#SECOND. pure vanilla or whatever hes called was also wild

[5st4rde]

⭐️CL16 “Belle nuit”

Charles Leclerc x oc reader!

Summary: You went on a vacation trip with a close friend to Monaco and while you were there, you had a bit too much fun.

Tag: fluff, oral sex, head top, vanilla sex, edging, rough sex, fucking your brains out, 18+ content.

Vroom…

Just a bunch of small weird-looking cars zooming down the track with watchers getting hyped up, this screams out rich and expensive but who are you to judge when this didn’t come out of your pocket.

Harry managed to get you both VIP tickets that included sitting in the lounge with champagne and meals being served to you which was your favorite part but most of was for him to meet the drivers after the race but mainly because he has a friend that happens to be one of the drivers so he came out to support like the good pal he is plus who who are you to pass up a free way to ticket to Monaco, not this bitch.

You palmed your chest when the lounge area ran wild- Harry leaping out of his chair in pure joy as he applauded and hollered, dabbing the others that were also in the lounge area, from this you assumed someone won from how lively the crowd had gotten. You remained muted then applauded quietly with a small smile, you chugged your champagne down and soon each driver who finished the race stood on the podium. Hmm, all of them were cute.

One in a fully red suit with a Ferrari logo who you guessed came in first coming in second was a caramel-skinned man with locs and a nose piercing- damn he was fine. you didn’t pay much attention to the dude in the orange suit but those two gentlemen caught your eyes.

“That’s Lewis, the friend who I came to support” Harry says pointing at the caramel skinned man, sounding so proud of his friend's victory. You smiled and drowned the remaining last champagne down as you focused on the two good-looking men, Harry led you two downstairs to where all of the drivers would be located after the race.

A few were being questioned and so and so. Harry would stop by every driver he sees congratulating them on their race then follow up on a 20-minute chit-chat talking about sports blah blah blah and there’s you who hardly knows anything about the sport, you only came because you were promised parties and yachts.

“Harry, sorry to bug you but when we-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were cut short when a male voice called out Harry's name. You sigh annoyingly but straighten your posture when you see who it is- Lewis is the name, you approach you two with a wide smile revealing his gap.

“What a heck of a race out there, mate” Harry dabs him up.

You took the moment to fully study his features, he was slightly tall not the least to Harry. He was tattooed down from head to toe and you have to admit it was the sexiest thing ever, his locs were tied in a back ponytail. He was dressed in a baggy t-shirt with the Mercedes logo printed on it, stylish jeans, and a pair of sneakers. It was then that you realized you were gawking a bit too much once he darted his brown eyes onto you. You were about to extend your hands out to greet yourself but...

“Sorry hun, not doing autographs at the moment” Lewis says.

You lift a brow with your arms folded, and you grimace at the thought of you being desperate for a simple autograph from a man you hardly knew. He practically disregarded whatever you were going to say then returned back to your friend Harry.

“Excuse me?” You asked feeling a bit offended. You shot Harry a hard glare gesturing for him to get his boy before your mouth made a scene and you’re pretty sure Harry had seen that side of you before.

“U-Uhm Lewis, this was the friend I was telling you about who I brought along” Harry was quick to say, Lewis eyed you up and down with a speck of attitude on his face as a light chuckle escaped from his mouth. You deepened your brows even more with your arms crossed not believing what you were seeing.

“So what, you too good to have manners now” You remarked with a scoff, he furrowed his brows at the statement as he stepped closer attempting to look intimidating. He doesn’t know where you're from for him to be pulling that kind of stunt, he’d get shot up real quick.

“Says the little lady that came here with a bitchy ass attitude… Harry, you should know better to bring someone-”

“Listen here you big melon forehead, I hardly know you unless God himself or my momma is saying shit about me so I suggest you tone that shit down or-” You spat before you were getting ready to end your sentence.

“My Goodness! what’s all of the ruckus about” A deep voice spoke, all of the anger that was building in your muscles suddenly vanished when a man a lot taller than Harry and Mr Melon came into the picture with a lingering smirk on his face. He wore a white button shirt with the Mercedes logo on it, his sleeves were rolled up allowing you to get a glimpse of his arm, and can’t forget how perfectly that top hugged his biceps.

“Lewis, what are you still standing here for, go on now”

Lewis grunts storming off while penetrating a deep glare at you as he walks off, a moment of pause before the three of you all burst out a tear of laughter. He looks like a toddler who just threw a tantrum from someone telling him no. Harry did his bickering before he politely introduced me to the man- hmm, let alone how incredibly charming he is from head to toe.

“Hi, I’m Mel” You greeted with a smile.

“I’m Toto Wolff but you can just call me Toto, doll” He took your hand and slowly turned it around to lay a peck as he set a glare on you. You lightly blushed at the nickname he had already given you, he winked and smiled so widely causing you to return a smile.

"Nice meeting you, Mel. I hope to see you two at the party tonight, no?" He says, directing at Harry “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you” He smirks, walking backward as his eyes lock in with yours feeling chills coursing down your spine. He winks then proceeds to make his exit leaving the two of you alone, you sense the skeptical stare shooting your way from Harry. You shrugged it off and mouthed ‘what’ as you both took your leave.

•

You were in your hotel room getting ready for tonight, Harry knew a few people to assure us of a luxurious hotel room that included a wide balcony view of the beach side with a nice jacuzzi. The bathroom was massive with a larger mirror that was practically the size of your room back home and a slide-in door shower. You glared at yourself in the mirror admiring how well the dress hugged every crack and bone of your shape. It'll have people in a chokehold at the way you look right now.

“Mel are you-” Harry nearly choked on his words as he walked in, he took a moment to gaze at the dress. You fluffed out the curls of your hair, relishing how good your hairstylist melted down your edges… scalp where.

“I'm ready” You assured, grabbing your phone. Harry was still eyeing you, he's seen you dressed up before but he couldn't figure out when was the last you were ever dressed up big like this. Usually, you'd just throw on a simple shirt and jeans with your hair in jumbo braids be done with. College really took a poll on you. You hurriedly slipped on your lace-up heels and you looked majestic, after you were done, he led you two into the elevator.

"The chauffeur is here" He declares, tapping on his Apple watch.

You slightly widened your eyes at the fact he said you two were going to be escorted by a chauffeur. Now that's a move, you thought. Harry offered his arm and you grinned up at him when you happily interlocked yours with his. On your way out, you two were receiving episodes of glares from all around the lobby curious as to who were two were. Nonetheless, it was more of a compliment knowing the both of you looked damn good tonight. You both settled in real quick once you got in and immediately drove off and just a few minutes you arrived. You furrowed your brows and shot Harry a glare when you noticed how incredibly long the line was.

Harry lent a hand to help you out, adjusting your dress a bit before you two walked up to the bouncer. Harry had gone up to speak with the man and in just a blink of an eye, you were already in. The music was so loud, that you could feel it vibrating in your chest, and could hardly get through this hungry crowd but Harry made sure to hold your hand just so he didn't lose you. It wasn’t until you released a heavy scoff followed by an eye roll melon head came into your view dabbing up Harry. His whole expression died down as soon as he darted his eyes to you, seizing you up and down with a look of disgrace.

“I see you brought little miss fiesty” He remarks.

“Harry, control your little pest” You spat, growing agitated at the sight of him, and the longer he was in your presence the more you just want to rip those damn locs out from his scalp. Harry notices your expression and pulls you aside turning his back towards him, melon head assures Harry where he was going to be if he ever wants to find him.

“I’m really sorry about him, do you want a drink?”

“You know what, go enjoy yourself with your friends, I’ll be okay” You said to him, your eyes never leaving the mysterious man who had already dominated the eye contact with a smirk on his face from across the room.

At first, Harry was uncertain whether or not it was a good idea to leave you by yourself but you assured him that you'll be okay. He pecks your forehead and then you watched him fly upstairs to his friend with a wide smile spreading across his face. You walked over to the bar and sat on the stool, you were startled when someone breathed fan over your ears.

“My, you have such beauty on you”

You followed the direction of the voice and locked in with a pair of blue eyes. He had to bend down to level with you which indicates he was a lot taller than you. Your brain functioned a bit later when you recognized the fellow man, he was on the podium and my my my, you had to admit he was breathtaking up close. He's miraculously charming.

“Why did your boyfriend leave you alone, he should know men tend to thirst for pretty women like you”

“Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend but I appreciate the compliment” You chuckled with a smile suddenly feeling hot from the intense eye contact he had on you, licking his lips in the process as he raked them up and down on your dress.

“So am I lucky enough to buy the beautiful woman a drink? ” He asks, smiling softly exposing his dimples.

You nodded and he whistled for the bartender's attention to start on his order, you scanned around the dance floor and noticed how hyped everyone seemed to be. You may have recognized a few faces of the drivers with their wags as they’re spotted in VIP lounges upstairs, a bit surprised he isn’t with him.

You hadn't realized he was already gawking at you with a smile on his face, his doe eyes peered into yours the moment you looked back at him.

“Do you have a name I can call you apart from beautiful?” He asks, earning a chuckle from you. You politely grab the drink and thank him.

“Mel, what about you, handsome?” You asked softly, taking a sip of the drink.

“Charles, so now that I got the beautiful lady a drink and her name, would she at least come dance with me?” He asks, you chugged your drink down immediately and he quirks his brows up slightly taken back from the sight of this, quite impressive while at it. He tugs your hand and leads you both to the center of the floor.

Get Low by Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz starts playing.

A bottle of adrenaline sparked in your bones the minute you heard the first few beats, you instantly start grinding your hip on him while his hands slowly travels down to cup your ass. He bit his lips at how majestic and soft your cheeks felt in his hand, he never had anything like this before. You smirked at this when he began to caress it, he then spins you around leaving your ass directly on his crotch.

You let him dominate your body all night and here you are worrying if he knew how to dance or not but it seemed to you he got a little bit of spice in him from the way he was moving. In one swift motion, you were facing him, and oh, those eyes made you melt even more. You lost track of the amount of times he rubbed on your ass but he loved every second of it.

His hand gently laced around your neck slowly leaning in to crash his lips on yours, tasting the sweet but bitter alcohol around your lips. You were driving him crazy. He parted his mouth allowing you to invite your tongue as you started dominating the kiss not knowing you woke up a beast inside of him.

No woman he's kissed before ever felt so delicate and passionate as you.

You pulled away and had to slap the senses back into your head that you two were making out in the middle of the floor. To him, he couldn't care less but the fact kissing you was enough to light the ignition inside of him said otherwise. He licks his swollen lips as he gazes down at you with droopy low eyes, the red light flashing on him giving him that luscious look- almost as if he wanted to ravage you.

"You want to hit back at my place?" You ask, showering pecks all over his neck. The small gesture made him shudder instantly. He nodded his head and you pulled his wrist through the crowd making one final stop before you. guys leave.

“Harry!” You tried to call out, Harry's ears flicked when he heard your voice and quickly came to rush over to your side. His cheeks were beet red from the amount of alcohol he consumed but it was good to know he's still sober to be aware of his surroundings. His eyes widened when noted that Charles flushed his body against yours.

"I see you met my dear friend" Harry says to Charles, the two laugh and dab each other.

"You hadn’t told me how gorgeous your friend is, Harry" Charles smiles directing his gaze at you, returning a smile back at him. Your eyes glowered around the area but paused for a while when it landed on melon head who was already looking in your way with a menacing glare.

“Careful Leclerc, this one might bite” He makes a slick comment, sipping out of his bottle.

“You sound pathetic as hell” I shot back with an eye roll. He chuckles amusingly with a smirk on his face.

“I sound pathetic… that dress looks more pathetic maybe because it’s on you” His voice spiked with frustration, might’ve hit a nerve in that spot, it was kind of funny if you really looked at it that way.

“So does that big melon head of yours” You countered.

He abruptly stood up tossing the bottle somewhere with a deep frown on his face and here you were being bold and big when you nearly forgot how tall he was but you took that back as soon as Charles stepped in between scooting you behind him, his hand never leaving your waist and you must admit, you can feel your panties dampening from how hot he looks.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, mate” Charles warned in a deep voice you never knew sounded more attractive.

“Lewis… let’s air this outside but not in here” Harry pulled his arm back. Lewis's brows deepened as he formed a fist nearly piping a vein, you could radiate a very serious rage coming out of him from that hard glare he was shooting your way as Charles made sure he wouldn’t dare pull a stunt.

“Tell your girl to not tempt me because I tend to get reckless with my mouth, let this be a final warning, shit won't be sweet” His tone was light than before, and you felt a small breeze brush past you when he stormed off sensing an incredible rush of anger coming from him.

“I apologize for-”

“No worries, I’m quite used to his attitude anyways” He brushed it off releasing a breathless laugh with Harry. Harry averted his gaze from you, checking to see if you were alright like the overprotective brother he had always been.

“Don’t think just because you’re a driver doesn’t mean you get to harm her, I’m armed…” He harshly warned with his words being slurred. You do hope Lewis keeps on a watch for this man but he’s such a jerk and so uptight you can’t even say not one word without him mean mugging.

“Harry, you’re harassing the man already. I’ll be fine, just please ease up on the drinking and be careful” You said, removing the bottle from his hand but thankfully his other friend came to his side reassuring you he’d keep a good eye on him. You graciously thanked him with a wide smile and rushed out of the club with Charles trailing behind closely.

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Once the room card is inserted, the small pad flashes green allowing the door to fly open with him trailing behind you. He just couldn’t wait any further to crash his soft lips onto yours, he was more than ready to have you tonight. Your legs levitated from the ground wrapping themselves around him as you have no clue where he was taking the both of you.

You felt a soft cushion against your back leaving him on top, your kisses deepened passionately with the intrusion of yall tongues, and boy was your cunt throbbing already, when he moves to another spot, it sent electric shocks all over your body wanting him more.

He cups your right breast then starts sensually sucking and biting on certain parts of your neck, your eyes shut feeling every satisfaction aching in your bone. You grew anticipated when he suddenly stopped but then you realized he was hovering over you when you opened your eyes to meet his bright blue doe eyes- he was yearning for you just as much you are for him, his hair was fluff out from the tugging you did, his face flushing pink and his lips swollen and red from the sucking you've been doing.

“You are absolutely gorgeous” He whispers with the accent you adored of. You felt a little breeze fan on your nipples as you realize your breast were out.

He darts his eyes down at your exposed boobs licking his lips as he relishes in the sight of them beautifully sitting on your chest. Nothing makes your cunt cries out more than a man that truly takes his time admiring you. You push him aside to stand in front of him removing the remains of your dress, you sashay his hips towards him throwing your leg over as you sit on him.

“Putain de merde”

“You can do whatever you want with me tonight, I’m all yours” You murmured in between wet kisses.

You had no idea why he still had on clothes so you lent a hand to remove his clothes for him only leaving him in his boxers where a tent was visible. His face flushed a redder shade embarrassed that he was already hard rock solid. You grinned lightly when the little jumper sprung out of his boxers, your mouth was watery as you took the time to stare at it. It was a pretty pink color with precum decorating the tip like little balls of pearls.

“It hurts… real bad” He whimpers. A jumpstart to quake the ground down there.

Your hands can hardly wrap around his jumper which requires the use of two hands. His eyes were shut urging for you to take him in already, he was yearning for those pretty lips of yours to wrap around the throbbing jumper. You started showering it with kisses all while stroking slowly,

Playing with his jumper and watching as he got excited quirked up your adrenaline, you decided to stop playing tricks with him and took him whole in your head as you bopped your head continuously twirling your tongue in the process. His moans were music to your ears that you can hit replay all day, it’s so soft yet sweet which urges you to touch yourself as you fasten up the pace.

“M-Mel… Putain d'enfer ” He choked out, his lips parted open as his head leaned all the way back. The facial expressions is your favorite thing to watch.

He sings in your ears with his alluring moans and just as you expect he explodes in your mouth, not that it bothers you but it was so warm against your tongue. You pulled away and looked up at him with his mess all over your face as his juice dripped down on my tits.

Despite looking like a total mess, he wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you into a kiss as he leads you onto his lap where you feel his tip tempting your core. His hands wander their way in between my thigh and you melted the moment his cold fingers start caressing your clit you urged to grind your hips let alone a moan that escaped from your mouth as he paced faster.

Before you could even run away, he switched position leaving you underneath as he continued flickering your most sensitive part. you were moaning like a mess careless to whoever could’ve heard you, your arms were pinned above your head rather harshly.

You gasped and scrunched your face when he pushed another finger in, his thumb rubbing on your clit sensually. You leaned your head back feeling that sweet sensation coursing all over your vein once he found that spot.

“Look at me, mon amour”

His voice was like bittersweet milk in your ears.

“Vous avez un goût délicieux”

You knew it was a bad idea to look into his alluring eyes, he leans down inserting his tongue into your mouth. He pulls away trailing kisses down until he gets in between your thighs, tracing wet kisses along your ankle and you could’ve felt his warm breath fanning against your opening that was itching to be raw fucked.

You felt your heart skip through the bottom depths of your ass from the lingering stare he had on you combined with the pecks he planted on your ankles, he grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders where you could see a glimpse of his biceps flexing.

You arched your back when you felt his wet tongue against your folds, if you knew one thing about him, he wouldn’t miss a show to watch his effect on you. Every lick he does fires up the engine in you and he loves the sound that comes out of you, a tear sheds down your cheeks as you can't hold the pressure that's growing in your cunt. 

He restrained your legs from moving, and you couldn’t do anything but squirm underneath him as he practically made out with your desperate wet lips that were aching to be touched. Just the sight of his head moving practically making out with your pussy did it all for you as you arrived at your peak.

You rolled your eyes and pulled his hair even tighter due to the fact he was still devouring your aching cunt even though you had come to your peak which made you squirm underneath, your moans were becoming louder and louder as he dived deep into your core. Your breathing was hyperventilated with your lips parted, you could hear the sound of him slurping every droplet of your juice as you were coming to your second release.

He pulls away and you couldn't help but smile from the sight of the connected strip of your juice on his lips as well the mess all over his face from you squirting. He makes his way back up to you and then holds your face before he kisses you slowly and delicately, slightly taken back from how good you tasted off his tongue but then you interrupt the kiss with a moan.

When he suddenly enters you sparking up the flame down your spine, he started with slow strokes as he was allowing you to adjust to him. You can't lie, it did sting a bit considering the fact you hadn't done anything in a while now. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck as one hand held your waist down in place and the other one pinned both of your wrists above your head rolling his hips into yours.

"C'mon baby, you got to let me go" His voice strained.

You felt a fireball glazing over you after each thrust he made, in one blink of an eye, you were flipped over laying flat on your stomach. His voice, his intoxicating scent, his touch- all were driving you insane. He knew how to fuck you good, he loves seeing that face you make whenever he hits that sweet spot of yours, you gripped the fabric of the carpet holding on to your dear life as he relentlessly stroked your desperate pussy.

"Fuckkkk..." You cried out.

He slips out a deep groan mixing in with your moans as he loved the sight of his shaft combining with your juice, he knew you had arrived at your release but of course that didn't stop him from working you out. He grabbed a hold of your neck bringing you up until your back was flushed against his toned chest.

Two of his fingers began to rub your clit while he sensually pounded into you at an incredible pace and the other hand fondled one of your breasts, he sucked and toyed with your neck leaving your brain fucked. The lovely music of y'all skin slapping and you singing in his ears was just the sweetest thing.

He held your face making you look into his, the sight of the lustful frown on his sweaty face made you even drunker around his cock. He lingered the eye contact as he rammed vigorously inside of you, he halted in between his thrusts making sure you felt how violently he was to your G-spot.

Your toes bent and curled as your body quivered hinting you were coming to your peak, he beats your pussy rather slow and hard as you made a mess on his wet glaze shaft. You were struggling with your words and he was enjoying every last of it, amused at how weak and fragile you looked underneath him.

He trembled but he didn't pull out as you felt his warm juice released inside you, just the view of his sweaty pack and stringy hair that was sticking against his forehead was beating you up surely as for him your body covered in his release was a bonus look on you. He fixes his eyes on you acknowledging your beautiful sculpture as the moonlight peeks through the blinds shining on you, he looks at you like you're the finest jewel he laid his hands upon. Tracing curves and lines of every part of your body, you became shy from the intense gaze he had on you.

“Tu es belle ma jolie fille”

It sounded so vanilla and sweet, that you hardly could've kept your eyes open as you slowly drifted off to sleep. He carries you in a bridal style over to the bed gently bringing the sheets over your sore body, he joins you and soon rests his eyes, nuzzling his arms around you. You squirmed a bit until you were comfortably underneath him and you both slept throughout the entire night with his arms wrapped around you til the next morning.

[charmeenvivinne]

found out raspberry mousse cookie isnt a girl today hey guys

[raibebe]

I’ve wanted to do this for a while now, so....

Here is me sorting NCT up until the 00 line into dom/sub/switch categories...

Taeil: vanilla leaning dom

I don’t think Taeil would care for power dynamics honestly. Like he would maybe naturally take charge in sexual situations but that doesn’t make him a dom.  I see him as pretty laid back and that it’s more about the intimacy for him than anything else. That being said I am 100% certain he knows how to keep it fun in the bedroom either way. 

Johnny: soft dom but can be mean if you want him to, daddy dom?

Please Johnny is a big softie. You’d be his perfect pillow princess. Will 100% get absolutely smug of he gets you begging for him. But also loves to see you riding him, softly helping you along to see you falling apart.  Also... Yeah... He could very well have a daddy kink. He might either be really into it or 100% despise is. Like you say it and the next second he pulls out because it’s such a turn-off... I don’t think he has it in him to be mean/degrading or into anything too into the BDSM range. But will try his best to pleasure you.

Taeyong: sub

He always has to be in charge when he’s at work, so I can totally see him as the type who just wants to shut his brain off and let go of all thoughts during sex.  Honestly don’t know if he would want a hard or soft dom. I can see it going both ways: A soft dom who just pampers him and showers him with love, giving him everything asks for and more until he’s crying with overstimulation or a hard dom who will push him around and use him for their own pleasure until his mind is rendered numb.  Will also be down to try more freaky, BDSM-type of stuff.

Yuta: dom

This man is into some freaky shit and you can’t convince me otherwise. Hard dom but is very set on consent. Very down to experiment with whatever. Very open and communicative before doing a scene.  I can see him really being into tying his partner up weather it is with rope, handcuffs or simply his belt. Temperature play as well, especially with wax.  Will mumble absolutely filthy shit in your ear and not even have the decency to blush.  I feel like he’s the type to favor “no strings attached” kinds of arrangements.

Kun: dom (daddy)

Well, like Taeyong he has to always be in charge as well but I feel like he gets another outlet because his stress is different than Taeyong’s.  Has set rules that both of you need to abide by and if you don’t... Well he gets to punish you, letting out all his stress as he spanks you until your ass is raw, letting his frustrations bleed away.  Loves the power play aspect, loves seeing you absolutely submit to him and follow his every command. 

Doyoung: dom

Now... Doyoung is a unfair one. Will tease the shit out of you and then proceed to make fun of you for being so turned on. Probably gets off on degrading his partner.  Would probably like a really obedient partner but rise to new heights with a bratty sub, loving the challenge of breaking them down until they’re putty in his hands. 

Ten: switch?

Ten is my first wild card. I don’t see him as either really but at the same time I feel like he would be really into power play. It probably really depend on the partner.  I feel like he’d need a hard dom though or he’ll be too bratty.  Probably a dom bottom tbh... Why did my mind immediately go: with sub top Johnny?

Jaehyun: vanilla leaning dom?

He just extrudes this lovely himbo energy sometimes... But then he’s weirdly aggressive with everyday objects and it makes me wonder... The frat boy in him probably just loves hitting it from the back while smacking ass.  Is most likely not into any hard power play, similar to Taeil he’d probably just naturally take charge.  Could see him randomly thinking that his hand would look very sexy wrapped around his partner’s throat though...

Winwin: dom???

I actually have no idea. Winwin is such a wild card for me. Like he just extrudes this natural cuteness all of NCT cannot shut up about but I can’t imagine him as a sub.  While sub is a definitive “no”, dom is more a “no?”  Could be secretly very freaky...

Jungwoo: vanilla???

Jungwoo is just... Very... Chaotic?  Like... Even in the way he expresses his love. To the point where I have no idea how he’d be like in the bedroom. I don’t think I have ever read or really seen smut for him... Because he has a generally softer character, I’m inclined to rule out dom.  Might just be vanilla tbh.

Lucas: wants to be a dom but is actually vanilla

Talking about himbo energy... This boy...  Wants to be a dom so badly. But this boy is an absolute sweetheart and gentleman at heart.  Probably just loves the intimacy of it all.  I am convinced he’s horny 24/7 though. Will ask you to suck him off in very inappropriate situations. His dominant facade will crumble the moment you get your mouth on his dick though, just too taken away by the pleasure. 

Mark: switch, doesn’t care too much

I think sex with Mark would be super laid back and chill. Like he just extrudes this dude-bro-energy.  Neither especially dominant or submissive but will get shy if you start to talk about it while other people are around. Can see him giving up control for the night though if you promise to give him the succc of his life and ride him into oblivion after.  But would also not say no to bending his partner over the desk to fuck them stupid. 

Hendery: vanilla, doesn’t care

Similar to Mark. The type to make stupid jokes while he’s literally balls deep in you to lighten the atmosphere.  But can also get really into the mood and be really open and vulnerable while making love to you. 

Xiaojun: sub who wants to be a dom

This dude wants to be dominant so badly. But he’s just not. Once his partner lets him have control, it goes right for maybe 10 minutes and then he’ll either get insecure or won’t know what to do, so they have to take charge again.  Could either need a soft dom to ease him into the role of a sub or a hard dom who just “forces” him to submit. 

Renjun: switch

Listen. I’m all for sub Renjun agenda but. Hear me out.  Hard dom Renjun. Having you under his spell despite his smaller frame. The smacks of his hand against your skin resounding in the room. Would definitely not let you cum until you’re a sobbing mess for him. Mmmmmh very sexy. 

Jeno: SUB

Is anyone surprised? Like anyone at all? Everyone who knows me or my blog knows I am the cult leader of the sub Jeno cult. Just... Obedient puppy Jeno who tries his hardest to follow your commands, preening under every praise that falls off of your lips. His chest flushed, heaving with breaths as his muscles play under his skin as you deny him of yet another orgasm, leaving him writhing and struggling against his restraints.... Sigh... I am getting side tracked.  Just... Sub top Jeno...

Haechan: switch (bratty sub, mean dom)

Will challenge his partner for dominance every chance he gets and if he gets his shot, he will use it. And not have mercy. If you don’t submit, he will make you submit. Rather with actions, he’ll have you crumbling just with his words alone. Degrading. Meanie.  Needs a hard dom or he will not end up subbing. Low key might get off of pain? Needs to be broken down and have the brattiness fucked out of him...

Jaemin: soft dom (the softest)

Similar to Jeno, who knows me and me blog knows that I am all about soft dom Jaemin.  “What baby wants, baby gets.”  And if baby is begging for an orgasm, Jaemin might just give you one. Or five until you’re crying and your head is spinning all while he gently smiles at you and strokes your hair. And if you’re begging for his cock? Well. Who is he to deny his baby?  Also @ncteaxhoe has convinced me that he likes being called “Nana” in the bedroom.  Low key exhibitionist tendencies as well... Gets off on knowing he can make you feel good. 

Yangyang: vanilla, doesn’t care about dynamics

Similar to Mark and Hendery... It’s just the dude-bro-fratboy energy.  Lighthearted sex? Does that make sense? Like... It’s just right. Nothing overwhelming. Just. Yeah. I don’t want to call it dude-bro-sex but that’s what I’m thinking.  Both just enjoying how you make each other feel while sharing little giggles when something you want to try doesn’t work out 100%...

Shotaro: sub

Inclined to say sub without giving a real reason because I ‘ll be honest, I don’t know him very well and low key don’t want to think sexual about him because he just seems... so pure..? yeah idk

Feel free to disagree with me and tell me why or do your own sorting! ✌ This was so much fun to do! Low key want to do a NSFW A-Z now...

[tsukkisbean]

a repost,, hah a sorry

friends with benefits pt.1 | headcanons

**please block #clara’s steamys and #claras cabinet: steamys if don’t want to see this kind of work!!

genre: suggestive, a bit of fluff for some of them

characters: kita, atsumu, bokuto, akaashi, tsukishima, semi x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of sexual acts, alcohol, and jealousy, fwb relationships, slightly toxic relationships/traits

a/n: based on post time skip!! i know i reuse a lot of the same characters haha,,, i just don’t know how to characterize some characters but if you guys enjoy it send other names in and when i have another group i’ll make another list!! everything is under the cut

kita shinsuke

the two of you were introduced to each other by your grandparents in the hopes that you two would hit it off and start a relationship

on your first date you thought he was absolute bore - a very by the book type of guy

however, to please your grandparents you guys agree to a second date

this time in an attempt to get him to loosen up, you make him share a bottle of wine with you

as you head back to your apartment there’s a lot of flirting and touching and when arrive you ask him to stay

the two of you agree that there’s no romantic feelings involved but to keep your grandparents of your backs for the the time being, the two of you pretend to date

will make sure to satisfy you first before focusing on his needs, the sex is always very sweet and comforting

sex is usually very vanilla, lots of kisses, eye contact, hand holding, whispering sweet nothings

since you guys are fake dating, probably end up spending a lot of time together and end up acting like a real couple and he ends up actually falling for you

miya atsumu

is the poster boy for fwb relationships imo

you guys met on a dating app, probably tinder because he was looking for hookups rather than a meaningful relationship

emphasizes the fact that you can’t fall for him because everything is purely physical and reminds you constantly that he has a whole bunch of other people he can hook up with

will call you whenever he’s horny and insist that you come over regardless of the time of day or if you’re busy

has no problem getting you off, but mainly because he wants you to get him off asap

the session is probably entirely dominated my atsumu you don’t get much say because he’s making you cum after all

as soon as you’re done he’ll make you leave, you probably have to call your own taxi too

BUT is also the type to get jealous if he finds out you’re hooking up with other people

ends up in you guys getting into a lot of fights and having a lot of hate/makeup sex

bokuto kōtarō

you met at a party to celebrate the end of the volleyball season

the physical connection is definitely there and by the end of the night you guys are together in a random room and no one sees you guys till morning

the type to straight up ask you for your number and ask to see you again

after mutual agreement of a fwb you guys see each other a few times a week

sex with bokuto is always fun, you guys are very open with what you want and like to try new things together

you guys probably even watch porn together and decide on new positions, kinks or toys to try each week

but emphasis on the friends in this relationship, lots of jokes, hanging out and getting to know each other

you probably end up hanging out with each other in all your spare time and everyone assumes your dating

someone’s feelings probably get hurt when one of you vehemently deny the assumptions and say you’re “just friends”

akaashi keiji

you guys first met a company meeting and bonded over being department editors

lowkey was only trying to make connections with you because you’re the editor for the literature department which is the role he originally wanted

but after one (or 10) too many drinks you guys are wasted and somehow end up back at his apartment

at first you guys try to keep it professional, silently agreeing that it was a one time arrangement

but work starts to get stressful and a late night shift results in you in his bed again and again and again

the type of guy that will make you think he’s in love with you by acting like your boyfriend, despite your relationship only being physical

will let you stay the night, borrow his clothes, gives you an extra toothbrush, makes you breakfast and even buys the shampoo you like

honestly makes you fall in love with you and does the pikachu face when you when you decide to confess

tsukishima kei

your relationship probably forms through your mutual hatred for each other

throughout your university degree you guys were always competing for the top marks, and to top it off, just before graduation you guys had to fight for the same position at the museum

despite always fighting, the sexual tension has always been there

one night you take it too far, and taunt him with the oh so cliché “want me to shut up? then make me”

and he does, he always does

every time you guys argue (which is often) ends up in you guys hooking up

sessions are quick and rough, lots of dirty talk and degradtion from both of you

but often ends with him holding you down by the neck shoving your face into the mattress or couch or table or whatever while he fucks into you to shut you up just like you told him to

you guys maybe catch feelings for each other? can’t really tell because you’re too busy trying to rip each others throats out

semi eita

you guys met at the after party after one of his gigs and he took advantage of the fact that you said you were a big fan

as someone who’s a civil servant and a a musician, definitely has a wild side that he likes to let loose - which he does with you

basically your hookups are anytime after he has a show which he invites you to

LOVES to fuck you backstage in his dressing room and gets off at the thought of one of his bandmates walking in on you guys also likes to fuck you in front of the mirror and makes you look watch the door because if someone walks in he wants you guys to make eye contact

though most of the time you guys only really do quickies because he’s got another wholesome life to get to the next day

you guys can probably keep your relationship purely physical since you guys don’t see each other often

[sabraeal]

Rarely Pure & Never Simple, Chapter 7

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Obiyukiweek 2020, Day 4: Free Day

The air still smells like freesia and vanilla as Shirayuki returns from her shower, scrubbed clean and with the thinnest pajamas she can muster. Even now the heat’s starting to settle on her skin, turning her post-shower dew into regular summer sweat, and oh, she needs to get that fan oscillating stat, before she stews in her own juices like some Shirayuki-flavored pulled pork.

She settles on the bed, flapping out a hand to turn it on and--

Ugh, it’s just...pushing hot air around, at this point. Maybe if she’s sweats through another set of pajamas tonight, she’ll be able to convince Nanna she needs an AC unit in her window.

(Her room-- back when it was her mother’s-- had a unit, but after an unfortunate incident that involved her father, a thwarted clandestine encounter, and a hole in the garage roof, the replacement instead went into the kitchen, where it’s lived every summer until it malfunctioned and froze to the sill. Grandad’s replaced it since, but still-- it’s never returned to her window. Of all the sins of her mother Shirayuki’s had to answer for, this one is hands down the worst.

“Really?” Obi laughs, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt. She sees the barest hint of abdominals and suddenly, the orientation packet isn’t half as engaging as it was before. “Not the whole...’grandparents convinced their first great grandchild will pop out before graduation’ thing?”

“To be fair,” she manages, breath thin as the worn fabric drops back over her current distraction. “The point was pretty much moot until, um...”

Oh, that-- that grin is trouble. “Until you climbed on top of me and made me come hard enough to go blind?”

He really, really doesn’t need to say it like-- like that. “S-something like that.”)

She’s ready to just call it a day at this point-- and nearly does. Rolling up onto her side, she reaches for the cord to her lamp--

Buzz. Buzz.

Shirayuki blinks. That’s...that’s her phone.

She’s tempted to ignore it-- she does not need Kihal speculating about what her and Obi could get up to in the woods “all unsupervised” tomorrow, and Obi should still--

 9:12, her phone reads. His shift at the club is over, and by now he’s probably--

Home. Texting her. 

Shirayuki nearly drops her phone straight down the crack between her bed and nightstand, and oh jeez, it would be nice if she could just...calm down for once. Be cool.

It buzzes again. She yelps, trying to flick the screen on with a wild shake. She can save being cool for another day. One where she’s seen him more than once in two weeks.

hey, the text reads, nestled in its innocuous gray bubble, we should talk

Shirayuki experiences something that could medically be called an event. Is he upset? Has she done something--?

not a bad talk, he clarifies, just miss you

She rolls onto her back with a smile, thumbs poking at the screen to say, i miss you t--

mebbe a sexy talk tho ;3 i *rlly* miss u

:|

is that for the sexy or the bad grammar

Both.

She catches the call on the first ring, barely having time for a breath before Obi drawls, “You weren’t complaining about sexy things two weeks ago.”

With all the dignity of a mathlete champion, Shirayuki replies, “Hnn?”

(”Eek!” She yanks the controller up, to the side, anywhere that might help move her character away from giant beetle on the screen. “How do I--? Where do I--?”

Obi’s chest makes a hollow thunk when she rams into it. He coughs; it takes her a full, frantic second to realize it’s to cover a laugh.

“You know,” he murmurs, plucking the controller out of her hands, “joycons don’t have motion sensors.”

“I don’t know,” she returns primly, folding her legs back down over the edge of the bed. “And also you told me this game was easy.”

“Rune Factory is easy.” His mouth twitches. “Half the game is farming.”

“And the other half is fighting...whatever those things are.” She waves at the screen, scowling at the RETRY? stamped across it. “Which is hard.”

“It’s not,” He leans back, setting the controller on his nightstand. “You could even say...”

His arm hooks around her waist, dragging her on top of him. “...It’s as easy as I am.”

Her breath rasps out of her, and oh god, she can feel his dick pressing up against her thigh, so hard already. “You’re not making me feel very accomplished.”

“Well,” his fingernails scrape up the back of her legs, “we can fix that.”)

“You were very enthusiastic,” he remarks casually, “from what I remember.”

“Mm, well.” Two could play at this game...maybe. “It was two weeks ago.”

She may not be able to see him, but she can feel his grimace through the wire. Or well, the air? Wifi? Shirayuki wasn’t really up on how phones worked past the Edison era. It’s not like they ask how cell phones work on the SATs.

“Sorry,” he sighs, pillow audibly whumping over the receiver. “I know I warned you, but I really thought we’d have had more time to talk.”

“It’s okay.” She squirms against her sheets, fighting a shrug he can’t see. “I...I missed you, but I know how much the hours mean to you.”

“I missed you too.” His voice is so soft, so vulnerable, so unlike the boy who made her miss auditions a year ago. “I’m glad we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“Me too,” she breathes, and oh, it doesn’t seem soon enough. Not when she wants to wrap her arms around him, lay her head on his chest and just listen to him breathe. “You could--”

Come over. Her teeth snap down on the offer. Sure, it’d be nothing for him to hop up to the garage roof, for her to leave the window open--

But that’s how she got here, and nope, no. Not happening.

“--come pick me up tomorrow?” she squeaks out instead, cheeks burning. There’s no way he won’t know she meant something else, that she was avoiding--

“What? Don’t want to be smooshed in the backseat of Big Guy’s swagger wagon?” She can hear the smirk on his lips. “I thought you were looking forward to it.”

“I don’t think Mitsuhide would appreciate you calling his minivan that,” she informs him primly, not a laugh in sight. It’s a feat only achieved by the judicious application of her teeth to her cheeks. “And I was! I mean, I am. It’s just...”

“Big Guy gives priority seating based on height?”

Well, that’s definitely part of it. With all five of them, she’s always left in the back seat, alone, and Obi--

“Gotta say, looking forward to all that leg room,” he drawls, “and getting an airbag all to myself. You think he’ll let me at the aux cable?”

“Never.”

“Aww.” Shirayuki knows he’s pouting; a full-on, little kid lip wibble. “You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“You know what you did.” A two hour meme mix on the way to Laxdo. “Besides, I just thought it would be better if we, um, had some time to ourselves. Before.”

“Oh?” he hums, so curious, and-- oh, it doesn’t usually take him this long to pick up on when she’s trying to, um, tell him something. “I figured you wouldn’t mind since we’d have all day-- oh.” There it is. “You mean alone.”

“W-well, it’s been two weeks,” she hedges nervously. “And I’m not saying I couldn’t, um, behave--”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up.” The words come out fast, pinched. Maybe she’s being too pushy; Obi likes to tease, but that doesn’t mean he’s always in the mood to-- “I’m definitely not going to be able to keep my hands to myself.”

“O-oh.” Well. That’s hitting different tonight. Maybe because it’s already over ninety, and her temp is climbing with it. Or maybe because she’s only wrapped up in the thinnest, most barely-there clothes she has; the kind he could rip like tissue paper--

Or maybe because it’s been two weeks, and despite going eighteen years without needing any sexual contact, she’s as tragically hard up as a teen comedy protagonist.

“I didn’t know you were...in a bind.” His voice drops to a rumble, and ah, that is not helping the situation. Her thighs slip against each other, trying to dull the ache. “You know I’m always happen to lend a hand when you need it, kid.”

“It not that bad,” she murmurs, but it’s starting to get there the longer he talks. The more she thinks about him showing up tomorrow, just them alone in her house-- “And you didn’t have time to come over.”

“I don’t need to come over.” He’s laughing, but there’s something in it that’s more, that’s almost a purr. “Come on, kid, I gave you those earphones for a reason. Hands free.”

“O-oh.” She’s all too aware of them now, clipped over her ears. Her hand’s only holding the screen out of habit. Hands free.

“I mean, if you’re really hard up,” he hums, “we could do something about it now. Take the edge off.”

She-- she shouldn’t. “Obi! You don’t really mean...?”

“Absolutely. I’d really like to--” his voice cracks,and oh, oh-- “it’s been so long since I made you come, babe.”

(”Well, that’s the last vote for Dreamiest Hair,” Shirayuki sighs, her flyaways dancing at the edge of her vision. “What’s the next category?”

Kihal glances down and grins. “Sexiest Voice.”

She gapes. “Is Mrs Gazalt really going to let us give out an award for that?”

“Mrs Gazalt takes her position of club supervisor very seriously,” Kihal informs her, “and by that I mean, she sits in the corner playing Words with Friends and just lets us do what we want, as long as it isn’t dangerous. Or illegal.”

“Still.” Her mouth pulls tight, a grim line across her face. If the rest of the club could see her now, her Cutest Smile win would be revoked. “That seems, I don’t know...”

“Like it wouldn’t be a contest? I know.” Kihal shrugs. “But that’s what the freshmen picked. I guess they’re just really hoping Obi will growl through his whole acceptance speech.”

“No, I-- wait, Obi?” Her mouth is dry suddenly. She crosses her legs beneath the table. “Why would--? Obi?”

Kihal rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, you’ve heard him over the headset. He’s got that whole like, gravel thing going on. And when he gets heated with someone, like that time with Raj, hoo--” she fans herself-- “I know you have a thing for Zen, but like, I still don’t know how you didn’t jump him.”

Her cheeks burn, painfully. “I-I don’t-- that’s not--”

“Come on, Shirayuki,” she clucks, rolling her eyes. “You have ears. That couldn’t have done nothing for you.”

At the time she’d been so mortified that Raj had not only followed her to the place that was supposed to be her escape, but that he’d brought up what happened, like it didn’t even bother him--

Well, sex had been the last thing on her mind. At least the actual, arousing kind. But now, now--

Listen, I’m sure you have a lot to say but I really can’t-- his voice breaks, and the phantom pressure of his fingers weighs on her lips-- I was supposed to have your back, and I fucked up. I know it doesn’t make up for what happen but I-- his breath rasps from his throat, so raw that hers hurts in sympathy-- I’m sorry.

--she gets it.

“Right, um--” it’s hard to think with her face so hot-- “we should still count the votes anyway.”)

(He wins in a landslide. His acceptance speech at the drama banquet is so suggestive that he ends up with half a dozen panties shoved into his pockets. They tumble out of his jacket when he leans over the console to kiss her, right over the stick shift and onto her lap.

What am I gonna do with a bunch of ladies underwear? he’d murmured against her lips, fingers toying at the strap of her gown, earning her own personal vote. You need any, kid?)

“O-okay.”

“Wha-what?” She winces at the loud bang over the speakers, followed by a softer, more distant “Fuck.”

“Ah, is everything--?”

“Fine,” Obi assures her, sounding like maybe some of his limbs are out of order. “Just...dropped my phone. I didn’t...are you sure?”

Her fingers clench in her sheets. “Yes. I just...don’t really know how to start.”

“Well.” His voice drops playfully low. “Are you in the position?”

“Is the position laying down?” she asks, nervous. “Because I’m laying down.”

He tries to smother it, but she would know his laugh anywhere. “Yeah, great. Good. You’re ready?”

Shirayuki squirms against her pillow, legs rubbing together so hard they should chirp, like some sort of horny cricket. “I guess...”

Obi doesn’t hide his laugh now, just lets it rumble out from his chest in a way that is...not helping. Or maybe it is, considering the whole...situation. “You guess?”

“I just--” am terrified-- “don’t understand.”

He grunts, and by the sound of rustling in her ears, gets comfortable. “What’s holding you up?”

Everything. “It’s better if we just wait isn’t it? I mean to do this, um...”

In person. With someone who knows how to touch her, instead of her fumbling around and showing just how bad at all this sexy stuff she can be.

“This involves sexy talking, doesn’t it?” If distress is a destination, then she’s already laid out a lawn chair and ordered a drink from the cabana. She’s hopeless when her speeches are planned and PG, let alone when she’s trying to improv and it’s about-- about-- “Do I have to talk about penises?”

He makes an ungodly noise. “Kid.”

“I just don’t think I have the experience to talk about them with any sort of authority,” she presses on, brain undaunted by how ridiculous she sounds. “Especially if I’m also supposed to be doing...other things. It’s really--”

“Shirayuki--” he says her name so soft, so fond, and she knows, she knows-- “you should learn how to do it yourself, too.”

--that he’s seen right through her.

“I don’t see why,” she mumbles stubbornly, fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. “You’re going to Lyrias too. Your room is in the building next door, and it’s connected to mine! I don’t really think I need to learn how to-- to--” she whines, the words sticking in her throat-- “this!”

“Kid.” He heaves a sigh, and even though she’s dying from the mortification of Being Known, it sends shivers right through her. “Just because you’re subscribed to Sexy Culinary School Weekly with Obi doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know how to cook on your own.”

“You magazine needs to work on its name.”

“Yeah, let me just go workshop it with Princess Prettymane and Calico Dog.”

“It’s duchess.”

“You know that doesn’t make it better, right?” he deadpans. “Princess Prettymane at least has alliteration. Also,” his voice lilts, playful, “you’re trying to change the subject. Which is cute, and really makes me want to kiss you until you worry that we’re going to ruin another pair of tights, but--”

“I’m not wearing tights right now.”

His jaw snaps shut.

“See,” he manages after a long moment, hoarse, “that is a very distracting thing to say.”

The gravel in his voice scrapes at an itch she didn’t know she had, heat painting a searing line down her spine. She’s already slick from sweat, but this adds another texture to it, one that’s growing more insistent by the second.

“And very confusing.” She doesn’t know what it says that even his complaints are doing it for her. “Since a few seconds ago, you weren’t sure if you could talk sexy, and now you’re telling me all sorts of things.”

“I was just...informing you. Of the situation.” Her nails pluck nervously at her waistband. “It’s summer, so, um, no tights.”

“Oh right,” he breathes, wry, “just setting the scene.”

“You know,” she tries again, too shrill, “I’m really fine with how you do it. I don’t really think-- I mean, is it really necessary that I have to--?”

“Kid, you’re the one that said okay,” he reminds her. “You don’t have to do anything. It’s just better for you if you know what you like. That way if you...”

His breath rasps from his throat. “...You should know what you like, separate from, ah, someone else.”

It’s a nice wrapping job he’s done on this baggage, but even with only a year under her belt, she knows what the tag on this one says. “I’m not going to go to college and suddenly not want you anymore, Obi.”

“I know that,” he says, but he doesn’t, not really. Obi doesn’t really talk much about before, about all the girls he’s snuck into his room or met at a party or whatever, but he thinks that all this, this whole wanting to put Tab A into Slot B thing, is the default. That you meet someone and maybe you talk a little and then bingo-bango-bongo, you know if you want to get on a horizontal surface with them.

He doesn’t get that this, for her, isn’t her normal. If Zen hadn’t been kind to her that first day, if he hadn’t helped Kihal with her Brecker problem, if the rumors surrounding them hadn’t whipped up to a fevered pitch so even she couldn’t ignore them-- well, Shirayuki wouldn’t have even been thinking about romance.

So the fact that she can look at him and feel like she’s walked into the country club’s sauna with her school clothes on-- that different. That’s special. That’s not going to just happen with someone she meets in an 8AM lecture.

If only she were as good with word things as her English grades suggested she should be, she’d be to tell him that.

“This isn’t about...” Obi lets out a disgruntled huff. “Listen, I know I definitely had some inspired ideas about what you would like from...before--”

(She’s still panting as she comes down, tremors zipping up and down her spine, “How did you...?”

Obi smiles, a wide Cheshire Cat grin. Fitting, since she definitely feels like she’s been dragged down the rabbit hole. “How did I what, kid?”

“Know to do that. With my hips,” She smooths her palms over where he’d grabbed them. They ache; it wouldn’t surprise her if she had hand-shaped bruises slapped across them tomorrow.

“Oh, I thought you’d like that.” Obi curls into her side, too pleased. He’s hard against her hip, but-- she likes it. “When I caught you coming off that ladder, you made that little hiccuppy noise, so I figured...pretty sensitive right?”

She stares.

He blinks. “What, did I say something--?”

“Obi” she manages, “that was four months ago.”)

“But if you knew what you liked...” She doesn’t need to see him to know there’s a feral smile stretching across his face. “I could do much better.”

Oh, that sounds...nice. She shifts, and she-- she leaks, thick slick coating the tops of her thighs.

“Besides, if we’re going to bring toys into the equation,” he continues, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of the conversation, “you should know what makes you feel good without any electronic intervention, if you know what I mean.”

Ah, she-- she definitely does.

“Toys?” she squeaks. “I don’t-- I don’t remember any, um, toy talk.”

Obi hums, amused. “Well, I did promise you a good graduation gift.”

“You--you already gave me one!” Her hand skips up to run over the smooth plastic. “I’m using it right now!”

“Mm.” He’s too pleased with himself, like he’s caught her scent on the air from all the way across town. “But you won’t need them much at school. So...”

“I won’t need t-that at school either!” She’s glad she’s got these headphones; her cheeks would be making her phone’s screen go haywire. “I’ll have you, and I’m very, um, happy with your performance. I don’t think we need to add, um, props.”

“As chuffed as I am to have you appreciating my prowess, kid--” oh he’s going to be unlivable after this, she can just tell-- “that’s all the more reason to have something in the wings to mix it up. Especially since we’re waiting t-to--” he stumbles, voice dropping to a murmur-- “I mean, since we both want to, um...”

He’s so tortured trying to talk about it without actually talking about it that she takes pity on him. “Since I’m afraid of penises, but we both like to touch each other.”

“I mean, since we’re waiting to have sex,” he manages, pained. “Or at least, the kind that involves dicks and, ah, going places.”

She’s been around him too long, because without even missing a beat, she claps back, “Oh, I didn’t realize yours was having its own hero journey.”

“It has certainly felt a Call to Adventure,” he mumbles, “and a Woman as a Temptress.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, a Meeting with the Goddess,” he amends, quick enough that she grins. “And once again, you’re trying to distract me. Though I thought it would more like ‘clothes I am missing’ instead of ‘Campell’s seventeen stages thesis.’“

“I’m sticking to what I know,” she tells him primly. “But I suppose I could tell you that, um, I’m not wearing a bra?”

He grunts, gutted. “Ohh, you are really just trying to make this difficult.” He adds, a little waspish, “All this trouble better be working for you, because it’s definitely working for me.”

“Oh, are you--” she swallows, hoping he can’t hear it-- “did you really want to try that?”

“Ah, I mean...” His breath comes sharp, short. “Yeah. If you would like to.”

Her breath catches. “I haven’t really, um...”

Done this. Ever. It would be so easy to say it, but it’s just-- belaboring the point. He knows. He just...thinks she’s a much better student than she is. At least about things like this.

“Listen, I haven’t...” He hesitates, and she realizes-- he’s embarrassed. “This isn’t something I’ve done with anyone before. You know I’m not really anyone’s...long term option.”

Grandad always says that she shoots from the cuff-- a nice way of saying doesn’t think before talking-- but she doesn’t regret it, not one bit, when she blurts out, “You’re mine.”

Obi’s breath rasps into the speaker. “Y-yeah. I know.” With a swallow, he adds, “And I know you think I have a lot of experience, but there’s a lot out there to try, and I haven’t even brushed the surface of it, you know? And I just thought, knowing you, knowing how curious you are...”

She blinks. “You mean...you’ve never been with someone long enough to, um, explore?”

“Ah, plenty of people would pick up Sexy Culinary Weekly up off the rack, but um--” he huffs out a laugh, soft and self-deprecating-- “you’d be the first to pick up a subscription.”

Shirayuki doesn’t like to pry, but for a good long moment, she considers asking for a list with some names. Just to talk, of course.

She takes a deep breath instead, trying to focus. “So you want to-- to explore with me?”

“If you want to,” he’s quick to say. “I know all of this is...new. I just thought since we won’t be doing a, ah, traditional progression here--”

“Traditional?”

He sighs. “You know, the uh, porn formula. Fingering, hand job, blow job, eating--”

“OKAY,” she yelps, clapping a hand to her face. “I get it!”

“Right, well, there’s a lot between what we’re doing and PIV.” She nearly giggles at how he says it, piv, like it’s a word and not an acronym. It's almost...cute. Like an adorable monster she could get a plushie of, instead of something that involved penises and could make her pregnant.

“And since we’re not doing any of that soon,” he continues, “we could, ah...take the scenic route. And maybe that would be a little less intimidating for you, since we’d both be new at...whatever we’re doing, instead of feeling like you had to catch up.”

Her heart flutters, and the warmth in her gut spreads up to her chest. “I think you’re mixing metaphors.”

“Sorry, I can’t think of cooking puns for everything,” he deadpans. “Think of it as not having to rush to read back issues, I guess.”

She hums. “I think you’re asking me to help with recipe development.”

“Well, if we’re going to embark on culinary adventures together--” he presses, voice bubbling like he’s trying to keep down a laugh. Several, if she’s anything to go by-- “then you should be comfortable with what your body likes before we add any...additional ingredients. You have to learn to do it the right way before we do it the easy way.”

“Oh,” she breathes. Obi was definitely starting to have a point about doing all this now. “Like New Math.”

“Wow, kid,” he deadpans, “really getting right down to the dirty talk.”

She flushes. Good thing he can’t see her. “I-I thought that was your job.”

He laughs, a rumble she feels right down to her bones. “You’re right. What are you wearing?”

She coughs. “Really?”

“I’m trying to set the scene,” he informs her, far too innocent. “This is a delicate shared fantasy we’re making. Wouldn’t want you to get thrown out of it because I mention panties and you’re wearing boyshorts.”

“I’m not wearing underwear,” she blurts out. “Wearing it overnight increasing the chance of yeast infections.”

Ah, there it is: the regret. It would be nice if she could just...not be like this. If she could just think through what she says when she’s nervous, instead of talking about diseased vaginas with her boyfriend while he’s trying to...make love at her, or whatever.

Now she has to contend with this endless silence, wishing that her mortification would at least dampen her desire even a little. Heaven knows they wouldn’t doing any recipe development tonight, after that. “O-obi?”

“Sorry, I just--” his throat makes a hollow thunk that echoes over the line-- “I got distracted.”

She blinks. “By what?”

“Thinking about how much I want to be there,” he admits, “and what I’d do to you if I was.”

“O-oh.” Maybe some culinary adventure wasn’t...so off the table as she thought. “A-and what would that be?”

A strangled groan tears between them. “I want to eat you out so bad.”

That-- that was not what she’d thought he’d say. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His sigh is strained. “You make such good noises.”

“You like it?” Her thighs clench, and oh, she wishes she knew what to do about it. “I figured it would taste...weird.”

Not that she’s ever tried. But she’s tasted blood (too coppery, bad texture), and well, boogers (too salty; thanks, childhood), and she can’t imagine that can taste much better.

“No,” he hums. “You taste just right. Are you touching yourself yet?”

There’s no way to explain she’s just been rating bodily fluids on a scale of most to least appetizing, so she settles with, “N-no.”

Now that he’s mentioned it, now that he’s reminded her that her body isn’t just some inconvenient appendage for her brain, Shirayuki can’t forget that it’s there. And she certainly can’t ignore the heat between her legs, or the way her skin feels as sensitive as flash paper, ready to burn up at a moment’s notice.

“You should do that,” he tells her, just short of a command, and ah, yeah, that’s sounding like a better and better idea every second. “What are you wearing?”

She’s out of cutesy stalling tactics. Or at least, she can’t think of any, not when her vagina seems to have a pulse of its own. “A tank top. And pajama shorts.”

“Sounds cute,” he breathes. “Put your hand down them.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. Pubic hair crinkles under the tips of her fingers, scratchy against her palm. It’s wet too, tangling when she tries to slide further down so she just..doesn’t. “What now?”

“What do you usually do?”

He’s panting just the barest bit, and the sound of him already so undone is what spurs her to admit, “I, um, usually don’t do anything.”

“But you’ve tried before.” She should have never told him that. “What did you do then?”

“I, um--” she licks her lips, nervous-- “put my fingers inside?”

“Right away?” He laughs, and it’s fond, gentle. “No wonder you’ve never gotten much of anywhere. How about you just cup yourself now.”

She does. Little hairs wrap themselves around her fingers, coming loose, and oh, those always refuse to wash off later, clinging to her with the same tenacity as glitter. It’s comforting to feel weight there, at least, even if it clearly isn’t Obi’s. Still, it’s...vaguely unpleasant.

“I don’t feel much,” she reports, trying not to let her frustration leak through. Maybe she just isn’t cut out for masturbation.

“You wouldn’t,” he confirms, “you need to part your lips first.”

She nearly does, until she thinks better of it. “What does that have to do with--?”

“Not your mouth.” He’s barely covering a laugh. “Your other lips.”

“O-oh.” Of course. That makes...more sense.

Her fingers splay, parting her flesh, and ahh, there is...a lot more of her than she remembers. She’s read about lips blooming like flowers before-- mostly in the books Nanna likes to read-- but nothing had ever...blossomed down there for her before. But it’s definitely all petals and sepals now, if things like that were made out of flesh. She saw something like that once, on one of those Syfy shows her grans liked to watch when she was a kid--

She jolts as something slaps her hard, right on the breast, and oh, she’s-- she’s forgotten she’s still holding the phone. Or at least, she was. Now her hand is boneless, empty, and her screen has belly-flopped right onto her boob.

“Oh, um, wait.” She fumbles with it, one-handed, trying to find some place to put it. “I need to--I need to put down my phone.”

He hums, bemused. “Two hands would help.”

Shirayuki’s definitely struggling with one, that’s for sure. Her bedside table is too far for her headphones to reach without tugging; the bed itself is just asking for her to squirm her way to an End Call. She’s stuck discovering all this with one hand plastered in between her thighs, dipping between her vulva in a way that can only be termed distracting.

By the time she settles it on her pillow, far enough away to avoid any mishap via cheek smooshing, she’s practically panting. Maybe she needs to take up a sport at Lyrias; Mathletes clearly isn’t cutting it.

“Okay,” she sighs, dropping back onto her bed. “Now I’m ready. I am parting my...myself. What’s next?”

“Are you wet?”

Well, if she wasn’t before, she certainly is now. “I, um, think so?”

“All right.” His bed groans, like he’s shifting on it, and oh, how she wishes she knew what he looked like now. “Just start sliding your fingers around. You know where your clit is, right?”

“Yes,” she manages, squirming as she rubs at her folds. “I’ve seen a diagram before.”

He laughs, a low rumbling chuckle that sends a shiver down her spine, and yeah, she can take a real good guess at where her clit might be. “Don’t touch it.”

Her fingers still. “Why not?”

“You’re sensitive,” he tells her, so casual. “You get squirmy when I touch it directly. I mean, feel free to try...maybe you’re a lighter touch than I am. You could like it.”

She’s about to balk-- if it doesn’t feel good when he does it, she’s not going to do any better-- when his voice drops and he adds, “Tell me if you do.”

Well, let it not be said that Shirayuki doesn’t believe in science. Which is the reason she’s doing this. Hypothesis testing. Not because her boyfriend asked in a ridiculously sexy way.

With a steeling breath, she swipes her clit with the pad of her finger and-- y i k e s.

She grits her teeth, nerves still jangling. “Um, yeah, that didn’t feel great.”

“Too bad.”

With a sigh, she stretches her neck, hoping to get that raised-hackles feel out of it and-- oh.

Rum Tum stares down at her with his glassy black eyes, mouth stitched into its permanent smile. That’s really...not helping.

“Um.” Duchess Prettymane is next to him, head tilted in question. Calico Dog is definitely just...judging her. “Give me one second.”

With her free hand, she turns each of her stuffies around, placing them in a line on her window sill. They don’t need to see any of this.

“Okay.” She settles back into her pillows. “So I definitely don’t touch that. I just...touch around it?”

“Yeah,” he huffs out, amused. “But no rubbing! Long strokes, just barely brushing it, both fingers, one on either side.” She can hear his grin when he adds, “You like to be teased.”

She wants to protest that; she nearly does, but--

Her fingers skid over her folds, tracing just around the lip of her slit, stopping just shy of her clit, and-- mm, all right, he, ah, definitely has a point. This feels much better.

Still, she’s so used to Obi’s touch; he lingers in all the right places, calluses catching on her clit in a way that makes her writhe. Her own fingers are too tiny and her movements too awkward. She’s too wet too; as much as it’s definitely helping with the, um, sensations she’s feeling, controlling her fingers makes her feel like a contestants on one of those Japanese game shows. Just when she thinks she’s gotten it, when she’s starting to build to something interesting if not good--

“How is it?”

She nearly nicks herself with a nail. “Better when you do it.”

“Ah, I see,” he hums. “A pillow princess--”

Shirayuki has absolutely no idea what that means, but she knows she’s being teased. “No--!”

A thunk stops her mid-thought. Her hand snaps away from her shorts. “Did you hear that?”

“Kid--”

She eyes the door warily. “Do you think it’s Nanna?”

Obi smothers a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure that was just your phone.”

“No, I put it behind my--” she looks down, and oh yes, there it is, right on the floor.

“Oh,” she breathes, mortified. “Oh. Right. Just, um, give me a minute.”

It’s a tricky proposition trying to fish it off the floor. For one, her bed is high and her arms are short-- oh, she was so committed to the whole fairy bower aesthetic of lofting her bed when she was twelve, but now it’s really inconvenient-- and for another, one hand is contaminated with, um, juices, and though she doesn’t want to smear any of that all over her phone--

Well, wiping it on the sheets is a bad decision. Nanna’s nose is sharp, and if there’s one conversation she doesn’t want to happen, it’s why does you bed smell like sex, Shirayuki? She’s done well not getting grounded so far, despite the number of times Obi’s been caught shirtless in her room, but she knows better than to try to test her grandmother’s patience on it.

Shirayuki drops to her belly, elbow digging into the mattress to ground her. Her finger are just long enough to brush the screen--

“Hey kid,” Obi sighs, “do you actually want to do this?”

She yelps. Only a quickly placed hand keeps her from meeting her carpet face first. She does have her phone though. “What?”

“I thought that this was going to be fun and sexy, but now...” He grunts, uneasy. “It seems like I might forcing you, and that’s really not what I wanted to happen. If you don’t want--”

“NO! I mean,” she manages, throwing herself back on her bed, “you have a point. Even though I prefer you touching me by lot--”

Obi hums, too smug.

“--we can’t always make the time to, um, do that.” It’s be nice if the bed could just swallow her whole right now, put her out of her misery, but-- she wants this. She wants him, and part of that is having terrible conversations that make her feel like a five alarm fire in a fireworks factory. “And if we’re having trouble just a few houses away, I’m sure we’ll find a way to have it when you’re only a few doors down too. Which is fine, it’s not like I have to, um...”

He makes a noise, intrigued, and oh, she really hates how badly she does want to keep this boyfriend. If only she liked him less, then she wouldn’t have to talk about any of this at all.

“I just mean, sometimes I think about you when we can’t be together--”

“Sometimes?”

“You know what I mean,” she snips, annoyed. “Sometimes I think about you in a specific way and I get a little, um, stuck. And that can be frustrating. So it’s probably better that I learn this now, than--

“Wait.” He’s breathless, unfocused. “Are you telling me you’ve been all...stuck lately?”

“N-no!” That is really not what she wants to be talking about right now. “I mean, a-a little? Kind of.”

She can hear the rush of his breath through his nose, his long thoughtful pause--

“Do you need some inspiration?” He’s eager, voice tight and nearly winded. “Purely above the waist, of course.”

It occurs to her that he means pictures; pictures of the adult variety. The yes leaps to her lips, but oh, what if Nanna saw it, and--

“Here, one sec.”

He’s not joking; barely a second later her phone buzzes, snapchat informing her that Obi has a new photo. She frowns, flicking open the app, and -- oh. Yes. That was. Definitely not there a few moments ago.

He’s naked from the waist up, lounging in a pair of gym shorts, his legs spread wide where he sits, and-- “Are you, um...?”

“Hot?” he growls playfully. “For you, yeah.”

“Hard,” she blurts out, since she never misses an opportunity to make a fool of herself. It would be nice if her curiosity could take a vacation for a day or two. Give her skin a break.

“Oh. Um. Yeah,” he grunts. “I mean, I’m trying to get you off, and I’m think about touching you. Sort of...a natural response.”

“But you aren’t touching yourself?”

“We hadn’t really talked about that,” he murmurs shyly. “This is supposed to be about you. I didn’t want to get distracted.”

“Ah...” That place between her legs throbs. She snakes a hand under her waistband, and oh, they’ve barely lost any ground at all. “You should.”

“W-what?”

“Touch yourself,” she tells him, running her fingers over her folds. “I think it would help.”

“Oh.” She might as well have hit him for the way that bursts out of him. “I didn’t--”

“I can give you inspiration too.” She whips off her tank before she can think better of it, struggling when she realizes, no, one hand will definitely not be enough to get the job done--

And then it’s nothing to take a picture, or to send it. A few taps and he’s choking, “Did-- did you mean to send this to me?”

It’s then that it strikes her: she just sent a naked picture to her boyfriend. Well, a half naked picture, but for what he could see she might as well have done the whole thing.

“Oh, is that-- is that okay?” She drags her safe hand over her face, sweat clinging to her palm. “I should have checked--”

“Yes!” he pants, half wild. “Yes, this is okay, Very, very okay. I just...you really want me to use this? For, uh, jacking off?”

“Could you?”

“Haah,” he breathes. “Yes. God, your breasts are so good, babe. And your face...”

“Then yes.” She licks her lips, nervous. “Please.”

“I don’t really need the help,” he warns, “I’m a real pro at this.”

“I want you to.” She doesn’t know how she says it without even a stutter. The thought of him touching himself like that, knowing that he’s thinking of her, just her-- “I want you to touch your-- you--”

“Really, kid, you don’t have to--”

“Cock.”

Just saying it shakes her up like a soda can, ready to burst, and she almost wishes she could take it back, that she could unsay half this conversation-- until he groans; the frantic slide of clothes loud from his end of the phone.

“What do you-- what should I--?”

He sounds so lost, his words hardly above a whine, and that’s the only reason she’s able to say, “I want you to, um, stroke it?”

“Yeah, I am-- I am already there, babe,” he assures her, voice throaty and strained. “You’re touching yourself too, right? You’re wet?”

“Y-yeah.” She slides her hand under the band, and ah, she hadn’t know it was possible to be wetter, that her thighs could be slick nearly to the edge of her shorts, but here she is. “I like hearing you. I-I mean...after graduation, when we went to the field, I--” she licks her lips, mouth so dry-- “I really wanted to hear you come again.”

“Jesus. Fuck.” His mattress creaks, distressed. “That was-- that was two months ago. You could have just--” he hisses, so sensitive-- “god, I would have come for you anytime.”

“Could you?” It comes out coyer than she expects, far too confident to sound like her, and she nearly apologizes, until he-- he--

He whimpers.

“If I asked really nice,” she hums, fingers skating along her folds, clit pulsing with how much she wants this, wants him. “Could you come for me again?”

He groans, pained. “Y-yeah. I could definitely arrange something.”

“Now?”

“Shit. Fuck.” He moans, but it trails off into a laugh. “Definitely won’t take long if you keep this up.”

“Good,” she sighs, pace quickening, her fingers daring to loop ever closer to the crux of her problem. “I want to hear you. It’s been so long...”

She hesitates. Obi is always the one to tease, and her the one that squirms away, the one that needs to be cajoled back into the scene, but now--

Well, the shoe is on the other foot isn’t it. “It’s been so long,” she says again, only this time she lets her voice go breathy, lets it linger on the cusp of whine. “Don’t make me wait, Obi...”

He doesn’t.

“Fuck,” is the only word he manages before he’s groaning, whimpering, making every sexy sound he can at once as he comes hard.

“Haah,” he moans, breath heaving. “That was-- that was definitely not how I expected this call to go.”

Shirayuki stills her fingers, mouth slanting into a smirk. She’d always wondered how Obi could watch her orgasm and not want to do it himself, not need to do it when she’s dying every time, but-- now she gets it. She may not have come, but there’s something supremely satisfying in watching-- no, listening to him fall apart instead.

“Oh?” She still sounds coy. Like Obi does every time she goes half-blind from the force of her own climax.

“You didn’t come, did you?” He’s put out, and she can tell his eyebrows are drawn, that his jaw is set. “I could--”

“No, no, don’t worry about me,” she assures him. “I’m fine. Besides, we have to get up tomorrow.”

“Ah, fuck, right. Senior Day.” He sighs. “All right, fine. But next time--”

“Next time,” she agrees. “Though I really enjoyed this time too.”

He makes a noise that sounds like dying. “Yeah, well, that’s great, but I’m not the one who needs to learn how to get off like a champ. But whatever,” he sighs, “we have all the time in the world for you to get it.”

Her chest warms, and she smiles against her pillow. “Right. I’ll see you tomorrow? Bright an early?”

He groans. “Yeah, yeah. Bright and early. Good night, kid.”

[sebbybooks]

Somewhere in Paradise

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction ~18+

Hello lovelies! I intended on this being just one part but I got carried away writing it so it’s going to be two parts if you happened to like it! On another note I’m still going to finish Beautiful Sinners if by chance someone was wondering! I just needed to get this story out of my head! Enjoy🌈

“We didn’t plan it and truth be told we didn’t even think this through. You told me to take a chance and live my own fairytale. I should’ve known from the moment I met you that you’d eventually sneak your way into mine.” -(Natalie Foster, Somewhere in Paradise)

My adrenaline was kicking in as my heart rate went as fast as a hummingbird’s.

“This is absolutely insane!”My voice rose in a high pitch as my thoughts came spilling out of my mouth.

I must have looked like a crazy person. I couldn’t hide the pure amount of fear and wonder on my face even though I knew I should have told him no from the very beginning. I held onto my journal, passport and airplane ticket for dear life while he awaited my answer. Sebastian’s proposition was certainly one that I have never been given by any man before. An yet there I was ready to make changes to my solo trip to Capri with a guy I’d recently just hit it off with in an airport lounge because our flight was delayed.

My nerves had easily gotten the better of me and I had a terrible habit of oversharing to people I don’t even know. Especially those with charming and charismatic personalities with a face to match. Never in a million years would I haved guessed that I would have found myself in such a unrealistically wild and daring situation like this one.

“What are the odds that you and I were headed to the same place and the exact hotel?” Sebastian flashed an equally alarming smile and I was convinced that in that moment we were both out of our minds and even way over heads.

“I call it dumb luck.” I say as I start to move my feet in the line that has already begun to move.

“No pretty sure they call this fate.”He said as I watched him sling his carry on bag across his chest. I searched his face worrying that I was I making a huge mistake and his expression would be the telltale sign that I needed. There was something about him that reeled me in from the moment he sat across from me. The time was running out to change my mind. I waited for that sign even of the smallest measurements to tell me that this was a huge mistake. I needed a punch to the gut to wake me up. Not only was I consumed with wanderlust but I also needed something to urge me away from him.

He leaned over to me, the air from his mouth tickling the side of my neck. “Breathe Natalie you look like you’re being forced to walk the plank.” Sebastian straightened back up turning his gaze forward.

I stifled out a laugh by how close the paralleled actions felt. “Do all of your pep talks consist of Disney themes?”

“Was I lying? Is a dream not a wish your heart makes?” He asked with a smirk forming on his mouth.

This man could very well have been a lunatic preying on a lone female traveler and I was the clueless woman following him aimlessly.

“Considering the fact our seats aren’t even together you can easily ditch me when the plane lands. I’ll find a way to cater to my wounded ego somehow.” Sebastian dragged his hand through his unkempt long brown hair. I could’ve watched him do that for hours.

“Then I will just be constantly looking over my shoulder wondering if you’re lurking in the shadows. Unfortunately for you now you’re technically stuck as my companion on this trip so that I know where you are at all times.” I chewed painfully on my lower lip, as I pondered over whatever the hell I just said.

Sebastian grinned. “As tempting as that sounds. I actually have some friends I do plan on catching up with.”

“Which makes it even scarier knowing you’ll be prowling in a pact!” My expression mocked my terrified exaggerations.

His eyebrows quickly flew up. “What if the roles are completely reversed and you end up stalking me?”

Touché .

“Nina and Alessio are a married couple in their sixties. They wouldn’t be up for it anyway.” Sebastian added.

At that point the only thing I had left to listen to was my conscience and even that told me to follow him to the end of the earth. I was alarmed by my own willingness. Where was Jiminy Cricket when I needed him? Shit. He was already rubbing off on me already and not in the way I would’ve imagined so quickly. If I had to choose I preferred the more R rated version of that hyperbole.

“Do you trust me?” He simply asked.

“Not really!” I choked out a laugh.

“Good.” His response was quick and I just knew that no matter what I decided in the end these next three weeks that slow sexy smile would find a way to wreck me.

As we entered the terminal I walked a few spaces in front of Sebastian. I looked back at him over my shoulder to see if he was still there.

His eyes grew earnest when our eyes met. “You’re not getting cold fins now, are you?”

“No princess Ariel I am not.” I said silently laughing to myself. He was without a doubt unlike most guys I’d ever met before. Sebastian was certainly out of the realms of my comfort zone. I had been questioning for this man’s sanity since the moment I met him. Seriously, who asks people they didn’t know to hang out with them in another county based on a whim? An yet there I was the one saying yes. My entire body sighed from disappointment at the thought of not giving this adventure a chance.I knew what was potentially at stake for me. For some odd reason I didn’t care.

“You keep mocking me, but you know where these lines are coming from.” His hand gently landed on my lower back to urge me forward, because I hadn’t realized I stopped moving and people were angrily piling behind us. I never realized I wanted anything more than for him to not remove his hand.

Sebastian kept his eyes locked on mine, as his head dipped towards me. I suddenly got the whiff of what was either his cologne or his natural fragrance. I just knew in that moment it took control of all my senses. He smelled like cashmere and vanilla. “Besides, life is too fucking short.” He let out a deep sigh and a wave of temporary sadness filled his eyes.

I nodded. “To die would be an awfully big adventure.” Throwing out my keen sense of knowledge for Disney as well. I wondered though when he did it, did he also feel like a giant dork or was it just me?

His face lit up as if on cue. “Mmm. I think you just might be my soulmate.”

ONE YEAR LATER

The melodious sound of birdsongs permeated around me mixed with the blended sound of chatter of tourist that I passed by. I was engulfed by the most serene and virtually indescribable surroundings once more. As I walked along the promenade with the sunlight warmly hitting my skin. I could smell the distant sea breeze filling me with a sense of nostalgia that brought me back to all those months ago.

I couldn’t believe time had rolled around so suddenly. It felt like it was just yesterday when I spent my first night here in paradise with Sebastian one year ago from today. When we had first arrived we went our separate ways to our rooms with not many words uttered between us. With the wave of the hand he disappeared through the lobby of the hotel and I awkwardly stood next to the elevator wondering if that was it.

Considering it was late over in the day I had made the executive decision to rest my body the first night and spend the rest of the next few weeks looking at every nook and cranny Capri had to offer. The moon was already shining through the opening of the window and I sat with my back against my bed facing out at the view. You would think the stars fell from the sky that night and landed into the sea. Trying my best to write the perfection description of what I was looking at. I was pulled from my trance when I heard rapid knocking on my door. I slowly climbed off of the bed knowing very well who it could’ve been.

“How did you know this was my room?” I asked with a sharpness laced in my voice.

“It took some very expensive bribery. ” Sebastian answered matter of factly. “Is that the greeting you always give?”

“Sebastian what are you doing here it’s late?”

“Saw you from the the balcony window thought I say hi.”

“I knew you were a stalker!” I wrapped my arms around my body to break the slight chill he was letting in. Or the goosebumps that was breaking out on my body from his sudden presence. I took him all in at once praying silently that he wasn’t some sort of crazed man, because holy shit.

His devil may care act was already driving me wild, but it was the way his shirt hugged his form tightly. Leaving a few of the buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearm. I noticed Sebastian actually took the time to tame his mane. It was slicked back but long enough for it to have been tucked behind his ear.

“Ha-Ha.” He said dryly before clapping his hands together. “Get dressed we are going out.”

“Wow.” I mouthed trying to hold back my bemusement. “Do you usually just snap your fingers and women drop everything for you just like that?”

“I typically rub my genie lamp beforehand.” He replied with a perfectly straight face.

I was already insane to agreeing to hitching my wagon to his during my trip, but now that I found myself here the realization was slowly sinking in. Any normal person would’ve had a restraining order by now. “I was actually staying in for the night.” I told him.

He gave me a pointed stare and watched me for a few seconds like I was the most confusing thing in the world. “Doing?”

“Absolutely nothing!” I stated proudly. “Listen the flight exhausted me and I just wanted to rest before I finally see the sights.” I waved my hand around signaling that I was talking about what’s on the outside of the room and not the inside. Sebastian didn’t budge at my declaration.

“Tell me to leave and I’ll go willingly Natalie. Just remember it wasn’t that long ago when you and I both talked about what brought us here in the first place. Remember what made you decide to be here with me. It’s that simple.” He shoved his hands into his front pockets.

I open my mouth to say just that. To tell him to go our separate ways as planned, but I stopped myself. It was a huge sigh of exasperation that escaped from my mouth. Everything he was saying made complete sense. Sebastian was doing exactly what I asked him to do. He was just keeping up his end of the bargain. The reason I had randomly booked me a flight in short noticed and packed my suitcase two days prior was because I was tired of writing about others living wondrous lives that could only be found in the bindings of my books. I looked up from my journal for a split second and there he was. I wanted to burn the image of him walking towards me. I took a leap of faith and jumped into the unknown. I just hoped I wouldn’t end up hurting when I fall.

“Give me ten minutes to get dressed.” I said before shutting the door. Suddenly remembering he kept the details of his life very vague. All he had even told me was that this was something he had to do and left it at that.

I spent more time getting ready than I realized. I had left Sebastian standing on the outside of my door and I wondered if he got tired and left. I took one final look at myself on the gilded golden antique mirror. I didn’t know where we were even going and I silently prayed that I wasn’t making another misguided judgment on behalf of his character. Wherever he was taking me my white mid length wrap skirt and black leotard would have to suffice.

I grabbed my woven clutched bag and tossed my room key inside. I took about two minutes debating back and forth if I should bring my journal just in case. Despite it not fitting in my purse I decided to bring it just to be safe. My words were my everything after all.

I went over to the door and twisted the knob to pull it open with my nerves at an all time high when I saw that Sebastian was leaned against the balcony still waiting on me. He looked like someone that climbed out of my wildest fantasy.

“I’m surprised you’re still here.” I said casually, as I tried my best to hide my amusement.

Sebastian slowly turned around his mouth falling slightly open when he caught sight of me. He let out a low whistle and I held back a smile.

Sebastian cleared his throat and his voice was low as if he was struggling for words. “Where else would have I went?” His forehead crinkled in concern.

I shrugged absentmindedly. “ I’m not too underdressed am I?” I asked.

“You look incredible.” He was quick to answer. “I just hope you’re ready to be on your feet all night in those shoes.”

“What?” I choked out, looking down at my wedges. My head suddenly spinning at the thousand scenarios of what that could possibly have meant. Especially it being so late into the night. “Where are you taking me Sebastian?” My voice rose in pitch.

“You need to take risks more often.” Sebastian says, patting me gently on the shoulder. I didn’t even know what the hell I was in for. He leaned down nearly closing the distance between us. “You know it’s a really good thing you can’t hear my indecent thoughts right about now.”

It was my turn to drop my jaw.

ONE YEAR LATER

As much as I tried to hold on to the memory of this place the indescribable scenery in person was no match to what existed in my head. It was the very epitome of walking around in a literal daydream. The path of the misaligned and jagged lightly colored tan stone buildings were held together with an immense amount of history. That sat across from the calm crystal blue water with a row of boats docked alongside the pavement.

I had wondered far enough that eventually I was passing Alessio’s outdoor tavern. I stood in my tracks looking back at the place in awe. I never got the chance to see it during the day, but I was glad I agreed to go with Sebastian when I had the chance. Comparing to it now at night the atmosphere was in full force and it was alive.

“Do you even know where you’re going.” I had to catch myself from whining all the way up here. The walk alone was killing my feet already, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.

“I did warn you about those shoes even though they were clearly designed to stomp all over my gentlemen facade.”

“Well it’s good thing I wore them then. So that way I can get a glimpse into your true nature.” I stated.

Sebastian wore a knowing smirk and I was jealous he didn’t appear out of breath as I was. “We are here.” He informed me.

I let him walk ahead of me as I stopped walking to slow my heart rate and to feast my eyes on the view. A large dark emerald tent that held up various rows of wire strung lights that hung above serval small square seating tables that were completely occupied. It was fenced in with a low broken cobbled stone barrier with vines growing around it . A line was nearly wrapped around and Sebastian just strode on inside bypassing a hostess who just smiled in his direction. The closer I moved the bigger the outdoor seating area grew.

A grand makeshift cobblestone dance floor was the center of the area that occupied a handful of couples swaying back and forth. On the right hand corner was a fully stocked bar and there were even bigger dining tables. It was noisy but the sounds were a mixture music, waiters taking orders all at once, and the chaos of the kitchen coming from the opening on a building to my left. When I caught up to Sebastian he was talking to an older man who looked at Sebastian as if he saw a ghost before tackling him in for a long embrace. When he let go the older man removed his hat and used the back of it to blot his eyes. He’d started to cry.

I looked at Sebastian who looked almost uncomfortable and sad by the display of affection. He stood there awkwardly patting the man on the back and offered him a half smile. Not knowing what to do myself I stood respectfully a few steps behind them. Above the noise I was still in earshot.

“You are still here for a reason my boy. Bianca would have wanted this for you,” Alessio says as he points to Sebastian sternly.

Sebastian shifts uncomfortably as if that name triggered an unwanted emotion. “I keep trying to tell myself that. Still doesn’t make it any easier.” He sighed.

“You have to make yourself believe it.” The older man was trying desperately to get through to Sebastian.

“That’s easier said than done.” He rubbed his hands across his face making the color in his cheeks flush.

The man was seconds away from saying something to him until he caught me staring like a mindless idiot. He scrunched his face up as if to tell me to go away, but my stupid feet wouldn’t move. Sebastian saw his expression and turned to follow his gaze. He winked at me before fanning me over to join him. I moved at a snails pace as the two men stared back at me. Sebastian kept a warm smile on his face and I noticed the man looked between me and Sebastian. As if having a knowing assumption his face lit up with amusement.

“Alessio this is my new friend Natalie Foster, she’s a writer.” Sebastian’s introduction caught me by surprise. I briefly told him I liked writing I never told him I did it for a living. There was no way he could’ve known without looking me up I doubt my books were his cup of tea.

Alessio’s grayed eyebrows rose in suspicion. “A writer?”

“Yes Sir.” I said bashfully.

“Hmph! Then tell me Ms. Foster are you passionate about your job?” He folded his arms and eyed me carefully.

It felt so random to be put on the spot and I didn’t even bother looking at Sebastian for backup, because he was just as confusing to understand.

“The day it feels like a job I may as well have lost all of my passion. I see it as a gift to do something you love constantly. You do it without complaint even though somedays I want to rip my hair out. Okay most days, but it’s a privilege really.” I waited for him to say something, but he stared at me accessing what I’d told him.

Soon after his expression starts to soften and he looks back up at Sebastian then at me again reaching for my hand. I let him take my hand between both of his. “Hold on to that fire. You’re a smart women I can tell.” He waves his finger in the air. “I like her. So would have Bianca.” He placed his hand solemnly over his heart.

Immediately I wondered who this Bianca person was. I was surprised by this tinge of jealously that I suddenly felt. It wasn’t like Sebastian and I laid out the terms and agreement on this trip. I didn’t follow him hear hoping that a summer romance would blossom. Still the thought of him picking random women up every time he left the county certainly crossed my mind.

“Listen before I forget to mention. Don’t forget to stop by tomorrow .Nina is looking forward to another attempt on trying to teach you how to make real food.” His words rushed out as someone waved him over to get his attention.

“We will be there.” Sebastian answered. I somehow got stuck on the word “we” for entirely too long.

“Natalie?” Sebastian called my name breaking me from my train of thoughts.

“Yeah?” My voice took a minute to catch up with my what I was thinking.

“I hope you like it here the drinks and food here is. . .exceptional!” Sebastian forced out a fake smile. I was dying to ask who was this Bianca person. A relative, a friend, an ex? Whoever she was the single mention of her name visibly made him tense. I didn’t have it in me to poke the bear who I didn’t even know anything about.

“I’m sure I will.” I did my best to make my voice come out excitable, though I’m pretty sure I overdid it because he shook his head and laughed.

He turned a few heads as we made our way though the sea of people and tables. I saw one woman who was accompanied by more than likely her husband nearly breaking her neck trying to get a look at Sebastian.

“Two shots of limoncello.” He held up his fingers and he leaned across the bar counter. All the seats were filled. The bartender nodded his head at the order and turned to make what Sebastian just said. I didn’t notice before but a silver chain popped out of his shirt and peculiar symbol hung around it. I couldn’t make it out in the dark. “Do you drink?” He asked.

“Sometimes.” I muttered. I usually only drink on special occasions even then I don’t really take to the taste of liquor. New place, new me right?

“Cat got your tongue?” His gaze burned into me and I had to turn my head to keep from toppling over.

“I’m just taking everything in.” I answer truthfully. My head was still spinning over the fact that I actually made it over here and didn’t chicken out like always. Oh and bonus points for not getting killed! If that’s not grounds for celebrating I don’t know what is. Sebastian’s mood was highly contagious. I couldn’t help but feel pity for the somber face he was trying to hide.

“Here take one.” He said holding two shot glasses filled to the top with a yellowish liquid. I grabbed ahold of one careful not to spill any which was surprisingly cold. “Try it you’ll like it.” Before I could ask him how would he even know that I would he had already downed his.

Bringing it closer to my mouth I got a strong whiff of lemons. I sucked in a breath of air and forced the liquid down my throat. The alcohol slowly burned going down. I closed my eyes in fear it would cause my stomach to lurch. I was caught off guard by how much I actually liked it. Oddly enough the aftertaste was sweet.

“What’s the verdict?” He asked.

“I want another one.”

Between the two of us I’m pretty sure we consumed enough limoncello to serve half an army. My tastebuds eventually grew numb and I couldn’t keep myself my giggling over everything. Not laughing. GIGGLING!!!

The conversation remained light between the two of us. He mentioned everything from where he was from, his childhood pets, right down to if he preferred boxers or briefs. The answer is boxers. There wasn’t a single mention as to who Bianca was to him and my curiosity levels were at an all time high. I couldn’t bite my tongue any longer. There was a point when I physically tried to bite it. I was officially cut off from shots.

“Do you come here often with Bianca?” The question slipped out of my mouth before my brain could register.

Sebastian ran his tongue across his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. He stared back at me with a hunger in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was all those drinks that I had but it made the blood in my veins turn hot. My skin felt sensitive to the touch. I felt prisoner to his gaze and strangely I liked it. Probably more than I should have.

“Would it be terrible of me if I tried to kiss you?” Sebastian flashed a smile completely skating over the question I had just asked him. “As friends of course.” He added.

I let out a gust of air. A thousand percent taken aback by his bluntness. My mind was quickly rationalizing with what he’d just asked me and right off I knew I needed to steer clear of him. The only reason I didn’t get up to leave was the tiny voice in my headed started scream to yes.

I let out a laugh. “Friends don’t kiss.”

“Then let’s pretend that for a second we aren’t.”

“How drunk are you?” I playfully rolled my eyes.

“I’m perfectly coherent.” He said while balancing his finger on top of his nose.

“Why do you even want to kiss me?” I asked him. My was voice came out as an audible whisper.

“Do you always overthink every little thing?”

I pretended to think it through for a while. “Wait. I need a second to mentally make a pros and cons list so I can calculate a response to your answer.” I teased. When I looked back around I’d noticed Sebastian had moved in closer. I could smell the limoncello off his mouth.

“Can I?” I could hear a sense of urgency in his voice. He was pleading with me, and yet and the same time he looked like he was at war with himself. If this was any indication of how the rest of my trip would go I Natalie Foster was headed down uncharted territory at a ramped speed. Deep down I invited the thrill willingly.

Sebastian took my silence for my answer. He started to turn his head away from me but I reached out to cup his face between the palm of my hands to stop him. The disappointment washed away from his face and the flirtatious look returned. Taking an up close look at his sharp features alone made me go dizzy. His face was truly intoxicating. In a swift movement Sebastian closed the gap between us, a rush of pure lust five seconds later consumed me.

Our lips met in a featherlight kiss. He torturously kissed me softly and slowly again and again. Until I parted my lips to suck in a breath of air. Sebastian’s tongue swept against my bottom lip and my mouth parted open inviting him in. His tongue took it as an advantage in search for my own. The very second our tongues touched, my body ached for more.

Sebastian’s mouth tasted like vodka and lemon. . . and something much sweeter, untamed. His lips became greedier than before. My mind was growing even foggier as I kissed him back hungrily. My hands slipped down from his face and rested on his chest, as our mouths move in unison. Sebastian tightly gripped at my waist pulling me closer towards him. I’m sure there were a few eyes on us and for once I didn’t care. This was what I wanted. In that moment he was what I wanted.

As if reading my mind Sebastian pulled away. He looked upset and riddled with guilt. Gasping for air he shakily raked his fingers through his hair, causing brown locks of hair to fall down. ”We would come here once a year for the past five years. At the end of each trip we would already be planning to come back around the same time. Nearly three months ago as the trip neared she died. “

“Who died?” I breathed. I needed to catch my breath and composure all at the same time. I was trying not to let my disappointment show of me basically being rejected.

“My girlfriend Bianca.” When the words fell out of his mouth he stood up from his chair and looked down at me searching for the right words to say. An apology would’ve been a start.

I felt so . . . I didn’t know what I was feeling. He was suppose to be here with his girlfriend. Instead he was here with me as probably some fucking distraction. I wasn’t quite sure I was hurt or if I felt sorry for him.

“Say something Natalie.” He pleaded.

“Sebastian just go.” I told him, not wanting anymore attention directed at us. He nodded his head and it almost sounded like he said the words “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know if they were meant for me or for her.

When I spun around my in chair to grab my clutch off the bar stool my heart nearly leapt out of my chest when I noticed my journal wasn’t with it.

{Part 1 out of 2}

[kpoppwriter]

EXO Reaction to Being Submissive

Anonymous said to kpoppwriter:

Hello, could I request EXO (OT12) submitting to the reader? Would they submit willingly, or would they need to be convinced first? Who goes into sub space quickly? Who's a bratty sub, who's a total baby boy? Who calls you daddy/mommy, master/mistress, who prefers to address you however you want to? (I tried to give you some questions, so you can do headcanons easily of you're unispired, but feel free to ignore me or add on!) Thank you!! ❤ ~💫

 Hi, I love you and told max I would  fight her if I couldn’t write this beautiful request.

Xiumin/Minseok

He would be rather shy at first when you brought it up but he was actually excited. Xiumin loved to be called you pretty kitty. Xiumin was compliant when he was in his sub space. He would want you to be hard on him often but still give him rewards when he was good. Xiumin would call you Ms./Mr. Y/N. He would begin to be more compliant in regular life too. If you were to even touch his back or leg the right way he would immediately look to you like the cute kitten he was and wait for you to guide him. Minseok is a perfect sub but when not in sub space is just as grown, in charge and has a dominant personality just like you, so when he isn't “Kitty”, he will call you on your bullshitty.

Luhan

Lu is a pleaser. He just wants you to be happy so he would be ok with being submissive. Lu would want to be dominant sometimes but his need to make you happy makes him want whatever you want more. If Lu is a sub he would be rather reserved. Not wanting to go to extreme as it would scare him slightly. Lu was sort of vanilla when it came to being a sub, and if he went farther than basics like hand cuffs and ropes he would want a treat or reward afterwards. Lu was sensitive and he would want you to take that into consideration, he wants you to feel good but pain is a huge no for him. He ca also become very easily blushy and is not one to always use verbal communication so be sure to keep track of what he does when he is needy, upset or anything.

Kris/Yifan

I would never call this man a sub, ok. Kris would bottom, and he would let you take control every once in a while but only if he really was close to you. No offence but if Kris was just having a one night stand he is domming but if he builds a bond and relationship with you he would “let you take control”.  Kris is a freak and would let you do almost anything to him but 2 rules: Tell no one. Don’t do it in public. Kris is rather private with his sexual desires.

Suho/Junmyeon

He….Ya’ll…It…No….

Lay/Yixing

Yixing is like Luhan, he would sub for you and let you take control but is rather fragile (its or baby sheep). Yixing is super sweet to so he would want you to treat him softly. Even if your rough with him you have to talk to him softly the entire time to keep him calm. He loves it when you call him babyboy. It calms him and makes him get all blushy and soft. Yixing would want to sort of keep his kinks on the low but will not get mad if you call him babyboy in public because he is proud to have you dominate him too. Yixing follows all your rules and never makes any trouble since he only wants him

Baekhyun

Baekhyun is PURE puppy material. He is our first boy who will need/want heavy punishment. Baekhyun is an undercover masochist. Baek would love if you were mean to him and hurt him. He often falls easily into sub space is will start to be a tease or not follow your rules to get attention. Baekhyun would love to be your little slave and have you use him and put him in his place. Baekhyun has only a few limits he could never do and will be your little love as long as you don’t try those.Baek doesn’t care for giving you pet names but will call you one of you ask him too but he loves when you call him “Kitten”. Baek will also be the type to not be afraid if anyone knows you are in control of him. Sometimes doing risky things like asking for you to put a vibrator in him while he’s preforming and mess with him. He loves the torture.

Chen/Jongdae

You might have to force Chen to be a sub since he isnt used to it. He would be sort of whiny about things and try to annoy you until you give him what he wants, so you might have to be a little hard on him. Chen is sweet and affection though, buts it only when he wants to be. Chen wouldn’t probably be into calling you mommy/daddy unless he was feeling super cute and needy.  Dae loves your hands a lot, he wants to hold them and kiss them. Dae would want you to hold his hands constantly since they were so comforting to him. Really holding jims at all is his weakness. He says he hates cuddles but he falls asleep in 10 seconds. He’s a cute needy sub who wants you attention but will complain you like him to much when he gets it.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol is your baby boy all day. He needs lots of love and affection, lots of pampering and your attention. Chanyeol would probably be one of the easiest members to get into sub space. He would do almost anything you say and love when you gave him commands and task. Chanyeol would never try to break the rules unless he wanted attention but 90% of the time he was your perfect angel. Chanyeol can sometimes become insecure that he is too tall to be your baby or that he isn't good enough for you so you will have to reassure him. Also this boy is not going to lose his muscles because he says their to help protect you because he doesn’t want anyone to touch you but him. (He’s possessive, and gets insecure when around others). Yeollie wouldn’t call you Mommy/Daddy unless he was in the mood so if you hear it slip out be sure to realize.

D.O/Kyungsoo

Soo would be ok with being your sub only in private and if you were good at taking care of his needs. He would sub but not for anyone who cant give him love, can't help him cook, can't help take care of the house and him and cant fuck. Soo would want you to make up for his faults hopefully so he can learn to grow to be more like you and would want you to be more so teaching him then just being dominant in the relationship. D.O is happy letting you dominate him sometimes but would love to dominate too and is rather vanilla when he subs since he hates pain, or anything not purely, evidently loving. He is fine with praise but also can't do stuff public since he has a reputation to keep up. So I wouldn’t say he would really sub but he would be pleased learning from you and letting you dom in sexual scenarios per say.

Kai/Jongin

Nini loved being your pup and is the most obedient besides Chanyeol.  Jongin would expect lots of lot of love from you but can with stand the punishments amazingly. Jongin likes when you do things for your own amusement or pleasure before his sometimes. Jongin is pretty sweet and wouldn’t have a problem letting people know he was very submissive in the relationship. He wouldn’t run around screaming it but he didn’t mind if you called him baby or little one in front of everyone. Jongin does need lots of aftercare, unlike some older members. He wouldn’t just want cuddles but maybe food and for you to cuddle him and talk to him after he eats and goes to sleep. Jongin is an adorable sub and wouldn’t care who knows it as long as his Sir/Mistress is happy.

Tao/Zitao

Tao is a good sub but can get bratty at times. Most of the time he is sweet and will do things for you but remember Tao is a Taurus and is going to be a little to stubborn maybe and fight you on somethings. Tao would be the prettiest angel to his Mommy/ Daddy's face but everyone else gets what they deserve. Tao has some limits in the bedroom but not to many is is fine with experimenting there. Honestly thought he might be scared to let people know you are dominate over him since some people already think he's a Gucci whore. You're not a Sugar Mommy/Daddy, your his love. So Tao would be a good sub as long as you don't force him into anything and keep it a little low-key.

Sehun

Hunnie. That’s his nickname, cause this boy is a wild sub. He would live for the crazy kinky moments. He would need to be punished a lot because of his constant teasing and can get mouthy or bratty but would love to do almost anything you were up for. Sehun loves public sex and anything he thinks is sort of risky like slight knife play or threesomes. Sehun would like having someone to be more dominant for him but would sort of expect you to take care of him in almost a Sugar Spouse manner. Buy him things, baby him, fuck him until he can barely walk right, the regular. He would do call you what you wanted, dress how you want and do what you want as long as it wasn’t nasty and you took care of him and secured Ya’ll a bag, ok.

- Morning Star

[letters-from-the-three-houses]

So have you seen translations for the three House Leaders' Cipher cards? If so what are your thoughts then? I know this question has been asked but it's such an interesting topic I want to hear everyone else' opinions.

yes i have! no worries about already asked questions; everyone’s thoughts add fuel to the fire~

for those who haven’t seen it/need a refresher, here’s the translation. all three of the cards are meant to be read at the same time, so the lines feed onto each other!

it gives the tiniest sliver of detail on the trio’s relationship, but it’s still pretty substantial. see this post for a nice explanation and a different perspective on the matter

now onto the analysis!

p.s. in light of the reddit ‘leaks’ thread, this blog will be spoiler-free. all speculations come from the current information we have at hand (currently, anything up to the most recent famitsu scans). see this post for more details

let’s look at this step by step. first up is edelgard’s:

“a wise ruler shouldn’t take one’s words purely at face value”

all in all, she sounds suspicious of others, which implies that the political climate in adrestia is more ruthless than the other nations. as an empire, adrestia is likely to be the most ‘antagonistic’ of the three. the only other fe empires i know—and note that they’re called empires in japanese (帝�� or teikoku)—are rigel and embla. the former is militaristic and bases its principles on glory and power, while the latter is seen as the ‘evil’ side that’s trying to conquer more territory. adrestia’s probably going to end up on a similar boat (implying that the reason for the impending war is adrestia breaking peace treaties, but let’s put that thought aside)

it gives me similar vibes to nohr’s political climate: full of backstabbing and stepping stones galore. edelgard has to constantly be on guard because a) her every move is judged (more on ‘by who’ later) and b) there’s always someone trying to take advantage of her/the situation. i think she has a similar personality to berkut + xander—nationalistic and loyal to her country, but harsh to those who try to steal her position. edelgard probably had two choices: adapt or get eaten. reading between the lines kept you alive, while taking everything at face value placed your trust in the wrong people

however, there’s one caveat! we don’t know if this behaviour is directed solely to the court or if it propagates towards adrestia as a whole. since she’s a noble (hence, having to constantly interact with fellow nobles), i’ll run with the assumption that the court is, in fact, a den of snakes. one wrong move and you’re dead meat

the civilians, on the other hand, are a wild card. we don’t know a whole lot about adrestia’s economy, social order, quality of life, etc. is food scarce? what percentage of the population is considered poor? are they dissatisfied with the emperor’s rule? is there discourse amongst commoners and nobles?

well, we have no clue. but we do know that the black eagles only has one commoner student. so the question is why?

i mentioned in my last speculation post about dorothea that it could be because of money or power (or presence thereof), but it could very well be that there’s a strict hierarchy in adrestia; nobles exert control over civilians. only the rich and influential—say, a renowned opera singer—would have the ability to stand equal with the nobles. in that case, it’d be understandable if they held ill will towards the nobility. edelgard, then, would also have to be careful outside of the court because the people don’t trust her

take note that she says “ruler” in this line, so she’s explicitly referring to her role as an emperor. to be a good and fair leader over nobles and commoners alike, she can’t just trust everything that people say. there could very well be a warmer/softer side to edelgard, but any matters concerning politics, leadership, military, etc. are seen through the lens of a queenly mask

“i’ve no desire to be accused of seeing only subtext in what others say”

in contrast, dimitri’s straightforward. what you say is the truth. makes sense because faerghus values honour above all else, being a country of knights

you know, dimitri’s profile irked me for the longest time because he reminded me of someone but i couldn’t figure out who it was

and then it hit me: marth

“sincere”, “chivalrous”, “cheerful”, and trusting of others? it sounds very much like marth! also notable is that the kanji for ‘the holy kingdom'—聖王国 (seiōkoku)—is the same for the kanji in ‘the sacred kingdom of archanea’. i’d actually love it if dimitri was a bit like marth/leif/eirika: kind, empathic, well-meaning, but a bit naive. at first, he looks like one of those 'ice queen’ characters, but if he’s the exact opposite then it’d be a pleasant surprise

the reason why i mentioned the whole adrestian public situation in the last section is because it would mean dimitri has a straightforward nature even if he’s (hypothetically) been through similar situations to edelgard. so he’d be a forgive and forget kind of guy, who despite being lied to before, will give you the benefit of a doubt the second time. again, it lines up with the whole knight thing

or, simpler, he’s never had to experience all that backstabbing before. but i wouldn’t bet on that because his profile does mention a “dark secret”. what the dark secret is could be anything—for all we know, dimitri could be a serial killer! of course, that doesn’t fit with what we know of him so far, so i’d scratch that idea off of the drawing board

nevertheless, that means he’s a pretty blunt guy. if you want the truth, ask dimitri; he won’t beat around the bush

also, i think he’s well-liked with the commoners in his country (faerghusians? faerghese?). as a knight and a noble, he likely lives by the code of noblesse oblige. he’s not personally involved—i’d gun more for respected at a distance—but he certainly has their favour

“oh how innocent - how naive - these two seem next to me, shiftiness incarnate!”

woah! claude!! what’s that supposed to mean?!

the way it’s worded is really weird, but i think it means that claude refers to himself as “shiftiness incarnate”. his bio implies he’s clever and knows more than he lets on, so he must be good at deception/fooling people

he calls the two other lords “innocent” and “naive”, which is a neon red flag for claude’s personality. dimitri, we’ve speculated, could have a vanilla backstory so i’d let it slide. but edelgard has probably been through tons and tons of political intrigue. even then, she’s naive in claude’s eyes? whatever’s going on in his life must be heavy. it seems to be a big secret that rivals even the most misleading adrestians. claude sounds like he’s got a lot to hide

that, or the three just constantly have kindergarten squabbles on who’s better than who (“you’re smart? well i’m smarter”)

the leicester alliance also gives me merchant vibes, if only because trade would be booming within an alliance. i’d like to think that claude’s personally close with the common folk, and he keeps good relations with all the houses within the territory

out of nice timing (as well as adding a lot more info because this is a late reply), the most recent famitsu scans detail a mini history lesson of the three nations. adrestia was the ruling government of fódlan, then faerghus and leicester became independent of adrestia. to this day, the three contest against each other. very interesting!

i don’t want to say that the three of them are enemies though. maybe rivals that respect each other. though the academy is on neutral ground, i think it’d be a terrible idea to have enemy nations all in the same place. just imagine if nohr and hoshido were put into a boarding school; they’d kill each other before the day is over

in that regard, i’m hoping we can get them to interact in free time events. maybe they can build up some sort of rapport and budding friendships, so by the time a full-scale war descends on fódlan, there’ll be even better drama on the battlefield

[asks are open!]

[mysweetestcreature]

Strands of Hair

Request: could you write something about harry having a new hair and make up artist and them casually flirting then one night before a show they take the flirting too far? love your writing xo

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! xx

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“He’s a total softie,” Lou says, “but he can be a bit stubborn when it comes to his hair.” Y/n makes a mental note to not mess of the famous locks of one Harry Styles. A few months ago, she’d been contracted by Harry’s management––at her good friend, Lou Teasdale’s, recommendation––to be the rock star’s new stylist. It’s been a dream of hers, to travel the world. And now she’s able to do it, while doing something she loves. Her old job at a makeup/hair salon in the heart of London had been a fantastic start out for her career. Some well-known public figures have sat in her chair and allowed her full creative freedom. 

But this is much different. Not only is he one of the biggest names in modern times, but she’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t a bit of a fan herself. “What about makeup? Does he wear any?” Y/n asks. 

“Some powder on occasion, but he really doesn’t need it. Have you seen the man’s skin?” Lou laughs. She gives Y/n an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “You’re going to do just fine, okay? You know you’re good at what you do, and Harry’s really easy to work with. If I wasn’t needed at the salon, I would still be on the road with him.” The main reason she was hired was because Lou had made the decision to focus on her personal business ventures, a hair coloring salon, which she helps run with her sister. Y/n gives her an appreciative smile, as she packs the last bit of her makeup and hair necessities in her tote. 

Hopefully all goes well.

***

11 March 2018, Basel, Switzerland

The first night of the tour, and the adrenaline is running high backstage. Already, Harry can hear the echoes of the growing crowd waiting on the other side of the screen. It’s the first time he’ll be performing in front of so many people as a solo artist. Tonight, marks his first ever arena gig, and he cannot be more excited and nervous. When someone has been on the road as much as he has, one would expect him to feel immune to whatever jitters may course through his body. Yet, the feeling never stops, as Stevie Nicks has so prudently preached.  

He’s got his sparkling black trousers fastened around his hips, a black ruffled blouse tucked into it. “Hair and makeup, now,” Jeff orders as he passes him in the hall and turns to point at his watch. So, he does just that. To be honest, he’s a bit sad that Lou isn’t joining him on this leg of the tour. She’s been with him ever since he started out in this crazy business, but she did promise that his new stylist would be nothing short of exceptional. 

“Hi!” a voice chirps at him just seconds after he passes through the doorway. Harry takes a moment to get a good look at her. Her hair is pulled back into a stylishly messy bun that sits near the top of her head. She’s dressed in high-waisted navy blue skinny jeans, with a light grey cropped tank on top. Just the right amount of skin lingers in between. “I’m Y/n!”

“I’m Harry,” he politely nods to her. She giggles softly, and he can’t help but smile at how infectious it is.

“I know, I’m actually a really a big fan,” she blushes, then signals for him to take a seat in the chair right in front of the vanity. He looks at her through the mirror, and watches as she runs her hands through his hair, tussling it on the sides. Her fingers feel good as her nails lightly scratch against his scalp, he bites his tongue to hold back a pleasured moan. “I’ve been told not to mess with the hair too much but is there something you want specifically?” she asks, the reflection of their eyes meet. 

“I dunno, maybe just curl it a bit?” Lou would usually cut it before most shows, but he’s recently made a firm decision to let it grow out into its naturally wavy state. 

She nods, and takes a brush and gently brushes it back, making sure not to hurt him. The last thing she needs is to cause physical pain to the man that’s paying her. “How about if we curl the front?” Y/n steps in front of him and stares intently at the top of his head. Her hand reaches up to curl a piece around her finger, her mouth curls to the side in what looks like pure concentration. Yeah, curling just a bit of it in the front would look good.

The breath he didn’t even know he was holding releases once she turns around to get the curler ready. He won’t deny that she’s cute, really cute actually. “Sure, that’d be cool,” he says calmly, although his mind is still focused on how she smells of vanilla and…roses, maybe? As she gets to work on his hair, he tries to come up with something to say. Surely it shouldn’t be this difficult to make conversation. They’ll be working closely with one another for the better part of five months. “How long have you known Lou?”

“About three years or so,” she replies, taking a moment to dart her eyes up at him through the mirror. 

“Oh…lovely,” he says, and noticeably winces at how sarcastic that had sounded. She chuckles as she wraps a strand of hair around the wand. “I didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” he shakes his head lightly, his dimples pop out as he offers an embarrassed smile. 

“It’s alright,” she giggles. She lets the heated curl fall against his forehead, then brushes it to the side. Once more, her fingers comb through his hair, and she looks at his reflection to make sure everything looks perfect. 

When they’re both satisfied with how it looks, she moves on to dust a bit of powder over his face. The things they had said weren’t false at all. This man has the nicest skin she’s seen. Would it be weird for her to ask him about his skincare routine? “You have really nice skin,” she mumbles, but he’s able to catch it.

“Why, thank you. I just drink loads of water,” he jokes, and a flush of pink rises to the apples of her cheeks. But when she dares to meet his eyes, they’re all bright and green, and suddenly she feels like she’s the seventeen-year-old fawning over his picture in the magazines. 

“Oh, so that’s your secret,” she muses, as she tries to play off the discomfiture of having been unable to hold her thoughts in.

Harry laughs, and nods his head tauntingly slow. “Yeah, that’s all there is to it. I could give you some pointers if you want,” he teases, but when he thinks logically about what he’s just said, he realizes how stupid it must’ve sounded. Luckily, she finds the humor in his statement, not being able to bite back the melody of giggles that so eloquently dance through her lips. It’s a sound he could get used to hearing. 

***

18 March 2018, Stockholm, Sweden 

Four shows down, and Y/n finally thinks she’s gotten the whole ‘moving around a lot’ thing down. Thankfully, the following meetings with Harry hadn’t been as awkward as the first. They’ve actually been able to maintain a decent conversation while she plays with his hair, and she finds that they share much of the same humor. He’s quite funny, always cracking jokes at opportune times.  

The rest of the band is really great, as well. She’s already formed a close bond with Sarah and Clare, and she loves doing their makeup. Since the guys go light, only really covering themselves in the faintest of foundation, it’s a good contrast to be able to experiment with different eye looks to match their colorful outfits. In the show in Paris, she’d given Sarah a magnificent blue cut-crease to match her sparkly top.  

She’s forgotten what an exhilarating performer Harry is. There’s just something about his charm and charisma that instantly draws an audience by the thousands. He’s cheeky, but also the sweetest person all at the same time. It reminds her of why she became a fan in the first place. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that she’d ever take part in his career in any way besides admiring him from afar.

During his Amsterdam show, she chose to settle herself within the crowd, wanting to see him rock the stage in the way that only he can. She’d jammed out during ‘Only Angel’ and had shed a tear or two when he sang ‘If I Could Fly’ while phone lights lit up the arena. Something worth mentioning is how good he had looked in his custom Harris Reed. He was like a modern-day pirate, as she had told him while seated in front of her. 

Tonight’s suit, however, has her feeling a certain way. It’s a custom Calvin Klein suit, light pink with thin black lines that form squares along the fabric. Inside, he’s only got on a tank, and bless her soul when he had come into the makeup in only that, she felt her thoughts drift astray towards the tattoos that scatter along his bare arms. The muscles in himslightly flexing when he had opened up a water bottle.  

“It’s a nice suit, yeah?” Harry Lambert whispers as they look on from the side. She bites her lips inward and gives the faintest nod. He’s going completely wild on stage, ‘Kiwi’ just has that effect on him. At the final seconds of the song, he does his infamous spit take, and launches a mist of water into the air. There’s something about it that she finds so extremely, breathtaking. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him, he’s her boss and maybe she can call him a friend, but that’s about it.

Each member of CHASM exits off the stage, Harry being the last. “How’d I do?” he smiles at her, an arm casually slung over her shoulder as they walk. “You were amazing, as expected,” she says sincerely, “a bit pitchy during Sign of the Times, but I suppose it happens to the best of us.” She keeps walking in spite of him stopping in his tracks, his arm falling to his side as he stands there completely stunned. She turns, continuing to walk backwards, and flashes him a mischievous look. 

***

24 March 2018, Oberhausen, Germany

Harry’s developed somewhat of a crush on her since they’ve embarked on this tour. There’s something about her that keeps drawing him in, and he has yet to find out what it is. One thing he admires is how she always manages to smile, even when it’s visibly evident that she’s running low on energy. It’s the travelling, he assumes. When he was on tour with One Direction, it had taken him several weeks to find his own rhythm in the midst of the all the hustle. 

It’s still early, they’ve got about eight hours until they’re meant to be preparing for tonight’s gig. He pops in to where she’s sitting in the makeup chair, scrolling through some pictures of makeup looks from by her favorite beauty gurus. “C’mon, get up,” he says to her, pulling her hand till she’s standing on her feet.

“What? Where are we going?” she raises a suspicious eyebrow at him. “If this is one of your pranks, I’m telling you, Harry…”

“No! I promise you that you’ll appreciate this one.” He grabs her purse on the way out, and she looks down to where her hand is being firmly held in his. His hand digs in his jacket pocket and pulls out a pair of sunglasses. “Here, put these on.”

***

The liquid burns her throat, but she can slowly feel herself becoming more in touch with her senses. Turns out, he was taking her to a coffee house not too far from the venue. He’d made her wear his extra pair of shades, so they could easily maneuver through the streets without anyone recognizing them––she’s acquired quite the following since early March. 

“Hit the spot?” 

She hums in satisfaction, her eyes closed as she indulges in the feeling of having the steam of her coffee open up her sinuses. “Definitely,” she replies, and takes another sip of the dark roast. She opens her eyes to see his sparkling down at her, the sunglasses he had worn earlier perched on the top of his head, no longer hiding the green irises she’s become entranced by. Before she has chance to stop herself, she’s pushing back a stand of hair that’s gone aloof.  “Sorry…It was bothering me,” she blushes. 

Harry takes a step closer to her, only a few inches now separating them. Y/n can feel the rushing of her heartbeat as the warmth of each of his breaths sends shivers down her spine. “It’s fine,” he says in low voice, his gaze darting down to her parted lips, all plump and pink, and just begging to be kissed. “It’s yours to play with.” 

***

31 March 2018, Madrid, Spain

“Amazing job, tonight!” he hears her praises Clare and Sarah once they’re all backstage. He makes his way over to her, only be stopped by Jeff. His manager starts talking his ear off, but Harry can hardly pay him any attention.  

A pang of jealousy hits him when he sees her hug Mitch and Adam, if only it were him. Their eyes meet from across the hallway, and she shoots him a sweet smile before getting whisked away by one of the staff members. 

“Sorry, can we talk about this later?” Harry excuses himself and takes long strides over to his band. The four of them are laughing amongst themselves, Mitch holding a bottle of champagne in his hand, a flute in the other.

“Want a drink?” he holds it out for Harry to take.

He waves his hand to decline. “Have you seen, Y/n?” he asks, looking over Adam’s shoulder. He doesn’t even notice them exchanging knowing looks. At this point, the mutual attraction shared between Harry and Y/n is obvious to all. Sarah motions over to hair and makeup, and he’s already jogging over to the room.

When he sees her, she’s twirling the wire around the handle of hairdryer, making sure that there are no twists––he’s learned that she hates when things aren’t properly put back in order. With her concentration in full effect, he quietly tiptoes behind her. His hands dwell over her sides before he’s digging his fingers into her hips. She lets out a yelp and nearly jumps out of her own skin.

“Oh my god!” she swats his arm then clutches her heart. “Don’t do that, you know I’m not good with surprises.” His chest rumbles as he tries to hold in a laugh, his closed-mouth smile threatening to expose his teeth. His hands find her the curves of her waist and he gently pulls her closer.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but there’s not a single shred of remorse etched into his words. He tilts his down, their noses bumping as his lips ghost above hers. “Forgive me?”

***

11 April 2018, London, England

“What’s going on with you and Harry?” Clare inquires while they help themselves to food from the buffet. “You two seemed awfully cozy last night,” she winks, and Y/n feigns innocence as she shrugs. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she responds airily. Clare smirks at her and plays along with the charade.

“So those noises that Mitch heard when he came by to drop something off at his room were just cats fighting?” Y/n misses her bowl, the oatmeal falling on the table with a big splat. An already distressed looking waiter that passes them lets out a defeated sigh and turns back to grab a towel. Y/n calls out an apology, but he’s already disappeared into the kitchen. 

***

She’s setting up her station when she hears the door shut behind her visitor’s footsteps. There’s no need to turn around because almost immediately she’s being pressed up against the vanity, a prominent bulge poking into her back. “Where’d you run off to this morning?” he whispers in her ear, his hands roaming down her front.

Her head falls back to lean onto his shoulder and enjoys the feeling of his kisses along her neck. “Went to get breakfast with Clare,” she purrs, biting her lip when his hands slide up her shirt and cup her breasts through her bra.

“I missed you,” and he gently squeezes them, massaging them in rounded motions. Not only did Harry wake up alone in bed, but he woke up with the most painful morning stiffy that he had been forced to take care of himself. He was only relieved for a few hours before the thoughts of past few nights resurfaced in his memory, and it was almost as though he could feel her body writhing beneath him. Those images had been enough to bring life back to his lower half. 

He pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it over the chair behind him. Her hand reaches behind to slip past the waistband of his joggers, he moans against her hair as she strokes him, her head craning to reach for his mouth. “I’ll make it up to you.”

And just like that, he’s pulling down her jeans and bending her over the vanity. She looks up and sees his eyes are a darker, more dangerous shade of green. “Want you watch how I fuck your pussy,” he husks against her temple, and suddenly she’s gasping as he slowly enters her from behind. His eyes roll to the back of his head as she envelops him completely. “Fucking tight,” he mutters under his breath. 

Her eyes drift shut for only a moment, but he’s pulling strands of her hair to have her look at their reflections. “Gotta stay focused, love. Keep them focused on me.” She watches as the glistening of sweat begins to form beads at the top of his forehead. Her eyes trail down to where she can see how his thick length gleams with her wetness every time he pulls out. 

She braces herself against the edges of the table as he rocks her back and forth with even thrusts. “Tell me how much you like it,” his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. “Tell me how much you love having me so deep in your cunt.” The veins on the sides of his head become more prominent as he tries his best not to bust his load right then and there. She’s so warm and tight, it’s driving him absolutely wild how he feels himself hitting the very end of her. He moans as his balls slap against her ass each time he drives into her delicious heat.  

“I fucking love it,” she pants out as he starts picking up speed. “I love it so much, daddy,” she cries, and reaches back to pull at his hair, turning his head to meld their lips together. The rising production of heat and humidity in the room slowly begins to fog up the mirror until all that’s visible is a hazy outline of their intertwined bodies. 

His hands move back to her breasts, twisting her nipples as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along her neck. He sucks just below her jaw, bring the erotic purple shade to the surface to let people know who she now belongs to. In the few short weeks that he’s known her, already does he feel himself being tangled around her little finger. 

The sensation of him being so deep inside her, hitting all the right places and has her on the verge of an explosion. Her arms spread over the table, knocking down some of the stuff she’d previously laid out for tonight. With the little energy she has left, she reaches to wipe away the fog in big circles. She’s met with his darkened eyes once again. 

“Gonna give it to me?” he breathes out. “You gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?” She nods eagerly against him, her hair tickling the edge of his chin as her back arches to meet his thrusts in search for that last bit of needed friction.  

“Right there, please, daddy, don’t stop!” she screams, her voice rising as she feels herself on the brink of a climax. A string of curses leaves her mouth as she sees a flash of white flood her vision and take over all of her senses. Her body goes limp in his arms, as he continues to drive into her with a tantalizing force.

Once she’s gathered enough strength after coming down from her high, she lets him slip out of her and gets on her knees. She takes his cock in her hand and covers her lips over the tip, her cheeks hallowing as she sucks down until it’s hitting the back of her throat. His head falls back, as he fucks into her face. “Yeah, baby, suck my cuck. Take my treat,” he moans, his eyes shutting tightly as he his seed shoots deep into her mouth.

He pulls out of her, and bends down to pry her lips apart. His thick sticky release sits in a pool on her tongue. “Swallow,” he orders. She closes her mouth and he sees the bob of her throat, and he imagines what his cum looks like as it fills her tummy. 

***

12 April 2018, London, England

“I love this hair on you,” Y/n says as she tussles the curls atop his head. She doesn’t particularly love it when it’s too messy. No, she prefers it to be the perfect balance, nice and maintained in the back, while the front gracefully bounces whenever he goes wild. “Love this suit, as well,” she leans in to whisper in his ear. Harry smirks at her and leans up to give her a quick peck on the lips. “Alright, now we’ve got to fix the nails. Have you never heard of a base and top coat before?”