#also feat. lots of underwear talk

[blorger]

"Why are you asking about it?" Ron asks. "Er, it's kind of weird, talking about my family's pants like this."  "Oh, well, um," Harry's cheeks reignite, "I've only recently heard about, er, traditional pants, is all."  "Then what've you been wearing? Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle tighty whities? Well, don't tell anyone I told you this, but Percy still has plain ol' boxers that he wears—I saw them in his dresser! Just plain blue ones, with no ripples or netting or design at all! Like he's a kid or something!"  Ron starts to laugh, but cuts off when Harry doesn't join in. "Did you hear me?"  Harry pretends to look in the distance. His pants, after all, were plain ol' boxer briefs. Mostly monochromatic, but a few that were plaid or striped—probably not the design Ron meant. He scuffs his foot on the ground again and suggests, "Er, maybe he has them for a reason?"  Ron makes a wildly disbelieving face. "Like what?" He scrunches his nose. "Merlin, I'd die if someone caught me in those. Can you imagine? What if the dark wizard you're chasing hexes your trousers off in front of everyone when you're wearing those? Or, Merlin," he shudders, "What if you were in the middle of, you know, and she found out you had kid's underwear on? That'd ruin the whole mood!"  At that possibility, Ron looks amazed and horrified at the same time. Harry's face probably has a similar expression but his is more due to him not wanting to think of Ron and Hermione you-know-ing.  "Maybe he's just keeping them because he doesn't like throwing things away," Harry mumbles.  "Ugh, probably. He's always badgering me about tossing old clothes. I bet he plans to make his son wear them!" Ron guffaws. Harry awkwardly laughs along with him but is relieved when he finally trails off into chuckles. He wipes his eyes as he composes himself, and then shivers again.  "C'mon," he says, waving an arm for Harry to follow him, "I'm freezing. And hungry. I want some more of that cake."  "Yeah, me too," Harry agrees, but his thoughts are on anything but food.  After all, it's not every day that one learns he's the only adult in wizarding Britain not wearing knickers. 

from Domestic by frostywonder

[deonsx]

When You Ask Them To Be Tougher

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor

Content: Nfsw

Dazai Osamu

Finally, both of you were tired and you were at home, but as if Dazai had enough energy, he climbed on top of you while you were lying on his bed. "Hmm..Bella.." He took your hands and spoke, "Pft I see you still have enough energy" He giggled at what you said and gave you a lot of kisses in the world. You knew what he wanted, of course you wanted it too, but he was always so gentle with you...like a glass that would break more than it should, but you always wanted him to treat you harder, but you never expressed it

You stopped him with your hand as he was already taking your underwear down from your leg. "Osamu..I need to say something.." the brunette, who looked confused, looked at you in surprise and the room fell into a long silence. "And? What is this? Is it something worth ruining the current atmosphere? " you couldn't speak "So you know..You're so kind to me..I'm so happy about it! I'm not saying I'm unhappy..just a little more.." dazai frowned "A little more?" You finally let out a deep breath, "I want you to be harder on me during sex”

Dazai's face didn't change, he looked serious. "Osamu?" You asked trying to break away from the silence. "Yes, my love, I understand." Dazai narrowed his eyes looking at you in a very obedient tone. You smiled at this and pulled him into a hot kiss. His hands went to your legs and he quickly untied the bra, which was the last remaining underwear on you, and threw it aside, leaving scars on your neck that will remain tomorrow. His fingers danced on your chest, while he was playing with one, he was sucking the other with bites with his mouth, then he slowly spread your legs

"Wow..a wet pussy already? Is this because of your request today?" He slowly leaned down to your ear and bit your ear. You felt his breath everywhere. "You are very naughty, aren't you? You are a naughty woman." You shivered as the cold air touched your pussy while he spread your legs with both hands. Dazai unzipped his zipper and you saw that he was already hard. This made your face blush. He slowly adjusted it towards you and gently put his head inside. It was the same as usual, but what was unexpected was that he suddenly pushed in. "Fuck, Osamu!" Your back arched quickly and you threw your head back screaming, "Nothing's Even Started Yet, 'Donna, Let Me Take This Chance You've Given Me”

Chuuya Nakahara

A shining red satin dress and blood-coloured wine on a beautiful dinner table. Everything that adorns this table is together, but for whom? Chuuya Nakahara Your boyfriend PM Leader finds less time for you just with this excuse, so you are angry with him, but is this the real reason for your anger? Not really... You always loved your night life... I also loved your fantasies in your sexual relationships, but it seemed like everything was too monotonous, everything was so simple and calm, you always wanted more from him, you had dreams, you dreamed dreams, but you never had the chance to tell him this

Tonight was a golden tray presented to you to give you that chance, you were going to do your best to seduce him, a thin red dress, black ankle high heels, a silver jewelery necklace, blow-dried hair, simple make-up and spicy perfume, everything was what suits you best, the doorbell rang and The sound of your heels echoed every time you walked on the parquet floors, each step became more exciting to see your lover's face. "Welcome, my love" You said to him in a flirty tone

his tired self seemed to recover quickly he chuckled "you look attractive darling...but all this preparation? are we waiting for someone?" you made a frown on your face "Not really...a special night" chuuya frowned "special?? I forgot an important day? that's impossible.." you giggled at his daze and shook your head no "It's a special night just to talk to you" He turned towards you while looking aside his jacket and hat. "hmm? What do you want to say?" You tried to look away in embarrassment but you had already made up your mind

"My love...I...I think our relationship, that is, our night life, has become a little simpler.." This sentence made Chuuya frown, "Do you mean it's become boring?" You tried to put it together quickly, "no no! Don't think like that...I'm just very towards me...I think you're being delicate" Chuuya caressed your hair and chuckled lightly. You didn't understand this and made an angry face. "What..what's so funny??" Your lover didn't speak and took you in his arms with an unexpected move. "H-hey!" you thought he was taking you to your bedroom but he placed you at the table with the wine "What are you doing??" Your boyfriend remained silent and slowly undressed you by placing kisses and bites on your neck. He slowly took the wine glass and dripped it from your neck to your breasts. "If You're So Shy, Then Let Me Handle İt, You Won't Be Able To Walk Tomorrow”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

Your relationship with your lover had been going on for a year, of course you had a night life, but... he didn't spare enough time for you, but even if he did, he acted very lightly. You knew him, he wasn't that type of person, but then why was he treating you like that? Your nights came to your mind... "My love, I need you... " your fingers crossed his chin as you spoke to him in a flirty tone "Hmm? You need me so much right now darling" whenever you asked him and he agreed it was only licks oral or fingering

You were tired of begging him, of course you didn't tell him openly, but you knew he wasn't stupid either, so why was he hesitant to touch you? Have you ever had real sex in your one-year relationship? suspicious...of course you didn't suspect him, you knew he wasn't cheating then why? Finally you were going to discuss this issue with him. You were really tired of complaining. You tied your hair up in a messy bun and wore a light black dress. Fyodor always came home on time, this was like his routine. Finally, at exactly 20.00 the door rang and finally

You saw your lover with beautiful long purple hair, she had tied her hair into a ponytail, her beautiful purple eyes gave you a quick sharp look "I didn't know you were waiting for me so eagerly" she let out a small breath and quickly walked in she doesn't seem to care much "Fyodor...please I want to talk to you you have to listen ?" Fyodor took off his jacket and put it on the coffee table, rolling his eyes and leaning into the comfortable chair. "What is the reason for this relentless conversation, darling? You seem nervous these days." His eyes followed you until you sat next to him. "Or is some bastard bothering you? Just tell me, I will get rid of him in the most painful way." " you placed your hands on his hand "no no! this is about you..I-I mean us"

You felt so nervous 'what if I break his trust?' you thought, "How long has it been since I last had a truly passionate night with you?...I mean..you love me but you act so gentle and untouchable towards me" Dostoyevsky raised his eyebrows in surprise and tilted his head slightly to the side. This was the first time you saw him make that face. It could have been "I.. I heard you liked such things a long time ago.." your eyes widened old memories came to your mind when you were talking to your friend and she asked you what kind of men you like and you said "Let him treat me like his goddess~~fufufu" the things you said teasingly are now got into trouble

“Oh..those were just things I said casually..” fyodor gently held your chin with his hand “just like that?” You slowly lowered your head and leaned towards his hand, Fyodor's tired eyes closed slightly and he giggled. His harmonious giggle embarrassed you and made you blush. His hands wandered over your black dress. "I understand, dear.. It's all just nonsense." He left bites on your neck and made you blush. He pulled you onto his lap and while you was waiting for him to gently take off the dress you was wearing, he caused you to tear it from your chest. "Ah..!" It caused an unexpected gasp as you took off your underwear and threw them to a corner of the room “So You've Been Lusting After Me For A Long Time, Darling...Today I'll Make Sure You Take İt All İn”

Enjoy!

[newkatzkafe2023]

Here is an interesting ask. How are the Sun Wukongs during their heats or mating season? Are they more desperate? Assertive? Do they make moves or gestures on our beloved fellow reader? And do you also believe that each Sun Wukong has their own kink that they are into? >;3

He's gonna make you forget about going back to being single😉🤷‍♀️

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh, my boi usually had lots of self-control at this time, but ever since he got with you, it's now a huge struggle. Look at you sitting there looking all cute and innocent in your peach color sundresses. Then you have the nerve to cutely check on him like a good wifey should, and the final straw was when you lade on a flat surface looking all relaxed and sleepy. He couldn't handle it, so he started by taking off his shirt as he gently talked to you and rubbed your back, then he'll remove his pants showing his bulge and muscles. He'll distract you with a make out session as he strips you as well, whispering promises and compliments into your cute little ears. He'll go for the next and rocks your world of romance and Desperation. I totally see his kink being corruption and desperation as he slowly takes your innocence🤤

(HIB Wukong) He wants to knock you up and leave you with a whole army of cubs. Allow me to explain that you were always the gentle motherly type with Silly Girl and Luier as you care for both of them. He would find it so hot that you would turn vicious whenever anyone in your precious little families were in danger, and he loved that. It makes him wanna throw you on your back and thrust into you like It might be the lasting he does. The downside is he doesn't wanna force you into anything, especially when he can hardly think straight during mating season. So you know what, he usually spends this time alone, fortunately and unfortunately for him, you were always able to read him like an open book and you appreciate how considerate he's trying to be but you were hot and ready. So all you had to do was get on your knees and wiggle your birthing hips at him and he'll be on you like white on rice. The Breeding kink is his go to as he spends his free time looking at your thighs 😏

(MKR Wukong) HIS TERRITORIAL INSTINCTS WOULD MAKE THIS MATING SEASON SEXY AND SCARY!!!!! He doesn't want anyone looking at you, smelling you, or even breathing around you. You know why because you belong to him, that's right his heat makes his already extremely possessive ass, unreasonably possessive. You could just be laying there, and he would come and growl, snarl, and hiss at anyone he considered a rival of your attention and affection. Then things get really heated when he displays his ridiculous strength and feats, as he goes out of his way to impress you so much you'll have to open your legs for him. Not to mention, he'll totally mark you and dominate you as he rocks your world and reenact the big bang with you. His kink absolutely is Dominance and play fighting because he and you love to play rough and end it with a tender kiss.

(NR Wukong) MY GOD, his heat makes him so much of a depraved perverted yandere. It gives you the Urge the call the police😬. He'll have hearts in his eyes as he pants, shakes, and sweats as he peeks at you from through your bathroom or bedroom window. He has no shame, no self control, and apparently no dignity at the moment as he would sometimes break into your space and grind on you as he like his life depends on it as he purrs and makes filthy promises and oaths in your ears. Seriously, you can feel his surprise commander is on your other pairs of lips, and if he not he's gonna pop right their in his pants as he makes you gush and squirt through your underwear It's official that his all kinks are gonna involve chains, whips, heavy leather, and a ball gag.

(Netflix Wukong) Out of Alll the monkey kings I feel he'll hate both mating season and his heat the most. Like seriously It makes him the equivalent to a teenage boy starting to go through puberty, His boners are both frequent and come at the worst time. It especially got worse when you came around, you displaying all your goods and treasures that make him drool all over his armor. This whole thing is Unbearable, embarrassing and he hates when it happens, so he never tells you about it but it's so hard to control himself when your right there. Ready for him to take you and make you forget about whatever problems you have, and oh god he would last as he jumps your bones In a desperate attempt to please you and himself. His kink my be Stereotypical or too obvious but I can see him having a mommy kink, as he chirps like a baby monkey, as he thrust into you and begs for your love, affection and potential Milk for him to suck on as he calls you mommy.🥵

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🥵😉🤤😈😳😘

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi Petri <3, I have a request for a Minho x fem!reader where they're still in the glade. It's the middle of the night and everyone's sleeping, Minho and reader are together on his tent (because here they're already dating), she hears a little cry so she goes outside to see what's happening and find Chuck sitting on the ground and crying next to a tree, he's sad cause he thinks he's not good at anything and is just bothering and annoying everyone around, so she talks to him and explains that he's new and its normal to not know what to do or how to help properly, she tells a story about when she wanted to be a runner just to impress someone and prove her worth, even though she was really bad at it, and how she discovered that actually she was really good at something else, gardening. They have one beautiful conversation and hug it out, after that she put him back to sleep and goes back to the tent, just to be surprised by Minho who was awake and heard the whole conversation and begins to tease her about the little crush she had on him, the ending can have a bit of spice if your comfortable with that.

That was it, love you :)

This is an adorable idea and I have been itching to get around to it.

Your ideas are always so good, man. I'm always honoured to write your work.

EXPOSURE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas, but not by much. Established relationship.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, Chuck being sad, you getting bullied by your boyfriend.

You've been dating Minho for a while now.

And you couldn't be happier.

You love him. He's your favourite person in the Glade by far, for multiple reasons. Being the only girl is no easy feat, but Minho was always respectful and any flirting was always jovial and friendly.

Unlike some other people.

He always defended you and was sure you were always comfortable, and if he came back from his job and found out someone had upset you - well, good luck to them.

In your eyes, Minho is the perfect man, even if he is a bit too cocky.

And is never fucking there.

The most contentious point in your relationship is definitely Minho's line of work. He's always busy out in the Maze, and whilst a lot of the other Runners work on a cycle so they're not bleeding themselves dry - Minho doesn't get that luxury. Day in, day out, Minho goes out into that Maze. He's Keeper, so he has to.

Which sucks for you because that means the only time you get to see your boyfriend is in the evenings. When he's exhausted. Well, Minho is a stronger man than you, for sure. You doubt you'd have any stamina if you had to do what he does every day. And he still manages to come back to the Glade and not pass out.

So, that's something, at least.

Though, this means the most time you spend with him is at night.

No - not like that.

At least not most of the time.

The man is tired, okay?

The Builders made you a hut the first week you arrived by Alby's orders. Mainly for privacy reasons, but also Gally thought it might get him on your good side.

Gally wasn't very happy when Minho started sleeping in your hut.

So, whilst Minho sleeps through the night, you often spend some time watching him.

Sometimes, it scares you how much you care about him. Especially since he risks his life literally every day.

Every night, you admire him and appreciate that he's still here and that he's asleep; safe and sound - next to you.

Your fingers trace the scars littering his bare back as he faces away from you, the blanket loosely covering his lower half. You and Minho are comfortable enough around each other that you normally just sleep in your underwear.

His soft breaths reminding you how lucky you are to have him, you lay on your back.

You should probably get some sleep, too. Zart will have you doing heavy lifting in the morning, no doubt.

You sigh. Going to grab the blanket, you freeze when you hear what sounds like someone sobbing, and then trying to stop themself. You sit up straight, listening for the sound again.

And after a couple of seconds, it returns.

You swing your legs over the side of your creaky, makeshift bed, grabbing Minho's trademark blue button-up and slipping it on.

Being careful not to wake your boyfriend, you open the door and peer out. It's hard to make out since the Glade is quiet and dim at this hour.

But, with your hut being pretty close to the Deadheads, it doesn't take you long to spot Chuck, sitting in front of a tree. His knees are pulled up to his chest and his face buried in his knees.

Chuck is the latest Greenie - and the youngest Glader here. He's about twelve, definitely no older than thirteen.

You walk the couple of yards away from your hut to the crying boy.

"Chuck?" You ask after a second, standing in front of him. "Are you okay?"

He sniffs, not even bothering to look up from his self-cradling. "Go away."

You sigh.

Looking back at your hut, you almost want to go back and cherish your precious time with your boyfriend. But you can't leave Chuck crying here - you promised you'd look after him when he first got here.

You take a seat in front of him, crossing your legs and adjusting Minho's shirt to make sure it keeps you decent.

"Chuck," you say, your voice low and reassuring, "what's going on? It's me; you know you can talk to me."

He peaks up at you, thinking for a second before shaking his head and returning to his hiding.

"Chuck-" you huff, "I'm not leaving you here."

"I'm not gonna tell you."

"Guess I'm staying here all night then, hm?"

Chuck glares at you, his eyes appearing above his knees, and you grin at him. He rolls his eyes, but moves his legs so he's sitting how you are. Legs crossed, sitting opposite each other, you raise your eyebrows, promoting him to speak.

"It's just... ugh, it's dumb," he rubs his face with his hands, trying to hide any remaining tears.

"I'm sure it's not - if it's upsetting you this much, then that means it's important to you. Come on, what's wrong?"

He hesitates. "I'm just... I'm just sick of being useless."

You furrow your brows. Chuck's been here for two weeks; he can't be sick of anything yet.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm- I'm just bad at everything. And no one likes me. I just piss everyone off and get in the way and everything thinks I'm useless - and what's the point? Why is everyone else so good at it all and I... suck."

"Hey," you shuffle forward, reaching for his hand. "You're not useless at all, Chuck." You rub his hand, offering some comfort. "You're just new, dude. Everyone feels useless and annoying when they're new because you don't know anything yet. We were all the same - we've all gone through the same klunk."

"Yeah, right," he scoffs, clearly not believing you.

You think for a second, recalling your own first couple of months here and smiling to yourself. You let go of Chuck and let your hand fall into your lap.

"It's the truth."

"Uh huh."

"You don't believe me?"

He shakes his head.

"Alright, you wanna hear a story? Something I've never told anyone?" This gets his attention. You smirk. "It's embarrassing."

"Yeah, okay." He crosses his arms. "This better be good."

"Well, did Newt ever tell you that I wanted to be a Runner?"

Chuck tilts his head, his mood already lifting. "No? You wanted to be a Runner?"

"Mhm," you nod, chuckling to yourself. "My first few weeks here, I didn't really know what to do with myself. I tried everything and nothing really fit - and then I suddenly decided I wanted to be a Runner."

"So? What's embarrassing about that?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you've noticed Chuckie-boy; but I am no Runner."

"So, what happened?"

"Well, I uh," you scratch the back of your neck, "I actually wanted to become a Runner because I... well, because I had a crush."

Chuck blinks, and you look away, sheepishly. You've never actually told anyone how long you've had a thing for Minho - but it started way before you started dating, and probably way before he had a thing for you.

"Shuck off," Chuck snorts, "you wanted to be a Runner 'cause you wanted to screw Minho?"

"Ew - don't say it like that!" You warn him, but he simply raises his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look. "Well, yeah - but that's not the point."

You clear your throat before continuing. "Anyway, I didn't really have any other motivation to do a job. So, being a Runner seemed like a good bet. I convinced Alby to get Minho to trail me - and I was shit." You snort, mainly out of embarrassment. "All I did was embarrass myself in front of the hottest guy I'd ever seen. I'm not fast, and I have a klunky memory and no sense of direction. So, I made a complete fool of myself."

"How is this meant to make me feel better?"

"I'm getting there," you snap. "After that, Newt got me a second trail in the Gardens - and because I wasn't so hell bent on being a Runner anymore and accepted that was dumb, I actually tried and ended up being good at it. And now I'm a Track-hoe - and it's great."

"So, you've got a decent job? Congrats." The boy flops backwards, sarcasm lacing his voice.

"Jesus- Chuck," you try to level with him. "It all takes time. It took me months to even trial as a Runner; never mind, shuck it up. You can't expect to be brilliant straight away. It takes a lot of effort and patience, and you've only been here two weeks. And sometimes things don't go how you expect them to, but that's fine. You'll be fine. You're gonna find your place and settle in - you just have to be patient." You pause. "And shuck what everyone else has to say; I know you're capable, and so do you. That's all that matters."

He smiles at you, nodding. "Yeah, okay, you're probably right. I'll be fine."

"Yeah, you will," you shift so you're on your knees, "now, gimme a hug and shuck off to bed, Chuckles."

Chuck sniffs, but grins at you, leaning forward and hugging you. He buries his face in your neck. "You're okay, yeah?" You ask as you rub his back and he nods.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he pulls away, "thanks, (Y/N)."

"Don't worry about it, kid, now - scram. Bed time." You stand up, offering a hand to him and yanking him to his feet before playfully pushing him away.

He laughs when you push him again. "Okay, okay, I'm shuckin' goin'."

You stand there for a moment, watching Chuck vanish off into the Glade and to his hammock. Shaking your head, you scoff, turning around and returning to your hut.

Though, when you open the door, you did not expect to find Minho sitting up straight. His legs hang over the bed, the blankets bundled around his crotch, a grin plastered across his face.

You freeze.

He's meant to be asleep.

"You should wear my shirt more often," he hums, "it suits you."

"Shut up, shank," you roll your eyes, shutting the door behind you.

"Hey, that's no way to talk to your long-term crush, is it?" You pause again.

Oh God.

He's never going to let you live this down.

"You're eavesdropping on my conversations now?" You cross your arms defensively, trying to ignore the heat coming to your face.

"Kinda hard not to when you talk so loud. Ain't my fault the walls are thin," he leans forward, tilting his head slightly and a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Dammit.

He's hard to resist.

"So, how long were you crushing on me for, exactly? 'Cause I don't think we've had that conversation." He's enjoying this new power. You are not.

You sigh, walking towards him and standing in front of him. You touch his hands, which he gladly reciprocates. You look at the floor and his looks at you.

"You're cute when you're flustered."

"Shut up, Minho," you hiss, making him let out a chuckle.

"You became a Runner because you wanted my attention?"

You look at him, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. "Yeah," you say reluctantly.

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much did you want my attention?"

"Minho, seriously-?"

"And for how long?"

You throw your head back, groaning. "Minho-"

"No, no," he cuts you off, "I wanna hear it."

You hate it when he's like this. Well, no, you don't - but you do. He knows exactly how to get you to talk and how to turn you into putty at his touch.

You huff, dropping your head again. "I... I always wanted your attention." You murmur, the words being barely audible.

"What was that?"

"I always wanted your attention," your eyes meet his as you raise your voice. "From the first time I saw you jogging back into the Glade, gross and sweaty." You fiddle with his fingers, avoiding his gaze once again. "I was never attracted to anyone else." You press your lips together. "I was immediately attracted to you - there."

Your face burns, and your hands are sweaty. It's not like you can't tell Minho everything - it's just that this is going to be a teasing point for the rest of your life, and Minho doesn't need the ego boost.

"Is that so?" His voice is heavy and silky as his hands come to your waist. He slips them under your (his) shirt, resting them on the skin just above your underwear. He draws small circles into your hips.

You look at him, already getting drunk off of his touch. "You gonna show me how much you want me, then?" He mutters, leaning up.

Caving in, you press your lips against his, allowing him to guide you with his hands. He frees one hand and tosses the blankets to the side, leading you to sit on his lap. Your hands come to the back of his neck, brushing against his hair and deepening the kiss.

The thin amount of fabric between your bodies and the energy in the room is enough to get friction going. You hum into his mouth, grinding against him as you feel him harden against you.

Your hands go to the bottom of the shirt, about to lift it over your head when Minho stops you.

You pull away, puzzled and he grins. "Keep it on, it suits you, remember?"

You roll your eyes, kissing him again, your hands coming down his back, digging your nails in as you roll your hips.

"Shit," he mumbles pulling away for a moment, panting into your mouth. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently. "I shucking love you, you know that?"

"I love you, too." You look at him for a second before shoving him back.

"Shuck!" He exclaims just before you kiss him again, you lips trailing down his jaw and littering his neck. You leave deep purple marks on his chest, making the boy hiss and pull on your hair.

You keep going further down, peppering his abs with your affection as Minho's eyes roll back into his head.

"Shit," he repeats, his forearm coming to cover his eyes as his brain completely short-circuits. "What are you doing to me?"

His skin is flushed, his chest rises and falls, his hair is a mess, and you don't have to see his face to know his pupils are blown wide.

Sure, Minho holds a lot of power over you, but it goes both ways. You're the only person that gets to see him like this; dishevelled, whimpering, needy - weak.

You fiddle with the waistband of his boxers, feeling his grip tighten.

You look up at him, admiring him once again before you speak.

"I'm showing you how much I want you."

Whoop whoop, another Minho piece done.

The Glade pieces are so fun to write, and it's not very often I get to involve Chuck, so this was a nice change.

I hope you enjoyed :))

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders #332: Dobrynya Nikitich

today on grailfinders we’re saying good riddance to Tunguska and the year 2023, but not before getting one last build in! our final build in 2023 is none other than Dobrynya Nikitich, the legendary bogatyr dragon slayer. and dragon rider, it turns out. maybe even just dragon? tbh I stopped reading this event after the story chapter that was almost literally just every character gathering around to say the sentence “Koyanskaya is not Daji” over and over. I might not have a great handle on what Nikitich is, but I’ve got what she can do down pat, so let’s get into the build!

Dobrynya’s a Drakewarden Ranger to have a permanent dragon partner to ride, as well as a Champion Fighter for a meatier axe, and a Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer to grab her armor phantasm, as well as her later ascensions. I mean she’s definitely got a lot of draconic blood, it’s just all wrapped up in a pervert horse. oh god I just realized he's staring at her underwear in the FA art what the hell

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: wait a minute, didn’t we just shoot you into space?

Ancestry & Background

our first question of the day is, “what the hell is Nikitich?” our second question of the day is “do we really want to waste time waffling on what she is when Custom Lineage exists?”

answering no to the latter gives her +2 Charisma as well as Darkvision and the Strike of the Giants feat to fight for better working rights for meteored animals. or it gives you a frost strike you can do once a turn proficiency times a day to deal an extra d6 of cold damage and force a constitution save on whatever you hit, reducing their movement speed to 0 for a turn if they fail. I know the ice axe doesn’t show up until third ascension, but I think a treat is warranted here.

Dobrynya talks a big game about how tenuous her connection to humanity is, so she’s an Outlander now for proficiency in Athletics and Survival. Folk Hero would also fit here, but a dragon is not a beast in D&D, so that animal handling proficiency would be completely wasted.

Ability Scores

I’m not going to lie, this build needs a lot of stuff, so we’re just going to point buy things this time around. even then, it’s pretty hard to get everything where it needs to be. Strength, Dexterity, and Wisdom will be set at 14, the former two to be good with an axe while wearing a bikini, and the last one so we can multiclass, and to make your dragons’ breath a little hotter. Constitution is at 13 so we don’t die. meanwhile, Charisma is all the way down at 9. we’ll need to invest a little for multiclassing later, but she’s not the life of the party. that means we’re dumping Intelligence at 8. not much worse than charisma, but she does leave all the thinking to others most of the time.

Class Levels

1. Ranger 1: starting off as a ranger nets you proficiency in Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as Animal Handling, Nature, and Perception. I know your dragon isn’t a beast, but there’s Fou who… is probably an aberration. well, at least there’s Taigong Wang’s tapir, which… also isn’t a real animal… but there’s the sheep thing! yeah, I don’t think that counts either. so much for an animal sanctuary, huh?

for further bafflement, we’re actually going with mostly OG ranger features this time around. but if you’re going to be a dragonslayer, it probably helps to have Dragon as a Favored Enemy for advantage on checks to track and find out about them. thankfully, most dragons are pretty easy to track on account of their size and their tendency to hang out in the sky. that being said, you need to slay/mount a white dragon before this is all done, so getting used to the Arctic is a must. thankfully, you’re a Natural Explorer up there, so it’s pretty hard for your traveling group to get lost or slowed down. you can also track creatures a lot better!

2. Ranger 2: second level rangers get a Fighting Style, and the Dueling style will even out the damage differences between two-handing and one-handing your battleaxe. you really need to lean over your dragon if you want to hit anything, so a free hand to grab onto something helps out a ton.

you also learn some Spells this level- Hunter’s Mark lets you deal extra damage with every attack against a target for up to an hour, and you can swap it to another as a bonus action if the first gets ko’d. it also gives you another bonus to tracking the target down! it’s hard to get species-specific bonuses in D&D, but if you only use this spell against dragons it’s kind of the same thing, right?

also, you get Jump, to jump. getting onto the back of a dragon after every time you attack is rough without something to boost you up.

3. Ranger 3: at third level you gain a Primal Awareness of the world around you, giving you some extra spells as you level up. I’ve said it before that I’m pretty sure your dragon isn’t a beast, but it’s better safe than sorry, so you get Speak with Animals for free. you can also cast Longstrider now to dash as a bonus action. when your main way to attack is hitting things with a big piece of metal, some extra movement can be very helpful.

you also become a Drakewarden this level, which gives you a Draconic Gift- it’s Thaumaturgy and a language. thankfully, you also get a much cooler draconic gift- your Drake Companion. you can summon a small dragon as an action whose appearance and breath type you decide on. it moves after your turn, but it can’t do anything but dodge unless you spend your bonus action commanding it. you can summon your drake once a day for free, or re-summon it by spending a spell slot. since you can decide on your drake’s appearance and breath weapon separately, you aren’t shackled to ice-type attacks this entire run, thank goodness. tbh I don’t think we ever see Nikitich’s ride use its breath attack. it could be anything! it could even be ice! though we don’t get any breath attacks until level 11- right now, this just gives it a damage immunity, and it can use its reaction to add its element to a nearby creature’s regular weapon for one attack, dealing an extra d6 of damage.

4. Ranger 4: use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma to multiclassing levels. I wish we could keep this lower to match her… her, but we’ll make do.

5. Ranger 5: fifth level rangers get an Extra Attack each action, as well as second level spells! you get Beast Sense for free, but we’re more here for Magic Weapon. it’s not quite the glowy blue axe you get at third ascension yet, but this should help cut through dragons a bit easier.

6. Fighter 1: bouncing over to fighter gets you another Fighting Style, like Great Weapon Fighting. now if you hold your axe with both hands, you can re-roll 1s and 2s on your damage dice. with your dragon, giant strikes, and hunter’s marks, you can add a lot of dice to your axe.

you also get a Second Wind once per short rest, healing up as a bonus action. in most builds this is basically free healing, but even with the draconic wrinkle it’s still a nice addition.

7. Fighter 2: second level fighters can Action Surge once a short rest, adding an extra action to your turn

 this doesn’t give you more bonus actions, but it’ll be super useful later.

8. Fighter 3: third level fighters get their subclass, and as a Champion you get an Improved Critical, allowing you to crit twice as often. again, you can add a lot of dice to specific attacks, so adding them all to a crit just makes it even sweeter.

9. Ranger 6: now that we’re a couple levels in, let’s start talking about how we’ll take down Koyanskaya. if we’re going into Tunguska, we need to get prepared- that’s why this level you get another Favored Enemy in beasts and another Natural Explorer biome- forests. that should help with most of what you’ll be facing in there. probably.

10. Ranger 7: at seventh level you forge a Bond of Fang and Scale with your dragon, granting it a flying speed, and letting it grow large enough to ride on- though you can’t do both at once. it also starts adding elemental damage to its own attacks, and giving you resistance to the chosen damage type.

also, you can cast Lesser Restoration now. it’s not quite debuff immunity, but curing a debuff right after you get it is pretty close, right?

11. Ranger 8: for our next ASI, pick up the Fury of the Frost Giant feat for +1 Constitution, permanent resistance to cold damage, and when you get hit by an attack you can blast them back with ice, forcing them to make a constitution save to avoid cold damage and being frozen in place. you can do this proficiency times a day.

your Land’s Stride exists now too, so you can pass through any nonmagical terrain without worrying about being slowed down or hurt by plants.

12. Sorcerer 1: it’s been long enough, let’s ascend. as a Draconic sorcerer you get Draconic Resilience, giving you an extra 1 HP per sorcerer level (so. 1 for the build) and a permanent mage armor effect as long as you’re not wearing real armor, making your AC 13 + your dexterity modifier. it’s not super strong with your dexterity, but if you’re going to stand in front of 999 turrets this should help some miss.

you also learn some charisma-based spells! light and message are just kind of here because… why not. a lot of stuff in FGO glows for no reason, and if you’re on the Chaldea team they’re going to give you a communicator at some point. Blade Ward is another layer to your armor, giving you resistance to physical damage, and Sword Burst is spinning around in a circle. it’s a neat trick!

you also get a breath weapon a little early by casting Burning Hands. as a level one spell it’s pretty weak, but it can always be upcast.

13. Ranger 9: ninth level rangers don’t get a lot, but third level spells are nice! now you can Speak with Plants (boring) or turn that axe into an Elemental Weapon! this gives your weapon a +1 to hit, and deals 1d4 damage of an elemental type on hit. it’s not as good as hunter’s mark, but it does work on any weapon, not just your own attacks. also, flaming axes are cool.

14. Ranger 10: tenth level rangers get a third Natural Explorer biome like, for example, Mountains. sadly, “blasted hellcape” and “corporate office” aren’t biomes you can pick from- partially because they’re synonyms. that being said, if you’re stuck in the death zone you can use Nature’s Veil to hide yourself as a bonus action, becoming invisible for a round up to proficiency times a day.

15. Ranger 11: eleventh level rangers get their guts thanks to casting revivify, and your Drake’s Breath finally kicks in- as an action, you or your drake can breathe elemental damage in a cone, forcing everyone inside to take elemental damage if they fail their dexterity save. you can use this once a day for free, and you can gain extra uses by spending spell slots.

16. Ranger 12: now that we have multiclassing and feat stuff done, we can finally get a handle on your Strength for more accurate and damaging attacks.

17. Ranger 13: thirteenth level rangers get fourth level spells, letting you get in touch with your wild side and become a Guardian of Nature. there’s two ways to use this spell, but we’re here entirely for the first, turning you into a cat monster… turning you into more of a cat monster, increasing your walking speed and darkvision distance, and giving advantage and bonus damage to strength-based attacks.

18. Ranger 14: fourteenth level rangers get one last Favored Enemy, so let’s track down Koyanskaya and end that Aberration once and for all! (she is an aberration, right?)

if things go south you can Vanish as a bonus action, which despite coming later that NV, only lets you hide rather than actually vanish. you also can’t be tracked without magic, but you’re level 18, your enemies have magic by now.

19. Ranger 15: fifteenth level drakewardens have stronger breath attacks as well as a Perfected Bond, adding more elemental damage to your dragons attacks, and making them large enough to ride on while flying. on top of that, you can now spend your reaction to give yourself or your drake resistance to an attack proficiency times a day. it says “or”, but you can always be a rules lawyer and say it’s an inclusive or! I won’t tell!

you can also cast greater restoration this level, reducing the effects of exhaustion or removing one effect that is charming, petrifying, cursing, or reducing a stat or HP total of yourself or a party member. again, it’s not debuff immunity, but it’s the closest you can get in D&D.

20. Ranger 16: use your last ASI for more Strength. it’s not complicated, but neither is Nikitich.

Pros & Cons:

Pros:

I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I’m giving riding a dragon its own spot on the pros list. why? because riding dragons is cool, and you’re playing an RPG to feel cool.

as far as actual gameplay goes, you are fantastic at dishing out Burst Damage. whether that’s piling all sorts of damage modifiers onto a lucky crit, or action surging to blast a crowd with two breath attacks at once, you can fire off a lot of damage in a short amount of time. (also, while it’s technically not Rules As Written, you should be able to easily argue that freezing them in place with frost giant stuff would at least give them disadvantage, if not a force failure, on dex saves, forcing them to take the full brunt of 20d6 damage if you time it right)

as a ranger, you have a surprising amount of Utility for a mostly martial fighter, greatly improving your party’s time while traveling and providing emergency debuff removal and revivals. you’re no healer, but sometimes staying alive is a victory all its own.

Cons:

your multiclassing requirements alone use three ability scores, and that’s before we factor in the two other stats we need for the build to play well. all this means we never really get a chance to get the abilities we want high, which leads to…

weak spells that are easily avoided by enemies. your casting modifier for both kinds of spells is only a +1, so they’ll be whiffing a lot before you reach level 10.

we don’t even get started working on your strength, your main attacking stat, until level 16. even if we skip over the giant thing for later, that’s still not until level 11. you’re not very accurate for a majority of the build, let’s leave it at that.

[banqanas]

Haiiii

Ik this is so random but I am getting to know Leiya and I'm already so in love but I would like to know more, and since he's your oshi and you love talking about him, may you tell me things about him? 🥺👉👈 Pls

Hello! Thank you for the ask, I love Leiya and I love yapping! (lol)

I think the information on Exile Tribe wiki are pretty sufficient as an introduction to Leiya, so these are just additional fun facts imo

Recommended watch: ⭐️ 50 Questions with Seguchi Leiya (CL - ENG SUB), ⭐️ Seguchi Leiya's Seed of Dreams (CL - ENG SUB), Drinking with Leiya (Horinatsu Kanmuri), Q&A with Leiya (Horinatsu Kanmuri), Leiya's Morning Routine (Horinatsu Kanmuri), What's In My Bag feat. Leiya (Horinatsu Kanmuri)

his emoji in fandom is 🐵

is an only child

childhood dream was to be a sausage (yeah idk what that means)

was pretty much a soccer kid before he discovered dancing

he’s the member in fanta who has the least dance experience

was also interested in rap ever since he started dancing. He mainly rap during concert only (as remix to fanta songs), but you can check out his original rap in his Instagram videos

other than rapping, he's also very good at doing a Donald Duck impression

also likes drawing. his self-produce merch is usually his own design

usually late lol (Leiya's Morning routine)

likes camping and outdoor activities but never really shown any pictures of it

self proclaimed clean freak (50Qs with Leiya)

loves fortune telling

he's always somewhere doing workouts

Very particular about fragrance/perfume. The incense he used in The Usual Night is his own belonging and putting on aroma diffuser is his night time routine (50Qs with Leiya). He also has different mist for his hat/knit caps, mask, perfume etc (What's In My Bag feat. Leiya)

considers his butt as his charm point. Which is also the main focus in his photobook

Looks tough and always happy but is actually very sensitive. He takes things to heart easily and said that he actually thinks he's more often on the low than up. (Q&A with Leiya). Member Sawanatsu says he has a glass of heart.

Pretty sickly. He's prone to anemia and last year he took a break because of an infection.

Iirc the last time Leiya got an attack when performing was sometime two years ago, where he was unable to come out during encore. (I couldn't find which performance it was anymore, so don't quote me on this). this is also why im always happy to see Leiya anytime. Leiya is usually very reserved and doesnt talk much during MC time, but it’s fine. I’m satisfied as long as I get to see a healthy Leiya 🙏

Outside of fanta, he's close to Hidaka Ryuta (Ballistik Boyz)

Respects EXILE SHOKICHI a lot. He started getting interested in meat, wine, and wearing white Calvin Klein underwear because of SHOKICHI’s influence. He calls him niisan

The above are things Leiya himself said or from members, the below will be my own list of things I noticed or like about Leiya

he's very bad at SNS 🙃 He barely updates his SNS and even on the rare times where he does a livecast something will probably go wrong. and he still calls X as Twitter by habit

He's the most boyfriend-like when referring to fans. You will fall in love with him.

recommended MV for Leiya is Hey Darlin'

I really like Leiya's voice. There were some fanta songs that i came to like after i heard the remix with Leiya's rap (Playback, What A Wonder)

other than him rapping I also really like the way Leiya talks about mundane things like how he describes his ideal mattress, different scents, his supplements. etc. He's very good at making things sound important. I think he'd be a good salesman lol

I hope this helps in making you more interested in our Leiyataso! 🐵❤️

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the things you do

summary: steve just can't seem to keep you quiet - no matter who might be listening

pairing: fwb!steve rogers x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: modern au, lots of dirty talk, slight d/s aspects, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, light spanking, gagging with fingers (but like, in a hot way), bad decisions probably, surprise ending ;)

a/n: i meant to finish to post this on the first of october but my brain said no so sorry! even tho this took me a lot longer than i anticipated, i really like it. also it might connect to another prompt for kinktober eventually (wink wink)

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“Shit,” you moaned, the feeling of the doorknob digging into your back only serving as more of a turn on for you. Steve couldn’t even wait to get through the front door before his hands were all over you. You hoped Mrs. Phillips wasn’t being nosy and looking out her peephole, otherwise she’d get a nice view of Steve pulling the front of your shirt down to leave bites along the swell of your breasts.

“Steve, we shouldn’t.”

“I don’t care.” His hand was on your throat, giving the slightest bit of pressure.

“Bucky’s home and -”

“I. Don’t. Care.” The pause between each word was punctuated with a squeeze to your throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know who was in charge. Finally, you relented with a small shake of your head, and he released his hand. “Good girl.”

Steve may like to take risks, but he wasn’t stupid. You both slipped your shoes off before opening the front door, and he swept you up, throwing you over his shoulder and he made his way towards his room. 

You were scared and thrilled at the same time. You and Bucky had been broken up for over a year, but he still didn’t know you had been hooking up with his best friend for the last few weeks. It wasn’t planned, and you had never even seen Steve that way before. But he happened to be at the same bar as you and Natasha, and after one shot too many, you were making out in a dark corner. He came back to your apartment and the two of you passed out in your bed. The next morning, he fucked you in the shower, and then there was no turning back.

Once Steve had you face down on his bed - the door shut and locked - he lifted your hips up enough to push your skirt up and your underwear down. His large hands came down on your ass, spreading you open enough to let out a low moan, before one came down to land a smack.

“Steve,” you hissed, scared of how loud it echoed in the silent apartment. Steve promised you he would be quiet, because neither of you wanted Bucky to hear. You knew it would be a hard feat, considering their beds shared a wall, but you were too desperate for him to protest too much at the time.

Now, you turned over so you were facing him.

“You’re gonna have to try harder to keep quiet, Steve.” His face spread into an easy grin, happy to take the challenge. In one quick motion, he had your skirt off your legs and was sitting you up to pull your shirt off. Taking you in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“No bra tonight? It’s almost like you were planning to get fucked.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, and he grazed the goosebumps that had spread across your arms.

“I’m always planning on getting fuck when I see you,” you said, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. When you pulled back, your eyes fluttering as he bit your bottom lip, you realized you were completely bare to him while he was still wearing all of his clothes. You made a move to pull his shirt off, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head as he pushed you back into the mattress.

“Nuh uh,” he tsked. “If you wanna act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.”

You knew it was mostly talk; Steve liked to tease you and say absolutely filthy things, but he always took care of you. He couldn’t fully turn off that good boy charm even when he was fucking your brains out.

Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, you wiggled until he let your arms go, and climbed back until your head rested against his pillows. His eyes followed your every move as you spread your legs, slowly sliding your hands down your body until they came to rest on your inner thighs, slowly inching closer to your core.

He stood still, taking you in until he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Deciding the teasing wasn’t worth it, he stripped - slowly, because he knew your eyes were on him, even if he wasn’t looking - until he was standing as bare as you were. Your eyes were drawn downward, biting your own lip as he wrapped a hand around his hard cock, lightly stroking as he settled his knees on the bed, just in front of you.

You knew it was revenge for your own little show, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care all that much when he looked so goddamn good.

His hands reached down to move your own, where one had been slowly circling your clit, and pushed them up your body.

“Why don’t you play with those pretty tits and let me make you feel good, huh?” It wasn’t a question. It never was with Steve - he knew your limits and would push them to the very brim before he asked for more.

Not trusting your own voice, you nod, tweaking your nipples as he lowered himself onto his stomach, hooking his arms under your thighs before pulling you closer to him. He shifted, spreading your legs as far as they would go, and spit directly on your core.

You couldn’t contain the moan that left you, and had to slap your hand over your mouth. Simultaneously, Steve slapped your clit, causing your hips to jerk up.

“Thought you were gonna be quiet. Can’t be letting Buck hear how pretty his girl moans for.”

It shouldn’t turn you on so much, the way he casually brings up you ex and his best friend, but damn if it didn’t send a hot rush through your entire body.

“That’s what I thought,” were his last words before his face was buried between your legs.

Immediately, your hands flew to his hair, trying to pull him into you, but he slapped your thigh, looking up at you expectantly.

You whimpered, hating to disappoint him, and brought your hands back to your nipples. You could see the pleased shimmer in his eyes, and he rewarded you by sinking two fingers into you. The stretch caught you by surprise, and another moan fell from your lips. In one fluid motion - almost like he was expecting it - he reached up with his other hand and shoved two fingers in your mouth.

Keeping eye contact, you closed your lips around his thick fingers, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. When the fingers inside you crooked - hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars - you moaned despite yourself, and Steve’s other fingers pushed further in your mouth, gagging you. Keeping you quiet.

The coupled sensation was enough to push you over the edge, and the only reason you didn’t shout Steve’s name were the fingers still heavy on your tongue.

Steve took it upon himself then to pull back he rested his face on your inner thigh and watched the bliss on your face, feeling you squeeze around his finger still buried in you.

It wasn’t until you were drifting back to your body that Steve removed his fingers and crawled back up your body, placing sloppy kisses and teasing bites along the way. When his weight finally settled on top of yours, he brought one back to your mouth, tapping your lips until you opened up; you groaned as quietly as you could at the taste of yourself.

Finally, he kissed you again, filthy and sweet - the way only Steve could seem to make it - with one hand cupping your jaw and the other teasing his tip at your entrance.

“You want it, baby?” You nodded, still not trusting your voice. But that wasn’t enough. “Yeah? Then use your words.”

“Want you to fuck me,” you whispered, voicing cracking.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Fucking tease.

“Want you, Steve - fuck.” He took no time to bottom out in you, no warning and no time to adjust. He always said it made you squeeze him that much tighter.

“Fuck, Steve,” you yelped, loud. Too loud. He slapped his hand over your mouth and the both of you stilled, waiting for any sign of movement on the other side of the wall. When you both assumed the coast was clear, he started rolling his hips, just enough to grind deeper into you.

“If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll have to shove those pretty panties in your mouth.” He said it like a threat, like both of you wouldn’t get off on it, which he damn well knew was wrong.

You wanted to last - wanted him to last - but you couldn’t help it when he was rutting so far into you. You thought maybe one day you would get used to it, but he was so big you’d guess that nothing could ever prepare you for how well he fucked you.

He could always tell when you were close, said he’d never felt anything as tight as when your cunt squeezed around him while you were letting go, said he’d never seen eyes brighter than when you exploded for him. He sent you a look of warning, taking his hand away from your mouth just long enough to flip you over on your hands and knees.

His hand pushed your face into the mattress, ensuring your moans would be, at the very most, muffled. He quickened the speed of his thrusts, and you shattered apart around him.

“Fuck, baby. Such a good girl, coming on my cock like that.” You were clenching so tight you were worried he might not be able to move, but Steve Rogers lived to defy expectations. That included the filth he spewed, too. “Did Bucky fuck you this good, huh? I bet he didn’t.”

Something about the taboo of it all - Steve fucking you so hard you could swear you brain was broken, him being all but certain he was the best fuck of your life, all while Bucky was just a few feet away - caused you to come again.

Your second orgasm was too much for him to hold back, and he spilled into you with a shout, fucking you through it until the only sounds were your heavy breathing and your mixed releases.

He finally pulled out and, despite his best efforts to keep you stuffed full, you could feel the mess of him leak down your thigh.

You collapsed onto your stomach, hoping to at least catch your breath for a moment, but your lover had other plans.

“I hope you didn’t think we were done, sweetheart,” Steve teased before manhandling you on your back and burying his face between your thighs once more.

-

On the other side of the wall, Bucky squeezed hard around the base of his cock, trying to stave off his orgasm, because he knew you all would be going all night.

And just like every other time - even the ones when you all thought he was gone - he stroked himself to the sound of your moans, to the sounds of the rough, messy, fantastic sex going on in the other bedroom.

The kind of sex he missed, the kind of sex he wished he could join.

Maybe one day.

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[phoenixes-and-wizards]

little things i never want to forget about the hargreeves:

all of them used to defy their father, sneak out to griddy’s, and in five’s own words “eat donuts until we puked. simpler times, eh?”

luther wrote poetry while he was on the moon, especially about comets

tom hopper and the UA crew have said that the scratches all over luther’s body were made by him. he couldn’t stand the loneliness, especially during that first year, and would often resort to harming himself as a way to vent his frustration

it’s also pretty likely that he's had body dysmorphia at one point or another

he also has a habit of stress eating

diego almost became a detective, but he dropped out because he wasn't good at following orders. he even went to police academy!!!

diego has the cross stitch grace made specifically for him on the wall of his basement apartment, and in a frame no less

he’s also a big-ass momma’s boy

and he’s the only one grace calls “silly” as a term of endearment

and he has a fear of needles due to getting that tattoo when they were kids (y’all know which one i’m talking about)

plus his stutter only comes out when he's under extreme emotional stress

and a close rewatch of 1X03 shows that his bedroom had an overflowing abundance of books so what if him and ben used to bond over that😭

allison speaks seven languages

she told her daughter about her siblings, and claire obviously knew them well enough that she was calling them "uncle” and “aunty,” and that last one is especially heartwarming because this was around the time that vanya’s book had just come out, and yet, allison--who has the option of never telling claire about her--still does, and even explains why she wasn’t allowed to go on missions

klaus was smoking blunts at fourteen

klaus was clutching dave’s dogtags right before five teleported all of them to the past

and i’ve noticed that he has a habit of doing that in general in season 2, especially when he’s feeling kind-of low, but sometimes it’s also an unconscious habit and that’s cute, too

klaus would write the things the dead would say to him, all over his bedroom wall

klaus has a habit of going barefoot whenever he’s at home

five was the only person vanya felt comfortable enough with to present new violin pieces to

five outright says that everything he’s done so far was to get back to his family and keep them safe

@me-evil-never​ wrote in the tags: “five has watched his family die/be dead like 3 times if i’m counting correctly (YES YOU ARE AND IT’S A PAINFUL FACT WE MUST ALL LIVE WITH), plus all he has ever done in his life since age 13 was to get back to them so he could spend time safely with them” and YES I AGREE why would you hide such an excellent point in the tags because, sometimes, even i forget that it’s only been two weeks for him, and they’re probably the roughest he’s had since being stuck in the apocalypse as an actual child, and idk about you guys, but i just really want to give five a big hug because lord knows he deserves needs it

allison used to paint klaus' nails during meals

and was apparently a daddy’s girl, though how one could become a “daddy’s girl” if the father in question was reginald hargreeves is beyond my capacity to understand

ben was reading chekhov as early as 14

ben was a bookworm, both in life and death

vanya had the smallest room

vanya openly called ben the kindest of their siblings in her book, and said that when he died, none of them had any more reason to stay

before he left, diego gave reggie a piece of his mind

all of them know how to dance

they all know how to speak and read greek (ancient fucking greek, as one of you oh-so-eloquently put it)

vanya knows how to speak russian and god knows how many other languages

(by this point i'm really convinced they're all multilingual and there just hasn't been an opportunity for them to utilize that yet)

she also has a mr. snuggles teddy bear

according to klaus, vanya used to cry when the others would step on ants as kids

klaus is pansexual

he also dated twins once (though i’m not sure if he dated one then the other or both at the exact same time)

and has mild claustrophobia from being locked up in mausoleums all the time as a child

diego swore a pinky promise with lila and called it “the pinkiest promise” he’d ever make, and even though he’s a hard-ass who won’t hesitate to cut anybody in half, he’s still at his gentlest when he’s around her and he doesn’t even try to hide it

off her meds, vanya got first chair and a solo on her first try (as a violinist in a professional orchestra, lemme tell you that this is no easy feat to do)

she also seemed to have an affinity for bach (again--not easy!!)

even though he was barely starting puberty, ben was smart enough to reprogram allison's teddy bear to say "luther smells dad's underwear."

upon possessing klaus for a few minutes in season 2, ben could be seen clutching various flowers and smelling them repeatedly

klaus can actually levitate in the comics

according to @valkerymillenia, ghost!ben once saved klaus' life in the comics after he overdosed on heroin yet again

both klaus and diego repeatedly tried to open the lock to vanya's old anechoic chamber and were absolutely furious when luther wouldn't let them

diego called elliott "one of ours" despite knowing him for all of a week and a half

he also calls herb “herbie,” calmed him down after accidentally drawing a weapon on him, and created a secret handshake with him, all within two hours tops of meeting him

if one really thinks about it, diego is actually good with people? and that makes sense because he left the academy as early as seventeen, and he would’ve had to talk to a lot of people just to make ends meet that first year alone, and even though reggie tried to squash that part of him down, he’s still a good person at heart, you go prince of pointy things, make us all proud

[xstevex-world]

hello I neeeedddd to hear your thoughts about modern au steve being a charli fan omg. thoughts on his fav songs? fav album? I just know he’d be playing something like vroom vroom or pink diamond in the car and eddie would not get it at all lmao

Djksjsjsisije THE TIME FOR STEVE HARRINGTON NUMBER 1 ANGEL HAS COME omfg I’ve DYING to talk about this with someone so THANK YOU for indulging me (also buckle up this is going to be long).

Steve was introduced to Charli’s music by Max of all people, he was driving the her somewhere and she insisted that she have control over the music and played Vroom Vroom - before than he didn’t know a lot of her stuff, didn’t really know her as more than a feature artist on some chart hits - but that song was a game changer for him. He casually asked Max to add it to his driving playlist and that night he listened to the entire EP on repeat.

He mostly kept his fixation to himself, occasionally telling Max, who is also a fan, stuff like “yeah she’s cool and all” but would then go and ask if he got got her concert tickets for her birthday, would would she like to bring (Max is a clever kid and Steve is so bad a being subtle - she knows he looking for an excuse to go) so she asks to him (and Robin) if they could chaperone herself, El and Will. (They do, and have a great time)

Asking him to decide on a favourite song is like asking him to chose a favourite member of the party, which he refuses to do, so he always gives his top five (boy’s indecisive, ok?). They are:

Trophy (Vroom Vroom)

Babygirl feat. Uffie (Number 1 Angel) ((he really doesn’t get why until he dates Eddie))

Track 10 (Pop2)

Silver Cross (Charli) ((which, for those who don’t know, is Joe Keery’s actual favourite Charli song as stated in Djo’s Reddit AMA))

Taxi (Unreleased) ((He was so pissed when they announced that XCX World was being shelved, he’s the kind of fan who doesn’t really like leaks but Taxi was and is the one exception))

His does have a favorite album, however, which is Number 1 Angel (he knows it’s technically a mix tape, and will go on a 20 minute rant about Atlantic Record being shits for not letting her release that and Pop 2 as albums because “apparently they wouldn’t preform well or something - it’s bullshit Robin! They’re masterpieces!”).

Speaking of Robin, she absolutely indulges Steve’s obsession with Charli, letting him play her music videos in the background if they’re hanging out and not in the mood to watch tv or a movie. Its been sort of a ritual for them since Steve came out by showing Robin the music video for Boys and was like “So this was my bisexual confirmation” -which Robin was absolutely floored by because holy shit that makes so much sense why did she ever think Steve was straight???? (Her favourite song is Click, specifically the No Boys Remix with Slayyyter)

Though Robin is a casual fan, the two he really gets to bond over his love of Charli with is Chrissy (who’s been a fan since her Boom Clap days - her favourite songs are Break the Rules, February 2017, and Lightning) and, surprising literally everyone, Argyle (he started listening to her after her feature on Ringtone by 100 gecs, because “how could I not listen to her after she sang with the gecko band, brochacho?” - his favourite songs are Claws, 3AM (Pull Up) feat. MØ, and Yuck).

As a collective, their favourite song is Used to Know Me - Steve, Chrissy and Argyle did a group costume of them in her Cheerleader outfit from the video for this, yes Atlantic Records underwear too, the Halloween following the videos release (which technically would be Halloween this year lol).

As for Eddie, well, you’re absolutely right - he does not get it, and he’s tried (Chrissy is one of his BFFs, so he’s put time in before he started dating). He appreciates the the production of music, but does not get it, especially the tracks that have more of a hyperpop flare to them, (he very lovingly calls it “Cling Clang music”), so when when songs like Pink Diamond or Hot Girl are playing, and just dramatically roles his eyes like Really, Stevie?

(He does have a soft spot for Track 10, Visions and Drugs, which Steve has on his let’s get high and make out playlist, as well as Babygirl, I won’t explain that one, the implications are there.)

However, Eddie actually thinks Charli herself is pretty cool. The first time they were talking about it (and Steve’s music taste in general), Eddie went on a bit of a tangent about the impact of SOPHIE in pop music (“not that I would listen to her music, Stevie, I get that she’s a visionary and all but Jesus H Christ, some of her stuff sounds like she put a bunch of Nokia phones in a blender and uploaded it to SoundCloud”), the producers collaboration with Charli XCX before he started talking about profound Charli herself was, especially the fact that she calls out her label and lets and sometimes encourages her fans to be as unhinged as they are (“her musics not my thing, some of it honestly gives me a headache, but Charli herself is so fucking metal! Did you see that she signed the urn one of her fan’s mothers ashes? I don’t know about you but if Ronnie James Dio was still alive and my dad was dead, I’d want nothing more than for fucking Dio to sign the fucking urn”.)

His does, though, point out every single brand sponsorship in her videos, (“no one loves a brand deal with Beats more than Charli’s label, Stevie”) and relentlessly makes fun of the sheer amount of product placement in video under 4 minutes. He also loves to call out “hey it’s the lanky motherfucker with the glasses!” Whenever AG Cook appears in the Vroom Vroom video, just to annoy his boyfriend (he would never tell anyone this, but Eddie spent a full 4 days listening to Silver by AG Cook on repeat while he was convinced Steve wouldn’t like him back-it’s one of the few songs of that genre that doesn’t like that doesn’t sound like a buzzsaw in his head).

He absolutely adores listening to Steve talk about her music though, everything from Easter eggs in videos to her “the distinct lack of a Hyperpop flare in Crash only for the single Hot Girl to come out and it’s likes she’s back in her Vroom Vroom era - I don’t know if it was her trying to please her label for the final album of the contract or if it has anything to do with SOPHIE’s death or something else, all I’m saying is that it’s weird, Eddie!” (Steve loves Crash, but he has a lot of opinions on it).

Overall, it’s one of the few times that Steve gets really passionate about music is when he’s talking about Charli XCX, and Eddie will never admit it out loud, but he adores it. (Well, he wouldn’t tell Steve purposely, it absolutely has been said while they’ve both been super high).

I’m not joking when I say I could talk about this for hours (Fun fact, Hyperpop was my hyperfixation right before stranger things, so yeah, some wires got crossed, especially after Joe Keery started talking about how Charli is one of his idols, it actually inspired this Twitter thread of ST characters as a Charli songs that I did).

Idk how you feel about Bitchy Steve™, but I have a whole Modern Day College AU brewing in the back of my head that I probably will do nothing about where he just embodies Charli and her whole Hot Girl persona (a lá S2 Steve making Tom Cruise and Risky Business his entire personality)

Thank you so much for asking about this, I’ve so many thoughts and ideas and general hcs about Steve being an Angel - sorry if this was very convoluted and ramble, especially when I ventured into the entire PC Music family tree, but I have so many thoughts and I just needed to let them out!!!

Let me know if you want anymore!!!

Edit: Pinning this post so my blog title makes more sense now (I’m expanding the lore)

[hoebiirama]

✑ User @thesinoflust1103 sent : "Hello! I just read the smut you did on the founder trio, and I was wondering if you could do headcannons on what types of toys they would use on their significant other for them, If you could make it as intense as possible that would be amazing!! Thanks in advance <3"

✑ Anli's useless comment : Alright so. I will admit that I chickened out on Madara. I could've gone way further with him, but I didn't want to hit the people reading this with a sounding kink on the second post lmao (and first real request, since the other ones were all sent by my friend after I begged her to help me get started lol). If you want me to elaborate on that one, though, please let me know and I'll do it. I also feel like it would've been kinkier as a scenario (bc I can add so much more detail), but my ass chose to be lazy and not write scenarios bc they take too long, so I am a little disappointed in myself lol. Either way, hope you enjoy it nonetheless !

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千住柱間 • Senju Hashirama

NSFW

↳ Blindfold : Hashirama likes to surprise you. He hates being predictable in bed. He thinks it makes him boring; it's not fun when you can guess what he's about to do before he does it. But catching you off guard, keeping you in a constant state of apprehension—now that's where it's at. The fact that you're constantly on edge makes you a lot more reactive to his touch, more conscious of everything he's doing to you, and he likes the idea of you having to put all of his trust in him because it's not like you can do much when you can't see. This is one of the best ways he has to allow him to take care of you.

↳ Paddle : If he's feeling particularly kinky, and if the circumstances allow it (aka, you've been an absolute brat to him, and he feels like it's time to put you back in your place), Hashirama will trade his trusty hands for something that can teach you a lesson much harder than he can : in this case, a paddle. It takes away from having the imprint of his hand drawn on your skin, but it makes up for it with how sensitive it makes you, and how much quicker he can turn you into a blubbering mess of halfhearted apologies that you clearly don't mean (you're going to act up again. He knows it. You know it. Everybody knows it.)

↳ Anal beads : It's no surprise by now that overstimulation is kind of Hashirama's thing. He's going to find new ways to bring you to the edge of tears and turn your brain into mush from how overwhelmed you are—anal play being one of them. He's going to combine that with his tongue on other sensitive areas of your body (in the spirit of keeping this gender neutral) to build up your orgasm. Or orgasms, since Hashirama likes to be ruthless with you.

うちはマダラ • Uchiha Madara

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↳ Gag : Madara likes to fuck you pretty much anywhere he can get his hands on you. This means you'll often find yourself in situations where you need to be quiet if you don't want to get caught. Unfortunately, that's quite the difficult feat when the man behind your moans is Uchiha Madara. Thankfully for you, however, Madara has a thing for gagging you, both so you aren't heard by other people (no one is allowed to be blessed by the sounds you make; they are his alone to listen to) and so you don't start begging when he doesn't ask it of you. He's got no preference for what type of gag he's going to use. He often has to improvise—his usual go-tos are either his gloves or your underwear. When it comes to actual objects that can count as toys, that is. If he's talking gagging in general, then he's definitely got a favourite : his cock shoved as deep in your throat as he possibly can.

↳ Flogger : As much as he loves the feeling of his hand coming into contact with your asscheeks, sometimes, that's just not enough for his liking. It's not a toy he uses casually, however—it may not sound like it's that big of a deal, but that shit hurts, and it can quickly become overwhelming for anyone, even if it's far from your first time being on the receiving end of this thing. That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy playing with you like this. On the contrary. He just keeps it as a last resort if you disobey him one too many times to make sure you've learned your lesson this time.

↳ Body cuffs : This one kind of speaks for itself. He likes having you restrained, helpless under him, submitting yourself entirely—and handcuffs just aren't enough for him. He wants to bind you until it's physically impossible for you to move, so that you have to fully give yourself away to him so he can take care of you. And rope is too easy to untangle, even by accident. Something with a lock and key is much harder to free yourself from.

千住扉間 • Senju Tobirama

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↳ Rope : Even if he's more about the aesthetic than practicality, Tobirama can't deny that he likes having you all tied up and pretty in front of him like that. Because you can't move, it means he can take all his time admiring you, exploring every curve of your body, and leaving marks all over without anything getting in the way. Rigging you is probably his favourite part of it, though. He'd remind you of how pretty you look like this, how grateful he is that you're letting him do this, how he's going to make all of this worth your while.

↳ Vibrator : Sometimes, Tobirama is busy. He has important work he needs to be doing, or else Hashirama may or may not drive the village to the ground, especially with his recklessness at handling money. And if you're needy while he's trying to work, well, that's too bad for you. Pushing his buttons is always an option, but not one that'll work in your favor—if you're being persistent, Tobirama will crack, and he's going to punish you accordingly for bothering him. His favourite thing to do is to use a vibrator on you while he just casually continues working. He loves hearing you beg for him, because he knows it's never going to be as good as his cock, and it's teaching you a lesson for not listening to him at the same time.

↳ Chastity belt : Yeah. If you've been bad, he's going to go there. Orgasm denial is his specialty at this point, and there are no lengths he won't go to make it an absolute nightmare for you. (But it's okay. He always makes sure to reward you more than appropriately if you manage to last as long as he tells you to.) And since he can't always be around to make sure you're being good, he'll make you wear one to prevent you from touching yourself for as long as he wants the punishment to last.

[all-about-seggs]

Unraveling Desires :

Rating - 18+, Mature

Pairing - Gojo Satoru x female reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warning's - Smut, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fingering, Virgin!reader, Female reader, I wanted to add a bit of corruption kink but I don't think I did a good job. Satoru is being a gentle dom.

Your room was quite except for the wet smacking of Satoru's lips against yours. With just a few more seconds left before you start to feel breathless, he would notice for sure but won't stop, loving to push your limits as much as he can and today was no exception.

His hands kept roaming around your clothed thighs in soft circular motions as if to make you feel more at ease, though you both knew it was having the opposite effect. Usually you stopped him before his hands made any contact with your bare skin but you had already decided even before inviting him to your place, that you were ready to take the next step. It's quite the feat actually, how you controlled yourself all this time.

Every movement his big mascular hands made, every bob of his Adam's apple when you two had your lunch dates, every kiss from his soft pink lips was irresistible and undeniably sexy. And the worst part? He knew what he was doing to you and was ruthless in his ministrations.

" Hooooo~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) what are you thinking y/n chan?" he cooed, keeping his tone light and teasing, to make you blush.

You wanted to do a lot more than kissing from the start but the fact that you had zero experience along with your boyfriend's cocky nature made it difficult for you to openly admit your thirst for him.

"...... Hmmm y/n, you're not go stop me today?" Satoru's question brought you back to reality before your mind could continue with its fantasy.

This was it. He gave you the perfect chance to decide what would happen tonight. Regardless of his love for pushing your buttons he respected your decisions and would ask for you after every heavy makeout session, whether you wanted to continue or not.

The answer was clear to you this time,

" I don't want you to stop", you muttered, stifly looking him in the eye. A sultry look would've been better but it's hard to muster up the courage for that when you're face to face with Satoru's beautiful azure eyes. The blindfold he usually dons, long discarded on the floor.

Something about having his eyes on you makes you feel completely naked even with all the cloths you have on. He doesn't miss a single chance when it comes to making you squirm. A few seconds pass before he finally grabs the hem of your t-shirt,

" You wanna do this naked right?" Satoru asks again, smirking from ear to ear. He just wants to make you as desperate as possible, begging for his touch, to pump his already over inflated ego, as the self proclaimed honoured one, it's only natural his little sweetness would want to bare herself to him and only him .

He pulls the garment off as soon as you give a shy nod, throwing it on the floor, he swiftly worms his way to your bra while kissing up your neck. He takes your outfit apart piece after piece untill there is nothing left to hide. He props himself up on his knees to admire your naked body splayed out beneath him.

Its nothing short of embarrassing for you, to be stared at like this but you'd be a hypocrite if you said you didn't liked having all of your boyfriend's attention.

" What a pretty body you have my sweet, all untouched, now why don't you be a good girl and tell me all the dirty thoughts you think you've hidden from me, hmmm?", Lowering himself to rest his face on your chest he continues in a hushed voice,

"Oh and keep them unfiltered.... I'd rather your first time be to your liking....... Don't worry about being unreasonable, cuz I can make anything happen", there was arrogance in his tone, as always.

" I just wanted to do this with you, for a long time, and I feel like we've both waited enough so please....just touch me.." you said, desperation clear in your voice and Satoru finally gives in, moving towards your breast, he takes your left nipple in his mouth, licking the soft bud untill it hardens, his other hand roaming to your hips.

" Say, Y/n..... Have you touched your self before?", Pulling his mouth from your boob with a pop, he asks, leaving you a little stunned.

"Ngh- n-no.... I haven't", as soon as those words slip from your mouth his eyes light up, giving them an otherworldly glow.

"I see, so this is gonna be the first time you cum then....." His voice grows distant and soon he's in between your thighs. He gently parts your legs, staring intently at your core.

" No need to be embarrassed sugar, I'm gonna make you feel good", his reassuring words were oddly arousing, keeping both his hands on your inner thighs, he latches his mouth on your pussy giving your slit a long, smooth lick.

Your moans are inevitable at this point as he keeps his focus on your clit, altering between sucking on it and licking your tight virgin hole. He makes sure you feel all the slick gathering in your pussy as he slurps on it like a man starved and soon the only voices in the room are of your stifled moans and his obscene way you eating you out.

Moving one hand to your folds, he slides one slick covered finger into your tiny cunt, another new sensation along with the one his tongue is creating is too much to bear as you let out coarse moan,

Lifting his cum smeared face, Satoru's blue eyes stare at your face through his disheveled bangs, you look so cute, your pathetic attempts to bite back the sounds of pleasure, moist eyes and your face that looks like it's going to explode if he doesn't make you cum, it's all so pure. He can't help the sadism that's building up inside him, his need to tease you more growing with every second.

" Don't hold back y/n~ I want to hear how good I'm giving it to you and I want you to tell me when you cum okay?♡", his voice is so sweet you'd think he's talking to a toddler. His head dives back to your folds as soon as you uncover your mouth and the next thing you know, a throbbing sensation is taking hold your your nether region.

" Sa- Satoru.... Im fe- feeling it......", You choke out a few words of warning before he adds another finger in your hole, taking his long, thick fingers in and out untill you start to stretch by his ministrations.

You're first orgasm was overwhelming, making you clench your thighs and pussy around him, moving your hips against his face until you come down from your high.

You're panting with your eyes closed and mouth open as Satoru pulls himself up, wiping his face with the back of his hand he states down at you, looking all blissed out with such a lewd look on your face that nobody but him has ever seen. It makes his cock twitch with excitement.

" I hope this wasn't all you wanted, because we have a lot more to do~ "

You open your eyes to see your boyfriend already half naked in front of you, he smoothly takes off his pants and underwear, his hard cock laid out in front of you for the first time. You wanted to stare, hell, you are staring, it looks just as pretty as the rest of him, intimidating too because of its size.

" Are you ready y/n?, Because it's time I get my fill of you as well, so relax for me", kneeling in between your thighs again, he strokes himself a few more times before lining himself in front of your entrance.

You give a reassuring nod before he slowly eases himself into you with a low groan, the stretch is painful and long as he bottoms out. Seeing your face twisting in pain he stops and waits for you to adjust to his size.

" How are you doing my love?" He asks, his tone an octave lower, sounds even more tempting when he's speaking right into your ear,

"Yeah..... Its okay", you look up at him and he feels himself twitching inside you, he's also been very patient so as to not rush you. Never objecting when you asked him to stop whenever you had your makeout sessions. You trusted him with yourself, that's why it was easier to tell him your desires.

" Please make me feel good".

[luminescencefics]

stubborn love

Ask and you shall receive! Here’s a little blurb about this post, filled with an angsty y/n and an adorably dimwitted Harry. Oh yeah, also smut. Enjoy!

2.6k word count

My masterlist // read below:

***

If there was one thing about you that Harry hated, it was how stubborn you were. And if there was one thing about Harry that drove you absolutely mad, it was when he left arguments incomplete—choosing the easy way out instead of finishing the conversation you ultimately started.

It was with good cause, though. After being together for three years, the little things started to surface every now and then. And with the aid of liquor coursing through both of your veins, it was only a matter of time until a fight started.

They never lasted long. And it was usually cured by sex, but sometimes, Harry did things that drove you absolutely bonkers, leaving you wanting to punish him a bit. Like tonight, for example, when you had to remind him three times that he had to be ready by eight o’clock in order to make it to your best friend’s birthday dinner on the other side of town. You watch by the vanity as you finish applying your nude lipstick, observing how he scrolled through his phone aimlessly on the bed with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His outfit was laid out beside him, his hair still wet from the shower he had recently gotten out of, and the time on the clock read 7:42.

“Harry, please get dressed. We’re supposed to be out the door in five minutes,” you remind him, sitting on the bed beside him while you buckle the strap of your heel around your exposed ankle. He nods absentmindedly while texting Jeff about scheduling radio interviews for the upcoming album, seemingly ignoring what you were telling him.

“Harry.”

Your tone is laced with annoyance now, and immediately his eyes snap over towards yours, taking in your completed look for the first time since slipping on the black dress you decided to wear this evening. His eyes rake your body instantly, and because of the years you’ve been with him, you know exactly what he’s thinking already. But you don’t have time for this, and when you stand up abruptly and saunter towards the door, you try to ignore the pout he shoots in your direction.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he says slowly, sitting up straight and facing the door you were currently standing in. 

“Harry, please just get dressed! I promised Catherine we’d be there early,” you say tightly, giving him a pointed look until he surrenders and gets off the bed, reaching for his briefs in the dresser on the other side of the bedroom.

“Jesus, what is with you always needing to be early? You know Catherine’s always late, anyways,” Harry says in a clipped tone, shoving his long legs through the navy trousers laid out on the bed. 

“Don’t start. This is important to me, and I don’t need your lack of time management ruining Catherine’s birthday dinner that I’ve been planning for weeks.” You knew that you were being a bit over dramatic, but the stress of making your high-maintenance best friend happy was weighing down on you. Coupled with the fact that Harry was leaving again for a few months, you were under a lot of stress to make everybody happy.

“What do you mean ‘lack of time management?!’ We’re talking about Catherine for Christ’s sakes! The girl who showed up late to almost every event you’ve hosted in the past two years! I think she’ll manage us being a couple of minutes late.” Harry speaks while finishing putting on his outfit, and for once, you really don’t have it in you to argue. Because arguing costs time. And time is something you are lacking at the current moment.

Your silence is what causes his head to snap in your direction, giving you a confused look. “Oh are you giving me the silent treatment now?”

You know that he doesn’t mean it, but his words are causing you to seethe in your heels. Before you can make a comment that will cause another argument, you start heading towards the stairs, grabbing your keys by the table near the front hallway and throwing them into your clutch.

“Oh, come on! Catherine probably won’t even be there for another hour anyways!” His voice is right behind you, and before you can even think about it, you’ve pivoted on your heel, your hair whipping against your neck with the sheer force of your movements. 

“Enough! I’d like to get there before my perpetually late friend, and I don’t need you breathing down my fucking neck about it! Can you do that for me? Please?” You really didn’t mean to snap at him, but he’s been egging you on ever since you’ve asked him to get ready hours ago. 

You know that your boyfriend means well, and that he’s got enough on his plate as it is, and going to your forgetful best friend’s birthday dinner is probably the last thing of importance on his list—but you’ve done so much for him. You’ve flown out to shows, you’ve gone months without seeing him due to his demanding schedule, you’ve practically uprooted your life to accommodate his throughout your relationship. And, of course, it was all worth it—because he’s worth everything. But sometimes, especially times like this, you wish he would realize that and just do as you say.

And with one clipped nod, the nod he gives you when he’s surrendering to the argument, he reaches behind you for the front door and holds it open, allowing you to walk in front of him and head towards the car at the end of the driveway, trying your hardest to let the anger seep out of your skin.

***

You hate to say it, but Harry was right. Catherine was forty-five minutes late to her birthday dinner, and before it was over, she was already drunk enough to completely forget to thank you for putting the entire thing together. 

But you were far too proud to show your boyfriend that he was right, so instead of acknowledging the smug look he was shooting your way, you decide to order another drink and continue swallowing them down until you were drunk enough to forget how annoyed you were at the entire evening. When Catherine announces moving the party to the new club that opened downtown, you decided you were done, choosing instead to end the night early.

While you were waiting for the valet, you notice that Harry wasn’t as drunk as you were, but he was definitely drunk enough to let his hands rest low on your hips while his body enveloped yours, seemingly protecting you from the cold. His lips would brush your neck every now and then, and while you appreciated how touchy he got when liquor was in his veins, you were still annoyed at the unfinished argument the two of you had hours earlier.

“You look so beautiful tonight, baby. Can’t wait to take you home,” he whispers in your ear. You blame the shiver that racks your body on the wind, even though your insides were burning at the feeling of your boyfriend’s lips against the shell of your ear.You’re silent the entire car ride home, resting your head against the window as Harry’s hands splay against your exposed upper thigh uncovered by your short hemline. With every stop light, he would look over towards you, and you could feel the heat of his gaze every time he ogled your body in the short garment.

Ignoring Harry when you were mad at him was an entire feat in itself.

When he pulls into the driveway, you’re the first to spring out of the car, determined to put enough distance between the two of you so you aren’t tempted to let him win the argument. Harry knows this, because he knows how stubborn you can be. He loves this little game of yours that you play, and while he knows he’ll ultimately apologize to you in the end, watching the way you battle yourself with touching him and keeping your distance makes him only want to rip your clothes off more.

He sits on the loveseat in your bedroom while you rip your heels off and place them on the shoe rack in your closet. You're aware of his gaze, watching every step you take as you remove your earrings, plug your phone into the charger, run to the restroom to wash your face. His silence is irritating, but you’d be damned if you were the first to break it.

It’s once you’ve finally stripped out of your dress when Harry breaks.

“Christ, can you come here, please? You’re killing me, baby.” His voice is rough and you can hear the frustration laced in his words, and it’s enough to make you stare at him head on, hands gripping the undergarments gracing your hips, looking down at him with a stern look.

Harry does his hardest to hide the growing bulge in his pants at the sight of you.

“I’m still upset with you,” you utter, walking towards the loveseat slowly. You purposely matched your bra with your underwear, and it’s enough to cause Harry’s eyes to wander the expanse of your skin, holding back a groan at the sight of you.

“I’m sorry.” His voice sounds miles away, and you can tell that your body is distracting him. He’s not even looking into your eyes, and once his big hands reach out to grab your hips and pull you down on top of him, you immediately back away, removing his hands from your body.

“No touching. Not until you’ve apologized properly.” You know it’s wrong to tease him, but sometimes your boyfriend needs a little reminder of how to treat you when he’s been a bit unfair towards you. 

He frowns instantly, crossing his arms against his chest like a petulant child. It’s enough to cause you to snort, before crossing the room and laying on the bed, your back towards him and your front facing the window.

You can hear him shuffling around, most likely removing his clothes in favor of wearing his briefs to bed. And once the overhead light is off, just the light of the moon filtering through the room, you can feel his body hovering over yours in the bed, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

“Hate when you’re a tease,” he whispers against your neck, rolling your body so that you're completely under his, staring up into his dark eyes. 

You lock your arms around his neck. “Hate when you’re a prick,” you reply back, trying your hardest to suppress the moan urging itself out of your throat when his hands trace the swells of your breasts, before settling at the tops of your underwear.

“How many times do I have to apologize?” He says, his eyes locked on your body instead of your eyes. You know that he’s been wanting to see you naked all night, and while it makes your skin prickle with goosebumps, it’s not enough.

“Until you mean it.” You watch as he swears under his breath, before moving his hands behind your back to the clasp of your bra. He’s cautious, testing to see how you’ll react, wondering if this is still a game for you. And when you’re quiet, he takes that as affirmation, ridding you of your top layer before pressing his mouth against your newly exposed skin.

You bite your lip so hard until you can taste the metallic flavor of blood, trying your hardest to ignore Harry’s bulge growing against your upper thigh. His mouth is moving lower and lower, his hands kneading your exposed flesh, and it’s driving you absolutely mad to stay silent. But you’re still angry. And stubborn as a bull.

“You know I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt your feelings,” his lips are ghosting over your clothed center, and when your body twitches under his, he takes that as a sign to pull the lace from your skin, tossing it over his shoulder.

“Yeah, well you did, Harry.” Your voice comes out much more high-pitched than normal, and you know that it’s due to your boyfriend’s proximity to your heat. It’s coursing now, and Harry’s eyes flicker from your eyes to your exposed center.

“Didn’t mean it,” he’s distracted again, and before you can yell at him, you watch as his ringed fingers trickle from your navel down to your clit, before swiping against your folds. He’s testing you, wondering how long you’ll be upset with him. You’re still silent, because he doesn’t deserve you at your full-capacity, not when he’s still so cavalier about the way he treated you earlier.

When he removes his briefs and teases you with the tip, your hands immediately grip his shoulder blades forcefully, and the sting is enough to make him look at you for longer than a few seconds.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever…” he’s teasing you, knowing that you’ll eventually break. But your boyfriend is completely underestimating your stubbornness, and when he tries to turn you over so that your front is pressed into the pillows and your backside is in the air, the position that he craves the most, you clench your abdominal muscles and anchor yourself to the mattress.

You won’t be giving him that luxury today.

He says your name breathlessly, but you ignore it. Instead, you bring your mouth closer to his, before speaking instead of kissing him. “Need you to mean it, baby.”

Harry groans against your lips, his tip slipping in when you moved closer to his chest. His mind is moving a hundred miles a minute, trying to remember the exchange of words you both had hours earlier, wondering what he did to make you so upset.

You can tell that he’s thinking, and you decide to reward him by wrapping your legs around his waist, allowing him to slip further inside of you. You’re not that much of a monster.

“I do mean it! I’m sorry I made you late,” he’s stuttering and his eyes are completely blown out, and normally you’d kiss him at this moment when his length is almost completely enveloped by your heat. But he still isn’t understanding it. And you’re still mad.

“Not why I’m angry with you,” you say against the corner of his mouth, your breath hitching once he’s completely bottomed out inside of you. His brain is clouded over with lust, and trying to apologize at this moment is damn near impossible.

His hips start to rut against yours, and when he pulls back out and pushes inside of you once more, gathering a gentle rhythm, you dig your fingernails deeper into his skin to remind him that you are, in fact, still waiting for a decent apology.

Harry’s breathing your name in between moans, his lips inching towards yours desperately. He normally kisses you during sex, tangles his tongue with yours, pulls his teeth against your bottom lip, anything he can do to get closer to you. But you’re denying him of this luxury, and he’s growing more and more frustrated with each pump into you.

“Harry!” You’re not sure if it’s from pleasure or from the fact that he still can’t come up with the reason why you’re so upset with him. But once you’ve stilled under him, his eyes snap to yours, and he’s realizing then that he truly has been a bit of a dickhead tonight.

“Didn’t mean to make you late. Didn’t mean to egg you on. I know—fuck, I know Catherine is always late but that doesn’t mean you are. I know this was important to you. ‘M sorry I was such an asshole. You’re important to me. I love you, fuck baby, I love you too much. Can’t stand you being mad at me. Please.” He’s desperate, his words falling over your cheek in hot pants. His eyes dart between both your pupils, and you can tell that he needs you to understand his words. That he truly means them. That he needs you to fucking accept his apology because he’s about to burst inside of you, and his heart can’t take you not kissing him and looking at him the way you normally do.

You smile then, removing your hands from his shoulders and tangling them into his hair, bringing your lips to his. He sighs in your mouth, relief coursing through his veins. He starts pumping into you again, and you’re finally reciprocating, kissing his cheeks and his neck, whispering his name into his skin, telling him that you love him with each press further into the mattress.

And when he finally comes, you reward him with an open-mouthed kiss, your tongue tangling with his, whispering “I love you” until it settles into the back of his throat.

Because even though you’re stubborn, and even though Harry can be dim when it comes to apologies, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You love him far too much to let him go that easily, and when you’re cuddled into his chest and he’s running his fingers down your matted hair, you fall asleep knowing that you’re safe in his arms.

[missskzbiased]

The Hare and The Tortoise (Pt.2)

Genre: Suggestive, Mature/Smut, Oneshot, A little bit of Fluff

Pairing: Changbin x Reader x Han   [Feat. Jeongin but not sexually]

Word Count: ~5,6K

Female lead

TW: Pet name (Love/Princess), Dom!Idol (?), Sub!Reader (?), Exhibitionism, Dirty talking, Humiliation, Orgasm denying/edging, Public Place, Poli relationship

Notes: Well, I wasn’t planing on writing a part 2 but @spearb1108 suggested it and few days later my mind was like SHOOT, so there it is. You don’t need to read the (Pt 1) but it is here anyway haha

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    You couldn’t believe your own eyes.

    “I told you so” You looked at your boyfriend, his cocky smirk pissing you off immediately.

    Changbin gave you his knowing look, the kind of expression that pissed you in your daily life and made you want to wipe his bloody smirk off of his pretty face. Of course, you wouldn’t say this out loud but that same look could make your knees give out on spot as soon as he laid his hands on you… Sometimes he didn’t even need his hand, just the look, which, as humiliating as it was, made you beg for too many things inside and outside your bedroom in the past month.

   “Okay, Binnie, We all know I’m a slow bitch” Jisung whined, rolling his eyes as he reached you two “I don’t complain about you being tiny every time now, do I?” He mocked, smirking at his friend. Although Changbin always teased Han for walking behind, the youngest didn’t mind it, claiming that you can only fully enjoy some things in life when you take it slow. Just like the curve of that fine ass here, He liked to say before slapping your fine ass and grasping it, making Changbin roll his eyes every time, even though he knew what was coming.

   Changbin and Han were good friends and teammates, which made both of them quite childish with each other, a bunch of jokes and teasing going around even before the three of you began to date. So now that they weren’t just friends anymore, they were also your boyfriends, they decided to constantly compete with each other to get your attention, even though you gave much more than your attention to both of them repeatedly.

   “Guys, you’re ignoring our problem here” You reminded them, gesturing to the long line just in front of you “We have like… Fifteen minutes to get our tickets, and I don’t know what you think but I think we’re screwed” You sighed, both of them rested their hands on your shoulder, squeezing it gently “I wanted to watch this so much” You pouted, looking devasted to the line, knowing you would never do this on time.

    Or would you?

   “Y/N?” Someone chirped from behind you, making you turn your head. You beamed, mouth agape when you saw Jeongin right in front of you, his foxy features were as cute as you remembered them “I can’t believe it! It’s been so long!” He opened his arms for you, and you ran to him, giving him a tight hug as he spun you around, both of you laughing.

   “Oh my god! It has been ages!” You squealed as he finally let your feet on the ground, his hold firm on your waist “You’re taller now!” You chuckled, noticing your head were on the level of his shoulder when it used to be at his nose, your head tilting back to take a good look at him “Anyway, what are you doing here?! How is college?” He scoffed as you patted his arms and shoulders, like an aunt that didn’t see her nephew for weeks, inspective.

   “Well, College is standing right there, just as the architects and engineers planned” He joked, making you laugh “I’m kidding, It’s been good… I’m almost graduating my ass, thank god! I can’t stand being there anymore, I swear!” He let you go with a smile, a sigh leaving his lips before a mischievous smirk got on it “At least if you were still there with me… I miss my veteran!” You snorted at his whining, the back of his hand going to his forehead in a dramatic motion before he opened one of his eyes, checking your reaction “Anyway, how about you? What are you doing here?” He raised his brows, curious.

   “I think you can guess that alone” You spread your arms open while chuckling, swiveling to gesture to your surroundings, a Movie Theater, until your hand bumped onto someone. You turned around ready to apologize but it was just Changbin and Han, standing straight up behind you, their eyes evaluating your friend “We came here to watch a movie but one of us was too slow” You eyed Han, who didn’t even spare a glance at you, focused on Jeongin “And we will have to watch something else” You wailed.

   “Oh, it’s nice to meet you” He said with a warm smile, extending his hand to shake both of theirs. They were kind enough to shake it back, polite smiles on their faces, no signs of jealousy nor hostility towards the younger one “Are you her friend?” He asked curiously, making you panic.

   You weren’t prepared to let anyone know you had two boyfriends, afraid of the judgment.

   “No, actually we are her b—“ You interrupted Han quickly, your heart thumping on your chest like a drum.

   “No, They’re my best friends!” You laughed awkwardly, getting a laugh from Jeongin too, oblivious to what you had put yourself into.

   You could feel both of them tensing by your side.

   You turned your head around, checking their features, just to see a stern Changbin, eyes cold and sharp, refusing to look at you right now, and a louring Han, hurt painting his eyes as he looked straight into yours, questioningly. You sent them an apologetic smile, your eyes pleading for their understanding but neither of them seemed to buy your apologies, a scoff slipping through their lips at the same time.

   “Well, since I like you and they are your friends… I think I can help you out, what do you think?” Jeongin grinned at you, gesturing to the back door before wiggling his eyebrows. You could only beam, your eyes twinkled as you grabbed his arm, hopeful “I don’t work here for nothing” He snorted, not even waiting for your answer, as your reaction made it pretty clear, heading to the back door while you were telling him which movie you wanted to watch.

   “Let’s go to the last seat, the farthest from the screen” You could almost feel the smugness that gushed from his lips, his eyes buried into yours, mocking you silently, as he let an obnoxious smile find its way to his face “Is that okay, Jeongin?” He sneered, even though the younger one didn’t catch onto it, smiling as he agreed, confessing he liked those seats too.

  The movie had already started when you arrived, so the three of you thanked Jeongin silently, making your way upstairs as you eyed the place, noticing there wasn’t a lot of people to watch it, probably due to the fact it had been in theaters for quite a while now.

   The back seats were completely empty.

   Not a soul to be seen around.

   You were screwed.

   Changbin made his way first, sitting down and lifting his chin to watch you as you sat beside him, Han sitting next to you. You felt trapped. You pretended to be calm, fixing your eyes on the screen and paying attention to the movie, ignoring the glimpse of both of your boyfriends leering at you in your peripheral vision.

  “So… Best friends, hm?” Changbin leaned your way nonchalantly, voice down to a whisper as he looked at you. You did your best to not look back, a shiver running down your spine “Interesting way to call someone that fucks you every day” He spat, and you closed your eyes, breathing deeply.

  There was no way in hell he would let it go.

  “Yeah… Last time I checked, the only name she could call me was Sir” Han added, his tone mimicking Changbin’s, both of them were malicious, scorn dripping like venom from their mouths.

   It turned you on.

   Han let his hand fall to your thigh, hands trailing painfully slowly under your skirt, meeting your clothed core for a brief second before pulling away. You tightened your lips, pressing your thighs together, still refusing to look at them, hopeful that if you didn’t acknowledge your mistake, they would let it go eventually.  

  You were wrong.

  “You’re a brat” Jisung spat, his voice low and husky, it felt like the sound could dig its nail on your nape, your body stiffened “Didn’t I explicitly ordered you to come without it?” His hand trailed to your skirt again, finger hooking your underwear and pulling it upwards, the fabric rubbing against your clit. He held it like this for a while, expecting your answer.

  “W-What? You didn’t ask me this” Your eyes shot to him, dumbfound, body twitching when he pulled it a little harder. You should have known better than to answer like this. Changbin’s hand darted to your chin, holding it firmly as he guided you to look at him, contempt all over his features.

  “You’re right, he didn’t ask, he ordered it” He pulled your face closer, eyes focused on your lips before resuming to your eyes “That mouth of yours… Where are you learning to talk back like this, Love? Aren’t you tired to get punished every single time?” He looked at you disappointed, a sigh leaving his lips as he let go of your chin.

   “She likes to get punished because she’s a whore” Han’s lips hovered over your left ear, his voice raspy and mean, the soft graze on your earlobe enough to make you squirm “I think we’re not fucking her enough, Binnie… She can’t even remember my name” he bit your earlobe softly, pulling it with his teeth briefly before letting it go, tensing your body right away, the need to be touched by them increasing by the second “Or maybe we’re fucking her too much… She can’t even remember my orders” He taunted, his hot breath teasing the helix of your ear “Are you saying I didn’t send you a message about this, Princess?”

   Oh? Was that what he was talking about? Of course, you remembered the message just fine. It was a simple statement of how much he wanted you to get rid of your underwear and go out with him, so he could take you there and then, making you cum in front of everyone and claim you as his. You remembered far too well how you answered with a wink emoji and a silent promise that you both would do it someday.

   A day he didn’t settle yet.

   “We didn’t… We didn’t decide when we…” You babbled, trying to reasoning but he cut you off by pulling your panties harder, moving it side to side so it would flicker your clit. You let out a gasp, surprised by the motion, shutting your eyes, hoping you could control your voice today.

  “Oh no, Love…” Changbin pitied mockingly, leaning closer to your ear, letting his breath fan over there for a second before he let a soft kiss on your temple “You were so excited to watch this movie… Keep your eyes on the screen” His tone was demanding and you opened your eyes right away, focusing them ahead, pressing your thighs together once more, grinding on your panties unwillingly, although the friction hit you deliciously, making you gulp down.

   “Take them off” Jisung ordered, letting go of your underwear, both of them retracted themselves, sitting straight up again. You looked around, just to check if someone was looking, and Changbin glared at you, a silent scold for averting your eyes from the screen. You lifted yourself just enough to take off the piece, letting it to your feet, which didn’t please Han, who took it off completely and rested it beside him “Now spread your legs” He demanded.

   You complied, hoping they would have mercy on you from now on.

   “Now she’s a good girl” Changbin scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval “You should know better, Love” He sighed, his hand caressing your thigh gently, an arousing contrast from his harsh tone “We knew you were a slut… But I never pictured you as a dumb slut like this” He grasped your thigh, watching your lips quivering, your arousal being impossible to hide at this pace.

   Worse than being humiliated by them was craving for it.

   Both Changbin and Jisung knew how you liked when they talked to you like this, when they ordered you around, gripped you, aroused you, teased you… That was the only thing they didn’t argue about. It was like they were set on teasing themselves all day long until they needed to tease you, so they acted like friendly brothers.

   Not a second later, Jisung’s hand slapped your thigh softly, startling you with the sound, your eyes roaming around the place again, just so both of them grasped your thighs as a silent warning you should be watching your movie. You swallowed dryly, eyes down to the screen again.

   Han was the patient one, so you weren’t surprised as he caressed your skin slowly, trailing the path to your heat with an insufferable rhythm that made you want to hold his hand and place it right on your cunt. Changbin on the other hand was impatient, and he used his grip on your leg to pull it to him, spreading you to whoever wanted to see it.

   “You have to take your time” Han tsked, caressing your skin right next to your outer labia, lingering there with a featherlike touch that made you arch your back, the contrasting feeling of the gentleness of his fingers and the roughness of your leg being tugged getting to your head “She likes it slow…” His lips found your neck, a soft kiss after another slowly drawing his path.

  You let your head fall to the side, giving him access to your skin, craving for his contact.

  “No… She likes it rough” Changbin corrected smugly, his hold on your leg tightening as his other hand scratched your inner thighs from your knees to your core, his fingers bristling over there, the brief touch being too much to take. You closed your eyes, drowning in the intoxicating feeling that knotted your stomach, just to have your chin grabbed again “Are you fucking deaf? Keep your eyes on the damn screen, Y/N” He buried his nose on the crook of your neck, rousing you.

   You didn’t know if you should tilt your head to Han’s side to give Changbin some space to work on you, or if you should stay still, getting off by the gentle sucks Han was giving to your neck.

   “S-Sorry, Master” You said quickly, panting, and you felt his smirk against your collarbone before he bit you. Han perked up to the name, breaking away from you as he looked at you with disappointment all over his face, pulling your leg to his lap, just like Changbin, spreading your legs fully apart.

  “What an ungrateful brat…” He sighed “Here I am being nothing but loving to you and you can’t even thank me… You just obey him, hm?” You tried to look at him but Changbin grip held you in place, so you just darted your eyes to Jisung, guilty.

  “Thank you, Sir” Your throat dried, voice sounding husky and needy, even to your ears. You couldn’t wait for what they were going to do, what they would submit you to. Jisung’s fingers teased your entrance, and it was like all the blood rushed there, your senses enhancing greatly.

   Maybe it was the blood pulsing down there or maybe it was the arousal that made you sensitive to everything but you could feel the cold air that filled the room kissing your folds, the strange sensation sending a shiver up to your neck, feeling like they were blowing softly at your insides, preparing you for what was going to come.

   If they didn’t tune it down it would be you.

   You could come undone at any moment now.  

   And they didn’t even touch you yet.

   “Look at this, she’s dripping” Jisung inserted two fingers at once, not even worried about how you would take it, knowing you could take them far too well. He wasn’t even surprised as his fingers slid easily into you, retracting them to show how they glistened against the weak lightning from the screen, his tongue darted to his lips unconsciously.  

   He scissored his fingers, a thin string of your juices connecting them, hanging in the air until it molded to his fingers again. Changbin let out a groan, eyes fixed on Jisung’s fingers, and you could feel how his grip on your leg was starving, his hand letting go of your chin to grab Han’s wrist, pulling it closer to your mouth, and you stuck out your tongue in unrequested obedience that made both of them grunt.

  “You’re so filthy” Changbin muttered under his breath, letting go of Han’s hand as the younger boy tapped your tongue with his fingers, a silent order that you complied eagerly, licking them hungrily, tongue embracing his digits “I won’t lie, Love… I wanted to taste you right now…” He whispered in your ear, tantalizing “… But you’re so dirty… So damn needy… That only a slut like you would get off from it” You twitched, his hand found its way to your core, fingers smearing all your cunt, spreading the wetness to all the corners he could reach.

   You let out a choked moan, muffled by Jisung’s fingers.

   “Do you want everyone to hear how lewd you are?” Han chuckled, taking his fingers out of your mouth to press them against your clit, staying still right there, waiting for you to buck your hips forward “I should make you earn it, Princess” He cooed, a pout on his lips, his eyes mocking your eagerness, even though you stood still like the good girl you needed them to acknowledge you were at this point “But you’re already so pitiful… Spread like that… Anyone could caught you right now, maybe that little friend of yours… Can you imagine how shocked he would get? Seeing you like the whore you really are? Expecting your best friends to fuck you instead of watching your movie like a good girl?” He punctuated each one of his arguments with an impossibly slow flick on your clit, the friction set you on fire.

    You held on to every string of strength and sanity you could gather inside you, eyes shutting, a vain attempt to regain your focus, to try to hold back as best as you could. Changbin’s raspy voice pulled you back from your bliss, his fingers moving inside you at a merciless pace, thrusting into you over and over again, the soft and lewd sounds of his ministrations getting the best of your mind.

   Their fingers were just like them.

   Jisung’s fingers were slender, beautiful and teasing just like him, also longer than Changbin’s fingers, and way too slower… Han took his time, torturing your senses, each circle he rubbed tightened the coil that was building up on you, ready to snap at any moment. Changbin’s fingers were short but thick, fast workers that liked to edge you relentlessly, abusing you like Han never could do. Still, the mix of their touches, slowness and fastness together, making you unable to distinguish what you felt, ripping your mind apart to the point you couldn’t even care if someone would see you like this, ruined.

   You couldn’t focus on anything else.

   “Open your eyes and watch the movie like a good girl, Love” He demanded “Han and I can’t watch it while taking care of you, can we? It’s the least you can do… Tell us what happened while we did you” His whispers sent shivers down your spine again, shivers that bumped into the pinch of your stomach, enough to trigger the beginning of your orgasm.

  You shot your hands to your mouth, muffling the moan that was bound to come.

   But it never did.

   Their hands stopped on their tracks, departing from you immediately, all the blissful sensations built up on you fading away like they were never there to begin with, just your clenching core, desperately trying to grasp something that wasn’t there anymore, as a reminder of what you had just lost.

   “First, you don’t use your hands to muffle your voice, Princess” Han threatened, lowering his voice to the point that you could come just from hearing it “Second, you want to watch this movie so much… How can we just make you lose it like this? We’re not that mean, are we? We’ll allow you to watch it as you wanted, and only then you’ll get to cum for us, okay?” His instructions were sickeningly sweet, the mockery hidden as sympathy that made you want to beg for it right now.

   You wanted to cum right now.

   You craved for it.

   And that was exactly why you kept your mouth shut.

   “Yes, Sir” You agreed, swallowing down any wishes you wanted to voice out, any remarks you would like to do, like the obviously bulge both of them held, that could fit right in your hands. They were louder than you, and you knew it, the urge to expose them lingered right there in the back of your mind, make them moan your name… And yet, you needed to cum later.

  So you stood there, legs apart, hands down, eyes focused on the screen.

  Wet like a fucking pool.

  “Good girl” Changbin praised, kissing your temple “You’re so good for us that it makes me want to fuck you right now and end your suffering, Love” He confessed, soft kisses trailing down to your neck and then to your collarbone, sucking the exposed skin lightly.

  “So do it” You risked, eyes unwavering ahead, trying to make some sense from the images displayed before you. You ignored the fluttering feeling inside your stomach, satisfied by the attention you were getting, the soft kisses making you melt inside and yearn for more. You ignored their chuckles, amused by your keenness, mocking you. Lastly, you ignored the dignity you wished you have on you, allowing the sudden rush of arousal to take over your body when they sneered at you.

  “That’s what you want? To be fucked here? Do you want poor Jeongin to come in and watch you cumming for us?” He pouted, teasing you with a feigned pity that enraged you. Was that so hard to just give you what you wanted?

  “I don’t give a fuck to Jeongin” You spat.

  “Watch your tone” He warned you, quirking his brow at your sudden snap. You scoffed, not once averting your eyes from the screen, smirking as you caught a glimpse of his uneasy frown, confused by your behavior.

  “I’m watching the movie right now, sorry” You scorned, a smug grimace taking over your features. Changbin laughed at the retort but Jisung didn’t seem to like it, his fingers buried in your thighs, warningly. When you heard him snort, you knew he was up to something. His fingers met your folds again, rubbing circles that quickly brought back your hunger.

  “Looks like someone has an admirer” You darted your eyes to where he pointed with his head, Changbin’s fingers resumed his previous motions, burying inside you immediately when he caught on with Han’s plan. You and Jeongin met eyes for a few seconds, He was standing right in the corner of the exit, several rows of seats blocking your body from his view, a shy wave on your way showed he was there just to see you.

   You kept a straight face.

   “Do you think he will risk it? Come here to talk to you?” Changbin spoke on your ear as if he was a friend gossiping with you. Jeongin certainly believed they were teasing you about his presence, the chuckles both of your boyfriends shared for an entirely different reason must have looked like a hint for him because he made mention to approach you, fully revealing himself from behind the corner “What is it?” He mocked you “She’s soaking, Han… I think our whore wants to be seen”

   You never heard Changbin sounding so damn sexy before.

   As Jeongin trailed his path upstairs, you could only hope they would let go of your legs, let you press them tightly, and act like you weren’t about to come at a public place like… You gulped down at the thought, trying your best not to roll your eyes back as you felt your high approaching quickly, bitting your lips to the point you felt an ironish taste in your mouth. As if God decided to spare you from further humiliation, some coworker of him appeared out the corner, tapping his shoulders and motioning to him, asking for help with something you couldn’t care less.

   Thank god!

   Your happiness faded away with your denied orgasm.

   Again.

   They retreated their hands, acting all innocent. You felt tears prickling your eyes, frustration washing over you, the urge to finish the job yourself, and send them to hell. You groaned, agitated, the holding on your thighs preventing you from pressing them to get any friction at all. They looked at you delighted by your struggle, smiling when they felt your squirm under their grip.

   The silence and the lack of touches made you grumpy, eyes buried into screen even though you couldn’t pay attention to it anymore. Every now and then they brushed their fingers over your skin, teased you for just a little bit, grasped your flesh but none of it was enough to edge you again. When the female lead started to run under the rain after a bunch of needless issues that could end her relationship and the male lead ran after her, you knew the movie was finally reaching its end, and so did Changbin and Jisung.

   You bit your lips as soon as they touched you again, ready to finally get your deserved release.

   Jisung flickered your clit slowly, giving each one of the strokes a featherlike pressure, making you buck your hips forwards, craving for him, while Changbin abused you without any mercy, his fingers curling to reach places you didn’t even know that needed to be touched, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You let your head fall back just to shot it up again, focusing on the screen, afraid they would retreat no.

   The motion didn’t go unnoticed to Changbin, who chuckled, fastening his ministrations.

   “Such a good girl for me” He praised, voice raspy against your jaw, before sucking your skin “I can’t wait to get home, Love… I want to hear your voice… I want you to call me Master… “ He punctuated every sentence with a new suck, trailing to your ear, a strangled moan leaving your lips, soft enough to go unnoticed “I want you to beg for me” He sucked on your earlobe, and you shut your eyes for a moment, mouth falling agape.

   “P-Please, fuck me, Master” You complied, his thrusts increasing, fingers scissoring you from inside, curling and grinding you “Ruin me, Master” You pleaded, tears finding their way to your eyes, blurring your vision. Changbin groaned next to you, hopefully as frustrated as you were earlier, which made you smile through your shivering, your high approaching at lightning speed.

   “Don’t use your hands, Princess” Han voiced hoarsely next to your ear as soon as he saw your hands raising to muffle your voice, clearly affected by your body quivering “I didn’t think you would handle it so well…” He admitted, kissing your jaw, just like Changbin had “Although you did talk back to me a few times…” When you felt his fingers threatening to leave, your eyes teared again.

    “Please, Sir, Please!” You hissed, the lowest you could be, desperate “Please, forgive me, Sir! I need it… I need to cum” You pleaded, glossy eyes unfocusing, your mind too far gone to care about your dignity anymore “Please, let me cum” You tried again, delighted when his finger pressed against you and flicked your clit eagerly, determined to get you off.

   You felt the coil in your stomach tightening quickly, arching your back as you felt the knot was ready to unravel, the pleasure clouding your mind. It was like steam was oozing out of each pore of your skin, the thin coat of sweat glistening your neck and chest even though the room was cold, which just added to the pot.    

“You’ve earned it, Princess… Cum for us” Jisung demanded, sucking your earlobe and that was it, you came undone.

 You couldn’t point out what it was.

 If it was the cold air blowing you, the husky voice of your boyfriends, the endearing sensation of them sucking lightly onto your earlobe, just like they would do to your clit if they could right now, the vehement thrusts of your boyfriend digits, the passionate stroke your other boyfriend gave to your clit… You didn’t even care.

  Your body jolted forward when your orgasm hit you violently, body shaking vigorously, hands shooting to the seat right in front of you, nails digging in it, trying to hold on for dear life. You pulled yourself forward, both of your boyfriends jolting with you to steady you, preventing you from falling, and buried your teeth in the headrest of the seat, muffling your voice, as their ministrations didn’t slow down by one bit.

  You heard them gasp before Changbin bit your shoulder lovingly and Jisung trailed your back with small kisses.

  You trembled uncontrollably, watching through your glossy eyes as the credits began to roll on the screen, blurred figures popped up from their seats, and you could only hope they didn’t look back, because there was no way you could pretend you weren’t cumming right now. They finally slowed down their motions, helping you ride out from your high, until they finally stopped, letting your mind collect itself.

  “I didn’t use my hands” You joked tiredly, feeling a string of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. You threw your body back to the seat, sighing relieved, a bright smile making its way to your face, even though you felt like a filthy bastard right now. You panted heavily, trying to recompose yourself, heart blowing into your chest, all the thrilling and risks of being caught finally filling your head “Holy shit, what have we done?” You widened your eyes.

  “That’s a little bit too late for that” Jisung laughed, picking up your underwear and wiping your cunt, making you whimper “Sorry, Princess” He smiled apologetic at you, fixing your skirt.

   “Can you walk?” Changbin asked worried, making you chuckle, as he helped you to get your feet on the ground, wobbling knees showing you that you couldn’t.

  “It’s a little bit too late for that” You teased, the bliss clouding any bad feelings you could have right now “I love you” You blurted out “Both of you” You added, getting as an answer soft kisses on our temple and then on your cheek.

   “We love you too” They said at the same time, resting their heads on your shoulder and holding your hands, rubbing small circles on them, before they brought it to place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You giggled, amused by how both of them could be so sweet and so filthy at the same time. You three stood there, watching people leaving the room as you recomposed, your legs little by little regaining their strength.

   “I think I’m good now” You stated, holding your palm up for Han “Give me my underwear and let’s go home” You smiled but you got a scoff from him as he got up from his seat and extended his empty hand for you to take. You accepted it, confused, getting up and being followed by Changbin, who smirked at Han knowingly.

  “You won’t need it when we get home” He assured you slyly, making you blush “And I think a certain friend of yours may need it” You widened your eyes as he let the piece back, adorning your sticky seat, “So he can understand that this beautiful and sweet slut over here is taken by two incredible boyfriends there are more than enough to please her” He intertwining your fingers.

  Changbin copied his motions, guiding you through the stairs as your eyes darted back to the seat, completely embarrassed. Jisung followed you from behind, as usual, laughing as he saw Jeongin entering the room smiling, waving at you. You nodded at him, blushing, and averted your eyes, praying for god that you could never meet him ever again. He passed you, stopping in his tracks and turning back, voice unsure.

  “Hm… Do you want to go on a date someday?” You looked at him flabbergasted, mouth opening and closing as you couldn’t find anything to say. Jisung chuckled, giving him pity eyes before sighing.

   “She can’t… She’s dating” He informed, making the youngest shot his brows up, surprised “Sorry, buddy” He shrugged. You closed your eyes as the three of you went downstairs, heart thumping madly as you were afraid of him finding his gift before you could be away. Jisung walked slowly behind you and you could feel him turning once in a while until you and Changbin reached the corner of the exit, relief washing over you.

  “Holy shit” You heard him squeaking, taken aback, and you shrank as you kept walking.

  “I wish I could see his face” Changbin sighed, not embarrassed by one bit while you could only feel the dampness forming again between your thighs, praying it wouldn’t leak out from you before you got to the car.

 “See? You can only fully enjoy some things in life when you take it slow…” He joked, slapping your ass hardly “And if you really wanna know, it was priceless”

[oftenderweapons]

The Power Couple - maknae line

Pairing: maknae line member x reader

Wordcount: 1.0k words

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, (JK’s a tiny bit angsty but also humour), 

Rating: suggested 18+

Hi, I’m finally back with the maknae line version. I thought I would have loved to explore how the couple would interact in more public situations, especially when under pressure because of fan, photographers and press, what kind of vibe would they emit, what they would do, whether they felt nervous etc.  TRIGGER WARNINGS: smut, only mentioned or suggested, with some mildly kinky stuff going on in Jimin’s scenario (that boy is filthy as hell), Taehyung is in Love™️, please don’t kill his vibe (and don’t bite his head off), softest angst in Jungkook’s piece, slight invasion of privacy, insecure Googie who wished he were a normal boy feat. mild exhibitionism and very loving Lowkey Kinky girlfriend. 

Enjoy!

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Jimin

The first thing you noticed was the fans, phones out, recording and snapping pictures of you.

The second thing you noticed was the little groups of celebrities, influencers and models chatting, exchanging greetings and fashionable “bisoux”. It actually intimidated you.

“Don’t worry about those. We steer away. I’ll just say hi to a few friends. You’ll like them, they’re not that bad.” He said with a teasing grin.

You were at Paris Fashion Week, attending Chanel’s special runway, with your amazing boyfriend. He had personally styled your look, your matching apple green skirt and jacket paired with a plain white t-shirt. At your feet a very daring combination of white ankle socks and black leather loafers. On your slightly tanned skin -- thanks to your holiday together -- the palette of colours looked absolutely amazing, giving you a fashionable but also a classic look. His signature all-black look today was made of skinny black pants, a sleeveless turtleneck tucked in and, just like you, black leather loafers.

You were actually pretty glad he had that turtleneck in his luggage: explaining the bruises on his neck would have been impossible. Paris, Jimin and champagne were a deadly combination for your libido and it had been sheer luck that you had managed to exit the room this morning. You had spent the last twenty hours or so in bed, macarons delivered to your suite together with wine and chocolate covered strawberries. As if you hadn’t just spent a week in the middle of nothing, on a private island, enjoying nothing but each other, someplace where Jimin could just hang out naked all day long, being nothing but your pet, making as much noise as he wanted. And you had enjoyed listening to his every whine and scream. It had been amazing.

Coming back to civilization had made you jumpy, and seeing him back to his usual social butterfly personality slightly ticked you off. Your own personality didn’t quite fit the socialite in the spotlight, and you weren’t absolutely comfortable with the way everyone seemed focused on the two of you.

The photographers kept calling his name and he kept stopping for them, looking at you with nothing but sin in his eyes, his intentions unmistakeable. He let his fingers dance on your inner wrist, knowing how that makes your skin tingle and your nerves catch fire.

How could you possibly let that brat go unnoticed? Of course you would remember this for later, when you'd be back to your room. Still, when he stopped once more, putting his hand on your waist, you latched your thumb on one of his back belt loops, the rest of your hand spread wide on his glute and hip. The half coy, half obscene smirk on his face made you melt a little more, and you felt embarrassed that such a small thing had you actually turned on. He bit his lip. Little teasing brat.

You entered the venue after a few greetings to glossy-haired, glass-skinned demigods, wide california smiles plastered on their faces, beautiful and scary. Jimin was polite as usual, dismissing some guys with a cold, formal manner. As you sat on front row, he bent to your ear, grazing your earlobe with his plump lips. “You look beautiful. The only true queen out there.” He nuzzled in your hair. “Can I put my hand on your leg or will you drag me to the closest bathroom to eat you out?”

“You are walking on very thin ice, Jiminie.” You replied before laying your hand heavily against his knee, your fingers reaching for his inner thigh. Distracted by your touch he didn’t notice the way you leaned in. “Enjoy sitting while you still can, baby brat.” You smiled innocently, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Oh, come on, what did I do?” Your conversation went on undisturbed, no one around there understanding his native language, except for the bodyguards, who were otherwise occupied, or who were not interested in your anthem.

“I’ll make you a list once we’re in our room.” Once more he used his flirty smile on you. “And trust me, no chance of you getting away with it this time.” You continued.

Suddenly you were interrupted by a photographer, asking you for a picture. You posed with a kind smile on your face, Jimin’s arm around your shoulders. “Big smile, kitty.” You said, before the flash lit up and caught him midlaugh, cutely collapsing on your shoulder. The photograper took a few more pictures, thanking you and moving on.

He recomposed himself, drawing closer this time. You grabbed his chin with two fingers delicately. You could only imagine what everyone could think of the two of you. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” You asked, a little roughly.

He giggled flirtatiously. You figured all the macarons must have made him sweetly poisonous. “You must love me a lot.” He put his hand on your thigh, contrary to your warnings. “But I love when you manhandle me a little.” He started kneeding on the soft flesh there. “So I really hope you’ll give me the punishment you’ve promised me later--” he stopped and exhaled sinfully, “-- mommy.”

For the rest of the show he was restless in his chair, impatient to have you again.

Taehyung

“Oh my god, Namjoon will bite my head off if we’re late.”

“Is my lipstick okay?” You asked panicked.

He came up close, staring at your lips. “You’re incredible. It’s perfect.”

“I should have bitten your head off.”

“Such a shame you love it.” He commented with an arrogant smile. He helped you up and leaned against your ear. “You love both of them.” He said, tucking himself in and fixing his clothes.

Of course he was right. Of course you were just done taking him in your mouth, trusting him enough not to mess your dress. It was an avalanche of deep blue chiffon. Tonight you were attending a charity event in a popular art gallery celebrating the opening of a new building for recreational use. Your dress resembled the dark twirls of Van Gogh’s starry skies, punctuated with small rhinestones; Taehyung had bought it for you, leaving it on your bed before you got ready for the event. When you had seen it you had felt slightly conflicted between your own pick and his choice, but seeing his own blue silk tuxedo, you gave up any hesitation, slipping into the dress -- which unsurprisingly fit you perfectly -- after letting him choose your underwear first.

“Do I look messed up?” You asked again, at which he fixed a loose strand of your hair delicately before bending down to kiss you. The kiss wasn’t chaste at all.

“I wished we had more time...” He commented, accompanying you to the ensuite and turning you towards him, fixing your makeup under your eyes and on your chin.

“Do you think they’ll notice if I get under your dress during dinner?” He grinned and tapped a humid towel around your mouth, kissing you once more.

“Depend on whether I can keep a straight face or not.” You caressed his face and caught his wrists.

“Well, then we’re fucked.” Yeah, his head game was that strong. No keeping a straight face at that. And he knew.

You laughed together at that. You looked at yourself in the mirror. “God, I need to know what lipstick she used. It’s still there. No smudge, no stain. It’s perfect.”

“That’s because you’re perfect.” He kissed your forehead. “Let’s go. They’re gonna kill us.”

“We’re not that late. Plus I’m sure we can still beat Jimin.” You grabbed your purse on the way out of the bedroom.

“Wait babe.” He said, “I--” He had been distracted. This should have gone in a very, very different way.

You stilled, waiting for him to talk. “Tonight might be difficult.” He wished he had been patient. He wished he had more time. The plan was to give you something that might keep everyone off you. Insecurity invaded him. All the men who would be seeing you tonight… The small box felt heavy in his hand. “And I--” God, he had a talk, a whole discourse. “Just, it’s not like-- I intend to do this properly, sometime in the future. This is just-- A promise thing. I want us to wear these.” He fumbled with the lock, his eyes blowing wide open as the box fell to the floor and a tinkling sound echoed in the hall.

You threw yourself at it, noticing the thick platinum band covered in blue shiny stones rolling on the floor. You saved it right before it hid under the wardrobe.

In the meantime he had clutched the box to his chest, protecting the other half of the pair with his body.

You smiled widely. Rings. Actual rings.

“It’s not like, wedding. Though I absolutely intend to. I mean, to propose. Not today.” He sounded like a broken record, his words interrupted and mechanic. “It means I love you, and you got me, and I got you. That’s all.” He looked like a lost puppy.

"Come here, darling." You say quietly.

He looks absolutely terrified, approaching you like you were about to punish him.

"I love you. And I really hope that someday we will be wearing another kind of matching rings." You kissed his scrunched brow. "Let me put this on you, yes?"

He offered you his hand.

"I don't want to promise too much. I can only promise that I'll always take care of you, protect you and be loyal to you." You slipped his band on.

"Uhm--" He fumbled with the box some more until you held it for him as his shaking hand took off the ring. The thin circlet was lined with small blue crystals, dominated by a bigger stone of the same colour. The overall blue theme was really soothing, and it was also what kept it from looking too much like a proposal ring.

"____, I promise you to give my heart to you, and to hold yours with care, I promise to stay close to you and love you as long as you allow me to." His voice was deep but slightly shaking, which made you really emotional.

You offered him your hand, helping you wear the ring.

You observed how it fit you. You knew it wasn't sheer luck. He probably had taken one of your rings for measurements.

You smiled at him and intertwined his hands. "Joon is going to kill us."

"He's a sucker for romance, he'll probably get teary eyed." He commented. Taehyung kissed your cheek. "Let's go, I've got a beautiful girlfriend to show to the world." His smile was radiant.

Jungkook

"Baby, can you please come?" He called you to the sofa. Probably he just wanted some company while he was playing games. Maybe he just wanted someone to play with.

You reached the end of the corridor leading from the bedrooms to the open space living room. "What's up Koo?"

"Look."

A gossip TV-show was talking about the two of you and your recent holiday.

"The couple was spotted in an exclusive resort in Thailand, the BTS member spoiling his partner with a sweet summer getaway. As you can see they had plenty of time for some steamy romance on the beach." The description was accompanied by a small clip of you kissing, water lapping around your calves, the whole picture absolutely innocent and appropriate, and of course the press had to spice things up, exaggerating everything about the two of you. "The sweethearts have also been caught sharing a bit more than an innocent smooch during a canoeing excursion." And of course you weren't canoeing, but rather paddle boarding, you resting your head on Jungkook's chest as you basked in the sun. These people were outright ridiculous.

"They must be desperate for a scoop." You commented, sitting beside Jungkook, as he cuddled into you. "Are you okay baby?"

"I'm just thinking what if we had been less careful?"

You kissed his head and caressed his hair softly. "But we were careful."

"I almost fucked you on the beach." He lifted his head from his chest.

"Having a hard on and pressing it against my bum while kissing my neck is hardly almost fucking, Koo." You touched his neck and shushed him back towards your bosom.

"We've been dating publicly for like a month and we've already been on the news four times."

"God, the strip club scandal was exhilarating." You reckoned.

"The whole picture was a work of art." He commented. "After the fright I kinda hoped I could meet the one who photoshopped it."

"Do you think they could send us a copy? It looked so hot," you said appreciatively.

"You looked so hot, with that cliché pink bob cut." He looked up at you from under his lashes.

"Got a new kink, baby? Stripper role play?" You smiled teasingly.

He blushed violently. "Not really. But you really looked hot with that hair." He toyed with your loose locks. "Even though I love your hair long."

"I can only wonder why." You let him in his comfort zone, still cuddling him.

"And then that time they spotted us outside the hotel."

"As if we needed an hotel to get laid." He said, half disappointed.

"And I was wearing your sweater, don't forget the kinky detail." You joked as he broke in giggles. "'Cause of course, if I'm wearing your sweater we must have done the nasty."

He started laughing even more. "Done the nasty, God that actually broke me."

"Next time we meet for lunch with my parents we'll tell them we're doing the nasty." You murmured in sarcasm.

"My mother called me that night asking me why I was taking you to an hotel when we've been sharing an apartment for almost a year." He said. "I told her we were there to meet your parents. She said she was glad I could get laid at my place."

You both exploded in laughter. His mom is great.

"Did you tell her you tried to corrupt me on a beach in Thailand?" You joked some more.

"Fuck, she'd laugh her eyes off." He kissed your breastbone innocently.

"They love making a fuss about us." You commented, combing his hair delicately.

"I don't understand why they can't let us be. If I want to take you bare against my window that's our fucking business. Wanna get naked in a private beach in the middle of nowhere, fucking let me!" He was getting upset and he sounded so absurdly cute.

"Bare against a window, uh?"

He blushed to the tip of his ears, half frustrated, half shy.

You loved his cute slip ups, when his more dominant persona jumped out.

"It's-- You know, we don't have to do it, I was just saying it as a joke." But his shy expression said otherwise.

"I don't oppose to it." You replied quietly.

He shuddered a little, but changed the topic of the conversation. "Sometimes I just wished it only the two of us. I wished we could just be two kids twenty and in love."

You already knew what he would say next. "No, I just want this strange normality with you. No other man could love me like you, you know it. And I don't want anything but you. But this."

This time you ignored all the sweet pressing of lips for an intense kiss, mouth against mouth, your hand already insinuating under his sweater.

"I promise you I'll find a more private location next time we go in holiday." He murmured, his voice covered in guilt.

"It's okay. As long as you're okay with it. We're a power couple. They can't help but watch."

"You looked incredible with that bikini, it would have been a shame if they didn't look." He kissed your jaw.

He meditated in silence for a couple seconds. You waited for him to drop his idea. "Do you think they'll see if we do the nasty in our balcony?"

You both laughed out loud. "Let's go."

[chloroformthelittleb4stard]

Family Relations - Part 4

Summary: Your criminology teacher is acting all kinds of weird, which is the norm, except for the part where his eyes glaze over and he tries to kill someone. Stiles, the hero he is, tries to stop your professor with little avail until he gets some unnoticeable help from you. Stiles seems to find himself with you at the location of multiple attacks, just barely making it out alive. Through the bloodshed feelings, family, and friends mix to create a perfect blend of chaos and calm.

T/CW: Blood, gore, like a lot of fucking gore, swearing, body horror?

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I hope it's worth it. This is a long chapter but because the first part is short I put a time skip in the middle of it, that's what the = means. P.S - Happy mother's day!

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You'd convinced him to stay with you for the night because of what you were absolutely sure Allison and Scott's "after-pack-meeting" activities would include. It wasn't hard, as soon as you mentioned the prospect of Stiles' precious sleep being interrupted by their shenanigans he was on board with staying at yours. Your dorm had two beds, you'd been lucky and not gotten a roommate, a blessing and a curse really. You'd laid the sheets out and gotten your extra pillow, all ready for Stiles to get to sleep. The only problem was, Stiles wasn't particularly interested in sleep yet. You'd had a long day, mostly it was just that bout of magical fighting that wore you out but still, you were tired, and Stiles simply didn't want to be in silence.

"So, Y/n..." You'd been listening to the sound of Stiles fidget like mad, and you were wondering when he was going to snap and finally talk to you.

"Yes." Your tone was smooth and song-like. Despite needing sleep desperately you wanted to talk to Stiles, he was fun to talk to. You'd always been kind of a loner, it was easier to stay hidden that way, but you didn't need to hide with Stiles and it felt fucking amazing.

"What's D.C like?" He didn't look at you when he asked, staring straight up at the ceiling, but you were happy to stare at him, studying the moles on his cheek and the way his hair laid against the pillow.

"It's, interesting." He snorted, turning to you as you whipped your head away so you didn't get caught staring.

"Care to elaborate on that?" He had a dopey smile on his face, looking at your side profile like his life depended on it while he waited for you to respond. You felt his gaze burning your skin, it was a burn you could get used to.

"I don't know what you want me to say. Traffic's a bitch if you live in D.C, that's for sure. It took me half a hour to go eight miles from my house to school." He sucked in a breath at the statement, like simply hearing about traffic that bad was physically paining him.

"Good thing is if you live in the city you don't really need a car. My mom didn't have a car, neither did any of my babysitters, so we took the metro and the subway everywhere." He hummed, like the thought of the subway actually pleased him.

"I'm going to be in the city, that's for sure. FBI headquarters is on Pennsylvania ave." His muttering made you giggle, surprised that he knew so much about the landscape.

"You've been there before?" Your smile was wide from laughter and you didn't even care if you looked like an idiot, you were having fun.

"Yeah, once. I looked at going to George Washington so when I toured we stopped by. It's a really ugly building by the way, they should fix that." He was quirking a smile as well, glancing between you and the ceiling to try and look discreet.

"Yeah they should." You were trying to be quiet for the sake of your dorm mates but you were having trouble, Stiles was funny and it felt so good to laugh. You hadn't laughed like this in years, always too stressed to find anything amusing.

"So, what's is like rooming with Scott?" He made a vague hum of mediocrity, shrugging and leaving it at that.

"Care to elaborate on that?" You giggled using his words against him.

"It's good, we've been like brothers since we were little kids so it's really not that big of a difference. We spent a lot of time together at my house because my dad was gone a lot so living with him is kinda familiar." You felt a pang of sympathy when he said his dad was away, you thought back to your dad and how absent he'd been. The memories cut off almost as suddenly as they'd started.

"What about your mom?" He took a deep breath, he had a slight frown on his face and you knew immediately that you'd hit a nerve.

"She died, when I was a kid. She had a type of dementia and it, killed her." He was fully frowning now, and he was no longer fully with you, his eyes had glazed over and he was staring right through you. He shook his head and came back, frown gone and a small smile took its place.

"I'm sorry, both for what happened and that I brought it up."

"It's ok, it's been a long time and it brought me and my dad really close so it wasn't all bad." His silver lining was slim, slimmer than was arguably debatable to even count as a silver lining, but you didn't argue. He'd shared enough of his past with you, and you felt honored by the confession even if you did accidentally cause it to happen by asking. The fact that he shared something with you meant a lot.

"My mom died too, she was hit by a car when I was 13 and she died in surgery." The air was tense, but Stiles' expression and morphed from fake stability to real sympathy as your eyes locked and you tried to comfort each other without words. You fell asleep shortly after that, Stiles had stayed quiet for more than five minutes and that was all it took for sleep to wave its wand and take you under it's control.

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Screams woke you up, screams from within your dorm. They woke Stiles up too and you both sprung to get re-dressed properly, rushing out the door as soon as you'd slipped your shoes on. The screaming was coming from down the hall and you already had a sinking feeling what had happened.

It wasn't uncommon for your fellow dorm dwellers to leave their doors open, it helped circulate cool air in the desert that was California. Being born and raised in D.C left you significantly more paranoid than most of them however, and so you decided you'd rather just suffer the heat than the possibility of getting robbed blind. You'd told some people in the common room at the beginning of the year about your fear and they'd all but laughed at you, saying that nothing like that happened here. You'd never wanted to have been so wrong in your life.

One door was already wide open, and blood was smeared on several other doors, also open. It seemed that the killer had gone down the hall, checking who decided it was too hot to save their lives. The first body was in the doorway of the room three doors up from yours. It was sprawled out on the floor and you and Stiles nodded, agreeing not to go into the room considering the carpet was currently soaking up the victim's blood. It seemed there were plenty of others anyways.

Room after room, one slaughtered college student after another left you feeling ill beyond belief. You didn't need to be told what had happened, you already knew. You had never actually had the chance to see what happened when the killer was finished with their dirty work, what they did to the people they used as instruments of mass murder. Sadly it seems you didn't have to go searching to find out. At the end of the hall was another body, this time with a knife in its hand, most likely from the kitchen in the common room. Its throat was cut, much like all the other victims.

The screaming had long stopped, you assumed it came from one of the other residents who peeked out into the hallway and saw what looked like a scene from an upcoming Scream 5. Stiles was bent over the body, examining what you assumed was its deadness.

"Whatcha looking at?" He gave you a vague noise of acknowledgment before standing up and looking at you with a face slightly paler than it was before he bent down.

"I think you should see this Y/n." You squatted down next to the corpse, examining its overall lack of life and raising an inquisitive eyebrow up at Stiles.

"Look in her throat, through the cut." You'd really planned not to come this close to a corpse in your life. What's that saying? Make a plan and the universe laughs.

The throat was indeed, mostly just bloody and disgusting, but also intriguing. The windpipe and both carotid arteries were slashed straight through, a feat that was essentially impossible to do for the normal non-possessed human. In the back of the windpipe, which you could just barely see through the cut, there was a small mark. You dug your phone out of your back pocket, almost dropping it with how much your hands were shaking, and turned your flashlight on to it's brightest setting so you could see the mark clearly.

It was a small symbol, lines and swirls within a small circle that struck you as soon as you saw it. With a soft thud your ass met the ground as your precarious balancing act failed and you fell from your squatting position.

"Are you ok?" Stiles' voice was lost as your brain went into panic mode, the new found information stirring up a whirlwind of anxiety.

"We need to get out of here. Like, right now." Scrambling up from the blood soaked floor you made your way back to your dorm room, dragging a confused Stiles behind you asking a million and one questions.

Without answering any of them you grabbed your nearest backpack and started destroying your dorm room in an attempt to gather all of your most important belongings, a mix of underwear, clothes, and books thrown into your worn backpack.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me or do I get an explanation for why we need to leave your dorm room? Y'know other than the murdered college students..."  Stiles had passed the stage of being thoroughly confused by you, that ship sailed when you fought off the vine that attacked you both. Now however, he was fed up with not having answers to the predicament you now found yourselves in.

"Can I explain it to you in the car? We need to leave ASAP."

"The car has a name, it's Roscoe." You rolled your eyes, of course he named his car, and of course now is the best possible moment to tell you.

"Less talking more walking please."

"Sorry." The keys jingled as he grabbed them and yours, tossing your purple keychain to you so you could lock up. You took the stairs two at a time, almost tripping over Stiles in your haste to get out of the building.

The car seats were cold when you got in but you couldn't be more awake than you already were, adrenaline and fear coursing through your blood, the symbol seemingly burned into the back of your eyelids, haunting you whenever you so much as blinked. Stiles booked it out of the parking lot, Roscoe's tires making an awful screeching noise as he turned while reversing, a move that would have scared you had there not been the max amount of fear already happening.

"So, explanation." He raised an expectant eyebrow at you, biting his tongue to let you answer before he spiraled into asking questions without enough time for you to answer them.

"Uh, do werewolves have symbols for different concepts, like danger and stuff?"

"Y-yeah they do, there's one for revenge it's a spiral. Why?" A spiral, of course the supernatural weren't creative when it came to symbol differences.

"Ok well witches do, it's called the witches' alphabet, it's a few symbols they mean stuff, the one we just saw in the corpse was the symbol for revenge. It's used to channel the chosen energy into whatever magic you cast." Your voice was shaking, the lack of oxygen in your system making you feel light headed, or maybe that was the endorphins, who knows.

"Ok, so what does that mean?" Stiles was shaking as well, not liking the sound of any more revenge business. He had to deal with this once before, he didn't want a repeat supernatural problem.

"It means that whoever cast the spell is one, vengeful, two, meeting the victims beforehand to get the symbol on them. This is bad, like, really bad." You had to actively sit on your hands to stop their fidgeting, the nervous energy bubbling inside your body like a volcano.

"Just what we need, a witch who wants vengeance. Was a normal evil witch not enough?!" Stiles' comment made you chuckle, the breathy act brought a twitch of a smile to his face, your happiness spreading to him in the midst of your crisis.

"Apparently not. Where are you going, the dorms are the opposite way."

"I don't know, I didn't want to take you back to Scott until I knew what was going on so I kind of just started driving around." Had you not been stressed beyond belief at the moment you would have been endeared by Stiles' care for his friend and roommate, but at the moment it was just irritating.

"You just drove us in the middle of the night down a street you have no idea where it leads? Really Stiles?! Take us to Scott, now." You were fuming but upon seeing the dejected look in Stiles' eyes at your harsh tone you were reminded as to how hard this entire situation must be for a normal human, werewolf pack member or not.

"Please. Could you please take us to Scott." Your manners had escaped you for a moment but with the regaining of your senses they came back.  A pang of guilt struck you at how mean you'd been to the brunette next to you. Reaching out for his hand which was resting on the stick-shift you hoped silently that he would accept your unspoken apology. He did accept, a blush rising to his cheeks at the skin-to-skin contact that you initiated and a smile creeping on his face.

Moments after your mutual flush and giddiness over the contact Stiles pulled up into the parking lot of his own dorm, the tar lit up just barely by a floodlight near the sidewalk. Unwinding his fingers from yours he was the first to get out of the car, you following shortly after, the cold air hitting your bare shoulders per your tank top which you just now realized was covered in blood.

Rushing to Stiles' side you wrapped your arms around your torso to try and cover the evidence of your dorm's activities, only to realize that your arms were the source of the problem. A mix of various people's blood was coating your arms, the red solution drying crusty on your skin. Thankfully it was the middle of the night, the darkness mostly covering your blood-stained everything.

Looking over at the mole-covered man next to you you took in the sight of him, surprisingly not covered entirely in blood. He had spots of it on his hoodie, only barely visible thanks to the floodlight, but he'd managed to stay clear of the mess, something you were currently jealous of. You wouldn't be able to take a shower until you were back in your own dorm and you were really dreading the idea of having to wash off both of your arms in the small dorm sinks.

Stiles opened the door for you and the heat influx from the building was a welcome change, the goosebumps immediately vacating your skin. You both headed up to his dorm in relative silence, trying not to wake his neighbors up. It was a harder feat than it should have been, given how often Stiles almost tripped on the single flight of stairs up to his shared room.

You could hear snoring coming from one of the beds, presumably Scott's, and the embarrassing situation you'd found your friend in made you momentarily forget your current predicament. In the darkness you could see two bodies in Scott's bed, the smaller one of which you assumed was Allison, tucked under her boyfriend's arm. They were sleeping so peacefully you almost felt bad to wake them, Stiles however, did not. With a loud enough greeting and the swift act of turning on all of the lights in their dorm, he woke his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend up with a startle.

"Stiles! They were sleeping!" You'd wanted to put up a semblance of good will with the woman you'd met less than 24 hours ago but in reality you were stifling a laugh, biting your tongue to keep from bursting out. The couple let out groans of protest at being woken up in the wee hours of the morning but got up eventually anyways, thankfully somewhat dressed after what you were still convinced their nightly activities consisted of.

"What the hell dude?" The were-wolf's voice was groggy from sleep and the rough scratch in his throat reminded you of Stiles' voice less than two hours ago when you were woken up by screaming neighbors.

"Sorry but you really can't be asleep right now, also yes that is blood on Y/n's, well everywhere, I will explain that in a minute. Allison could you help her clean up? Scott I need to talk to you." Nodding Allison took immediate heed to Stiles' request and looked carefully for a space to lead you that wasn't covered in blood before eventually deciding 'fuck it' and grabbing one of your slowly drying arms, washing the blood off of the area in the small sink.

There wasn't a lot of space in the dorm for a private conversation but you and Allison made small talk in an attempt to give the boys some facade of privacy.

"So, rough night I guess?" She let out a small chuckle at her own joke while you allowed a smile to creep onto your face at the problem you had earlier found yourself in.

"You could say that. Someone decided it'd be a good idea to murder a solid percentage of my floor mates so, y'know, the night could have gone better." She gasped at that, the light air of the conversation having gone as soon as you brought up the traumatic events that had occurred.

"Murder? Oh God. By 'a solid percentage' you mean how many people exactly?" Your mind flashed through the bodies you'd seen, counting at least six in the haze of the night.

"Six, maybe more. I don't know for sure, it was a lot. We found who did it though, kind of." You wished that you were dealing with a normal murder where finding who did the killing actually solved your problem. Sadly, that wasn't the case and the situation was getting more and more fraught in your mind the more you stressed about it, the images and circumstances pulling the strings in your mind so tightly they were beginning to fray.

"Are you ok?" Allison's eyes were kind and you noted in the back of your brain to thank Scott that he had such good taste in girlfriends.

"Yeah, I think so. I'm not hurt or anything, just a little shaken up." She nodded silently before going into nurse-mode and scanning your now-clean left arm.

"No scratches, all of this blood seems to be someone else's. I think most of the blood is other people's but I need to wash off the other arm to be sure."

"Be my guest, I wasn't feeling the whole blood-sleeve look anyways." You shrugged and let out a small giggle at your own joke, Allison following suit as she lathered up the ruined washcloth for another round of scrubbing.

You were in the process of cleaning the blood from underneath your fingernails when Stiles and Scott crept up behind you, interrupting the light bonding that you had started with Allison.

"Ok, we need to get out of here and go back home, right now." Scott took on more of a dominant personality when in charge and it made you glad that someone knew what to do, even if you didn't. You'd already grabbed spare clothes from your dorm room so you and Allison waited by the door nervously while Stiles and Scott scrambled to gather their most important belongings.

"Where is home?" You knew where you were from and where your home was, but you doubted that everyone would be game for catching a flight at almost 4 a.m.

"Beacon Hills, it's where we all met. Stiles and Scott are from there, so is most of the pack, I moved there sophomore year. The pack started in Beacon Hills, the town is like a beacon for the supernatural, it's probably the safest place to be because it's home territory, Scott's pack has been protecting it for years now."

"So Scott's the alpha?" It made sense given his natural leadership abilities and his friendliness, but it was still a little odd to see your friend as the strongest were-wolf out of the entire group you saw the other night.

"He's a true alpha too." You'd heard of true alphas, mostly by myth however, they were rare but the more you thought back on Scott's character the more it made sense. He was easily one of the most loyal people you'd met, and he was brave as well, fighting for people he didn't even know, or people he didn't know well. He was willing to risk his life to save the barista on the day of that attack, even willing to let her see him shift, it was only logical that he was a true alpha.

Your conversation was interrupted as it took all of five minutes for the two best friends to pack their things, swing the backpacks stuffed full of items over their shoulders before they led the way back down to the Jeep that was parked out front.

The ride was quiet and tense, Stiles in the front with you and Scott in the back with Allison, explaining the specifics of the situation that you had purposely left out because you didn't know how to explain it without making a joke out of it. Dark humor was quickly becoming your most solid coping mechanism for morbidity.

Scott went to protect Allison as she ran up to her dorm to grab her things as well, insisting that she tell her roommate she was going home so no one would file a missing person's report and make the entire situation more complicated.

She came back downstairs quickly, Scott in tow looking noticeably dazed as he held on to his girlfriend's hand when she plopped in the back of Stiles' Jeep. You let out a snort at what had most likely been a 'our lives are in danger' make out and let them have their secrecy as Stiles started up for what was the drive to Beacon Hills.

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Do You Know Your Alphabet?

NSFW Edition feat Leon S. Kennedy

(I tried not to give a sexual orientation to Leon in this alphabet and make his partner as genderless as possible. However some parts remain rather M/F. Sorry about that. I hope you’ll like it anyway)

A – Anal:         Leon tried anal when he was in his mid twenties because his partner wanted to know how it felt like. Before that, he had never felt the need to fuck someone in the ass, finding the act rather gross considering the main use of the anus.        His first time wasn’t a very satisfying experience because he ended up hurting his SO, an expected result when you don’t really know what you’re doing. But he gave it another shot some time later and actually found some pleasure in it. However anal remains something pretty rare for him. He only does it when he is asked to and really wants to.

B – Bondage:   Most of the time it’s a no. Leon doesn’t really like to be tied up and he is not the kind of man that finds pleasure in putting rope (or anything else) around his partner’s wrists or feet. He’s a touch-starved person. He wants his partner’s wandering hands to roam over his body as much as he wants to touch every curve of theirs. No way he has sex without being able to use his hands. That would be really frustrating.     The only person that managed to tie him up to a bed was Ada using her garter belt. He ended up liking the sex a lot (not gonna lie) but he nevertheless kept a certain bittersweet memory. He wished he would have been able to use his hands more.

C- Cumming:   When he was young, Leon used to ejaculate in a condom because that’s what he had always been told to do. His parents had given him the talk on how important it was to use protection when he was 16. But when he discovered the satisfaction of cumming on his partner’s body it was ‘bye bye condom’ and ‘hello cum shot’.           The man loves seeing his sperm spurt on his partner’s stomach and chest or on their ass and back more than he likes creampies, which is understandable since he refuses to take the risk to have children. Occasionally, he will allow himself to cum inside if he’s certain it’s safe but just for the pleasure to see his cum oozing out of his partner.             Also, he doesn’t like cumming in his SO’s mouth that much but it can happen after a good blowjob.

D- Dominance:             Leon is neither dominant nor submissive. He constantly adapts himself to his mood and to his partner’s wishes. If they feel like they want it rough, he’ll give it rough and won’t hesitate to fuck his lover until their body aches. But if they want it soft, he’ll be as sweet as possible, kissing and caressing every parcel of skin he can.         His adaptability and compliance is what makes him an amazing lover, among some other things.

E- Erection:     Young Leon was very sensitive. He could have an erection in a heartbeat. All he needed was to catch a sensual glimpse of skin or being kissed and touched.             Older Leon needs more warm up. He knows how to control his body. Nudity doesn’t turn him on that much now or at least he can resist it and he doesn’t get hard with a simple hand caressing his chest. No, the man needs his cock to be groped and played with. But once it’s hard, it stays hard until the thing is done.

F- Foreplay:       Leon is not the king of foreplay and he never truly was.         When he was young and poorly experimented, he limited foreplay to the same three things: grinding, kissing and fingering (nipples? What is that?). But the last was often poorly executed and the other two were not that arousing, let’s face it. With time, he however learned to fully satisfy his partners in that category, finally getting how the anatomy really works. But he was never the kind of men that thrived in foreplay, preferring the real action and his cock deep in his partner’s hole instead of his fingers.         Now that he is older, Leon is even lazier and foreplay with him is quick, even too quick. Moreover, if he can, he will choose to simply lube his shaft with his spit and shove it deep in his lover after some quick make out. You better not take too much time to warm up with that man.

G- Gangbang:   No fucking way! Leon doesn’t share and he doesn’t like being neglected. He needs to be the centre of attention during sex. No way he will allow another man to touch his partner or even just watch. Sex is for two and two only.         However, he had a couple of threesomes when he was younger, single and eager to explore his sexuality. Each time it was with two girls for the reasons mentioned above. What nights!

H- Hand job:   Just like his lips, hands are a must-use for Leon. No way he keeps his hands to himself. He always feels like he must let his expert fingers venture on his partner’s body. He loves touching, feeling, grabbing and groping and he will definitely explore his partner’s lower area and give them some pleasure there using all the dexterity he gained throughout the years and the sexual experiences he had.     However, despite being amazing, Leon’s hand jobs are unfortunately really quick and that can leave his partners rather dissatisfied. He often does them during foreplay but if he can avoid it or make it quick, he will. He is not a fan of being jerked off either, finding a hand too dry to truly please him.

I- Intimacy:       Sex is very intimate for Leon. He won’t allow any spectator and he likes having it at home. But that doesn’t mean he will limit himself to the bedroom. No, Leon will fuck you in every corner of every room of the house if he can. Kitchen, living room, bathroom, personal gym, even in his office. Speaking of office, he has to admit he had quite a few quickies in the one he’s got at the DSO (the problem when you have cute interns) But when Leon has sex in public places it’s always somewhere where he is sure the chances of being caught, heard or seen are small. So if you want to be fucked in his luxury car, make sure you are parked somewhere quiet and remote.

J- Jerking off:   Leon doesn’t jerk off. He never feels the need to and he rarely gets horny to a point he must masturbate. The last time he jerked off on a regular basis was when he was a teenager browsing through his mother’s lingerie catalogues because he was too scared to buy porn magazine. Ever since then, when he feels too horny (which I repeat is rare), he simply calls someone to give him a hand … or something else.

K – Kink:         Leon doesn’t have kinks or fetishes. He is not really into dirty talking nor does he like being called ‘daddy’. Bondage is not is thing either (as said earlier) and role-play feels weird to him. He is actually a simple man. Of course, they are some body parts that he loves better than others but Leon won’t be the kind of men to be turned on by feet or hands. The closest things to fetishes for Leon are       a) his love for lingerie. He finds it really sexy when his partner shows up wearing some fancy lace underwear. Often, he would choose to keep them on.             b) his love for beautiful soft hair as he often brushes his partner’s hair, tangle his fingers in it or pulls it (not a surprise for a man with a mane like his). But again, he doesn’t get a hard on the second he sees a bra or touches a strand of hair, so they cannot be considered fetishes.

L- Love:           Leon doesn’t need love to fuck. But to him, there is a huge difference between fucking and love-making. The first is just to get off. The second is an act of love. For the persons who had the opportunity to test both, they would immediately tell you how drastically distinct sex with Leon is when feelings are involved. When he fucks, Leon is mostly lazy and almost selfish. When he makes love, he takes his time and acts so sweet. 

M - Massage:     Leon sucks at giving massages however important and necessary touching is to him. His massages are not that good and there are actually very rare. He doesn’t think about massaging his partner and he doesn’t crave them either. But he must admit that when they happen he enjoys them a lot, especially if they occur after a long day at work or an exhausting mission.

N – Nudity:     Leon is very body-confident and he is far from being modest or prudish. He doesn’t have a problem with nudity. He can spend an entire morning naked at home and not be bothered by it. It might come as a surprise for the people that have the chance to share his intimacy. When it comes to his partner being naked in front of him, Leon doesn’t care much as well. They can walk around in the nude or take a shower or a bath with him and he would still stay as cool as a cucumber (as long as things don’t become too lustful of course). Though it was not the case when he was younger. 

O – Oral sex:               If Leon is not that much into hand jobs, we can’t say the same about oral sex. Though he is more a receiver than a giver, the man knows how to please his partner with his mouth. He usually does it during foreplay but only when he feels like it. He won’t go down on his partner if they don’t go down on him in return. A dick move maybe but that’s how he works. Also, despite being so talented with his mouth and tongue, Leon usually never lingers down. The best thing to do, if you want to have his tongue on you for longer than a minute, is to improvise a 69, meaning you give him a blowjob while sitting on his face.             Speaking of blowjobs, he simply adores them. Leon will gladly shove his dick in his partner’s mouth and watch them bob their head. He will give them the right pace by holding them by the hair but if he’s fully satisfied by how fellatio is done he’ll simply stare and enjoy it. He’s not one to admit this he actually finds an exhilarating pleasure in watching his partner down on their knees, maybe because being taken care of is something too rare for a man who, like Leon, spends his time caring about others before himself. 

P – Position.     The agility Leon gained through all the years of training allows him to succeed in doing some positions people would believe impossible. When he was a young agent and eager to experience new things, he tried some crazy positions such as the Capricorn, the Spider or Thor’s Hammer. But now that he is older he doesn’t want sex to look like a game of Twister. So he is back to classics, having a thing for easy positions that allow him to touch and grope his partner.   He likes sex in the missionary position or doggy style especially if he wants to take the helm. But when he is lazy or wants to let his partner take control, he likes being ridden cowgirl style. Simple but efficient.

Q – Quickie:     It happens a lot. Leon is often in a rush because of his work and he always feels like he never has time for himself. So, if he’s single and in search of a partner to have sex with, the chances that the encounter ends up in a quickie is very likely. And even if a quickie is not in his mind, Leon is not a man that will suppress an orgasm to make sex last. If he feels like he’s going to cum, even after five or ten minutes of sex, he will cum. In a relationship, quickies can happen but there are actually rare. When he knows he has to leave for a mission or when he comes back from one, he always takes his time to enjoy sex, in the first case because it can be the last time he makes love to his SO, in the second case because he missed them. But in general, sex will rarely last longer than thirty minutes with Leon.

R – Role Play:   Not really is cup of tea. He doesn’t see the point in role-playing finding it mostly embarrassing and ridiculous especially when it involves costumes. Besides, his acting skills aren’t worth a dime and he has no imagination. So even if he wanted to role play he would be terrible at him.     Moreover, he wouldn’t like his partner to play nurse/doctor or whatever either. He likes them the way they are, meaning with no frills or pretence. 

S – Stamina:     Leon is athletic and has an incredible resistance to fatigue as well as an amazing control over his body. He knows his limits. Therefore we can say that he is a man that has stamina. But he doesn’t use it that much which can be very sad for his partner. If he actually wanted to, he would be able to have a sex marathon but as said before he is not one who often takes his time in bed. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t have sex several times in the same night or the same day. When he is in furlough and in the presence of an arousing partner that has a thirst similar to his, Leon will gladly fuck many times. Once, he fucked the same partner four times in the same night.

T – Talking:     Leon is not much of a talker and he is not the kind of man that will be extremely loud in bed. He prefers to use his mouth to kiss his partner rather than use it to talk or make noise. He believes sex is not the moment to chitchat. After all there are so many opportunities to talk later, don’t you think?   So, apart from some occasional commands (‘Come here’, ‘Ride me, baby’, ‘Yes suck that cock’) curses (80% of the time it’s ‘Fuck’) and grunts that he barely lets out through his gritted teeth, Leon is quite a silent lover. He is just noisy enough to make his partner know that he likes what they’re doing.           However when he is very aroused or in the dominant mood, Leon can dirty talk. But not too much and never vulgarly. He is not the type of man that will insult his partner. He always remains respectful. He can be playful especially when he asks his partner naughty questions that he knows will make them moan (for example: ‘Do you want to cum for me?’)

U – Underwear:           Trunks. He wears trunks and nothing else and it’s simply because he likes how he looks in them. Plus they’re comfortable and they hold his package and his butt in place.   You will never see Leon in briefs since he believes that briefs are for little boys (he used to wear them when he was a kid) and old men (especially if they’re white). You won’t find any boxer shorts in his drawers either because he hates loose underwear. They have the tendency to ride up when he puts on his jeans.   Leon’s underwear is always unicoloured, mostly black, grey or blue.   On a woman, he likes nice sexy lingerie and to him, the bra must always match the bottom. Ugly underwear can be a turn off for Leon especially if the underwear looks rather childish. No unicorn or Tweety prints please and no pink  cotton panties. You’re not 12 anymore. 

V – Virginity:   Leon lost his virginity after the Raccoon City incident. He was 21 and it was with an agent he used to train with at the US.STRAT.COM headquarters. The experience was not disastrous though it didn’t really last long and Leon actually keeps a rather good memory of it.             Before that, he used to date a girl who was even more goody two shoes than him and who was into the “no sex before the wedding” doctrine. That’s not why they broke up but it frustrated Leon quite a couple times.          

W – Worship   Any fleshy part of his partner’s body. As said before, Leon loves to touch and grope, so he will gladly appreciate any part of the body he can squeeze or dig his nails in. Tighs, breasts, hips, butts. If it’s tender he loves it.         

X- Xenophilia   Leon doesn’t discriminate. Race is never a problem and as long as he finds the person attractive and actually feels a certain chemistry, he doesn’t care if they are blond, brunette, redhead, if their eyes are light or dark, if they’re tall, small, skinny or curvy, Causasian, Latina/o, Asian or African. He likes them all.

Y – Yearn         Leon never yearns and he never struggles to find a partner to have sex with. When he wants to have sex, if he’s not in a relationship, he will simply call a previous conquest or find a new one in a nearby bar. And if he’s in a relationship, he will make his SO understand he wants to get laid by laying some hungry kisses in their neck (or anywhere else) while caressing their body. Leon is never straightforward. Saying “Baby, I want to fuck” or “I’m horny. Let’s go upstairs” is not in his nature. 

Z – Zzzzz:           After sex, Leon likes to sleep. If he’s home with his SO he will fall asleep right after the thing is done, holding them tight in his arms. If his partner is a one-night stand, he will certainly not sleep with them. If he happened to have sex at their house he will go back to his and if they’re at his place, small are the chances he will all them to stay for the night. However, if they are luckily allowed to stay, Leon will make sure they sleep on their side of the bed. No post-coital cuddle for him. That’s one of the things he used to do when he was younger and that he refuses to do now.