Someone please explain to me why "stans" are going after the actors again. ESPECIALLY THE ACTORS OF COLOR? Fabien is getting garbage on his socials again. Bethany is getting death threats. Give me a fucking break, this is ridiculous.
This is a SHOW. These characters are FAKE.
Ya'll need help because you obviously cannot separate fiction from reality anymore. Fucking wackjobs.
Mobius just trying his fucking hardest to take Loki on a date like Loki we need to stop for refreshments so we can focus on the mission, let’s go to the balloon park, let’s ride this tandem bike which is totally necessary, let’s hold hands and kiss what
Gothamites go so hard on their special interests that you have a high probability of finding the identity of any rogue by looking up Gotham University's disgraced PhD's in that field.
content: noncon, jisung x reader (featuring… jaemin !)
“jisung,” jaemin starts, the teasing lilt making jisung blow air into his cheeks, preparing himself. “are you crying?”
jisung sniffles. he is crying but he isn’t sure why. is it because of the guilt? because the origin of the overwhelming sensation of euphoria beginning in his cock, traveling down his body to his toes, and up to his head, leaving him hot and feeling weightless was coming from something so despicable? or is it simply the feeling itself? that thought is even worse. jisung would have bet everything his owns and ever will own that he loved you unconditionally less than a half hour ago. he would’ve sworn that he was okay with being casted aside by you, that he didn’t need this.
but here he is. with crystal beads trickle down his soaked eyelashes and puffy eyelids, his inflated, ruby-colored cheeks, and quivering pout. still, he shakes his head from side to side. once. twice.
jaemin laughs, his own face flushing as he examines the scene in front of him. a blubbering jisung painted crimson, lean muscles stiff, glossy and sticky all over. you, a similar glistening sheen, trembling hands covering your swollen face.
“jisungie,” jaemin coos, “why are you crying?”
jaemin swipes a hand across jisung’s back. jisung ignores it, a light hiccup leaving his throat, unable to muster enough energy to slap the scathing touch away from him as he finds himself stuck in his head again.
he isn’t being forced. jaemin isn’t holding him down like jisung is hold you. he isn’t pushing on jisung’s hips, making him thrust in and out of you repeatedly. jisung is doing it all himself, actively choosing to keep you beneath him when all he has to do is let go of your arms, slip his cock out of your strained hole, lift his weight from your body, and you’d be free to go.
but he isn’t. he won’t. he can’t.
he still doesn’t know why he’s doing it. at least, he claims he doesn’t. all jisung knows that he won’t be letting up anytime soon.