Thoughts on the slight increase of Barty and James being friends/getting along? And how well do you think it fits your personal headcanons?
there is no universe in which i see them even remotely tolerating the other 😭 their worldviews are too fundamentally opposed. i like thinking about them as foils & i enjoy the person barty becomes through james's eyes (impossible to understand, indefensible).
to me they both have knight complexes, but in opposite directions... james is devoted to The Best Version of his partner because he generally sees people for their potential. but his blind commitment to believing the people he loves are Fundamentally Good & expecting them to be that way can become pretty delusional and suffocating (<- arthur coded). meanwhile barty is willing to give everything up for an ounce of boypussy and actively wants to wallow with you in the muck (<- lancelot vibes) and that coding is why barty would ruin his entire life lmfao
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Fuck i can't get the idea of fuckboy!yangyang as a subby tease out of my mind 😫 i can’t stop thinking about him acting all cocky in public just so you can pin him down and tease him later. those low seductive words just morph into whines and pleas while you fuck omfg i love it. one minutes his eyes glint with mischief as he teases you with fleeting touches in public, and the next his eyes are half lidded and hazy while you ride him into next week with a hand around his neck. he loves loves loves when you fuck him like this, and he especially loves when you leave marks on him. he definitely likes showing them off around campus, and even flaunts marks he got from other people, just so you’ll replace them with your own later. just so fucking shameless, all so he can rile you up.
imagine him at a party just dancing behind you, not grinding on you just yet, but close enough for you to feel the faint warmth of his body and the whispers of his words ghosting over your skin. through the heavy bass you hear him loud and clear murmuring in your ear, how he’s been staring at you all night and you look fucking delicious, and how he can’t wait to get a taste. you get more into it, pressing back against him, telling him how good you think he looks, just to watch his eyes slide shut, and you know his dick twitches in his pants at your words.
“it’s all for you. i like having you watch me.” he hums in your ear, hands sliding to the curve of your waist, grasping just enough for you to feel the delectable pressure of his fingers.
then he angles his hips just right for you to feel his hard cock against your ass, and he all but moans in your ear, "when you want me, i'm yours. just come and get me." before pulling away, making you follow him and damn near chase after him. as much as he desires you that way, he also likes being desired that way too. he likes knowing you want him as much as he wants you, that you wanna ruin him just as much as he wants to be ruined by you.
when you get him alone, thankfully finding some spare bedroom, you instantly press him down onto the bed much to his delight. the pounding bass from downstairs sounds distant and faint compared to the way your hearts beat intensely from the anticipation. he’s all but writhing under you, rolling his hips up into yours, moaning into the kisses as you slide your tongue into his mouth, telling you wordlessly but oh so loudly how much he wants you to take him. and he’s so loud the whole time. he’s loud while he eats you out, moaning and humming against your folds while he pleases you, getting louder when you praise him and tug on his hair to move him where you want him to be. he’s loud when you fuck him, or when you have him fuck you, beyond delighted to be deep inside you and over the moan at the pleasure he feels. he’ll call you whatever you want, ma’am, mommy, mistress, baby, your name, anything you want. he’ll do anything for you, fuck you however you want, eat you out as much as you want. hell he’ll even bend over and let you take him if that’s what you want to do to him. he just wants to be yours so fucking bad, completely hooked on you, wanting to give you everything you desire and then some. it makes him happier than he’s even willing to admit that you crave him just as bad, that when you see him your first thoughts are about touching him, tasting him, having him make you cum. that’s why he keeps coming back to you, over and over, until before he knows it, he’s just fucking you and not anyone else. the pleasure and the satisfaction is just too perfect. you are just too perfect, dominant enough to give him exactly what he wants and satisfy the submissive urge within him.
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