’d be able to get away with it without being punished?”

He watched your chest rise and fall as you took in uneven breaths. “No… no sir,” you panted, and Aaron just let out a condescending laugh. It was almost pathetic how quickly you submitted to Aaron- he hadn’t even kissed you yet for fuck’s sake- but he always knew the exact buttons he needed to push to make you putty in his hands.

Without warning, Aaron crashed his lips onto yours roughly, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath. Your hands immediately pushed off his blazer and tossed it off to the side. One of his hands stayed on the wall next to your head, but the other arm found its way around you and pulled your hips towards his. Your back arched as he deepened this kiss, his teeth tugging on the skin of your lips. The hand that was around your waist slowly moved across your body until it reached the button of your jeans, popping it open and letting his fingertips ghost across the waistband of your panties.

“Please…” you choked out, unable to form a full sentence.

A cheshire cat smile erupted across Aaron’s face as his other hand moved to the back of your head. “You lost all your nerve now, didn’t you? Use your words. Ask me for it. Beg me for it.” He punctuated his last order with a sharp tug of your hair, causing you to cry out. Aaron’s lips eagerly attached themselves to your neck.

“God, fuck, please touch me, please…” you whined, squeezing your thighs together to try and offer some release. Aaron shoved your legs apart with his feet and slipped his fingers into your panties, going straight to your clit. You moaned out his name, thankful he didn’t spend more time teasing you the way he usually did. You could feel his arousal pressed against you. Despite his collected exterior, it was comforting to know that Aaron craved this as much as you did.

“You’re so wet, all for me,” Aaron mumbled against your neck. “Which means you must still be my filthy slut. Or maybe it’s because nobody else can get you off. They were probably all too nice to you, telling you that you were a good girl.”

You gasped, nodding desperately. Aaron’s fingers worked faster on your clit and you could feel your legs start to give out. You were about to cum embarrassingly fast, and you couldn’t even be bothered to care. All the while, Aaron was still whispering to you. “But you don't get off on people being nice to you, do you? You want me to be mean to you, like the whore you are.”

The only words that could come out of your mouth was some combination of “Aaron” and “please”. You were writhing and desperate for him, a fact that only seemed to encourage him. You clutched onto his shoulders as he slipped two fingers into you, lazily pumping them in and out.

“Please, Aaron,” you moaned out, your nails digging into his shirt. “I’m so close, I’m gonna-”

He pulled his hand away from you, stopping your impending orgasm in its tracks.

“No!” you cried out, your breathing shallow. “What the fuck was that?”

Aaron pulled off his tie, ignoring your pleas for him to keep touching you. “Strip for me,” he ordered, and you did as he asked quickly, tossing your clothes to the side. As soon as you were fully naked, he flipped you around so that your back was to him, your arms pinned to your back and your chest pressed against the wall. You could hear the sound of metal behind you and you just smirked.

The cool metal of his handcuffs clicked around your wrists. “Do you think the police officer who had me in this position just a few hours ago was just as turned on as you are right now?” you mused, keeping your voice as light as possible. If he was going to deny you your orgasm, you were going to take the time to piss him off.

Once the cuffs were on, Aaron flipped you back around, pressing you against the wall with his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. “Oh, so you want to be a mouthy brat, huh?” he hissed. You grinned, which only made him angrier and he tightened his grip on your throat. Aaron held you there for a few seconds, watching you as you gasped for breath. Once he was satisfied, he let go of you. “Get on your knees. I’ll show you what your mouth is good for.”

“Yes sir,” you whispered. Without ever breaking eye contact, you slowly lowered yourself to the ground. He made quick work of his own clothes, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight of him naked. You hadn’t realized how much you missed that view. His hand gripped your hair roughly, pulling it so that you were looking up at him.

“Do you remember our safe words?” he asked. His movements were harsh, but his words betrayed a sense of softness.

You nodded quickly but corrected yourself before he could punish you. “Yes sir,” you breathed, but he just looked at your expectantly. “Yellow to slow, red to stop.”

Aaron hummed approvingly, but his eyes glinted wickedly. “And if you can’t speak?”

You took a shaky breath, the unspoken promise of what he was suggesting sending shivers down your spine. “Two taps.”

Aaron smirked and grabbed onto your jaw, forcing your mouth open. “Good girl. Now I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”

It wasn’t easy with your hands behind your back, but you slowly licked his length from base to tip before wrapping your lips around him, never once breaking eye contact. You swirled your tongue around his tip, savoring the taste of him.

Aaron let out a low, guttural moan as he gripped your hair tightly. “Fuck, I almost forgot how good you are at that.” He pushed your head down a little further, forcing you to take more of him in, and you were happy to oblige.

Aaron immediately started at a brutal pace, thrusting into your mouth with no warning. Tears pricked at your eyes as you began to gag slightly, but that only seemed to encourage him more. Your wrists burned as you tugged at the handcuffs, desperate to be able to touch him. You could feel your spit running down your chin, and you wondered briefly what Aaron thought when he saw you like this- bound, crying, and gagging on his cock. The thought made your pussy throb.

“You’re so pretty,” Aaron groaned out, his thrusts becoming erratic. “My pretty little cock slut, so desperate to please.”

His words ripped a moan from your mouth. He pumped into you a few more times before pulling you off of him, making you whimper. There was a trail of spit going from your mouth to the tip of his dick. You tried to move towards him, wanting to take him into your mouth again, but his hand in your hair kept you in place.

“Oh, did you want me to cum in your mouth?” he mocked.

You wanted to sob because of how badly you wanted him. You wanted to do nothing more than to please him and have him reward you for it. “Yes, fuck. I wanted to swallow your load please, sir.”

You had hoped your begging would be enough, and for a second, you thought it worked. Your mouth was open and ready for him, giving him the most innocent look you could muster. But instead of finishing himself off, he leaned down and spit in your mouth. You kept your eyes on him as you swallowed, the way you knew he liked.

“Filthy bitch,” he murmured, but there was a hint of adoration in his voice.

He pulled you up so that you were standing. “Needy brats don’t get what they want, they get what they deserve. Now I want you to go to the bedroom and wait like a good girl for me. And don’t you dare think about finding a way to get yourself off or I swear to god, you won’t cum for a week. Got it?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.” He gave your ass a quick slap as you made your way towards your bedroom on shaking legs. Once you got there, you sat nicely on the edge of your bed, not daring to make a move. You wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you, but you knew him better than that. Your punishment wasn’t over yet.

It couldn’t have been more than three minutes since you had been left alone, but already the need was taking over you. You rubbed your thigh together, hoping that the friction would relieve some of the tension you were feeling. You looked at the clock on your nightstand- five minutes had passed. You were starting to get restless as you stared at the door, waiting for Aaron to come in.

You realized quickly that this was his plan all along- handcuff you and leave you exposed and alone in an empty room. It was the interrogation all over again, except this time he could treat you exactly the way he wanted to. The thought made you wetter than you would have liked to admit.

You wanted to be good for him, you really did, but the anticipation was getting to be too much. Against your better judgment, you ground down on the bedsheets, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building up. But as fate would have it, Aaron came walking in at that exact moment, his tie clenched in his hands.

There was anger in his eyes, but there was also a flash of pride, like his plan had worked exactly the way he wanted it to. Knowing Aaron Hotchner, it probably did. “Looks like you’re such a needy slut that you couldn’t even wait for me,” he said, his voice dangerously calm.

You tugged slightly on your handcuffs. “I’m sorry sir,” you begged, eyeing the tie in his hand. “I just needed to be touched so badly, please.”

His eyes raked up and down your body, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. He stepped closer to you and softly brushed the back of his hand across your cheek, giving you a false sense of security. Maybe he missed fucking you so much that he didn’t want to waste time punishing you. Although, you were never that lucky.

Aaron grabbed you by the back of the neck and threw you so that you were bent over the edge of your bed. “I’m getting tired of hearing your voice,” he practically taunted. “You wanted to be a brat and invoke the 5th, all just to get my attention? Well now you have my attention, and now I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you.”

The realization hit you half a second before Aaron forced your mouth open. He placed the tie in your mouth and tied it around your head so that you were effectively gagged. You let out little whimpers, but that was all you were able to get out.

Aaron used his foot to spread your legs apart before thrusting into you, not giving you a chance to get used to the feeling. A muffled moan escaped your throat, which seemed to amuse Aaron. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hands pressing your shoulders into the bed. “So tight and so willing for me. Taking my cock so good.”

One of his hands wrapped around the front of your throat, pulling you up and off the sheets. His other hand went straight to your clit. You let out a tiny gasp through your gag. Your whole body felt on fire, as Aaron thrusted into you so roughly that you thought you were going to be split in half. And you loved every second of it.

He continued to pound into you as you gasped for breath. All you could think and feel was Aaron, Aaron, Aaron. The mixture of pain and pleasure was almost euphoric, and you could feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

Aaron could feel it, too, based on the way your pussy clenched around him. This only encouraged him to quicken his pace, his cock hitting you in all the right spots. “I’m going to fill you with my cum and remind you who this pussy belongs to,” he groaned, his hips starting to sputter erratically.

His fingers on your clit moved faster, staying right where you needed him, and you cried out through your makeshift gag. Aaron finally decided to take mercy on you as he bent forward to whisper in your ear. “Be my good little cock whore and cum.”

That was all you needed. Your whole body shook as your orgasm hit you, and you cried out his name the best you could. Tears fell down your face freely as he fucked you through your orgasm, your walls clenching around him.

Not much longer later, Aaron came, too, his grip on you loosening. You fell face first onto the bed, relishing in the feeling of him spilling into you, his cock twitching. When he pulled out, he pulled out slowly, savoring every moment he was in you. You stayed there, desperately trying to catch your breath while Aaron untied your gag. He threw the tie to the side, placing a soft kiss in between your shoulder blades.

“You did so good. My good girl,” he whispered softly into your ear as he turned you around so that you could sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m going to go grab the keys to the cuffs, alright?” He placed another kiss on your forehead before quickly shuffling out of the room.

Still coming down from your orgasm, Aaron was back in the room before you even fully realized he was gone. He quickly released your wrists, rubbing each of them softly to get the blood flow fully back. You had almost forgotten the best part of sex with Aaron- he was fucking great at aftercare.

You wanted to say something, but your brain was still trying to catch up with what was happening at the moment. Luckily for you, Aaron must have still known where everything in your room was, because, after a few seconds of shuffling around, he came back to the bed with lotion and pajamas. “Do you need a shower?” he asked, wiping away your smudged mascara the best he could.

You looked at him properly for the first time since your orgasm. “No, I’m okay,” you told him, thoroughly blissed out. A chuckle escaped your lips. “I just haven’t gotten fucked that good in… a while.”

Aaron smiled- a real smile that made your heart melt. “A while as in two years?” he teased, and you just shoved him lightly. He started to put the lotion on your sore wrists, but he never took his eyes off you.

You just laughed at his comment. Now that you were more grounded and you could actually think about what happened, there were a million things you wanted to ask him, but knew that now was not the time. Instead, you settled on keeping the conversation light. “I think I have an extra pair of guy’s sweatpants in one of my drawers if you were planning on staying the night.”

Okay, so not as light as you expected, but Aaron seemed to be intrigued at the offer. It wasn’t a new thing for the two of you at all. When you first started sleeping with each other, the two of you spent the night at each other’s places all the time. When he wanted to spoil you a bit more, Aaron used to book a nice hotel room for the two of you to stay holed up in for a weekend. You each kept extra clothes at each other’s places because it was more convenient than having to wake up an hour earlier. It wasn’t unusual.

But that was when the two of you had been an unspoken thing. This felt like new territory for the both of you. Luckily Aaron just nodded as he finished with your wrists. “Thank you,” he said. “First, let me help you put on your clothes.” You lifted your arms as he helped you get into an oversized shirt. Once that was on, you walked to your dresser and slipped on a pair of boyshorts before tossing Aaron the pair of sweatpants.

You slid into the bed and watched as he put on the sweatpants. They were just slightly too big, so they hung teasingly low on his hips. You loved seeing Aaron like this, calmer and more relaxed. It was like he could shed the “SSA Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief” personality he had built up and finally breathe. He looked lighter and happier, like he could actually enjoy life. His eyes caught yours, and he just raised his eyebrows, a lazy smile gracing his face.

“You know, staring is considered rude to most people,” he joked, climbing into bed.

You just shrugged, stifling a yawn. “You won’t let me take a picture, so my memory is the next best thing I have.” You curled up into the sheets, the heat slowly leaving your body.

Aaron must have noticed this because he wrapped one arm around you, watching as your eyes slowly closed. “Go to bed, Y/N,” he whispered, his thumb slowly stroking your skin. “We’ve got a long day tomorrow.”

You were about to make a dirty comment back until you realized what he meant. There was a murderer on the loose, and you apparently knew them. Not the best pillow talk. You shoved it out of your mind, already feeling yourself falling asleep. “Goodnight, Aaron,” you mumbled, your head resting on his chest.

He probably said goodnight, but you couldn’t hear. You just let the sounds of his soft breathing and the feeling of his chest rising up and down lure you to sleep.

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DAY EIGHT

“Are you ready to make your decision?”

No. Of course the answer is no, but there’s no delaying it anymore. “Is it nine already?”

Sejin sighs, shuffling to the side of the table to indicate you’re to sit beside him. When you do, facing the boys on the couch, your heart gives another sickening lurch. Sejin squeezes your shoulder kindly. “Just a game, sweetheart,” he assures quietly, before raising his voice into the authorial tone he used for announcements. “Thank you for all being here on time, any on topic questions before we begin?”

Nobody answers, not even Jin. There’s a tense atmosphere, and you feel caught right in the centre of it.

“Okay, then,” he says softly, sensing the sullen atmosphere. “I’d like to give each of the Gentlemen a chance to explain why Y/n should keep them in the show. Let’s go around the room. Yoongi?”

To Sejin’s left, perched on the end of the three-person couch, is the doctor himself, legs crossed and face relaxed. “Um, Y/n should keep me in becau-”

“Say it to her,” Sejin guides, shuffling back to move out of the way.

Reflexively, Yoongi glances up at you, and the calm warmth of his eyes reassures you. “Y/n, I’d ask you to keep me in because we’ve had a good time together so far, but there’s so much that we have yet to explore. Beyond that, I’d like to think I’m a good fit for the house, and I’ll continue to assist Jin-hyung in cooking many meals.” Once he’s done, he sends you a small smile, eyes glinting playfully.

The younger boy sitting next to him is not as cheerful. Bottom lip red from gnawing, Jungkook tucks his feet up on the couch, resting his chin on his knees. His eyes meet yours after Sejin signals for him to begin. “I really hope you don’t vote me out because I like it here a lot. You’re so cool, and the hyungs are so cool, and I feel really happy here. I know we haven’t spent a whole lot of quality time yet, but I want to, if I stick around long enough.”

You bite down harshly on your tongue, sending him a strained smile. Fuck, this sucks. Beside Jungkook is Hoseok, who props his elbow on the arm of the couch, posture casual but face stricken.

“Y/n,” Hoseok begins, voice tentative and uncharacteristically subdued, “you’re a very intelligent girl and you have a lot of potential in being a sub. I’d appreciate the opportunity to stay in and show you and the audience how enjoyable BDSM can be. We’re all very lucky men to be on the show with you.”

On the couch beside, Namjoon is the next one around. He pauses, eyes dancing about the room as he thinks. “I think it probably doesn’t make much sense to keep me in the game,” he allows. “I’m not experienced like the others and so it’s a little hard to defend on that front, but I think me staying allows you the advantage of being my first and best experience. I feel like with just a bit more time, I’ll really grow into my element, and I feel safe doing it with you. So I really hope I stay.”

Squished beside him is Jin, who sends you a big grin, even if it doesn’t fully reach his eyes. “This is so shitty,” he says with a laugh, “it’s harder than I was prepared for before I came, and I think that’s due partly to the warm environment that we’re developing with each other, but also because you, Y/n, are a very genuine and lively person. Of course this is a game about sex, but I don’t think any one of us could say that’s the only factor here. As for me, I ask that you keep me in at least a week more because I can promise not only a good time, but also an ear if you need one, and advice should you ever want it.” He pauses to glance around the room. “That goes for all of you,” Jin adds, “I cannot believe that I don’t hate any of you, I don’t know how the producers found such great people.”

His words ease a bit of the tension, and the rest of you let out laughs of relief, your heart easing slightly.

Next, it’s down on the floor for Taehyung, who seems to prefer sitting cross-legged on the carpet to any other spot in the room. “I really wanna stay here,” he pleads with his eyes locked on yours, so earnest, “you’re so fantastic, and Jungkookie and the hyungs are all so fantastic, and I don’t wanna go home so soon. And also I think in terms of sex and stuff, I bring a lot to the table.” Taehyung avoids Sejin’s gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt innocently even as he stares up through his eyelashes at the rest of you cheekily. “I think we saw that yesterday. Though in the future, hopefully it’ll cost me less.” He sends a withering glare at Yoongi and Jin. “You assholes.”

You let out a chuckle, Jin huffing in response and Yoongi just shrugging with a shameless grin. Finally, it’s Jimin’s turn, and your chest pangs as you remember the last time you were together. The way he squeezed your hand gently before getting out of the car last night, the way he walked you to your bedroom door, wishing you sweet dreams. The way you saw an entirely different man to the one he’s been advertising.

His eyes on you are imploring even as his back is straight and legs crossed. “I value the time I spend with you. This is, after all, a game about sex so I’ll defend myself by saying you can rest assured I’m skilled enough to please you well, but if you allow me to stay,” he drops eye contact, fiddling with his rings even as he fights to remain poised, “I do hope it’s not the sex alone that keeps me here.” Like a switch is flicked, his momentary vulnerability vanishes, and he glances up and sends you a smile, warm and at-ease, having said his piece.

“And Y/n,” Sejin guides from beside you, his kind eyes on you, “anything to say to the guys?”

Your heart stutters in your chest. It’s been a week? Why is this so hard? “I- First of all, this decision has been insanely hard. You’re all amazing, not just in bed but as people, and I hope that whoever has to leave will still stay in touch. It feels really cruel that I have to say goodbye to someone so soon. The reality is, none of you did bad, and there’s nobody I don’t like; nobody that doesn’t belong here. I’ve made my decision, but- I don’t know. I’m not happy with it, but I don’t think I’d be happy with any decision. In the end, I guess I just went for the least painful option.” You take a deep breath, eyes lifting to look at Hoseok, who sends you a sad smile. You open your mouth-

“Wait!” Sejin interrupts loudly. Everyone turns to look at him in unison, eyes wide. “There-” He breaks off with a sigh, glancing at the camera closest to him before looking back down at the group. “Listen; this will be edited out, but ratings have been doing far better than we’d ever anticipated. We already hired a third editor to keep up with demand and get more episodes out than was on the schedule, and there’s talk we may even start getting sponsorships because the support has been creating headlines, at least on Twitter. The higher-ups at Bangasm, well… they want to make an exception.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” Sejin answers. “Act surprised.” The eight of you stare at him with varying degrees of bewilderment as he puffs his chest and carries his voice louder, switching back into producer mode. “Wait!” he repeats in the same tone as earlier. “The production team hasn’t been completely honest with you. This isn’t just a basic game with prompts each week like we told you. There will be a special advantage, a wildcard if you wish, that changes things up. They could affect the prompts, or how the game proceeds for that week. We call them Bangasm Bombs. And while we didn’t tell you, our production team has drawn the Bangasm Bomb for Week One.”

Sejin pauses to look at you all meaningfully. Jimin picks up the hint. “So; what’s the ‘Bangasm Bomb’ for this week?” he asks for you, gesturing quote marks with his fingers. 

Your mind is starting to whir, possibilities beginning to percolate in your mind, but you aren’t prepared for what Sejin says next.

“Nobody goes home this week.” 

Your mouth drops open, eyes darting around the room to see the open disbelief on the guys’ faces. “So I- I don’t have to send anyone home today?”

“No,” Sejin answers warmly, and you feel your shoulders sag in relief, a breath rushing out you didn’t know you were holding. Sejin winces, clearing his throat lightly. “That’s… the other thing.”

“Other thing?” Yoongi asks incredulously. “There’s more?”

“With the success of the show comes other benefits. For example; the CEO and treasurer of Bangasm have agreed to double our funding if we can keep the views up. No, Seokjin,” Sejin quips the second the eldest contestant raises his hand. Jin puts his hand down, lips pursed in a pout. “We’re changing the rules a bit. Before, we said if Y/n eliminated you, you’d pack your bags and leave. Now; you stay.”

Sejin can’t get another word out over the clamour that arises, everyone shocked and excited and confused all at once. He waves his hand for silence, and only after a minute or so everyone calms down. 

“So, there’s just no eliminating?” Jungkook asks with a comically quizzical look on his face.

“Please just let me explain,” Sejin requests, sighing. “Yes, there will still be eliminations. But if you get eliminated, you stay in the house.”

“So it’s a free pass,” Jungkook surmises.

“Not quite. No longer will you not be competing in the game, but you won’t be able to have sex with or sexually touch Y/n in any way. If you do, then you’ll be sent out of the house for good.”

“No sex with Y/n?” Taehyung asks meaningfully. “So… otherwise…?”

Sejin sighs, a tired laugh falling from his lips. “Just no sex with Y/n,” he confirms. “If you touch Y/n sexually, you go home. If Y/n touches you, of course we can’t send her home, so we’ve devised a punishment.” 

At the word punishment your head darts up to stare at the producer, but Hoseok beats you to the punch. “She’s gonna come join us in the bunkroom?”

“That’s for failing prompts, Hobi-hyung,” Namjoon points out, “Y/n doesn’t have any prompts.”

“Correct,” Sejin confirms. “If Y/n touches an eliminated member in a sexual manner, then that member gets to choose what she wears for the next 24 hours.”

You frown. “That doesn’t sound so…” you trail off when you glance up, only to be met with seven hungry sets of eyes. You can just about see the cogs turning in their brains as they stare at your body. “Ah.”

“Yes. So stick to the rules, and you get, as Jungkook so elegantly put, a free pass minus Y/n. Got it?”

The eight of you stay silent, still shell-shocked from the two revelations. This changed things. Now, when you voted someone off, they would get to stay, but they would get to stay. You can see both the positive and negative possibilities there, and it’s no surprise that a reality show would have such a sneaky plot twist.

So you’d have all seven fucking you for one more week, and then all seven every week in the future, only with your sexual prospects dropping as you went. It does ensure that you’ll begin voting for them purely based on sexual performance; considering their personalities in the house wasn’t an issue if you’d have those anyway. 

As you glance around the room, you can’t help but wonder if your vote would’ve been different had you known that he’d get to stay. And you wonder if you’ll end up picking the same person in a week’s time, after a new set of prompts. The thought makes you sit up, turning to Sejin again.

“Will the boys draw their new prompts, then?” you ask. “Do I get to know the theme again?”

“Ah, of course-” Sejin breaks off to sit up, retrieving a stack of slightly crumpled papers from his back pocket. “This week’s theme is dynamics and roleplay. Come pick a card.”

Like last week, you pay close attention to the reactions of each of the seven. Namjoon blinks wide at his, but doesn’t seem as put off as last week, and his eyes go distant when he sits back down, like he’s already picturing it. Jimin takes two, one for him at one for Taehyung, and the two compare, Taehyung laughing at Jimin’s and Jimin smirking at Taehyung’s, brushing his clean-shaven cheek with the back of his knuckles and murmuring something in his ear. 

When Jin gets his, he bites his tongue and shakes his head with a light laugh, and Yoongi’s mouth drops open upon reading his card, eyes darkening with lust. Jungkook winces at first, but thinks on it a moment longer and grins eagerly, taking a second glance and scrunching his nose cutely at it. Hoseok takes his last, calmly reading it with a pleased smirk, sliding it into his front pocket and taking a seat.

Your breath leaves you in a slow stream. You’re back to the not-knowing. Dynamics and roleplay. It could really be anything, you supposed. Naughty schoolgirl, pizza delivery guy. You didn’t watch a lot of porn but you vaguely knew some of the tropes, and it’ll be a rather interesting week indeed.

“That’s not all, of course,” Sejin adds, and you feel like your brain could implode with the information dump that this morning has been. “Would you like to hear the Bangasm Bomb for Week 2?”

“We find out now?” Hoseok questions. “Not at the end?”

“Well, in order to fulfil it you need to know now,” the producer explains. “This week, Y/n may not sleep in her own bed, and she may not sleep in the same bed twice.”

You blink, not expecting it to be directed at you. “I what?” Your mind catches up with the rule, and you let out a light laugh. “So, I’ll have to share with the other guys?”

"Let's not forget the type of show we're on," Yoongi points out, leveling an impressed stare at the producer. "Well-played."

"Thank you," Sejin replies shortly. "Now, that'll be all. Just a reminder, if your scene isn't filmed, it doesn't count, and it's okay if Y/n guesses the prompt, but if you tell her directly then your prompt is void. Seokjin; we ordered you a set of chef's knives that should be here later today. Please stop spamming the company's inquiries email."

He's out of the room before Jin can even react, open-mouthed but smug like the cat that got the cream.

The eight of you sit in silence for a moment or two, still reeling. It's Hoseok in the end that recovers first.

"So we all stay," he muses. "Even if we get voted off, we stay. Why is that both a blessing and a curse?"

"This is reality TV," Jimin points out calmly, "and it's porn on top of it. Tension and drama skyrockets ratings. Well; I'm going to make some coffees if anyone wants one."

Most of the group move back into the kitchen, rifling through cabinets like zombies to make their breakfasts, but Namjoon approaches you hesitantly, biting on his lip.

"Y/n, can I talk to you? Privately?"

You stand up off the coffee table, though still you're lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "Sure," you reply easily, "privately or privately privately?"

"Um," he hesitates, glancing towards the entrance foyer, where across the hall lies the unfilmed rec room. "Just privately is fine for now."

Everyone else distracted with the prospect of food and hot coffee, it's easy enough to just sit on the stairs, side-by-side and thighs touching. Like this, you become aware of how much bigger he is than you. Namjoon's legs sprawl out down to the bottom of the stairs, socked feet slipping slightly on the glossy stone floor, whereas yours are tucked on the step below you. He glances down at you with a nervous disposition, but his eyes are surprisingly steady.

"Hoseok-hyung and I slept in the bunk bed room last night, as you probably know," he explains. "Him and I talked a lot. About a bunch of things, but he helped me realise something. And after I got the prompt today, I was sure."

Your eyes widen as they watch him carefully. The roots of his purple are starting to grow out in a soft brunette that makes him look even younger, his face round yet gently sculpted, chin pressed out in solemnity. "Sure of what?" you question quietly.

Namjoon takes a slow breath, rubbing his palms over his knees. "I think it's better if I don't lose my virginity while doing some cheesy role-play for a porn show, you know? I know I chose to come here knowing what I was walking into, but... Hoseok suggested maybe we could use the rec room for some privacy and then I could just fill my prompt later in the week. Of course, the producers will probably get annoyed at me not losing my virginity on camera, but they never said I had to, and I think I want it to be something just for me, you know? Something that's just you and me, outside of the show. I understand if you don't want to do that, but if you're happy to, I think I'm ready now."

You take a few moments to fully process his words, the gravity of them. "You sure you're ready? If you are, I'm happy to do that, Joonie. I want it to be good for you. You deserve that."

He smiles at that, broadly, but with his head ducked down. "That means a lot," he admits, "but yeah. I'm ready. If you want to...?" He trails off, tipping his head in the direction of the private rec room.

You sit up straight. "Oh! You mean- now now? Yes, I can do that, wow, okay-"

"If that's alright?" he asks hastily, face pinched with worry, but you just stand up, holding out a hand to him. He takes it, letting you lead him to the door.

From the few times you've needed to use this room, it's been pretty empty. It's small; most likely originally intended as extra storage or a home office, and the producers had put a visibly second-hand couch on one wall, a skinny coffee table and a lamp in there.

Generally, it's a glorified staffroom of sorts, a time-out that's more valuable for its lack of cameras than anything actually inside. Today, though, you freeze in the hallway at the sight that greets you.

With the table pushed to one side, boasting two bottles of water, a box of tissues, a bottle of self-heating lube and a small bluetooth speaker, the rest of the room has been converted into a massive bed.

The floor is covered with blankets, sheets and duvets, thick enough to be like a bedroll, with pillows stacked on the edges. They cover most of the floor, roughly the size of a queen size bed. On top of the impressive set-up are a colourful variety of packaged condoms, arranged in a tasteful love-heart.

Namjoon groans at the display, pinching his brow. "Hoseok said he'd set up for me and make it a little more comfortable, I'm sorry."

"It's cute," you say with a laugh, "are you wanting to use condoms?"

Namjoon swallows. "Uh, you- what would you prefer?"

You shrug, collecting them up and flicking through the buffet of options. You chuckle as the majority are L and XL. Unsurprising. "I mean, we don't need one. So if you want to feel everything fully, I say go bare."

"G-go bare, please," he coughs out awkwardly, shutting and locking the door behind him, double-checking the handle. "Can we put some music on? It's really quiet in here."

"Of course." You busy yourself with the music, smiling at the fact that he must have appreciated it last time. By the time you select a nice playlist on your phone and pick a decent volume, Namjoon's surprised you by hastily stripping down to his underwear, shyly rubbing at his knees.

You stand stock-still for a moment, just taking in the gorgeous sight of his body, all understated muscle and bold lines and planes. He must do some form of exercise, because his chest is thick, as are his thighs, and his lower stomach is soft but lean. He's gorgeous, and between your legs you feel your excitement grow.

Hustling to strip your clothes off as a gentle guitar strumming fills the air, you feel the cool cotton of the duvet under your knees as you straddle Namjoon, the man sucking in a breath as your clothed pussy presses flush against his hardness.

"Give me a kiss," you ask softly, a suggestion to let him take control, and a sigh of relief leaves his lungs as he cups your face in his hands, tugging your lips onto his greedily.

The ferocity with which he kisses you takes your breath away. It's powerful, greedy and demanding like he's waited an eon to kiss you again. While he was surprisingly skilful the first time, now it feels like he's come into his own.

You make a noise of surprise in the back of your throat as you feel his tongue slipping between your lips, licking up into your mouth like he's trying to devour you. You're drunk on it, mind feeling hazy, but you manage to pull away for a moment, gasping out a, "how the hell did you get this good?"

Grunting, Namjoon's eyes flutter open and one of his hands slips back to cup the nape of your neck securely, preventing you from backing up further. "Hoseok gave me some tips," he admits. "Now get back here."

You let yourself be pulled in again and eaten alive, muffled groans and sighs of bliss slipping out between swipes of tongue and flashes of teeth, nipping at your bottom lip until it's swollen and aching in the best way.

Without realising, you've begin to grind your hips against him, needing friction, and he pants into your mouth at the feeling. The pleasure makes him sloppy, and you groan as his lips leave yours, veering down to kiss along your jawline, tugging on your earlobe before sucking blossoms of colour down your throat. You tip your head back, arching into his mouth and rocking your hips against him, the friction addictive.

"Gonna fuck you now," you hear him groan against your collarbone, lips on your skin that's slick from his spit. Even in your heightened state of arousal you can sense the slight question in his voice, like he's checking you're still okay with it.

More than okay, you glance down to see the point that joins you, your panties so wet that the grey of his boxers is marred by a dark spot, wet and clinging to the stiff outline of his cock. You curse lowly at the sight of it. "Fuck, please, I need you, Joonie."

He lets out a strangled sigh, hands trembling slightly as he pushes down the waistband of his boxers so that it rests below his balls, cock bobbing up to rest at his stomach. He swallows hard, eyes closed and back resting against the base of the couch. The sheets beneath you have heated up with your body temperature, arousal radiating off the two of you in waves. 

When you first reach out to touch him, you keep your eyes on his face, on his reaction. The initial contact makes his brow twitch, eyes clenching shut. So thick your fingers don’t touch around him when you grasp his base, he’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen in the house; a touch of irony that the least experienced member had the biggest genetic advantage. His bottom lip finds his way tucked between his teeth, thighs tensing beneath you. 

“Joonie,” you mumble in a mock pout, “are you gonna fuck me now or so I have to do all the work myself?”

His eyes fly open, gaze landing on your widened eyes of innocence, before darting down to where you’re gently stroking him, fingertips catching on the sensitive ridge beneath his head. “Hobi-hyung said you should ride me so you can get used to it.”

You chuckle, tapping your thumb over his weeping slit, making him hiss. “Let’s stop thinking about what Hobi said and start worrying about what you want. Do you want me to ride you? Feel how tight I am for you?”

He curses, brows knitting as he nods shakily, and you can’t hold yourself back any longer. With a low curl of thrill in your stomach, you sit up so you can quickly slip off your panties, before straddling him again. He feels heavy when you brush his length through your sodden folds, readying him for you, and the thought makes you groan lowly. 

“Wanted you so bad,” you confess over the music in the background, now a simple drum beat that gives you rhythm as you grind your hips over him, letting his blunt head catch at your entrance. “Fuck.” His fingers are digging into your hips just with the feeling of your pussy clenching over his tip, and you lower yourself painfully slowly, adjusting to the way he stretches you to your limit, dragging inch by inch against your walls. 

“H-oh god, it is, it’s so tight,” he comments with a hitch in his voice, and again you feel the muscles of his thighs twitch, like he’s fighting the urge to bury himself in you. Though the thought of it is hot, you’re merciful that he’s giving you time to grow accustomed to the sheer girth of his dick inside you. 

“Does it feel good, Joonie?” you ask, the question panted as he takes your breath away, grinning at the quick stuttered nods he gives in reply, fingers flexing on the flesh of your hips and ass. By the time you’re sitting flush against his lap, you can barely breathe, a shaky hand pressing onto your stomach almost expecting to feel him bulging out of you from the inside. He’s not just the biggest on the show, but the biggest you’ve ever had, and you feel like you could cum just from rolling your hips against him. 

“You feel so amazing, Y/n,” he praises, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close so that he can press his lips to yours. You whine as he shifts in you, feeling shakier than ever, but appreciate the chance to adjust to him, tongue chasing his and fingers slipping into his hair as you kiss. 

You’re content to stay like that for as long as he continues to move his mouth against you, mouth watering at the feeling of cockwarming him and joining your bodies so intimately, but the excitement of new sensation gets to him, and after a while he begins to shift, holding your hips down and grinding his hips.

Your jaw drops open, hands flying out to grip at his shoulders at the feeling. He’s so deep you can barely comprehend it, can barely think with his cock filling you so completely, and find yourself pleading quietly, an unintelligible babble of more, please more, need more. He shifts his posture as you sit on his length, uncrossing his legs and instead bracing them in front of him. 

“Want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, nipping at your throat, and you shiver at the husky gravel of his tone. What happened to the shy virgin? 

“Please, Joonie,” you gasp, clenching around him, “need you to move.”

His first thrust takes your breath away, punching the air out of your lungs. When he moves inside you it feels monumental, like a core piece of you shifting, and your eyes water with the delicious burn. You whine when he pauses for a moment, hands slipping down to knead at your ass. Namjoon’s eyes are like molten dark chocolate as they focus on you, rich and intense, and when your head tips down to kiss him again it’s so needy your teeth clash, the keening whimper in your throat sign enough that you want more. 

It’s only once he begins to fuck you in earnest, bouncing you on his cock, that you see how truly affected he is. Strands of lilac cling to his temples as he sweats, chest heaving and hands trembling even as his fingers dig in hungrily. His lips are slick with spit, but he makes no move to wipe them clean, just biting onto his bottom lip and sucking, hips snapping up with bruising momentum. 

You can’t catch your breath, but still you chase his lips like oxygen, needing to be as close as possible. His panting keeps you anchored as you moan shamelessly, toes curling and back arching. Your high approaches quickly enough that it shocks you, but there’s no escaping the pleasure that rushes through you with every snap of his hips. 

You lose contact with his mouth, cheek resting limply on his shoulder as he speeds up his pace, the muscles in your legs failing you, twitching uncontrollably. 

“No, no, no, fuck,” Namjoon chants lowly, and you feel a hand bury in your hair, holding you to the crook of his neck, “I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last.”

You moan at that, feeling him stiffen impossibly more inside you with every thrust. “Wan’ you to cum,” you promise in his ear, barely more than a gasped breath, “wanna cum with you.” To end the statement, you nuzzle your nose against his throat and nip at his pulse point. To your surprise, he shudders violently, suddenly going stock still.

Your eyes widen as hot ropes of cum fill you, Namjoon clutching you to him helplessly, groaning nonsense as his orgasm hits him out of nowhere. Your own high recedes, but you barely notice it as you sit up tiredly and clench around him, watching the pleasure flicker across his face as he rides the high. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes cast towards the ceiling and chest still heaving, “I’m so sorry, I… sensitive neck.”

You grin, running your hands up to gently brush over it, feeling him pulse inside you, spurting the final drops of cum from his spent cock. “Don’t apologise,” you assure, leaning in quickly to nibble at his lips and give him a lazy, indulgent kiss. “That was really fucking hot.”

He laughs, cheeks pinkening slightly, and you feel your heart warm at the return of the shy Namjoon you’d gotten used to. So he’s a lot more dominant and confident in the heat of the moment, you muse as he catches his breath, good to know.

When you find your strength again, slowly sitting up off him, you wince at the rush of cum leaving you, and the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness. That’s only exacerbated by the fact that you haven’t cum yet, but it’s his first time and you don’t want him to feel bad. Collapsing on the sheets beside him, you rest your head on his shoulder, breath still coming in shallow pants. “Good?”

“Good god, Y/n,” he exclaims earnestly, “I think I might be a sex addict now.” 

A surprised peal of laughter leaves your lungs, and you shove him playfully before crawling over to the coffee table, cracking open a bottle of water and cleaning yourself up with the available tissues. “Hoseok really did think this through, huh?” you muse, chucking him the box once you’re done.

Namjoon clears up the cum on his cock and thighs, grimacing at the way some of it has stained his boxers, but he sends you a guilty look. “I’m sorry.”

You frown, reaching for your clothes. “What do you mean?”

“You didn’t-”

Whatever Namjoon is about to say is cut off by a sudden thud that gives you both a fright, followed by three polite albeit enthusiastic knocks. You stare in bewilderment at the door, before hastily dressing yourself.

“Is everything alright?” Namjoon calls out, putting his underwear back on properly and hopping into his pants. “Has something happened?”

“I should hope so, young grasshopper!” an enthusiastic voice chirps from the other side of the door, muffled but unmistakably Hoseok. “You’ve popped your cherry, Kim Namjoon!”

The academic winces, reaching out to unlock the door once he’s made sure the two of you are dressed. “Hoseok, what are you doing? Wha-?” He breaks off once he opens the door, and you rush around behind him to see what gave him pause. 

In the foyer are Hoseok, Taehyung and Jin, all in matching paper birthday hats, the strings of thin elastic digging into their chins. Hoseok’s holding two more in his hands, and he thrusts them towards you as Taehyung wiggles the weighty bottle of champagne in his grasp. Behind them, Jin calmly holds a kitchen knife.

“What’s going on?” you ask in bewilderment, stepping out into the foyer and wincing at the ache between your legs with each step. “Why the fuck are you holding a knife?”

Jin, his bright blue party hat on at a jaunty angle, stares down at his hands blankly before gasping, tucking it behind his back. “Sometimes I forget I’m still holding it.”

“That’s extremely alarming,” Namjoon says with a frown. “I still don’t understand why you’re all gathered outside the door.”

“It’s time for the party, hyung,” Taehyung explains, “to celebrate you finally getting your dick wet.”

Your cheeks go flaming red as you glance at Namjoon, the poor man spluttering and eyes wide like he didn’t know what to do. “If there’s champagne, I’m there,” you announce calmly. “Come on, Joonie, let’s go celebrate.”

Namjoon visibly relaxes when you aren’t offended, flicking you a warm smile. “Is everyone wearing a hat?” he questions incredulously, taking the thin cone card. 

“Mo-mostly everyone,” Hoseok answers suspiciously. 

“It’s just you guys, isn’t it?”

“Well, if you both wore one, we’d have the majority.”

You grin, patting Hoseok on the shoulder as you walk past him into the foyer. “Let’s just go,” you call out to the guys behind you, “there better be food.”

As expected, the three that greeted you were the only ones wearing party hats. At the dining table, which has been laden with aromatic dishes, steaming rice and empty champagne flutes, the other three await. Jimin’s is resting beside his plate and chopsticks, untouched. Beside him, Yoongi has his upside down, using it as a bowl for the rice snacks he’s munching happily on. The youngest man in the house hasn’t even noticed you’ve arrived, using it like a very inefficient telescope, one eye scrunched shut and the other focused on the pinhole at the top of the cone. Sitting at the head of the table, he aims it at Jimin, mouth hanging open as he tries to see through the tiny gap.

Giving up, he waves the wide end around the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of something. Once the cone lands on the five of you, he gasps, chucking down the party hat. “You’re back! I didn’t start eating the cake, like you said!” 

Jin frowns. “That sounds awfully suspicious.” Knife still in hand, he makes his way to the kitchen island, where you catch a glimpse of a beautifully iced cake with writing on the top that you’re too far away to read. 

Jungkook shifts restlessly in his seat, staring worriedly at Jin. “The- um, the birds attacked it.” If you look closely, you think you can see the slightest hint of vanilla icing in the crook of his mouth. 

Jin stares at the cake desolately. “The birds?” he deadpans.

“Seagulls, you know,” Jungkook tries to pass off casually, the pink of his tongue dashing out to lick the sugar off his lips. “Absolute vultures.”

Hoseok tsks in disappointment. “Was it seagulls or was it vultures?”

Jungkook stays silent an inexplicably long amount of time, glancing slowly between Hoseok and Jin. His eyes are wide like he’s trying to work out the lie in his head “...It was me.” 

Jin’s fingers are pressed to his temple as he sighs. “Right.” Setting down the knife, he picks up the cake and brings it to the table, placing it in the middle of the table. The rest of you all take a seat, filling in the spaces around the table. Taehyung slips in beside Jimin, Hoseok at the end of the table opposite Jungkook, and finally Jin, Namjoon, and you take the last of the seats. 

The cake is beautiful, neat and fluffy buttercream all over with swooping cursive written in a thin black stream. Unfortunately, a very delicate but obvious slice has been taken out so you have to focus to work out what the writing says. Once you do, you let out a reluctant chuckle, watching Namjoon blush once more, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his shirt shyly.

“‘Here lies Namjoon’s virginity,’” you recite, “‘1994-2020.’ Who came up with that?”

“That’s not impor-” Jin begins, but Taehyung swiftly cuts him off.

“I did!” he declares proudly. “Everyone agreed mine was funnier than Jin-hyung’s.”

“Obviously not everyone,” Jin replies bitterly, dishing himself up some of the rice closest to him. “Dig in, everyone, Yoongi and I worked hard on this. And congratulations Namjoon,” he adds, though he sends Namjoon a genuine smile, eyes twinkling. 

After everyone says their congratulations, the food is dug into and the cork of the bottle is popped, conversation flowing like the champagne. 

Over time, Namjoon seems to get used to the chatter about sex, perhaps not feeling so left out of the loop, and his face is more open and relaxed than ever, a dimple poking out when he smiles. You occasionally reach out to shove him playfully or squeeze his arm as the chatter continues, and he no longer freezes or stiffens up. It warms your heart that he feels a little more comfortable amongst you.

You’re happy to tuck into your meal, having worked up an appetite for lunch, but it’s barely more than a second after finishing your first helping that your phone buzzes. 

You slip it out casually, frowning when you see it’s a notification that you’ve been added to a group-chat. 

After that, you smother a scoff and slip your phone back into your pocket, hoping if your cheeks are red they can safely be attributed to the alcohol.

Glancing up, you see Jungkook stand up suddenly, eyes wide with barely-contained excitement as he picks up his bowl, chopsticks and champagne flute, scurrying over to dump them in the sink before disappearing upstairs. Yoongi stares at his empty seat in confusion, but shrugs and takes another mouthful of cake. You eat yours quickly enough that your stomach flips, or perhaps that’s just the anticipation.

After you’re done it takes you a few moments to build up the courage to look across to Hoseok, feeling his gaze hot on your skin. When you do, your eyes lock immediately, but he just continues to stare, lips pressed in a narrow line. 

Your heart leaps for a moment, wondering what that hard gaze means for you later on. Silently, as Taehyung continues to explain something to him with a mouth half-full of food, Hoseok lifts his eyebrow once, gaze darting to the roof. The message is clear. Go upstairs.

Biting your lip, you let Namjoon know you’re heading up, waving off his concern until he’s pulled back into a thread of conversation. You try to ignore the uncertain adrenaline rush that makes your hands tremble and your core throb all the way upstairs, until you’re knocking on Jungkook’s door.

The two of you share a look once he opens the door, one of anticipation and desire, and you let out a breathy chuckle. 

“What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?” you ask rhetorically, stepping in and collapsing onto the bed. 

“I’ll take it if it means getting a good fuck,” he states matter-of-factly, sitting himself beside you and tucking his legs up. “Besides; I’ve wanted to see Hobi-hyung in action for a while.” 

Sitting up, you think back to that day in the confessional booth, where he had so easily made you fall apart without even taking a single item of clothing off. You wondered if he’d deprive you of his body tonight as well. 

“I think he’s angry at me,” you admit, “before I left, he looked… intense.” 

“Why would he be angry at you?” Jungkook asks with a frown, his hand slipping under the baggy fabric of his black tee, rubbing at his shoulder like he’s aching to take the item off. 

You go to shrug, but then your mind flicks back to this morning. “The elimination,” you realise, dread rising in your stomach just as much as your arousal is. “I think he knows I was going to eliminate him.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen, round enough to be saucers. “Wait, really? Why him?”

You find the words dry up in your throat. “I- God, I don’t know. How am I meant to choose anyone when you’re all amazing? Maybe his had the least impact on me, I suppose.” You eye the door to the walkway warily. “I guess he’s determined to change that now.” 

Instead of replying, you’re taken aback when Jungkook throws his arms around you in a tight hug, his long hair brushing at your neck and shoulder as he tucks his chin into the hollow of your collarbone. Hesitantly, you bring your own arms up to hug him back, feeling your tension melt in the warm embrace.

“It must be so hard,” he murmurs, “I don’t think Hobi-hyung is really mad, you know? He probably just feels like he wasn’t good enough for you and wants to prove himself.” 

This thought just sends another spike of guilt through you, but you have no time to dwell on it before the door is clicking open, making you and Jungkook instinctively jump apart. 

Hoseok stands there, as intimidating as last time in all-black. Though he’s wearing just socks instead of the heavy duty boots he was in that day, there’s no denying the power he holds in the clothes he wears like armour. Leather pants so snug they’re like a second skin and a black long-sleeved shirt, tight but breathable cotton with a harness of thin leather straps providing some structure. His raven hair is swept back, but just a single stray lock hangs low over his brow, drawing your eyes back to his. “Starting without me?” he questions lightly, though his face is devoid of humour.

You swallow hard. “No… Master,” you add, seeing the expectant look on his face. Once he steps further into the room, you notice the black bag that was previously hidden behind his back. The duffel bag from last time. You suck in a breath and clench your thighs before you can even think to stop yourself, and Hoseok’s positively gleam at the sound. 

“Both of you have been very naughty today,” he explains, dumping the bag on the bed beside Jungkook, beginning to casually pull a heap of bright red nylon rope out. “Little Jungkookie ate the cake that Jin-hyung worked so hard on, even when he was specifically asked not to. And Y/n… Y/n knows exactly what she did.” Your eyes widen when Hoseok sets the multiple lengths of rope to one side in a neat folded coil and reaches back into the bag to produce a pair of wide, heavy-duty shears.

“Woah, hyung,” Jungkook exclaims in alarm, “I can apologise for the cake, I-”

“Settle, Jungkook, it’s okay,” Hoseok explains softly. “I told you we’re gonna be tying you up, yeah? This is so that we can cut the ropes quickly in case you want out. They aren’t part of the scene.”

You feel a thrill run through your veins at the gentle click of metal resting on the nightstand once Hoseok sets the scissors down. He hadn’t needed them for when your arms were tied. It meant that whatever you were going to do tonight would be more intense. The thought of everyone else downstairs having a good time and hanging out while you and Jungkook were up here getting bound by Hoseok… it somehow feels even more illicit and dirty. 

“Let’s do Jungkookie first, hm?” the dom proposes. “I’ve been wanting to see what you’d look like all prettied up for me. Choose red just for you.” 

Jungkook positively preens at the compliment, hands tucking into his lap and chest puffing out. “I’m excited, Master!”

Hoseok gestures for Jungkook to remove his clothes with a flat expression. “Don’t be,” he retorts calmly, “this isn’t a reward, it’s discipline. We’re going to learn a lesson about behaving.”

The camboy trembles, hastily shucking off his baggy shirt and pushing his sweatpants down, naked except for a pair of white socks. Your breath is taken away by how easily he bares himself to the cameras and to the two of you, eyes eager and nervous as Hoseok picks up one of the longer lengths of rope.

“I want you to kneel, Jungkookie,” Hoseok instructs, “kneel on the bed for me, arms at your sides.” 

Jungkook obeys, breath hitching as Hoseok approaches, passing the coil over his palm. You watch with baited breath as a bright red strand of rope is run around his narrow waist. As the professional dom begins looping, knotting and wrapping the rope around Jungkook’s torso, the boy’s eyes grow lidded, cock twitching as it rests back against his lower abdomen. 

It takes a while, but time is as smooth as velvet in the soft silence of the room, just gentle breaths and the whir of nylon rope sliding so beautifully along Jungkook’s skin. 

By the time Hoseok is done, Jungkook’s eyes barely open, so content with the feeling of being patiently wrapped up, and he hums lightly as Hoseok rechecks the tightness of each loop, slipping two fingers between rope and skin in several places. 

Rather than bondage or restraint, this looks like art. An elaborate harness of red contrasts beautifully against the pale golden flesh below, hardness of his chest and abs softened by the vaguely fishnet pattern, loops that interlock and curve across his body gracefully, the most careful and precise lattice of scarlet ropes.

“Pretty, isn’t he?” Hoseok questions, and a finger comes down to run through the glossy precum that has been smeared onto Jungkook’s lower stomach. The boy hisses, arching his hips up in search of contact, but all it takes is a sharp swat at the head of his cock and Jungkook is whining, thighs flexing with the force of keeping still. “Patience, my little prince,” Hoseok tuts, patting Jungkook’s cheek with a hand still wet with the camboy’s own precum, “we’re gonna teach you how to be patient today.”

Jungkook groans low in his throat, lips parting at the term of endearment, and Hoseok grins at it, tiger-like. 

“Oh, do you like that, hm? Wanna be my special prince today?” Hoseok runs his fingers through Jungkook’s long hair, the camboy sucking in a sharp breath when they snag on some knots. Jungkook nods, eyes round and glittering as he looks up at his Master. Hoseok pouts, tapping him once on the end of his button nose. “It’s a shame you weren’t behaving today, then wasn’t it? Maybe if you’re good for me tonight, you can earn it.”

Jungkook’s brows lift pleadingly, looking so small under Hoseok’s harsh stare. “I’ll be good, though, Master.”

“Mm, I’m sure you will,” Hoseok confirms, swiping a thumb over Jungkook’s nipple to make him shiver, before he fixes an iron gaze onto you.

You swallow, slipping out of your clothes as quickly as you can once he gives the same gesture as before, crossing your legs and arms to try and preserve some dignity. Hoseok just tuts, picking up two of the remaining sections of nylon rope, only one still left waiting on the bed. 

“Hands at your sides, kneeling,” he instructs sharply, and you feel the way your walls clench at the authority in his voice as you hustle to get into position. 

The harness he puts you in is different to Jungkook’s, accentuating your breasts with bands both above and below them, leaving your stomach free but doubling the rope over so that every loop that wraps around you is twice as thick. The final tie is slipped up between your breasts, around the back of your neck and tucking back down to hold it all together, and your breath shallows at the secure feeling of the rope. 

It’s peaceful; the warm stripes of friction as he pulls strands through loops, the gentle flicking of the ends against your skin until he folds them away, the way it embraces your chest so snugly, but not too tight. It’s only once he’s done checking the rope like he did with Jungkook that he picks up the second, shorter length of nylon, and by then you already feel the sleepy yet electric haze of subspace seeping throughout your body.

“Hands,” he instructs, and you hold them out for him, watching with heightened arousal as he binds them, the rope wrapping around and between your wrists until they’re locked together. Last time your hands were bound behind your back but like this, you can watch him as he works.

It’s quick - a testament to his expertise - but you spend every moment with your eyes locked onto him. The eyes, gleaming with control and satisfaction, the pink tip of his tongue poking out just slightly as he focuses. His thin fingers, looping and wrapping and knotting with such skill. 

His last move, eyes darting up and smirking once he catches you watching him, is to connect the thick cuff-like ropes to the top of your harness, pinning them up to your chest, folded hands resting at the base of your throat. You instinctively tug once he’s done, only to feel the rope around your back tighten and dig in, but no distance made. The feeling of being at his mercy only adds to the slick gathering between your thighs. 

Once he steps back, eying the two of you up, your breath catches in your throat. Both you and Jungkook are fully naked, somehow feeling even more vulnerable in the rope, and Hoseok stands across from the bed in all his black leather glory, eyes raking over you like he’s assessing his work. 

“Are you gonna touch us, Master?” Jungkook questions in a small voice, fingers clutching at his own thighs, cock flushed and needy between them. 

“Not you yet, Jungkookie. Gotta warm Y/n up first.” Your eyes widen - for what? - but Hoseok is moving closer run a hand down Jungkook’s back, fingers jumping over the strands of rope. “Do you wanna help me, baby?”

Jungkook nods, blushing when Hoseok pinches lightly at his cheek. 

Hoseok leans over to you, carding his fingers into your hair and curling them in so that he can hold you steady. Like this, kneeling on the bed, you have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, but he just tuts, holding you face-forward to Jungkook. “You wanna give her a kiss, Kookie?”

You swallow, fingers interlocking together as you look over to the camboy. He looks so needy, blissed out and pretty in his red rope, cock untouched and weeping. Your lips part automatically, tongue darting out to wet your lips and you don’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes are drawn to it, lids now as he nods. 

With your hands pinned to your chest and kneeling, you don’t feel able to meet him halfway so you just wait as Jungkook crawls to you, glancing up at Hoseok for permission before burying your hands in your hair alongside the dom’s. With barely a second to suck in a breath, Jungkook ducks his head, his lips descending onto yours with sweet, unrestrained need. 

Unable to touch him back, you let your eyes slip shut with the soft presses of his mouth, taking everything he gives you. Everything about Jungkook in this moment is soft; his lips, his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones, even the subtle scent of vanilla as his hair tickles your face - but the stiff grip in your hair is anything but, reminding you where exactly you are and the hand you’re under.

Your breath hitches as two things happen at once; Jungkook’s tongue presses into your mouth, deepening the kiss, and behind you Hoseok shifts, getting up on the bed behind you. Though you can’t see him, you become even more aware of his commanding presence, through the simple gesture of a fingertip, tracing beside lines of rope with a touch so light you shiver.

“You both look so pretty for me,” Hoseok murmurs warmly, his voice closer than you’d expected him to be, sounding like it’s right beside your air. Jungkook doubles his efforts in response, and your core is alight with excitement when you instinctively go to touch him, only to be reminded of the restraint you’re in. 

Jungkook kisses without abandon, not hurried but deep and purposeful. Though you still tremble under Hoseok’s teasing touch, your mind is so enraptured by Jungkook’s tongue in your mouth and teeth on your lips that you lose track of it. 

The camboy doesn’t dare venture his hands further than your face, cupping it so tenderly as he delves into you, so your eyes fly open with shock when two fingers are suddenly slipping through your folds, running over your clit for a single delicious moment of pleasure. You moan in shock and pull away to look down.

Between your kneeling legs is the slender but calloused hand of your Master himself, wrapped around your front and slipping inside you without question like you’re his. His to explore, his to ruin. You pant at the intrusion of two fingers, clenching around him, but his only response is to tug suddenly at your hair, pulling your gaze back up again.

Nipping sharply at the bridge of your ear, Hoseok scolds you. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growls harshly, “did I?”

“Sorry, Master,” you reply without thinking, barely a moment before you let out a muffled squeak from Jungkook joining you together again, wasting no time to obey. 

Hoseok doesn’t stop his motions between your legs; on the contrary, he continues without pause, fingers moving inside you with a steady urgency. 

For a while, your brows furrow, hips rocking below him. He keeps missing your g-spot, fingers too straight to press against it on each thrust, and he moves to three fingers without touching your clit at all, hand held foward off of you to avoid friction. You moan brokenly into Jungkook’s mouth as you realise Hoseok’s doing it intentionally, stretching you out almost clinically, without regard or want for your pleasure. You go weak at the thought, sinking forward into Jungkook’s embrace, but soon enough the fingers are removed from you completely. Empty and unsatisfied just like earlier, you huff and begin to kiss the camboy more frantically, desperate for some pleasure to replace it. 

But Hoseok clearly isn’t having it. “Stop,” he commands shortly, “hands off.”

Jungkook sits back quickly, making sure you won’t slump over before he presses his hands to his thighs again, cock twitching at the continued neglect. Blinking, he licks his swollen lips and glances behind you to Hoseok in confusion. “Master?”

Your mouth goes dry when you hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. Hoseok’s hand leaves your hair suddenly, and you feel unmoored between the two men, just you and your hands tucked under your chin. “You tasted her pretty little pussy in Week One, didn’t you, Jungkookie? Would you like her to return the favour?”

Eyes wide, you drop your gaze down to Jungkook’s aching dick, as it twitches and leaks another thin trail of precum, the boy groaning. “Please, Master.” His fingers flex, holding back from touching it. “‘Hurts,” he whines.

You bite your lip, mouth watering. He’s not as big as Namjoon, but you know how fully he filled you just yesterday, and to have him in your mouth… “Please,” you croak out, fingers wiggling in the air as you’re unable to lower yourself to him. 

“Good girl,” Hoseok praises, hands strong on your shoulders as he helps you down, elbows propping yourself up awkwardly in the space that Jungkook’s shuffled back from. “Gotta warm Kookie up too, don’t we? Open up, princess.”

Like this, you’re able to keep upright, but barely, craning your neck to look up at Jungkook. His cock is in front of you, and this close you can see just how flushed it is, the tip almost perfect. Hoping your pleading gaze can communicate your desperation, you open your mouth, letting your tongue rest just over your bottom lip.

Jungkook’s brows furrow in wanton need as he glances towards Hoseok. “Can I touch her, Master? Help her?”

“Of course,” Hoseok’s voice allows from behind you, palms running over the flesh of your ass, “but my little prince better not cum.”

Jungkook visibly shivers at the nickname, hips jerking uselessly. “Y-yes, Master,” he allows, before tipping your chin up so gently, gripping himself to guide his length into your waiting mouth. 

You moan the moment your lips wrap around his tip, the tang of his precum bursting on your tongue as you flick it over the slit, making Jungkook thrust up again, enough that his cock reaches the back of your mouth. You’re barely able to avoid gagging, but you inhale harshly through your nose, blinking up at him as he brushes your hair back with a shaky apology. 

Knowing he can’t orgasm, Jungkook seems happy enough to lazily roll his hips, just enjoying the wet warmth around him as you follow his rhythm, enjoying the slight ache of your jaw around his girth. Hoseok gives you only a few moments to reach this equilibrium before you feel his cock lining up against you. 

Eyes widening, you’re given no time to prepare as he slides inside you, slowly but without pause, making your back arch with the intrusion.

You moan, muffled, as Hoseok pulls out and begins to pick up a steady pace, once again sliding right past your g-spot, not fast enough to make your toes curl and not deep enough to make your eyes roll. There’s no denying he’s doing it on purpose, and the thought that he might not let you cum at all has you whining desperately around Jungkook’s cock, loud enough that Hoseok hears.

To your disappointment, he tsks and pulls out, tugging at your hair to pull you off Jungkook. “What the fuck?” you complain bitterly, sucking off the drool that’s accumulated in the corners of your mouth. Equally deprived, Jungkook makes a noise of confusion, but before he can speak up, a commanding voice calls out to you.

“That’s it, on your back,” Hoseok orders, making you jump as he smacks the flesh of your ass. “If you’re gonna be ungrateful you won’t get anything at all.”

You pout, craning your neck to look back at him. “Hobi,” you whine, hoping to appeal to that soft inner that got you what you wanted the last time you were scening with him, but it doesn’t work. 

Impatient, his hands find your hips, flipping you around unceremoniously. Your breath is punched out of you as you’re suddenly landing on your back, and you whimper as he hooks a finger in your harness over the top of your breast, using it to tug you higher up the bed so that him and Jungkook are on either side of your waist. 

“You’ve been far better behaved,” Hoseok directs at Jungkook casually, reaching into the duffle bag to pull out a square foil packet, “so you’ll get my cock instead.”

Jungkook bites his lip harshly, shuffling on his knees as Hoseok rolls a condom on. “Thank you, Master,” he replies politely, eyes lidded and needy. 

“What a good boy,” Hoseok coos, reaching over to brush a fond hand over Jungkook’s cheek. “Do you wanna fuck Y/n too, my little prince?” You let out a low groan at the prospect, at the way Hoseok speaks for you like you’re a toy of his. The thought is more erotic than you’d expect, and your legs part unconsciously.

Jungkook whimpers at the sight, dark hair curling at his temples with perspiration. “Please, Master.”

“Go on, then, baby.” Hoseok gestures for him to straddle you, and you whimper as Jungkook’s form blocks the light from the ceiling, framing him in a silhouette of dark hair. 

Your legs part further as he settles between them, cock brushing between your folds lightly until he puts a hand down to line himself up. With one arm bracing himself, Jungkook slowly drives his cock deep inside you, small rocking motions to get you accustomed to him as he bottoms out. The two of you groan in unison, the feeling of being full again like bliss.

Before Jungkook can set a pace, you hear Hoseok’s voice again behind him. “There’s only one thing,” the dom adds in an apologetic tone, “Y/n hasn’t earned an orgasm yet, not like my sweet prince has. If you want to fuck her, Jungkookie, she better not cum.”

You let out a frustrated moan, heel kicking into the mattress. “Fuck,” you whine, hips already rocking against Jungkook’s length inside of you, “are you serious?”

Calmly, Hoseok clicks open a bottle of what must be lube, and you feel Jungkook go lax above you, holding his weight off of your torso but dropping his head onto the bed beside yours, groaning lowly. “Of course I’m serious,” he explains simply as he preps Jungkook with his fingers, “I’m doing you a favour, Y/n. This way you won’t make the same mistake twice.”

You sob, feeling Jungkook twitch inside you from the pleasure he’s receiving from Hoseok. As the dom finally deems Jungkook ready and lines himself up, you realise why Hoseok was so popular at his job. Handling two subs, let alone one who was getting punished and one who was now getting rewarded, was a tough balance, and yet he does it with such cool and professional ease. 

Jungkook curses, rocking his hips with stuttered gasps, and you feel the impact of Hoseok’s hips through Jungkook’s body as he thrusts the first time, the camboy hurriedly throwing his other arm up on the other side of your head to prop himself up with more stability. You can feel the rhythm as he gets fucked, and the way his chest heaves, breaths panting over your bare shoulder. 

With your hands tied to your chest and lain on your back, you quickly realise there is nothing you can do to chase any pleasure for yourself, and you let out another low sob. You won’t be making the same mistake twice indeed, you muse as Jungkook barely shifts inside you. He feels so good, but it’s just not enough for you to get anywhere close to your own high. The lesson has most certainly been learned; if you want pleasure, you play by Hoseok’s rules.

“Please, Master,” you pipe up desperately, looking past Jungkook’s shoulder to the dom’s face, calm even as his hips rock with the graceful fluidity of a dancer, every stroke making Jungkook cry out. “I’ll do anything, Master, I’m sorry for being bad, just please let me come!”

A grin spreads across his face, satisfied, even as he grunts from exertion, Jungkook trembling above you as he’s brought mercilessly to the edge. “It’s too late for that,” Hoseok pants out with a chuckle, “it’s already time for my little prince to cum.”

Jungkook moans, a high-pitched keen at the pet-name, and the sound is so sinful you can’t help but clench, making him stiffen impossibly inside you. 

It only takes a thrust or two more, and a gruff command to cum before Jungkook does just that, spilling inside you with a drawn-out whine, thanking his Master with every breath he can suck into his lungs. 

He manages to keep his weight off of you as he rides his high, Hoseok fucking him into oversensitivity before he pulls out, leaving briefly to discard the condom. Jungkook pulls out of you with a wince, but a satisfied one, and rolls over onto his back, running his fingers under the lines of rope lazily as he catches his breath.

Once Hoseok returns, he begins untying you first, and as your wrists are loosened from your chest and promptly released, the cool air on your skin feels like defeat. Your eyes slip shut, a pout no doubt on your lips as you give him nothing but dead weight, forcing the professional to manhandle your torso as he undoes the rope bit by bit. 

You open your eyes once he’s done, frowning at him as he releases the rope from Jungkook’s body. Without looking, Hoseok chastises you. “Don’t look at me like that,” he scolds, “I’m sure next time you’ll be behaved like our Jungkookie here.” The boy in question preens softly at the compliment, blinking up at Hoseok as the dom brushes his hair out of his eyes.

The sight warms your heart, and you can’t deny that Hoseok has the right to discipline you, no doubt feeling self-conscious about his place on the show. And the feeling of him playing you so skilfully is something that will stick with you for a good while. You press your thighs together, sighing out at the slick still between them.

After finishing with Jungkook, speaking quietly with him in praise or reassurance, he comes back around to you, rubbing at the few red marks on your chest and wrists that have appeared from your movements. His eyes search your face, and you’re surprised to see the absolute calm in them, clearly switched out of the Master persona and just into a dominant but caring one. “Not hurt?” 

You shake your head after taking the time to really think it through, wiggling your fingers and toes.

“Not angry?” 

Again, you take a moment to consider, but shake your head.

Hoseok smiles down at you, warm as he squeezes your hands fondly. “Good. Now I know you can’t sleep in your own bed, so Jungkookie has kindly offered for you to stay here with him. Take care of each other, okay? I’m just down the hall.”

By the time Hoseok zips up his pants - you note that even after all that, you hadn’t seen him properly naked - and gathers his bag, Jungkook’s managed to slip his legs under the blankets, snoring away peacefully with the aftermath of a good orgasm.

After the dom leaves, you get under the covers yourself, watching the relaxing cycle of Jungkook’s chest rising and falling, the way his eyes flutter lightly in his sleep, but it doesn’t lull you to unconsciousness.

Instead, the unsatisfied throb between your legs just grows more ferocious than ever. If you could just get yourself off…

Your hand trails down, slipping between your legs naturally, but the first swipe of your index finger against your clit gives you pause. Hoseok had pretty clearly stated that you weren’t to masturbate without permission unless you were in a scene with another contestant and, well… 

You grimace as Jungkook snuffles in his sleep, wriggling around to get more comfortable. You can’t exactly wake him up.

Which leaves you with only one option.

Fuck it. As quietly as you can, you slip out of bed, stumbling over to your pile of clothes. After retrieving your phone - still somehow tucked neatly into your pants pocket - you hop back into bed and seek out the one contact who can alleviate your need. Hoseok himself.

You answer the call with shaking fingers, those not still buried inside you. When Hoseok’s voice comes through, it’s thankfully quiet and low, but the words still make you keen.

“Princess couldn’t wait until the morning, hm?” Hoseok chuckles quietly at your whine of response. “That’s okay. Let Master help you.”

You sigh out, sitting the phone so that it lies on the pillow beside you. “Please, Master,” you whisper, “can I touch my clit?”

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, “such a polite girl now. Baby took her lesson well. You can touch it, princess. Get yourself close for me.”

When you change the angle of the fingers thrusting inside you to make room to rub at your clit, you could cry from the satisfaction, biting your lip to muffle the moan that’s pulled from your lungs. 

Glancing quickly beside you to ensure Jungkook’s asleep, the sight of him sleeping so peacefully as you get off right beside him has you clenching down, and your back arches off the bed. 

Your high is close, and the faster you strum your clit frantically, the more you pant, desperate to keep quiet. Your mouth drops open as you suddenly feel the orgasm approaching, and you turn to the phone on the pillow, getting close enough that he can hear your whisper. “I’m go-gonna cum, Hoseokie, fuck,” you choke out before quickly pressing your lips together, preventing further noise.

His voice is low velvet on the phone, a calm command. “Cum for Master now, princess.”

You feel your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, crashing so violently that you curl over your hands, shivering and convulsing as pleasure rocks every inch of your body. As it floods you entirely, you feel hot tears stream down your face, ones you didn’t even know you were shedding. Your thighs shake and your chest heaves and you don’t stop your fingers until there’s no more pleasure left to be milked from you. 

When you finally cum down from your high, panting, you fumble clumsily for the phone. “Tha-thank you, Master.”

Perhaps it’s the post-orgasm delirium, but you swear you hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs, “you’re most welcome, princess. Now get some rest. You’ve earned it.”

After hanging up, you lock your phone and chuck it down onto the carpet beside the bed carelessly, the wetness between your thighs no longer uncomfortable, now just a satisfying reminder of the pleasure he finally allowed you. Taking one last look at the tranquil face of Jungkook as he slept, you let yourself join him in a blissful unconsciousness.

ELIMINATION GRAPH

No elimination this week ! What a doozy, huh? If you were curious, here are the results of the vote!

It was taken after exactly 48 hours of the poll being open, and required a sign-in with email to prevent spamming so that it was as fair as possible!

In the future, we’ll use this format for both Fan Favourite and Elimination voting. I’ll tell you the top three for audience fan-favourites in the following chapter, and for elimination you’ll find out Y/n’s final decision in the following chapter, plus this graph at the end for the complete results.

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