#BUT!! at a FURTHER glance theres that shared aspect of wanting to get out of that awful town with the person you love!

[fiberglassandflowers]

im still conflicted about my placements for the little shop of horrors at the moment

[siriusmydeer]

Cute lil remus x reader drabble (marauders era) where the reader gets caught up with homework and doesn't realise that it's 3am until remus comes downstairs to check on you and then makes you go to sleep but you refuse until you get a cuddle from remus which ends up with you in his dorm and the marauders are very confused in the morning when you're in remmys bed

dove

remus lupin x gryffindor!fem!reader

summary: after a long night of studying, remus offers to help you get to sleep.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: innuendos of sex, mentions of sleep deprivation, mentions of overworking yourself, immense fluff and shit writing

“transfiguration, potions, er charms...” your voice was mumbled and befuddled from the amount of hours you had a remained awake attempting to study for your n.e.w.t.s that were now quickly approaching as the days went on.

sat on the plush red vermillion couch, scrummaging through your school papers and starting to slightly stain your un-manicured fingers black from all the ink that you had been using on your notes. why couldn’t hogwarts use pens like a regular person?

flicking your wrist in your direction, looking at the antique watch that laid on your wrist; squinting at the little ticks trying to decipher the time from your blurry and sleep deprived eyes. your brows furrowed seeing the time directly on the flesh of your wrist.

3:07am.

oh shit— had you been up that late? how long had you been studying for? when was the last time you even got up from your seat...?

stretching your arms over your head you glanced around the room, hearing a slight creak; peering over on both staircases leading to the dormitories then further glancing back at your charms notes that had been dreadfully scribbled.

the lycanthrope cracked his knuckles once rubbing his eyes with the palm oh his hands, a ‘pop’ sound remaining present in the common room and his socks tapping against the mahogany wood of the staircase. you were stiff on the couch, your back hunched over and eye-bags hued the colour of light purple.

“dove?” the fawn-haired boy yawned, his voice extremely hoarse and barely audible. “why y’still awake, it’s late.” he muttered getting into a comfortable hunched over position behind scarlet-coloured sofa. his hazel irises were barely visible due to his lidded eyes and his prominent drowsiness.

“moony, ‘m studying, theres exams soon. i cant fail.” your voice solemn, and full of lassitude. dragging your palm against the skin of your forehead, a clamorous groan emerging from your throat. “why’s there got to be so much work, ‘m tired and i just want to sleep!”

the boy thought for a moment, the both of you in a relationship had been fairly knew, especially to the three of your friends. but slowly becoming a normal thing over the time you and remus had started dating. remus didn’t want to push any boundaries with you, and just wanted you to rest for a moment.

“how ‘bout you sleep in my dorm?” the fawn-haired boy debated, curious if you would take him up on his offer to sleep in his bed with him.

at his words you quickly spun your head in his direction, adamantly shocked that he wanted to spend the night with you. not sexually, of course, remus wasn’t like that; but wanting you to spend the night with him so you would be as comfortable as possible.

you were silent for a moment; thinking on how to respond. his mind immediately taking silence for denial, as he was about to retract his offer you spoke.

“you think the boys wouldn’t mind?” your tone soft spoken and inquisitive. he looked at you quizzically for a moment, his brown-bushed eyebrows furrowed for a moment and shook his head in a horizontal motion.

you scrunched your eyebrows for a moment, getting up from the couch in a hurried motion; hearing small cracks from your joints. both and you and remus had grimaced at the crackle-like sound, “ill stop, i guess, but ‘m not cleaning up all the crap.” gesturing to the scattered papers on the creaky wooden floor and in the crevices buried in the couch.

he chuckled at the early-dawn laziness and beckoned you to the staircase with a firm hand placed against the rumpled shirt that laid flat against your lower-back.

he guided you into the room, some aspects were incredibly clean, some crevices abundantly messy. the room lingered in a scent of cigarettes, leather, perspiration and an immensely strong cologne; scents that had a correlation of each of the boys.

you saw a navy blue shirt thrown onto the floor, along with some quidditch gear and a deck of scattered cards. each boy sleeping in their respected bed, some curtains half-way or fully closed. you continued to pad over to remus’ twin bed, too comfortable and fatigued to ask if he wanted to go in first.

simply just unravelling the sheets, awaiting for his presence. you felt a slight dip behind you, two slender arms secured around the curves of your torso and his well-defined chin placed on the crown of your head. the hair of your head slightly tickling the flesh of his olive-toned skin.

“is this... is this alright?” he cleared his throat awkwardly, attempting to diffuse any standing tension and trying to make sure that you didn’t do this out of pity for him, or afraid to reject his offer.

“s’alright, remus. now hush, we have school tomorrow.” you giggled for a moment at his timid state, your tone hushed in respect for the other boys in their unconscious states.

he pressed a kiss in your hairline, replacing his chin back in its original spot. both your breaths slowly becoming in sync with each other and his heart beat lulling you to sleep like a recurrent lullaby.

it was bright daylight time—hearing birds chirping and a familiar daze slowly waking you up, along with three other male voices. you pretended to remain in an unconscious state due to curiosity on what they might’ve been talking about.

“since when does remus have y/n in bed?” someone said, maybe sirius, or james. their voices syncing and sounding very similarly in the rasp of their early-morning voices.

“i didn’t know they were doing overnights just yet, he said he didn’t wanna ‘pressure her into something.’ as if they’ve never shared a bed.” peter clearly stated, his voice slightly pitched higher than the other boys.

well never shared a night together, romantically. the closeness of your relationship with remus prior to your relationship never faltered, but remained platonic. so their references had been prior to the night you had spent together on the astronomy tower, following your first kiss together.

“they don’t look like... y’know. or maybe they covered it up well?” a voice became clear, sirius’. as their conversation had built their voices had dulled down the rasp and became more normal.

“i’d appreciate if you didn’t talk about my private sex life, please.” you stated, your timbre fairly husky because of your voice box that hadn’t been used in the past several hours.

all of their heads turned swift in your direction, your eyes remained closed and shuffling a bit to get more comfortable wrapped in your lovers arms.

“agreed.” remus, stated. now slowly waking up from his deep and comfortable state about to accuse the boys of their inappropriate conversation right in-front of the couple.

“oh shit.”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Its All Good Business

Summery- 2.4k Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky. You are there girl and they will use you as they want to. Warnings- Drug Use and Sex. This is an 18+ Only Blog. Lyrics in italiacs are from Lana Del Rey Off To The Races. 

Owned Sinfully Sweet Masterlist

My old man is a bad man But I can’t deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me, he has me by my heart He doesn’t mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn’t mind I have a L.A crass way about me He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart

Swimming pool Glimmering darling White bikini off with my red nail polish Watch me in the swimming pool Bright blue ripples, you Sitting sipping on your Black Crystal, oh yeah

Light of my life, fire in my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire in my loins Gimme them gold coins Gimme them coins

Sun sparks off the pools chlorine blue ripples when you step out from glass doors, dropping your sunglasses to cover your eyes, toned body slick already with a touch of baby oil, They liked you tanned, all long legged golden thighs to spread when desired. They took care of you, met your needs with flourish. All you had to do, was be theres completely. It was an arrangement that worked out well for you in all aspects. 

Your fingers slipped along the ties of your white bikini just as Bucky stepped out, black crystal clinking cubes among dark liquor, and as you pulled them loose to drop them, he came up behind you, cold lips brushing along the back of your neck and fingers plucking at the string holding your top up. That to billowed down with the bottoms and you arched your hands to dive in, shattering the diamond gleam the sun was causing. 

He smirked watching his girl glide, moving over to a lounge nearby, and on the table he pulled the tray closer, leaning forward to line up rows of white powder, neat and precise, he swirled his drink once more and sipped from it. “Doll, come on out” He directed as you lapped back around, twisting to return to his side of the pool, you brace hands against the side and pull yourself up, dripping a trail behind you. Reaching for a nearby towel, you pat yourself while, biting your lip. Using a rolled up bill, he snorted the first line and reached to pull you in his lap, when he grasped your chin, his tongue sweeping over your teeth and you moaned softly, cupping his face. 

“Testing it out?” you take his hand and draw his finger in between your lips, sucking lightly tasting where he had handled it, all big eyed staring at him. Bucky you never knew what to expect, he liked to tease you once in a while.  

You could see that flint cold glint flash in his eyes, mouth cocking in a grin at your actions. “I know my shits good baby, just wanted to share with you.” He flicked the rolled bill in his fingers and held it out for you to take. “Figured we could get ready for going out tonight.” 

Taking it you shifted in his lap so you could lean over the table, red manicured nails pinched the bill between them and you dragged it over the line, the hit, euphoric. Snorting a bit to clear your passage, Bucky was already turning you to face him again, skimming a hand over your breast and closing his mouth over your nipple to suckle and tug, there was no way you could stop him if you wanted to. You were his, he could do whatever he wanted with you. So when his fingers slipped between folds, you ground your hips for him, triggering a rush of arousal. “Always such a slut for me, right in broad daylight to” He leaned back, just watching you ride his fingers, twisting your fingers into his suit jacket. “Dont be messing this up to much” 

You nod in understanding and you know what he wants to hear. “Yes Daddy, I will be good.” Biting your lips when you could feel two of his fingers slide into you, slick as you were, clutching around him. You roll your hips more vigorously, that little bundle of nerves firing all senses to heat you, coiling in your belly. The cocaine had done its job, making you extra sensitive. Was he going to let you cum this time? Bucky loved leaving you on the edge, wanting, waiting till he was damn good and ready for you to release. 

Leaning into him, your lips whisper over his, flick of the tongue trailing along his and he brushed back your hair that had fallen in your face, fisting his fingers tight into the back of your head. “Do you deserve to cum today Doll?” You whimper for him, and he kisses you hard, growling against your lips. “Do it now” He demanded, and you sped yourself up, driving to finish now before he got impatient, and with a gasp, your mouth falling open into an “o” your orgasm rolled through you, his hold in your hair loosening so you can lean into his chest, whimpering “Thank you Daddy” against his neck. 

Giving you an open mouth kiss, sliding his fingers from your still aroused pussy “Your welcome Doll, now go inside, Steve is waiting for you” He sucked off his fingers and took another sip from his drink, winking at you. “Better hurry now”

My old man is, a tough man But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam And he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life In fact he says he thinks it’s what he might like about me, admires me The way I roll like a rolling stone

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom Chateau Marmont Slipping on my red dress, putting on my make up Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him

Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you want me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you want me, gimme them coins

Quick to go back inside, you didnt even bother putting the bikini back on. When Steve is waiting, he doesnt like to be kept waiting for long. Searching him out, you find him in your closet of all places. Going through your clothing, and you move to where he would demand you to be. On your knees, quiet and watching him work. Pulling out a deep red dress, he finally made his decision on what you will be wearing for them tonight. “You can get up Sweetheart” he drawled out without glancing at you yet. 

Moving to get up, he bypasses you in the closet entrance and lays the dress out on the bed. Now he turned, beckoning you over to him, his large hands slide down your bare hips. “Did Bucky tell you we were going to the club tonight?” The one they owned together, where they originally found you when you applied to be one of there dancers. How fucken long ago does that seem now.

“Yes Ste-” You started when suddenly his hand grips your jaw, squeezing and anger flashing in his eyes. You are to never call them by there names, and sometimes it slips. 

“What was that Sweetheart?” His face is stern, commanding and you whine out before he releases his grip, you would make it up to him later, but the apology falls from your lips in the mean time. 

“Sorry Daddy, and yes he did tell me. Is this for me?” You motion towards the red dress, and he goes back to being tender with his touches, a light brush of his fingers here, tracing the natural curves of your body. 

“That it is, go clean up and put it on. Gotta have our girl looking good tonight.” You squeal and arch up to kiss him, his hands tightening there hold to help you stay to the balls of your feet, kissing back deeply, the taste of his cognac made your hightened drugged senses swarm and you pressed yourself into him hungrily. His hand moved to grasp your ass, grinding himself into you momentairly, breaking apart from you kiss, his voice deeper, graveled. “Go on now” You stepped away, taking the dress in your hands and into your bathroom, perching on a bench in front of a vanity, you start prepping your face. 

It wasnt long till Steve came in the bathroom, catching you dab red lipstick on, and run your mascara brush through your lashes. Coming up behind you, let his hand trail along your face. “Love it when you wear that red, getting it sloppily all over my cock. But I dont want your mascara to run, at least not yet.” He dipped his head to kiss your shoulder “Stand up Sweetheart and brace your hands against the vanity.” 

Steve was always the one who meant exactly what he said, you learned early on. He liked rules. You finish blotting your lip stick and move to a stand, your hands bracing on the vanity. He came up behind you, able to see you in the mirror, as his hand slipped along your back, and down till his fingers rubbed on your folds, still wet from before. “Spread your legs further” Which you did, pushing your ass out, round tempting for him to grasp. He didnt though, he kneeled behind you and ran the tip of his nose along the inside of your thigh “You smell like Heaven.”

“Taste even better Daddy” You purr, resting your head on folded arms. Sure enough his fingers spread you apart and he took a long lap through your cunt. He hummed with appreciation, and bit lightly on the inside of your thigh. 

“Your right, even better” And he drove in like a man starving, quick licks and long dragging laps, sucking your clit between teeth and pulling enough to make you jolt, thrusting his tongue into your entrance and swirling to make you clench “Dad-dy” You shudder out from ragged breaths. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and as sweet as he was being, bringing you closer to cumming on his face, you better not mess up like earlier, cause then it would all stop. You dig your hands around the edge of your vanity to keep from wriggling to much, and he replaces his tongue with fingers for just a moment, stretching you open.

“Say it again Sweatheart. Who are you a slut for?” He rose from behind, the zipper of his pants unzipping, and the head of his cock slipped along your slick wet slit. 

“Yours Daddy, yours! Please I need you now.” You lift your gaze to the mirror, and that was all he needed to thrust into you, crying out at the relief after what they had done to you, he pounded into you hard, jerking your hips till you were falling apart, thank god you were leaning on the vanity, cause you wouldnt have been able to stay up. All your makeup, scattered all over the floor with it all. Feeling him pull from you and the warmth of his ejaculation falling onto your back, you pant waiting to come back down. “Good Girl Sweetheart” He praised, rubbing along your quivering arms while he lifted you to stand again, gentle as he grasped your chin and kissing you softly. “Be ready in half an hour, the car will drop you off. Bucky and I have a business matter to attend to, and will join you there.” Before he left, he helped pick up the make up all over the floor, and left you to finish dressing. 

My old man is a thief, and I’m gonna stay and pray with him till the end But I trust in the decision of the law To watch over us Take him when he may, if he may I’m not afraid to say That I’d die without him Who else is gonna put up with me this way? I need you, I breathe you, I’ll never leave you They would rue the day, I was alone without you

You’re lying with your gold chain on Cigar hanging from your lips I said, “Hon’ you never looked so beautiful As you do now my man”

You arrived and proceeded to go into there specially reserved section, chatting with a few of the dancers whom you were friends with, you ordered yourself a club soda, still feeling the effects from earlier. You turned back to them with a smile.

“They will be arriving later, had business to attend to”

Now there was no need to reflect amongst themselves what this business would be, Steve and Bucky were well known for there illegal activities. How else would the three of them live a life of luxury. At all the doors, members of there crew stood, brazen not hiding the guns on there hips, and the amount of money, drugs, and other goods would pass through the club tonight. 

And speaking of the Devil, first Steve enters, with Bucky right behind, the crowd parted out of there way, and telling by the smirks on both there faces, they were quite happy with themselves. “Ladies” Steve steps around them and into one side of the booth, addressing them. They were all smiles to the man who paid there paychecks, Bucky came up the other side, kissing one on the cheek “Busy night girls?” Always the flirt, you knew he was affectionate with everyone, but YOU were his. You got what all the others didnt get. 

“Oh certainly, in fact our shift is about to start” and they parted with goodbyes, Bucky sliding into the booth on the other side, Steves hand rested on the inside of your thigh, grasping lightly and Buckys arm went over your shoulder. 

“Everything go good?” You question, while Bucky waved over for some drinks to be brought to the table. Steve lounged back, and releasing you, pulled out a cigar from his pocket, handing it over to Bucky and drawing out another for himself. 

“Sweetheart, deal of a lifetime. Think we got it good now. Its gonna get better” 

Your eyes widened at the news, and Bucky smirked as they brought over the drinks, tipping a few bills before turning back to you.

“Nothing but good business Doll.” Bucky nipped at your shoulder, kissing deeply on the curve of your neck. Steves fingers twirled in the loose locks of hair, winking at you. 

Fuck you loved these two, you would follow them anywhere. 

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[redwoodrroad]

ramblings on guild wars 2 storytelling

im thinking about.... the shadow of the dragon

like ok idk if i should tag this as spoilers at all because it’s all old news, but im really thinking about the shear cleverness that the writers at arenanet had for the shadow of the dragon. like in the dream / prologue quest for sylvari, even caithe doesnt know what the shadow of the dragon is--she says it’s like nightmare court influence, and shit man! the quest is even called “Fighting the Nightmare” like a big fuckin red herring to what the shadow of the dragon really is. and ok upon writing more, im gonna put everything under a cut and tag it anyway because there are definitely spoilers for everything between the ending of the personal story to the end of living world season 2. let me know what you think !! also heres a hot pic of my sylvari but go ahead and read the rest below:

so.... the dream. caithe tells you one thing, but you even go to the pale tree eventually and shes like “this is a sign that you must fight and defeat the elder dragon. uh zhaitan, i mean--definitely--definitely zhaitan, no one--no one else, nope, all zhaitan.” and you as the player just Accept It. and why wouldn’t you accept it! you TRUST her, she’s the first leader figure you know of when you first start as a sylvari, and if youre playing the game for the first time as a sylvari, she’s really the ONLY leader figure you know of, and it’s fascinating and immersive. you really feel like you can trust the pale tree because everyone sets her up to be the wisest among the sylvari, and the widely-accepted assumption is that she created the sylvari anyway. even if you chose the green knight sub-dream thing and meet Malyck, learning that he probably came from another tree, the theories just stop there: there must be other trees. of course, some researchers would take note that there were several seeds in the cave from which Ventari got the one seed, and their next question had always been, “but where did the seeds come from?” and who would even think about there being some overarching thing like a dragon being the source of the seeds??

back to the dragon: what i really wanted to get at was the Wyld Hunt. caithe helps you fight the shadow of the dragon, and the pale tree tells you it’s your wyld hunt to track down the aspects of the dream--the image you see (the white stag, the green knight, or the shield of the moon), the aphorism of ventari, and Zhaitan. she tells you that a major part of your wyld hunt is to kill zhaitan. to me, i feel like the other two things are smaller; theyre less awe-inspiring and amazing and risky, and the game sets them up to be solved over the course of like.... a couple days. once you’re at the right level, of course. the zhaitan campaign is LONG and requires the three orders of tyria to come together, and you form an entire guild, you fight for and lose Claw Island, the main lookout spot for the trade center of all of central tyria, like there’s weight to the zhaitan campaign that the other two sub-dream things just don’t have, and not only does the game set it up that way, but the writing itself makes you FEEL the weight of it. you even lose your mentor to zhaitan, so that really, to me, solidifies zhaitan as the Pinnacle sylvari player character antagonist.

snap cut to Trahearne cleansing Orr. this is his wyld hunt, and it’s Big for him. think about it--he’s been working towards this for thirty years; he’s the FIRST firstborn, and he has been working towards his wyld hunt for the entirety of the sylvari existence. when you help him cleanse orr, and you’re standing there watching him bask in realizing that he was able to complete that task, you can just feel how meaningful that moment is to him. in my mind, the sylvari player character expects that to be what they’re gonna feel when they defeat zhaitan--remember, they probably didn’t get that with the other two accomplishments, even though those things were also major parts of the dream.

so you fight zhaitan, and..... you win. the pact wins, zhaitan goes down, and theres a huge party in fort trinity. there’s no.... like..... game mechanic that would give you the feeling or satisfaction of completing a wyld hunt, and the time that i first played the personal story, it felt..... underwhelming. if i was to imagine it from a sylvari perspective, at least (my commander is human, but my sylvari is with him through the story, so ideally he would get the sylvari-centered dialogue). even when you talk to caithe, she says, “Our shared Wyld Hunt started together, so it's fitting that we end it together.” caithe Says that you completed your wyld hunt, and that’s really the only validation you get as a sylvari in this epilogue. on first glance, that really seems like.... kind of bad. like a bad wrap-up. thats it? thats my wyld hunt? what about trahearne’s moment of exhilaration? and you even talk to him later and hes like realizing how much of a weight was lifted off of him in finishing his wyld hunt, and hes absolutely living for it--but for the sylvari player character? you get none of that. like i said, at first glance, this almost sort of seems like a weird cop-out, like the writers just didnt know what to do or how to translate that feeling from trahearne to the player character. even when the character says “yes! i completed my wyld hunt!” it’s.... sort of dry. in my mind, it’s meant to feel dry: like even the player character can’t convince themselves that they really completed it, and of course, we’re not convinced either as the players.

flash forward to scarlett’s war. flash further to living world season 2. if you played it, you know exactly where im going: you go to the leadership summit in the omphalos chamber in the grove to talk about the new elder dragon situation, and lo and behold.... the shadow of the dragon appears. for non-sylvari player characters, this is just kind of a whatever moment--it’s WILD, and it’s surprising, and you realize there’s really more trouble brewing than anyone expected, especially any of the racial leaders, right?--but it’s not..... a discerning, familiar, ironically-terrifying moment. when youre a sylvari player character, you practically saw this coming. I really imagine this as the moment--the Defining moment--that the sylvari player character realizes that their wyld hunt isnt actually over and only just began with the death of zhaitan.

and then you go through the rest of season 2. you follow caithe’s memories in order to find her, and in these memories, she and faolain are trying to track down another firstborn whom Knows something. you go through three significant memories, and once you get to the cave that houses the third memory...... and you realize exactly where the sylvari came from. beyond the pale tree, beyond ventari, beyond malyck, beyond the seeds, beyond the cave--it all comes down to the dragon. the dragon Mordremoth. if you’re sylvari, you realize it on a level beyond that which anyone else in the immediate vicinity can even comprehend. for my characters, my human commander learns the truth, and his sylvari boyfriend has to just watch him turn around and process the information in silent horror. then of course, you face the shadow of the dragon for Real. and THIS is the moment the sylvari player character’s wyld hunt is truly completed. i imagine that after defeating it, the sylvari player character actually Has that moment of satisfaction that trahearne experienced the year before, and it feels spectacular. it’s everything they expected it to be!

but it’s instantly overshadowed by the full realization that sylvari are dragon minions to modremoth. small victories and huge defeats, much like we’ve seen in many of the more recent chapters. much like we saw with the end of the mordremoth campaign too, much later.

really i made this post out of my own complete realization that the magnitude of the sylvari wyld hunt wasn’t cruelly brushed aside or downplayed in the personal story; rather, it was purposefully downplayed because the sylvari player character hadnt completed their wyld hunt as the pale tree “wisely” suggested. and to bring that back in season 2 and Continue to utilize this concept of small victories crossed with massive defeats.... look i just think this stuff is great, i just keep learning more and more about this game and all its compelling uses of storytelling, and i hope this made sense because it’s 2:30am as im writing this sentence, and i ALSO hope you find it as compelling as i do

i also hope im not reiterating a point someone else has already made once haha, and if so..... same hat! :D and thank you @luxaleigh for listening to me ramble on about this earlier tonight this stuff is so fun to think about

[peachyhyvck]

a-z nsfw: moon taeil

warning: absolute filth (YOU’VE BEEN WARNED)

author’s note: so, I've seen a handful of these floating around, and I decided to make my own, cause why not! (I got this template from @chantenyongs but I wasn’t able to find the original creator to give proper credit to... I'm sorry!) I’m pretty sure I’m gonna do it for the entirety of nct (legal members only, of course) and I'll prolly just go in age order? alrighty, without further ado! (K, I just finished and I went a little overboard with this lmao oops)

that stare at the very end of the gif; hot damn

A = Aftercare

I don't know if it’s just because he’s the oldest, but it’s very evident that Taeil has taken this sort of “mother figure” towards the rest of the boys. They’ve even admitted that Taeil is the best one to turn to in regard to any personal problems they may be having. And for that very reason, I strongly believe that this angel would be tending to your every need (and then some) after y’all finish “doin’ the do.” It doesn't matter if the two of you spent hours partaking in rough, kinky sex, or if you simply made love for 20 minutes. Either way, his first instinct is to ask you how you’re feeling; followed by questions regarding showering, eating, and the possibility of another round KIDDING!

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their’s and their partner’s)

Okay but I remember reading somewhere that he said his favorite body part of his was his abs, so.... I’m just gonna leave that one as it is lmao. As for you, he’s in love borderline obsessed with your neck/jaw. Whenever you guys are alone, he likes to cup your face and rub little circles into your jawline right before he kisses you; slowly making his way down to - you guessed it -  your neck. During steamier moments, he loves attacking your neck area; loving how you squirm underneath him. He doesn't even try to hide the smirk on his face as the whimpers pour out of your mouth while continues to go to town on your neck. When he’s finished, he sits back and takes a good 15 seconds to praise himself on the dozens of blue-ish/green bruises scattered all over your neck and jawline.

C = Cum

In all honesty, I think Taeil likes to keep it plain and simple and cum inside of you. Not only does it save you a mess that neither of you really wants to clean, but he enjoys the intimacy of it. When he feels himself about to fall off the edge, he loves to hold your body flush against his, and bury his face in your neck as he lets himself go inside of you.

D = Dirty secret (A dirty secret of theirs)

This is more of a secret the both of you share, rather than just him, but if any of the boys found out it would end the two of you. You’d both be too mortified to show your faces ever again... I mean, who wouldn't be embarrassed if their friends found out that they took part in their sex life? The entire thing actually started out as an accident. One day while you were at the dorms, you unintentionally got a little too close to Yuta while the two of you were watching a scary movie together. Taeil watched from the other room, fuming as you clung onto one another; burying your faces into each others chests. That night, Taeil decided to show you who you really belonged too, and after agreeing that that was by far the best sex the two of you had ever had, the whole “using the members to tease Taeil” thing became a regular occurrence!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As far as actual physical experience goes, I don't think Taeil has much of any. He spent years of his life as a trainee, with presumably little to no time to maintain any kind of relationship; so I think its safe to say he’s still a virgin. But I do think he knows a lot about sex in general, and knows just how to please a woman. Given the opportunity, I think he’d do a pretty damn good job!

F = Favorite position

Taeil prefers good ol’ missionary. Referring back to the answers I've already given, this position not only gives him free rein to mark up your neck as much as he pleases, but it also allows him to pull your body against his and bury his face into your neck while he cums.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Honestly, I think it all depends on his state of mind. If he’s stress free, or as stress free as you can be as an idol, and in a good place, I think sex would be bubbly and lighthearted! But if he’s being overworked, and the pressure is weighing down on his shoulders, I feel like he’d be more serious, and focus all his attention on fucking his troubles away.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

Tbh I think he’s pretty good at keeping himself well groomed. As long as there’s nobody to shave for, I don't think he’d go through all the hassle. He probably trims it regularly to keep it under control, but as soon as he gets into a relationship, I can see him starting to actually shave... Cause I mean, ya never know when you’re gonna get lucky, am I right??? 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

“Doyoung-ah, I’m romantic” I'm sorry that’s the first thing that popped into my head as soon as I read the question lmao. But in all honesty, I truly think Taeil is a very romantic person! During mainstream, casual sex, I see him as the “people pleaser” type. He’s always putting you before himself. He's one of those people that actually gets off on your pleasure! He doesn't even think about coming before you have.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

I’d say Taeil masturbates on a regular basis; sometimes more than usual when he’s got a little extra tension built up in him. But he’s kinda weird in regard to said topic... Even though y’all have done much worse in the bedroom, he still gets oddly shy when it comes to masturbating? He checks at least three time to make sure he locked the door before even thinking about dropping his pants. Even the thought of you catching him in the act has him losing his hard on faster than he got it... idk man, I guess everyone needs their alone time, right?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again - Taeil is one hella freaky dude. As far as kinks go, I think he’s into the following:

Dominance: Referring back to the “dirty secret,” you can bet your ass Taeil is gonna be the one in charge in the bedroom! He takes much pride in the way you listen to each and every one of his commands. Even when he “gives you control” for the night, you and him both know damn well that you’re never really in control... Even when you top, he’s got a firm grasp on your hips; controlling both your speed and your movements.

Marking (giving & receiving): Also referring back to his favorite body part of yours, Taeil has a slight obsession with leaving as many hickeys on you as he can. He loves the way your body, (neck in particular), looks after he’s left his mark on you; in the form of little purple blotches. He also secretly loves it when you return the favor; as long as its below the neckline, and out of sight for anyone to see! He likes to bitch and complain about the hickeys on his chest and scratch marks covering his back the morning after, but when he's all alone, he’ll stand in the mirror shirtless, and admire the work of art you left on his skin.

Dirty talk (giving & receiving): At first glance, Taeil might seem like a shy and reserved kind of guy, but in the bedroom he’s far from! He’s actually quite blunt. He likes to whisper crude remarks in your ear in-between pants and moans; leaving you speechless and blushing like crazy. But Taeil can’t even put into words what it does to him when you return the vulgar comments. It sends a chill down his spine hearing such dirty words spill from your precious mouth, and he has to stop himself from coming right then and there.

Teasing (giving): This little shit... Taeil is the biggest damn tease! One of his favorite things to do is make you beg for whatever it is he’s withholding from you. He’s relentless, too. If you’re feeling stubborn and refuse to give into his desire to hear you beg, then oh well. I guess you’ll have to go without, because no matter how willful you may be, he’s even more headstrong; and he is not giving you want you want until he hears you beg for it!

Orgasm control (giving): This one goes hand in hand with the teasing. More often than not, Taeil is going to make you work for your orgasms! Right when he realizes you’re on the brink of euphoria, he’ll slow down any and all movements to an agonizing, torturous pace, with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. He’ll then proceed to taunt you, asking if you “really deserve it” in an ever so condescending tone. Sometimes ya just wanna slap him.

Loud sex: If you ask me, Taeil is one of, if not the loudest in bed. He lets himself bask in the pleasure, not giving two fucks about how loud he may be in the process. But he’s always making an effort not to get too loud; as he wants to be able to hear you crying out from the pleasure. And if you’re thinking of slapping a hand over your mouth, or biting your lip to forcibly quiet yourself down, don't; because Taeil won't be having any of that.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, this freak dude would be fine taking you anywhere, as long as theres a locked door; meaning absolutely no chance of getting caught. Being the oldest, there’s this sense of responsibility he carries, and he can't help but try to be the best role model possible to his younger brothers. Getting caught having sex by one of the other members is one of the worst things that could happen, according to him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going, etc)

As previously stated, seeing you “flirting” with his friends is a sure way to get him all riled up and ready to fuck your brains out. But a very close second to that would be stress. Taeil is the type of person to literally fuck his stress away. If he’s being overworked and pushed too hard, his emotions get all out of whack, which tends to makes him extremely horny. And I’m not talking “cute, bubbly, vanilla sex” horny - no. I’m talking “fucking you into your mattress so hard you can’t walk tomorrow” horny. But I mean hey, who’s complaining? He’s relieving himself of some unwanted stress while you get dicked the fuck down... It’s a win-win situation!

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do; turn offs)

Like I said, Taeil wouldn’t do anything to risk getting caught in the act by any of the other members. Meaning absolutely no sex if theres not a lock on the door. Just the thought of that is bone chilling to him. Other than that, Taeil strikes me as the kind of guy to “try anything once,” so I think with him, experimenting would be a major key in letting you know what things he enjoys and what things  he doesn't.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Honestly, with Taeil, its dead even. Of course he loves getting his dick sucked, (what guy doesn't), but he loves pleasuring you just as much. Watching you squirm underneath him while your faces scrunches in pleasure, hands desperately grabbing at his hair as you whimper his name followed by moans and groans of pure satisfaction is a thing of beauty to him. He wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. As far as skills go, this boy definitely knows how to use his mouth; thats for sure! Hell, he probably knows your own body better than you do!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

Like I've been saying throughout this entire post, his pace, attitude, and everything alike depends 100% on what kind of mood he’s in. But more often than not, be prepared for rough sex, because thats exactly what Taeil will be giving to you!

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Hell yeah, Taeil’s down for a quickie! But, (for the 50th time), only if its behind the security of a locked door! Whether it be fast one in a LOCKED bedroom at the dorms, or a quick fuck in a LOCKED supply closet backstage before a show, he’s all up for it! He just, and this bares repeating, DOESN’T WANT TO GET CAUGHT!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Taeil’s as game as they come. Like I mentioned, he’s the kinda guy to try something at least once before deciding whether or not he likes it. A big part of your sex life is experimenting with different kinds of positions, kinks, toys, etc. As far as risks go, Taeil is pretty mild. Since getting caught is a huge no-no, don't expect to try anything spontaneously perilous.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc)

I’d say Taeil’s stamina is a little above average. On average, he can go two, sometimes three rounds if he’s feeling up to it. Sex as a whole usually lasts about an hour or so, (give or take a little), but a lot of it foreplay, rather than actual sex. Still good, nonetheless!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

It definitely depends on the toy! I can see Taeil loving things like handcuffs, blindfolds, and pretty much anything that has to do with sensory depravation; aiding him in the teasing aspect of things. But I don't see him being too fond of toys such as vibrators. He prides himself in knowing just what you like and being able to pleasure you in unthinkable ways, so bringing in a toy that’ll potentially take his place isn't really ideal to him. He also isn't too keen on you using any of said toys on him. In his eyes, it only takes away from the domineering persona that he worked so hard to build.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

HE TEASES YOU TO NO EXTENT! Sometimes, if he's feeling extra cruel, he’ll see just how far he can take the teasing; until you absolutely can't take it anymore. If that means you’re left with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, then so be it. His dominant nature mixed with his love for teasing and hearing you beg makes for some harsh and persistent torment. Which is still undoubtably enjoyable.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

Again, if you ask me, Taeil is the loudest of all in the bedroom. He is very much a moaner! Most of the sounds he elicits are going to be loud, angelic moans. He’s also a bit of a groaner/grunter; especially if he’s fucking you for all you’re worth. I can definitely see him being the type to cry out when he cums, too. The most beautiful, sinful, melodious sound your ears have ever been blessed with.

W = Wild Card (Create a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

“Now, baby girl,” Taeil says, ignoring your distraught whimpers as yet another orgasm slips through your fingers, “what have I told you about flirting with my friends just to tease me?” he asks in a low, raspy tone while dragging a single digit tauntingly around your core; purposely avoiding the place you desperately needed him the most.

There was a dull ache in your shoulders as you wiggled your wrists, wincing at the chaffing of the handcuffs that currently bound your hands together. You slowly looked up to find Taeil already staring at you; making you feel completely powerless under his intense gaze. His eyes were a darker shade than usual, and his face held a stern expression that sent waves of both excitement and nervousness coursing through your body at the thought of what was to come.

“I asked you a question!” he bellowed out as he suddenly pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer finger; eliciting a high pitched yelp from you, as you helplessly tugged on your restraints.

“I’M SORRY I’M S-SORRY-” you cried out, trying to the best of your ability to shimmy your way higher up on the bed, and away from the harsh hold he had on your sex.

“Really? Cause you didn't seem too sorry when you were throwing yourself on Johnny earlier today?” he asked rhetorically as he cocked his head to the side and sent you a bone chilling glare.

“I-I...” you stuttered, unable to think of a suitable response for his accusation.

“That’s what I thought,” he replied in a curt manner, before thrusting his hips forwards; filling you up without the slightest warning.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what's going on in those pants; picture or words)

Hmm I think Taeil is average in length; maybe around 5 inches? But he definitely makes up for it in girth because DAMN that boy is THICK !!!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Since a big part of his sex drive comes from stress, and I’d imagine he’s pretty stressed out most, if not all of the time, I'd say his sex drive is fairly high.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This all depends on how rough he was with you. The rougher he is, the more thoughtful and considerate the aftercare will be. This boy doesn't even THINK about laying down to go to sleep before making sure you’re alright; and that he didn't go to far, or get too aggressive with you. He might be all dominant, rough and condescending during sex, but afterwards, he’s back to the sweet, harmless, caring and gentle Taeil you know and love!