#his Se is really good he's def a Se-dom

[bat-the-misfit]

idc about harry styles but the dude is clearly an ESFP his Se is dominant his Fi is just obvious ya'll go study the functions better pls i beg you 😭

[crazyco0tz]

I’m working on a new way to submit nsfw requests but until then I’ll gladly take this request^

{ stray kids favorite reward }

Hyung!line

Warnings: soft smut, pegging, dom!reader, fem!reader

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*chan

Simple enough his favorite reward is def getting to cum. he loves his rewards to be simple, once he’s finally getting to cum he needs you to hold him through it whispering about how much he deserves it! (If he actually does deserve it)

If it’s been a long time since hes cum he’ll make sure he’s been his best then he gathers up the courage to ask; “Can you pleaseeeeeee make me cum miss? It’s been days…”

Very few times you pity his pathetic begs enough to actually let him but most of the time you tell him off for being oh so needy

in fact all you need to do is place your hand on top of his clothed dick and he does all the rest

But he still needs to hear reassurance from your silky voice. “So good for me” “can’t hold it anymore baby?” “You deserved every bit of this” ect ect.

He eats up every “good boy” and “I’m so proud of you” like candy~ he could definitely cum untouched just by hearing your voice.

*minho

He also likes it plain, he has made it very clear that his all time favorite reward is kisses, EVERYWHERE

after you both finish he loves being called a good boy while he flops over so you can kiss all up him back, bonus points if you have plumping gloss on, he loves the tingling feelings it really makes him relaxed especially after all the dirty things you just did to him

Sometimes hes just so fucked out that he just lays there with a smile on his face while he feels your lips pecking on every hickey and scratch you gave him. PAMPER HIMM TOO!!

Whether it be wet sloppy kissed or soft pecks he just loves to have your lips all over his body especially his face. Calling him your pretty doll while smothering his face with kisses after he made such a mess on the bed is just perfect.

*changbin

I feel like he would be on his hands and knees begging just for you to use a vibrater on him. I can just imagine him about to cum all over your hand before pulling your hand away and pleading. “No!! N-no… I wanna cum with the vibrater today.. please?” How could you say no?

He also goes crazy for remote controlled vibraters too, his favorite sensation controlled by you? He LOVES it

But just because it’s a reward doesn’t mean you can’t be a tease. “I’ll bet I can make you cum with this in under 10 seconds binnie~” his flushed cheeks didn’t deplete his confidence.

“HA! I’ll bet I can lasted more that 40 se-. AHH~ F-FUH.. Y/NNIE!” The second the wand touched his tip he was practically screaming in under 10 seconds. And he loves every second of it.

Hyunjin

Lingerie+pegging he wants to feel pretty and what better way to make him feel like a princess then to put him in some cute baby blue stockings and fuck his brains out. unlike the others he’s humble and never asked for a reward he always waits and when it does arrive it’s so worth it

“Aw arent You pretty?” You coo, he giggled in excitement  “I’m v-very pretty!” You peck his cheek before leaning into his ear “so pretty I think you deserve a little something~” he instantly hops up and runs to your shared room

His favorite position is when you hook both of his legs over your shoulders so you can hit his special spot every time.

He also seems like a “fuck me until I can’t speak” kinda guy, which you gladly do. Only 5 minutes in all that can come out of his mouth is “AHH~ AH~ AHHH~ M-MOR..MORE~” while he clutches his pretty lingerie mini skirt in his hands

But he’s always so sad that he gets cum all over his fancy lingerie by the end of it, but you can always make him feel better by stripping it off and fucking him again🤷‍♀️

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My first nsfw post LETS GO

Anyways pt.2 coming soon obvvv

Bye sweeties😮‍💨😮‍💨

[prettyboypistol]

Really happy that you do male!reader fics <3

Could you do Tf2 mercs x M!Reader’s first time being intimate nsfw :)

(I’m not sure if you’re taking nsfw request so srry if you’re not)

Tf2 Mercs x M!Reader "First Time With The Mercs"

NSFW so youngin's you know you can't be here :p

Includes: Scout, Spy, Heavy, Sniper, Demoman, Engineer, Soldier, and Medic x Male Reader

Scout

Scout is super awkward, but not in the shy way. Like the obnoxious way that tries to make anything a joke.

As you two start to get serious, he starts to get noisy with little whines, cut off moans, and heavier breaths.

If he tops, missionary 100%. If you top, cuddlesex/on your side.

In terms of dom/sub, he's prefer to dom, but is a natural at being a sub.

Cums embarrassingly quickly- please don't tease him he will cry.

He recovers fast, asking to fuck you/be fucked more

Suuuuuper insatiable when he gets into it

Complains that he wants more when you're tired, even if he's on the bring of passing out.

Your hands slide down Jeremy's slender chest as he shivered out a gasp. You looked to his eyes, he quickly averted his own.

"Don't be shy, I heard you're such a sex god." You tease before you kiss his forehead.

"I am! but like- it's different when you're fucking a girl!" He justified.

"Well, it's not too different really. I'll teach you." You promise as your hands slither around his waist to pull him flush against you. He squeaks rather loudly as you grab his ass through his pants.

"Now, be a good boy and take these off, alright Jer-bear?"

"That is the worst possible name you could have said."

Medic

Surprisingly he's more knowledgeable about m/m se- nvm he's quoting an anatomy book. (he knows what to do dw)

Probably a virgin because sex distracts from experiments

"I haven't lost my virginity bc i never lose" type beat

He isn't scared of touching you, his hands move like he's studying you.

He's a non-negotiable top. It doesn't matter how big or burly you are. Even if Heavy was to ask, he's a top.(95% dom, 5% sub)

You ride him on his vivisection table, his eyes are always on your chest and mouth.

God he nearly came wen you started calling him "Doctor" in-between moans.

Def dirty talks in German

"Well, hop up." He orders, like you're just here for another check up. He pats the table gently before he starts to unbutton his coat.

"Someone's all business." You teasingly mutter, a loving glare shot his way. He sighs in feigned annoyance and smacks your ass as an encouragement.

"Now sit down and start stripping."

"Alright Doctor."

You saw the word shiver down his spine. You saw his eyes light up.

You certainly felt the harsh and heavy kiss as you were pinned to the table.

Sniper

He's kinda just??? neutral??? when you ask him to hook up. V upfront with what he's into and what he'll do to you.

Mundy loves quickies so fucking much. Slow sex is too dangerous and makes him uncomfortable.

Alleyways, closets, bathrooms, it doesn't matter. He's proficient in standing up sex.

He's scared of danger, but also has the biggest danger kink.

Mundy is a switch in terms of top/bottom, but only doms

He loves pulling your hair if you blow him.

If you scratch up his back as he fucks you, he'll fuck you harder.

Loves to make you swallow if you give oral.

Bites you 100%. He growls and groans. Super animalistic.

You slide between Mundy's legs as his eye is nuzzled into position. He had agreed to let you come on a job with him, calling you his 'assistant' to the client. As you unzip his pants, he makes a quiet noise of warning.

"Careful, if you fuck up my shot, I'll make you pay for it." He mumbles, barely audible.

"Of course not sir, I would never." You hum, feigning inferiority.

His hands were just as careful as you let him fuck your throat. He suddenly shoves his cock all the way down your throat and tells you to be quiet for a second. You hear the rifle click, then a sudden boom! as he pulls back and lets you cough.

"Good boy."

Heavy

Mikhail is super excited and happy when you ask.

He's super careful with you, despite being surprisingly knowledgeable about the mechanics of sex with another man.

He openly says he's scared that he'll hurt you. You assure him that you like it rough.

Subtop, you cannot convince me otherwise.

As a romantic, he demands "our first" be in his bed.

You get to his room and it's full of roses and candles. You nearly fuck him in the doorway at the gesture.

He'd prefer doggy, but missionary is a close second.

The BIGGEST cuddlebug after.

"Fuck! Please!" You beg after what feels like the third hour of fingering. Heavy hushes you gently as he kisses the back of your neck.

"You need to be ready." He coos as his other hand cradles your neck and face. He's so agonizingly gentle it makes you want to cry.

"I'll be fine! I sear just please fuck me already!"

Heavy removes his fingers and pushes the head against you.

"If you're sure..."

Spy

He's the best you've ever had. If this is what sex is like with Spy, you'd have to marry him.

He knows exactly what to do to make you hot and bothered.

Honestly? a Vers Switch. He's a man that can shift to whatever his partner needs.

Bad at pillowtalk, but great at foreplay and the actual fucking.

He eats you out first, then teases you until you're begging.

Even if you're topping, he calls you his good boy. Sorry, you can't bang the sass out of him :/

Loves roleplaying. He pulls out the most convincing disguises for you.

Suit kink king over here

He's obsessed with making you cum with the minimal amount of touching.

You love the way Spy touches you. His hands pull over you in a way that makes you really feel like a man. He doesn't feminize you if you offer to bottom, either. You feel like a man in another man's arms.

"You're so handsome." He praises as he makes his way down to his knees. You cup his cheek and smile down at him.

"I bet you are too."

"Touch my mask and you'll be impaled."

"God I hope so."

Spy rolls his eyes as he unzips your pants. Hopefully you make the comment up with great sex.

Soldier

Kind of confused, but gets with the program pretty easy.

Bro you're gonna have to bottom, sorry :/

He's got a praise kink the size of Texas, please call him a big strong man.

He's a bit of a sucker for outside sex, especially fields with trees.

You offer to fuck him during a picnic, you can practically see the steam whistle out of his ears at the suggestion.

He wouldn't know how to prep you, but he'd watch in fascination as you prep yourself.

"C'mon Soldier, fuck me like a man."

He had to bite his lip to stop him from cumming in his pants.

Jane is on top of you, you can see his eyes from under the helmet and his pupils are BLOWN. He's super excited and loves seeing you.

"Well? Why don't you get in me and make a man outta me?

He lines himself up quickly and tries to push in, but you stop him before he accidentally hurts you.

"Whoa there! Be a little slow." You correct gently. Soldier opened his mouth and a loud start, but lowered his volume when you flinch.

"Sorry there. Slow, right?" He repeats with a kiss to your forehead.

Demoman

If sex was a performance he'd have multiple awards.

He's super enthusiastic and chill about it, retelling all of his boyflings in Scotland and hungover mornings surrounded by many burly men.

"You don't know how long it's been since I've had a dick in me!"

Powerbottom or very enthusiastic top

Multiple rounds, all night long. He's an advocate for snack breaks in-between.

You two are naked just on his bed eating pizza and shooting the shit as if you didn't blow his back out 10 minutes before.

Homiesexual as FUCK

You two are super chill, cracking jokes about your dicks during sex

"okokok serious now" "Aye lad, stick that meat in me-" "PFFT-"

Tavish is barely able to keep it together as you two banter between gasps of air. Yeah, the sex is amazing for both you and him, but the fact that you two just get on so well ruins any sort of flirtatious mood.

"I'm going to rail you so hard you can't speak." You promise.

"Didn't you say that last time mate?" Tavish teases as he locks his legs around your hips. "Doesn't mean you can't try again."

You smack his flank and both of you let out a small giggle as you push yourself fully inside of him.

Engineer

He's the most LOVING ASS BITCH

HOMIE

H O M I E

Lies you down, kisses you all over, treats you like a proper houseguest and lover.

He knows exactly what to do, he talks you through what he does to you and how he'll do it.

Dell is a babbler during sex 100%

"Aw fuck baby that's it, that's fuckin' it- God damn honey you're an angel!"

Gentlest top, most loving Dom/submissive bottom

Has been in a few secret m/m relationships

"Dellllll" you whine in his arms, he kisses you at your collarbone in response.

"I know, thank you for letting me do this." He adores. You agreed to let him kiss you up and down before you started actually fucking. Little did you know beforehand, you would be stuck on the bed for twenty minutes as he worshipped every inch of you.

You felt your hands snake up his warm back as you beg him for the 30th time tonight for him to get on with it. He chuckles as your insistance.

One last kiss and he removes himself from you. "Alright, you've been patient enough."

[mbti-enemies]

have you guys ever watched shera on netflix? if so, do you know adora and catra's types? and if it's not too much to ask, scorpia, glimmer and bow as well?

overview: adora - enfj | catra - esfp | scorpia - esfj | glimmer - enfp | bow - isfj

ANOONNNNNN i (infj) LOVE she-ra or well rather... loved cos its been some time but yk what hasn't changed? the fact that i am still in love with catra like ohmygod so adorable and yk what lowkey kinda hot too umm anywayyyys

you actually get double the effort anon because my first draft of this didnt save –_–. WARNING: ONLY FUNCTION TALK ->

anyways for adora well obv HIGH Fe... and well between ENFJ and ESFJ, as one oft does (and youll see i do a lot here) i went to tertiary and adora has pretty high Se yk like battle skills but also really takes that moment so esfj it was. def don't see much Si-Ne in her

And well... with catra i used to always say intj... but id be lying if it i said it wasn't because she reminds me of intj over here (who has strong se (in some respects aha *flashes to intj burning her mouth with hot water too many times*). anyways. but the interent talked about how when catra was at her happiest she was the most esfp-y and it was only in her villain phase that the intj was the STRONGEST which is giving major shadow type vibes, so i guess i was convinced by the Se thing.

scorpia is major esfj like such high fe and this time theres no high se. also chaotic vibes indicating tert Ne?

glimmer ... honestly first thing i thought of was her Te-ness but ofc its not dom inant. like we've got the commander thing going on (bossy) but also her stubborness with her mom - and esp here you can see how its all driven by strong and conscious Fi. so Te is not dominant but too strong to be inferior, and hence tertiary. so we've got enfp or esfp. i think she isn't extraverted and se aware enough for esfp yk? and i notcied people sometimes type her IXXX which is more common for ENFPs defo

bow <333 first thought esfj, then iw as quite sure about isfj, but i couldn't give a good reason until i thought of tertiary yet again! his ti is quite strong; knowledge of arrows for example of course. somehow yeah though he gives me softer isfj vibes than like scopria's esfj-ness. he's a cookie baker. his ti is also defintely an asset, not a weakness

[breadbutrosestoo]

love this post sm! it's really interesting how differently we can all perceive characters.

like I perceive Percy to be incredibly enfp. I so get where you're coming from with the loyalty thing bc I def have had my moments where I thought he had a big fe dom. however, it feels a little off to me because his loyalty doesn't seem to be about his community. if it was then I would assume he would be a bit more nervous to shake things up in camp because of the history of the gods and the rich community formed both with the gods and the campers. however, he doesn't seem to care about fitting into that group. he's constantly doing things that make him sort of an outcast and having a 'fuck the gods' 'fuck the authorities' 'fuck the peace' kind of monologue and that feels very fi to me. even in the moments where he is doing things for the good of the community, he kind of hates it. his loyalty to people like annabeth and grover feels more personal. he has a very close inner circle which seems very fi. his moral compass and internal values are very strong in a way that fe isn't. and I think because of his strong fi, he is willing to do things for other people because he has cultivated good morals and values which include helping people. and especially when you look at his fighting style, he has very strong intuition which is where I'm getting the ne dom from. he never has a plan when he fights but gets a random idea (that's so unlikely to work that most of us wouldn't have even thought about it) and goes for it. I remember seeing this tiktok that talked about how funny it was seeing Percy's inner monologue when he fights vs other's when they see him fight bc he is running on so much casual intuition and impulse that he doesn't think he's doing anything badass but other people see him as this scary, intelligent, warrior.

I'm absolutely on board with annabeth as an intj. she's the poster child for the intj's.

I could be totally wrong with grover because I honestly don't remember a lot about him in the books but I'm feeling isfj for him. like I could see the idealism that could come from infp but I don't see him as someone who is driven by that. I see him as someone driven by his duty to others which is very si. like especially in the first book he is driven by his duty to Percy to be his protector and although they form a friendship out of it, he is still focused heavily on the responsibility he has. and with Pan, I feel like he's driven by his duty to find him rather than his dream of finding him. he wants that for his community which is also where I see that fe secondary. unlike Percy who I feel is very personal with his loyalty, grover feels expansive with his care for others. Percy might not care at all about any animal but blackjack or mrs. oleary who he forms a personal relationship with but grover cares about them just because they're a part of nature itself and grover cares about animals as a whole.

I'm so with you for Luke! I've heard other people say he feels very XNTX but I've never seen him as that. I love how you described the ni fe balance bc although on the surface he's giving evil mastermind villain, he truly is trying to do things for the good of everybody, he's just misguided. and if he was an NT, I wouldn't see him fighting against the gods by being Kronos' minion. I feel like he would have created his own plan rather than joining the cause (which feels very fe community vibes)

I don't know if this typing is me just being a big Clarisse apologist (I love her sm) but I see her as an esfp. I so agree w her being an se dom bc that's practically all we see of her in the first four books. however, I think she is more of an fi sec than ti because I see the same personal loyalty and strong inner values in her that I see in Percy. Percy is always shitting on Clarisse because he thinks she's dumb and the type of dumb she's described as is giving impulsive and stubborn. I think if she was ti, she would be willing to give up in some situations when her logic is changed but in moments like the last battle where she refused to lead her cabin into battle though it's logical to help, it feels like she's getting that from her own gut feelings rather than an internal logical framework. and speaking of that battle, the only reason why she went out was because she was saving silena and that's where I see that personal loyalty fi. I think in a world where she's not trying to be the perfect daughter to her dad, she would have the space to grow more empathy or the more conventional love and peace for people, but her situation has developed her deep internal values to what it is now and I think it shows how much she is willing to stick to her guts and keep going with those morals that she just feels is right to her.

I'm def taking a lot of this from the books bc I haven't really gone in depth w the show but lmk what you think! sorry for this really long reblog I'm just obsessed w both Percy Jackson and mbti.

Percy Jackson & the Olympians MBTI

Both book & tv spoilers ahead.

Percy Jackson - ESFJ

Percy is constantly putting his own emotions last, and usually sacrificing his own emotional needs for the sake of his friends and loved ones. In the show, we can especially see this with his mother, as he is shown to put his fears aside to comfort his mother, but also when he pushes Annabeth out of the way to save her. He is constantly seeking emotional connection to anyone, which is why he almost immediately connected with Luke.

Annabeth Chase - INTJ

Annabeth is always one step ahead of everyone else, trying to find solutions the second problems arise. That being said, she is very lonely, and feels most comfortable with objective rules rather than facing her emotions and the world around her. She tells Percy that while everyone, both gods and mortals have shady rules, she prefers gods, because at least with them, she knows what to expect, and how to earn their trust.

Grover Underwood - INFP

Grover’s Fi shows itself in many ways throughout the series. He doesn’t just protect Percy and Annabeth as an obligation- he does if because he considers them his friends. He is sensitive, oftentimes letting his emotions get the better of them, but still maintains an Ne level of idealism in his search for Pan

Luke Castellan - ENFJ

Luke has similar motives to Percy, in the sense that he wants to do what is right for his community (demigods). However, where Percy is focused on his experience and his own personal knowledge of the gods to guide his choices, Luke is guided by his narrowed idea of the future. He is fueled by his own desires for the future, so much so, that he doesn’t realize how teaming up with Kronos can be a bad thing, until the very end. He is pulled back to reality by those he loves, and realizes that his vision isn’t as well thought out as he thought.

Clarisse La Rue- ESTP

Clarisse is very in tune to her outside environment, and tends to like sensory activities, like fighting and capture the flag. She lives by her own set of logic and rules, creating “initiations” for new kids. This being said, Clarisse can also have a soft side, and this is when her Fe comes in. She fights for those she cares about, is willing to understand Silena on an emotional level, even when she turned out to be a traitor.

Note: More characters to be added, as I reread the books and more seasons come out. I will probably also make a whole other post for Heroes of Olympus characters.

[leviathanlazarus]

Attention

Pairing: Joe Elliott x Steve Clark

Word Count: ~5900 (it’s a LONG one, fuck!) 

Warnings: bondage--dom!Joe x sub!Steve; restraints; blindfolding; flogging; nipple clamps; edging; fingering; first-time unprotected penetrative sex; after-care. 18+

Forgive me, Lord, for all my sins.  

Written as a gift for brokenrose, as part of 2020's A Very Kinky Rockfic Ficmas Fest. The prompt was 'Steve Clark,Joe Elliott (Def Leppard,Def Leppard): Bondage.'

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“I wouldn’t have expected you to be into this,” Joe said. He was tying Steve’s left wrist to the bedpost and dragging his eyes down the blue and green veins snaking underneath his fair skin; Steve’s other wrist was already tethered, and he’d asked Joe if he was going to tie his ankles too, but Joe said that it “wouldn’t be possible” for what he wanted to do with him. Joe leaned down and looked into Steve’s eyes: “You’re somehow always full of surprises. Maybe because you’re so quiet,” he added absentmindedly, lifting himself up again to tighten the knot.

“I’ve hinted before,” Steve said softly. “That I want to try, anyway.” He’d hinted because Joe had been so goddamn vocal about being into it himself--tying people up, spanking them, gagging them, bringing that macho-man role to the table and amping it up until someone could come just from the sound of his voice. Steve felt so exposed--fully naked, baring it all for Joe to see, while the frontman was still fully clothed. Steve had seen that hard body before but, with being tied up and teased, he was practically salivating to see it again. 

Who would have thought?

Joe’s voice rose: “Have you?” He chuckled and straddled Steve’s hips, folding himself over him and bringing their mouths together. 

Oh, Joe’s kisses--something Steve had learned to love and crave so much. Sometimes it was hard to not literally beg for Joe to kiss him when they got a spare moment or a quick shadow to pass through. Steve strained against the ties, oh-so-ready to wrap his arms around Joe, and let out a little noise of disapproval when he realized he couldn’t. 

“I thought you wanted this?” Joe questioned as he pulled back, almost frowning. 

“I do,” Steve said. The weight of Joe on top of him was making him hard and needy. He wondered if Joe could feel his erection growing and growing with each microscopic movement and each half-degree rise in temperature between them. 

Joe ran his hands along the rope binding Steve’s wrists. “It’s a shame we have to do this on a bed. I’d rather have you standing,” he said, then smirked. “Then get you on your knees.”

Eager to please, Steve thought. Yeah, that’s what he was. 

“We couldn’t use your playroom?” Steve asked, only partially joking.

“Ha!” Joe bellowed and bent down to kiss him again. “I wish I had a playroom. But this’ll have to do.” He hopped off the bed and grabbed a bandanna from the dresser--everything was already there, a small collection of “toys and tools” that he had spread out on the wood, the bandanna first in line. 

When Joe made it taut and started to move the fabric above Steve’s head, Steve bucked at his ties. “No, wait,” he pleaded, and Joe stopped, his knees sinking into the side of the mattress. He took in the sight of Joe’s tanned arms and the sturdy torso underneath his shirt, the little strip of bare skin exposed above his waistband. “I wanna see you.”

Joe smiled--not cocky, truly sincere. “You’ll see me again soon,” he said and started to gently place the blindfold over Steve’s eyes and tie it behind his head. When he spoke again, Joe’s voice sounded further away yet even closer all at once, and Steve felt himself get completely hard at the next statement. “If you’re good.” He felt Joe move off the bed again and then heard, “What do you want first? Any preference?”

Was that part of the dom-sub relationship? Steve thought the “dom” just did whatever he wanted. He was so flustered he couldn’t even remember what the options were. “Um--” he started to say, trying to visualize Joe standing at the dresser in front of all his stuff. “Whatever you want, Joe--”

Joe reached down and cupped the side of his face, running his thumb over his bottom lip. “No, it’s about what YOU want,” he said, stroking the first signs of stubble with his fingertips as Steve’s lips parted. “So what do you want, honey?” 

Steve might as well have been putty in Joe’s hands. He swiveled one leg to the side, trying to get any contact with him, and felt his foot nudge against his thigh. Before he could answer, Joe’s hands were pushing his leg back into place, straight as an arrow down the bed. “None of that,” he said with a laugh, patting Steve’s knee. “You’re not allowed.”

Steve frowned and stopped himself from fidgeting. “Okay.”

“Let’s just start nice and slow,” Joe said, letting the words fall from his tongue leisurely. He straddled Steve again and ran his fingers down his torso. “We haven’t had much time together, Steve. Not ‘til now.” 

Steve shivered in the cool air and with Joe’s light touches down his chest, down his ribs, and along his stomach. “No, I s’pose not.” His breath hitched when Joe's fingers just barely brushed through his pubic hair but ignored his hard-on. Was asking for more something he could do? Or would Joe punish him? Did he want to be punished?

He could admit to himself that he’d thought about Joe roughing him up before. Not in a violent way per se, but Steve had had fleeting--or, admittedly, pervasive--thoughts of Joe grabbing him by the throat, or the hair, or his wrist, and throwing him against a wall, shoving his hand down his pants, making him turn around and--

Joe’s fingers skittered up to his armpits--one of Steve’s knees tried to jerk itself up but was stopped by Joe sitting on top of him. 

“Are you ticklish?” Joe asked, fingers edging dangerously toward the vulnerable skin and wiry hairs. “Should we find out?”

Steve’s legs thrashed as much as they could underneath Joe when the butterfly touches finally fluttered over his armpits. “No, Joe!” he cried out, laughing. What a fucking bastard. Steve had never heard of tickling being a sexual thing, but it seemed fitting for Joe to toy with him like that, especially when he couldn’t do much to fight back. “Stop!” 

Joe’s disembodied laugh boomed right through the room. “Alright, alright.” His hands explored Steve’s flushed chest. “Do you remember your safe word? Instead of saying ‘stop?’”

“I thought,” Steve started, trying to catch his breath. “That was for when I feel unsafe.”

“It’s for whenever you want to stop. Doesn’t matter what the situation is,” Joe corrected. “‘Stop’ can be kind of...ambiguous. Your safe word means you’re demanding me to literally stop, and stop everything. No confusion.” 

“Right, no confusion at all,” Steve quipped, squirming with Joe’s weight on top of him and his still-neglected hard-on. 

“I’m serious,” Joe said, an authoritative sternness in his voice that nearly made Steve quiver. “Do you understand? We can only go on if you understand.” 

Steve nodded. Damn it, he really wished he could see Joe. Each second was driving him more wild. “I understand,” he said, and tried to shimmy his hips to rub his erection against him. 

Joe pressed one palm against Steve’s chest to still him and used the other hand to cup his jaw. “You understand WHAT?”

Steve’s heart started to race in anticipation. “I understand that I need to say the safeword.”

“Good. But how are you supposed to address me once we begin?”

OH. Steve swallowed. “I understand...sir.” He could feel Joe’s satisfaction simmer through the room like a wave and Steve could imagine the grin spread across his face as the word left his lips. It made Steve hot too, honestly, and he wasn’t going to try and pretend like it didn’t. He needed some attention--more attention than a bout of tickling.

When one of Joe’s hands started to explore him again and the other clasped his jaw more tightly, Steve felt a whine rise in his throat. He tried to spread his legs but failed, though he succeeded in getting some much-needed friction against his groin. 

“So needy,” Joe remarked. “You’re going to have to wait for that.” Suddenly his weight was gone from the bed and he said, “But don’t worry--I’ll make you feel so good in other ways. New ways.” Steve heard something lightly slap against skin, but not his own, and his body tightened; he felt something sleek and cool trail down the center of his torso, something that tickled him again but not enough to laugh. 

“Is that the--” Steve started to ask, but his words were cut off when the vaguely familiar tendrils ran over his groin.

“The whip,” Joe finished. He saw Steve swallow and brace himself for it, all his limbs rigid and his neck taut, mouth pressed into a line. He dragged the whip down Steve’s leg, back up, then down the other. “Relax--just breathe. I won’t start until you’re ready. But if we do start, you have to remember to breathe, okay?”

Steve nodded and let out the breath he’d been holding. They’d talked about all the possibilities before, but so many had disappeared in a flurry from his mind when he was actually tied up--the whip was something he’d been a little excited for, albeit a little scared, too. He’d never known pain could be pleasurable, not really, until Joe kept blabbing about all of his “experiences” and, each time he and Joe had fooled around, Steve had secretly--and then not so secretly--wished that Joe would really take charge and show him how pain could turn into something even more remarkable.

The whip was dragged over about as much as Joe could manage--Steve’s arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, hips, legs, all of him all over again and again as Steve gradually relaxed and his breathing calmed and slowed. “How’s it feel?” he asked as he paused to part his legs enough to expose his inner thighs, so soft and tender under his hands--great canvases. 

“It feels like…” Steve started, trying to think of the best way to describe it, slightly distracted by Joe’s fingers kneading his thighs. That alone felt more intense than it ever had before, like electric sparks were being sent from his fingertips. “Ticklish, almost like...butterfly kisses. But everywhere.” 

Joe smiled. “Think you’re ready for more?”

Steve nodded again. “Yes.”

Joe squeezed his thigh. “Yes..?”

Fuck. “Yes sir.” Steve felt the tails of the whip brush more intently over his thighs, swirling over his already-quivering skin, and took a deep breath. 

“That’s it,” Joe cooed from beyond the blindfold; Steve took another breath and waited, then let it go when he felt the whip snap against his thigh. He didn’t make a sound beyond that, just waited for the next snap of it and it came quick on the other thigh. 

“You’re keeping still,” Joe said, snapping the whip again. Steve kept quiet but his back arched, and Joe brought the whip up to his lower stomach and snapped it there, too. “Good. If you move, that’s okay, but I’ll follow you.” 

Steve managed to say, “Okay” and then the whip was all over him, from his chest down to his calves, and Joe had told the truth--whenever Steve moved, which wasn’t much beyond twisting around a couple inches and his legs twitching of their own accord, Joe’s whip followed him right along. He kept breathing, counting his breaths instead of the number of lashes he was getting, and the black in front of his eyes gradually became a deep shade of red. 

At the crack of the whip against his left hip, the pain suddenly shot through Steve’s body all at once. He wanted to howl, wanted to curse, but he bit his lip and whimpered instead; his breathing became ragged and he could feel tears soaking into the bandanna around his eyes as his entire body shook. It hurt, it hurt fucking bad, but he could feel he was at least still half-hard and the thought of “I want more” was stronger than the thought of “I want to stop.”

Joe raked the tails of the whip slowly down his leg. “Breathe, Steve,” he instructed, watching the rapid rise and fall of his flushed chest. “And be vocal if you need to. It’s okay.” 

Steve could only imagine how pink, maybe even red, his whole body must have been. It felt like all of his skin was on fire--each and every nerve was screaming and burning, and he wished he were sinking into an ice bath instead of the slightly scratchy bed sheets. When Joe’s hands soothingly gripped and ran up his legs, though, he forgot all about the bed beneath him--his focus was on the sensations, all of them.

The gentle whispers over his burning skin continued and Steve followed the lines in his mind; once his breathing was steady again, Joe cracked the whip against his flank and Steve actually yelped.

“Let it out,” Joe said. “Remember--it’s just us.”

That was true. For once, they had some privacy and, also for once, Joe wasn’t running his mouth over anyone else, not even Steve. Steve let it all go as Joe went on, managing to verbalize more than he moved in response to the lashes, until his heart was pounding in his ears and his throat and his nerves were shrieking inside him.

Joe smacked his thigh, hard enough for the slap to sound past Steve’s heartbeat. “You like that?” he asked, nearly in a growl. “You like being whipped?”

Steve guessed he did. He must have. As much as it hurt, he was reeling delightfully in the burning sensation and the stinging, the heat soaring through his muscles and even more so with Joe’s hands on him. “Yes,” he answered, quickly adding, “sir.”

“That’s good to hear,” Joe replied, gazing over Steve’s body. He was all flushed, all bright pink, but Joe hadn’t broken any skin--good. There would be marks eventually, maybe some bruises, but no blood, not ever. “You look so good like this, tied up and at my mercy.” Funny choice of words, Steve thought, because then Joe asked, “What do you want me to do to you?”

Steve almost frowned. “No more of that?”

Joe chuckled. “You want more? Normally, I wouldn’t object, but I’m getting dangerously close to breaking skin, and I won’t do that.” 

“Oh,” Steve said. He tried to think of what he wanted, but his mind was a blur. It was hard to focus with his body so on fire, but then he remembered what Joe was packing, what he’d have tastes of but never the whole thing. When he felt Joe’s hands on his hips, pressing so hard Steve figured he’d have handprints there, he squirmed a bit and said, “Will you...fuck me?”

Joe almost laughed. He’d kept Steve’s legs free with this very thing in mind, though he hadn’t expressed it beyond slight implication. They’d never gone all the way before and he’d hoped they’d be able to tonight, though he wasn’t sure how Steve would take everything--he had expected him to do well but, even still, he’d exceeded Joe’s expectations. He was hard in his pants, straining at the fly, and he’d forgotten about his erection until Steve broached the subject. Steve wasn’t really hard anymore, but Joe saw his dick twitch when he palmed his thighs again, right over the red marks. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Joe asked, kneeling between Steve’s legs and bending down, sinking his teeth into his inner thigh. Steve hissed and cursed under his breath; Joe waited another second for an answer but, upon not getting one, he smacked his thigh again. “Do you?”

Steve whimpered and spread his legs wider. “Yes, sir, I want you to fuck me.”

Joe smiled, then tapped Steve’s leg. “Time out.”

Steve lifted his head up, as if he was trying to look at Joe through the blindfold. “What?”

“You want this to be our, er, ‘first time?’” Joe asked. He needed to be sure--some bruises might be more easily forgiven (or forgotten) than actual sex. “While you’re tied up?”

“Yeah.” Steve boldly and blindly hooked his calf around Joe’s waist. “I’ve wanted to...for a while. Thought about it a lot. Not exactly like this but…” He trailed off, nervously waiting for Joe’s response. What if he didn’t want to have sex at all? Did he ruin the whole experience as it had just gotten started?

Apparently not--Joe growled from low in his throat and Steve felt warm lips on his thigh, kissing one and then the other, oh-so conveniently missing his junk. He opened his mouth to politely ask for more but Joe beat him to it--a big, sturdy hand wrapped around his cock and started to stroke it back to life. 

“I’ll have to give you some more attention then,” Joe purred, satisfied in seeing Steve squirm and arch into his touch. He ran his thumb down the seam of Steve’s balls as he stroked his cock, feeling the weight get denser and firmer in his hand. “Is that what you needed all along, Steve? Some attention?” 

Steve bucked once into Joe’s hand--he was so close to coming already, just from those few strokes, the build-up of anticipation, need and being stimulated over his whole body too much to hold back. “Yeah,” he breathed, making his hands into fists as he pulled against the restraints. 

“Who do you need attention from?” Joe asked, using one hand to undo the fly of his own pants. 

Just a couple more twists of Joe’s hand and Steve knew he would blow; he bucked again, heart frantic, sweat breaking out along his hairline: “You.”

Joe opened the flays of his pants and rubbed his cock through his underwear, fully hard and leaking with that single word from Steve. “Is that right?” he asked, leaning forward and dribbling saliva onto the head of Steve’s cock, stroking it down over his shaft; he was going faster, getting more turned on by Steve’s whining and fast breaths, and the brush of pubic hair against his fist as he kept bucking his hips.

“Joe--sir--” Steve sputtered, barely able to catch his breath enough to speak. “I’m gonna--please--”

“Yeah?” Joe worked Steve faster, one hand up and down, twisting, the other caressing his balls. He could feel the heat and the weight, the fluid inside so close to breaking up and through but, when Steve moaned his name again and panted, whining from high in his throat, Joe abruptly took his hands away. 

“Fuck!” Steve screeched as Joe’s hands disappeared from his cock and came down to smack both his thighs, so hard he could nearly see stars behind the blindfold. 

Joe dug his fingers into his thighs and pushed them forward, sinking himself right between them and leaning forward: “You don’t come until I fuck you--got it?”

Then fuck me! Steve wanted to shout, mind seething with frustration, body overpowered by heat, but he tried to breathe and ignore the aching pain in his groin--he would get what he asked for, no doubt, and now he was a little nervous about what that entailed. “Okay.”

Joe shoved two fingers into Steve’s mouth: “Yes or no--do you understand?”

Through the obstruction, Steve answered, “Yes, sir.”

Joe kept his fingers there, stroking over Steve’s tongue and sliding them as far into his throat as his gag reflex would allow; before Steve could blink, Joe’s hand was between his legs and he was being touched in a way no other had touched him before. It felt weird more so than painful, and he forced himself not to close his legs, keeping quiet as he felt Joe’s knuckles against his cheeks and the prodding feeling inside himself. 

Joe was being surprisingly quiet as he prepped him, and Steve felt self-conscious at the thought of Joe doing nothing but silently examining--judging?--his body, not only the appearance but the feeling of it. But he must have liked it, right? He didn’t stop working one finger, then two, inside of him and lazily petting Steve’s hip as he did so, nothing but both of their gentle yet deep breaths to fill the silence. 

It still didn’t hurt all that badly but Steve knew that feeling was temporary. He swallowed when he heard Joe’s pants drop, the sound of metal clinking raising a minor alarm in his head but, nevertheless, he wanted it. Tied up or not, Steve wanted it, and he couldn’t put it off for himself any longer, but he needed one thing first.

“Joe?” he asked meekly. “Er--sir…”

Joe smiled to himself, still slowly working his fingers inside of Steve, feeling him get gradually more and more ready. “Yes?”

“When we do it, can you take the blindfold off?”

The smile on Joe’s face grew--the knowledge of being desired made the heat palpable between the two of them, and he would happily oblige to Steve’s request. He hadn’t been someone’s first time in a long time and he was endlessly impressed with how well Steve took to letting go and embracing something completely new and, honestly, kind of scary.

“If you’d like,” Joe answered. He slid his fingers in deeper and nudged against the spot he’d held back from, his own cock twitching in his underwear as Steve writhed and gasped. “Oh, there it is. How’s that feel?”

“Fu--fucking amazing,” Steve uttered. His wrists jolted out and then back, banging against the headboard. “Joe, I can’t--I’ll--”

Joe brushed over his prostate again, more delicately, then slowly withdrew his fingers. “It’s okay. Just remember,” he said, crawling up over Steve’s body, kissing the flushed skin and red marks along the way. “You may be tied up, but this is about what you want. You want the blindfold off now?”

Steve nodded and tried to wrap one leg around Joe. 

“What about that other thing we talked about?” Joe asked, glancing at the dresser.

Still, Steve couldn’t think all that clearly about the other things they’d discussed. “I don’t remember.”

Joe placed his palms on Steve’s chest and ran his thumbs over his nipples. “The clamps.”

Another alarm went off in Steve’s mind but Joe’s soothing and stimulating touches across his chest also made him intrigued. It would probably hurt like the whip did, but it might feel really good, too. Only one way to find out.

“I want to try,” Steve said, his breath hitching while Joe played with his nipples again, then started kissing his collarbone. 

Joe kissed his way up Steve’s neck, to his mouth: “I’ll take the blindfold off after I put them on. I want you to really feel it.” He maneuvered off the bed and grabbed the clamps, the chain rattling quietly in his hands, then returned between Steve’s legs. “I think you’ll love these. You’re so responsive to everything,” he said, lying the chain across Steve’s abdomen to tease his nipples with his fingers again.

Steve held his breath as one clamp was tightened around his nipple, then the other; he exhaled slowly through the pain, slighter and duller than he’d expected, only twitching when Joe tugged on the chain gently. “You alright?” Joe asked.

Arrows of white-hot pleasure were shot from Steve’s chest down to his groin, exacerbated by the leftover stings all over his body from the whip. He felt overwhelmed but in a deliriously delicious way. He wanted more. He wanted all of it.

“Give it to me hard,” Steve said, bringing more gusto to his voice with the newfound strength of, who would have guessed, nipple clamps. “That’s what I want. I’ve thought about it so much, Joe--”

Joe clamped a hand over Steve’s mouth; he reached over with the other for the lube. “I’ll ride you until you’re screaming,” he declared, and the statement urged Steve to spread his legs wider and try to reach for Joe despite not being able to. “If that’s what you want.”

With Joe tearing off his shirt and pulling down his pants, Steve letting out quiet, hasty whines and fidgeting nonstop, Joe’s cock shiny and slick, and one of his hands keeping Steve’s leg pushed back, it began. Joe slowly started to push in, biting back his own moan as Steve’s plush heat raptured him, hooking both his legs in his elbows once enough of him was inside to free his hands. Steve was whimpering louder, head turned to the side, hands in fists again; Joe was nearing the hilt, starting to loosen a groan, when Steve whimpered his name.

“What is it?” Joe asked, a little grateful for the minor distraction. He couldn’t come so soon.

“The blindfold,” Steve reminded him, turning his head to blindly face Joe. “Please?” 

“Oh.” Joe pushed in the last half inch and groaned softly, his hair hanging in front of his face as his shoulders dropped and his body relaxed against and into Steve. He bent over, hooking Steve’s legs around his hips, and untied the bandanna.

Steve blinked--it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light again, the bare-all golden white in the room like the rising sun itself, but Joe was even more glorious. His eyes were a new shade of emerald, so clear and bright that they really did sparkle, and his blonde hair looked like a halo, at least then. But Joe was far from being an angel--the look on his face was all sin, and Steve wanted so badly to pull him down and kiss it off him. 

Joe was definitely not an angel--he leaned back and grabbed the chain across Steve’s chest, pulling on it as he started to rut his hips forward, as if he could push in any further; Steve squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. It was dull but deep, like two talons digging into his chest, and he couldn’t stifle his gasp. 

“Focus on me,” Joe commanded, leaning back down but keeping the chain taut. “If you focus on the pain, you’ll lose it. Focus on me inside you, giving you exactly what you want, and let everything else flow through you.”

Tears broke past his lashes as Steve turned his head to the side, eyes still shut but managing a nod. He tried, he really tried to bring his attention to nothing but Joe gently thrusting in, fully aware that he was being given the time he needed to adjust. But it was too much sensation and too little freedom, even if he was the one calling the shots. 

He turned to look at Joe, feeling a tear stream down his temple: “Untie me?” 

Joe loosened his hold on the chain and stopped moving entirely: “Say the safeword if you--”

Now Steve was getting frantic. “No!” he yelped, arching his back impatiently and yanking his wrists as far forward as he could. “I want to--I can’t--” 

“Alright, don’t you worry,” Joe said softly. He followed Steve’s request and once those skinny arms were free, he was swaddled by them. Steve wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down, one hand fisting through his hair, the other grabbing the back of his neck, and then Steve’s lips were on Joe’s in a hungry fury.

The synchronicity was in full swing--their mouths ravaged one another’s with the same desire, and Steve had no doubt that Joe had wanted it all along too; Joe’s thrusts became harder and Steve absorbed each of them, with Joe’s lower abdomen continuously rubbing all along his cock; his nails raked down Joe’s spine as the nipple clamps were tugged again but, as they moved, the sensations all melted into one, and Steve didn’t think he’d ever feel anything better. He bit down on Joe’s earlobe and expelled ragged breaths into his ear; Joe growled in response, tilting his head back, letting Steve’s mouth descend from his ear to the side of his neck, scraping his teeth down the length to his shoulder to bite. 

Joe was surprised. Sometimes Steve seemed so delicate, and that was one of the things he liked about him so much, including when they’d fooled around before; but animalistic and raw Steve was hot too, even impressive. It gave Joe an ego boost, like his dick was that good and he was that good that Steve clearly couldn’t enough of him. He wanted to hold off for as long as he could but Steve’s body heat--inside and out--was bringing all the blood to his cock and the need to come like a torrent of fire.

The pain flowed through everywhere, but more pleasure than pain, or maybe more pleasure because of the pain. Yes, Joe’s cock burned and Steve’s nipples stung as they were tugged on and the chain rattled, muffled, between the two of them; his skin burned with Joe’s body pressed against his and he could feel bruises and stinging marks forming on his hips and chest already, and Steve thought what was happening in that bed was far more exhilarating than any fantasy he’d ever had. All of Joe’s regaling of his sexual escapades, his teasing, their hasty hook-ups were only vague tastes of the real thing, which was fucking like two men who thought the world was going to end. 

Joe’s left hand pulled tighter on the chain; his right fumbled between their torsos to grab Steve’s cock, it seemed to be perpetually weeping onto his abdomen. Steve needed attention, all of his attention, and Joe was more than willing to give it to him--the feel of that hard, hot cock in his hand was like no other, the blood pumping through the veins just for him, the beads of precum running over his fingers just for him, and Steve desperately grinding into him as he moaned Joe’s name was all for him. 

“Come on, Steve,” Joe huffed. Sweat dripped from his nose onto Steve’s chin; he tossed his head back to get damp hair out of his face, but Steve reached up to tug on what he could grab and bring Joe’s mouth to his. While Steve would have memories imprinted all over his body, Joe would have the sting of teeth breaking the thin skin of his lips and scraping over his tongue for days to come. He could taste iron and both of their sweat, and he inhaled Steve’s increasingly whiny moans and interrupted pleas, thrusting harder and faster, pulling on the nipple clamps as Steve pulled Joe’s hair in response. 

Steve was biting more than he was kissing as he finally came, spilling over Joe’s knuckles and shooting between them, the would-be splatter diminished over both of their abdomens. Joe wanted to look down and see it, see everything that Steve had given him BECAUSE of him, but his body was screaming at him to keep going and finish, to fill Steve up and to empty himself of everything he wished he’d given him sooner. 

Steve’s breathy whines as he came down and the loosening of his arms around Joe’s neck spurred him on. “How is this your first time?” Joe gruffed out, burying his face against Steve’s neck as he said the words. “You take it so well--like--fuck--” His own groan cut him off. He sank his teeth into Steve’s skin and held them there, sucking, prodding with his tongue; Steve’s fingers tangled in the sweaty hair at the base of his neck. He held Joe tighter, splayed one leg out further and clamped the other around Joe’s thighs, closing his eyes against the ongoing thrusts that kept residual pleasure radiating through his cock, through his insides, up his spine. 

When Joe came, it was an eruption. He growled and grumbled beneath Steve’s ear, bit his neck to bruises before he lifted himself up enough to ravage Steve’s mouth again; the heat that filled Steve’s body was like nothing he’d ever felt, all-consuming and feeling almost endless, with Joe’s stuttering hips still pushing against his thighs, and the sweat combined between the two of them making their last lingering movements easy and slick despite both their panting and whining.

It took Steve a moment to even notice that Joe had released his hold on the nipple clamps. Every nerve was singing so loud it was hard to tell which was which and what was going on; it wasn’t until Joe’s fingers gently danced over his chest that he looked down and saw the chain had gone limp, then Joe’s fingers carefully worked to unclamp and put the chain aside, then brush his fingertips over his nipples. 

“You took everything so well,” he cooed, and the soft, low tone made Steve smile shyly. “You really did. Better than I expected, Steve. You didn’t even say your safeword.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips, then gently rolled over and off, keeping one arm thrown over his waist, eyes glowing at Steve as though he really was impressed--it made Steve blush. “How do you feel?”

Cheeks flushed maybe more than the rest of him, Steve couldn’t help but turn away. “Sore. Strange,” he admitted softly. “But I’m glad.” 

Joe reached up and turned Steve to look into his eyes. “It’s so flattering to know that you wanted my attention so badly,” he said, stroking his cheek with his fingers and his bottom lip with his thumb.

It was true. As much as it pained Steve to admit it, sometimes all he wanted was for Joe to look at him a certain way, or touch him or, on those special occasions, kiss him and whisper dirty things in his ear. He wiggled his way over to Joe, cuddling right up against him, and asked against his chest, “Do you ever want my attention?”

Joe laughed and pet his hair. “Yes, of course. Don’t you ever see how much I try to impress you?”

Steve blushed even more. “You’re only joking, aren’t you?”

“I’m serious. It can be tough, you know, trying to win your attention,” Joe said. He charmed Steve even more when he added, “And your affection.”

“Oh, please,” Steve murmured. It was impossible not to notice Joe. Nonetheless, the affirmation was just what he needed. Cuts and bruises, sweat and cum; it was just him and Joe. He felt cared for in his arms, so comfortably swaddled in warmth and muscle and that familiar scent. 

Joe’s low, rumbling voice interrupted Steve almost dozing off: “Think I can carry you to the bath?”

Steve chuckled. “I dunno. Can you?” 

“We should clean up,” Joe said, starting to inch away; Steve reached out and grabbed one of his hands. “I’ll carry you. Or, try. I’m not gonna make you walk even a foot after all that.”

Steve couldn’t even try to dispute that, because Joe was dragging him across the bed and into his arms, wobbling a little as he scooped him up. Maybe it was a weird rush of leftover sexually-charged adrenaline, or maybe Joe really was that strong, or maybe Steve was really that light, but whatever the case, he felt like a literal god was carrying him. 

They both managed to squeeze into the tub, with the water full of oil and soap and gentle but lush fragrances; the air was cool but the water was warm, soothing over Steve’s tormented skin, and he leaned back against Joe and let those big hands gently fondle and massage him. Yes, without a doubt, some attention was nice. 

[manndo]

Care to share some Rafael Barba headcanons? Do you ever dream of some crossover stuff?

okay, so first off, i want to apologize about not responding to this ask sooner! i wanted to take time to think about the ask before responding, and then i got busy with real life and forgot! so, my apologizes!! i did not mean to take this long. :(

soooo, i don’t have a ton of hcs about barba, tbh?? idk why, but here are few that i have that i’ve thought about (fyi, some of these focus on just barba, and some of them are with barba and a significant other).

— hasn’t dated much; yelina broke his heart a long time ago, and quite frankly, barba didn’t really recover from the betrayal (i’ve always believed that they did date and yelina cheated on him, most likely with alex, and didn’t just break up with him). since then, he really has just been a workaholic and focuses on that. doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried to have relationships, but they usually fade and fizzle out pretty quickly.

— obviously, he’s a workaholic, i think that is pretty much an established thing. he tends to work long hours, sometimes working till like one or two in the morning without even realizing he is doing it. when he gets a significant other who sticks around, they quickly realize why he works so hard – it isn’t because he wants to get farther in his job, but because he really does care, and he wants to help the victims get the justice they deserve, and put the bastards behind bars where they belong. but they also understand that he needs to slow down a bit; he’s getting older, he needs to start to take care of himself a little more, take some time to himself and for their relationship. it is a struggle at first, but slowly but surely, they get to a point where rafael isn’t always working

— doesn’t own any pets, but he does like the idea of a cat because they are very independent creatures. sure, he likes dogs, but they require more attention, which barba doesn’t have time for. though, he does not like the shedding that is involved with either animal because it is such a pain to get off his suits and ties.

—  if a significant other can break past the barriers he’s put up, they would find out he would be a big ass softy. like, he loves to stay in cuddle when he has time to. he prefers to be the big spoon, for sure. he is also big on touches; small brushes here and there, or maybe if they are on the couch and he’s working and his significant other is maybe reading or whatever, he’ll keep his free hand on their ankle or foot, or calf or over their hand that is resting on the couch. wherever he can touch, he’ll touch; he loves the skin to skin contact, it is kind of grounding for him. and though he prefers to stay in with some take out and a film (he prefers drama, maybe a few action films – and he does like rom coms, but he’d never admit that so he’ll always groan when his partner wants to watch one, but will secretly love it), or maybe a few episodes of some tv show, he still likes to go out, and treat his significant other to fancy dinners or expensive nights out every once in a while.

— a massive bookworm. mostly classics (he did quote vonnegut in that one episode), but he does sometimes dabble in newer fiction here and there. cause he is a workaholic, he doesn’t get to read as much as he wants, but he tries to find time here and there when he can. he probably prefers to reread some of his favorites, and those copies are def worn, and have dogeared pages, but it is clear that they are loved. also, if he has a free day or some downtime, he likes to go to an old bookstore and browse. he likes the smell of books, old and loved or brand spanking new.

— alert!! nsfw (kind of) ahead!! he’s probably a dom in the bedroom. i don’t se him as a ridiculously, overbearing dom, so to speak, but he’d definitely have some kinks and tendencies that would be considered dominate. barba definitely likes and prefers to have control. obviously, because of working in sex crimes, he is always super open and honest with his partners in the bedroom, and makes sure they’re okay with what he is doing before doing it. always wants to make sure he’s not doing anything that they are uncomfortable with or do not want. also, once he’s in a relationship for a significant amount of time, and begins to really trust the person, he would probably start to slowly relinquish control a bit, letting his partner maybe take the reins every once in a while, so to speak.

— as for crossovers, i never really thought of any?? like i don’t think i could cross it over with anything i like since everything is so different?? lol. but now i’m like imagining a young, college-aged barba in like the 80s in hawkins, indiana dealing with the upside down?? i mean, it is an interesting concept, but idk, i don’t think any of my fandoms really cross over so to speak. lol i mean, i guess you can make anything cross over with like harry potter, so maybe a barba in the wizarding world. perhaps he’d be like a professor or something?? i mean i also think about him becoming a professor of law after what went down in his last episode, so yea. idk. i’m always interested in professor!barba, in any capacity, if you know what i mean. 😏

so yea! that’s a few hcs (and crossovers) i have for barba. sorry if they got a bit out of hand?? i’m not good at short answers/responses to anything?? lol. hope this is what you were looking for!! again, sorry for the late response!! but also, thank you for the question!! ❤️❤️

[cyberrat]

Whoops, sorry, nasty ask. After seeing Sigma’s origin story video, I can’t help but see that he’d be a really cute, shy bottom. 😩 He’d look so good getting dommed the fuck out. max-wayne12 draws him like that so perfectly well too, and I’m dying. 👏

He’d def be a super cute bottom! I can’t yet decide if he would be *shy*, per se... but I feel like he would def need a partner that is constantly keeping track of him and making sure he’s not getting too lost in his own head

[3arzal]

my take on the sfw + nsfw headcanons based on this list! + (fem!yoonmin version by @yoonminist​ dfjgoacnaijf)

SFW

who cooks?

yoongi is pretty helpless when it’s not cooking coffee (if you fucking cook coffee at all) but he makes pretty mean ramen but jimin is the one who can cook basic dishes albeit he’s a lil bit clumsy. he often goes to youtube for tutorials and stuff but it’s okay cause it doesn’t taste bad at all!

who’s the messiest? the cleanest?

jimin is not messy, per se, but he likes to put things where it doesn’t belong lmao but he doesn’t leave clothes on the floor or socks everywhere, no. yoongi though is neater than him cause he’s a creature of habit so he likes his things where he wants them and last saw them.

who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

yoongi! he’s the type who knows basic procedures but jimin is the one on the phone already contacting nearby mechanics or something.

living space has a leak! who fixes it?

yoongi, but he will fail and give up and they’ll end up calling the plumbers lol

who buys the groceries?

they both write a list because they don’t want anything they don’t need (aside from a few snacks that jimin buys like jellies and stuff) and then they go together. jimin will push the cart around and yoongi walks beside him with the list and his phone out for the calculator.

going out to eat: who pays? who orders the most food? and who has dessert?

i feel like there’s a system here -- when they go out for say, fast food, food stalls, hole-in-the-walls, or a food tent, jimin pays. but yoongi is the one who pays when they’re out on restaurants or even buffets! yoongi eats like a normal guy (bout 2-3 servings, or as normal as a guy can get aha) and jimin eats less than him but jimin lives for dessert! 

would they go to the beach?

they would! jimin loves the beach, and yoongi likes it too but he isn’t exactly a fan of going into the water. he’ll sit on a beach chair under the shade as jimin plays in the water.

who knows how to swim? who doesn’t?

jimin knows! yoongi probably knows how to paddle.

is someone multilingual? do they try to teach another language to the other? how does it go?

no. they have hard satoori tongues and while learning the seoul dialect was relatively easy, i don’t think it translates to another language. they do know a few japanese phrases from watching anime.

any pets? or plants?

min holly! and they own a few succulents just to give the house a greener vibe.

baths or showers? together or separate? any bubbles or bubble fights?

both of them like baths, that’s for sure. but they don’t always have the time for that. when they do they lay together in the water for a couple of minutes holding hands and exchanging stories. yoongi doesn’t like to shower together that often though. jimin likes a nice long shower after workout. no bubble fights because they’re mainly wrapped up in each other during baths.

can they stand silence? who talks the most? who talks the least?

they can. it’s a nice thing for the both of them but jimin cannot stand it for way too long since he needs to be talking to yoongi like all the time. yoongi doesn’t mind though. but jimin knows when to stay quiet when yoongi is working!

who stays up late? who sleeps the most? does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

yoongi always stays up later than jimin. jimin can stay up late but he doesn’t want to stay that late since his sleep is important. before he passes out though he makes sure to remind yoongi never to stay up til early morning. jimin will wake up first and then he allows an hour or two more for yoongi to catch some sleep but not more than that.

who is the highest maintenance? does the other mind?

none of them are. they’re pretty mature, but of course yoongi likes to indulge his baby most of the time. jimin doesn’t mind though cause it makes him feel special. jimin indulges him in um...other ways.

vacation ideas: who decides them? where would they go, if anywhere?

when it gets extremely cold, they always want to go somewhere hot (southeast asian countries). sometimes when jimin stumbles upon a travel blog that he finds really cool he can persuade yoongi into going to that place (a really pretty village in japan or shanghai) but the main goal is new york city!

NSFW

how often do they have sex, if at all?

about three times a week, penetrative sex-wise. random orals are there because yoongi once told jimin he looks good on his knees as he looks up at  yoongi with wide eyes. sometimes when they’re really horny and really sleepy they just rut against each other until they cum.

who brings ideas? who initiates?

both of them. they’re not really shy with sex. jimin is the one who brings the New Ideas to the table and of course yoongi is down with them all as long as it doesn’t involve anything dangerous.

any kinks they clash on?

none. they’re pretty vanilla for the most part but when jimin said that he likes to be manhandled some days, yoongi was a bit skeptical but he learned how to do it as time passes by.

oddest place they’d have sex?

jimin has the tendency to want to have sex in public places, but yoongi doesn’t ever allow that cause it’s seriously too risky cause jimin can get pretty loud. but there was one time at a starbucks restroom.

favourite positions?

for penetrative sex, there are a few: missionary, when jimin rides yoongi either way (front or back), doggy style because yoongi can never resist jimin’s ass. jimin likes to drop on his knees for yoongi, and yoongi likes jimin’s ass on his face. sometimes they 69, but most of the time it’s just yoongi eating jimin out cause he loves that.

dom/top? sub/bottom? any switches?

for the most part, yoongi tops and jimin is happy to let him. jimin is naturally a submissive person. yoongi doesn’t really want anything up  his ass, but he lets jimin power bottom sometimes. also, they’re into the big space little space thing :-)

genital headcanons?

yoongi has a big dick. jimin has a nipple pierced. 

favourite erogenous zones?

jimin has sensitive nipples. really sensitive nipples. his neck when kissed and laved on is sensitive. the back of his ears where yoongi spends most of his time. his stomach, too and the insides of this thighs.

for yoongi it’s his chest. jimin spends a lot of time on yoongi’s chest. his neck, too. his v-lines and the area below his stomach and above his dick.

quickest turn ons? immediate turn offs?

when yoongi sucks behind jimin’s ear, he’s already turned-on. dirty talk. when jimin’s ass gets caressed or when yoongi spends too much time caressing jimin’s thigh when they’re watching a movie. yoongi gets so turned on when jimin’s voice gets all high and whiny, and when he’s extra submissive, and when jimin maintains eye contact with big, glassy eyes. not so much a turn off, nothing can ever really turn them off then they’re at it.

first to orgasm? last to orgasm? who comes the most? does someone ever end up unfinished?

it’s always a mission for yoongi to make jimin come first. and jimin comes a lot in thick, fat streaks. yoongi comes after just the same, but it’s jimin who takes a while to get over the shock. yoongi has to cuddle him for several minutes before jimin comes down, esp from a pretty intense orgasm. nobody ends up unfinished -- rule #1.

favourite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?

hand holding is def something they always do. and when they’re on missionary position they like to look into each other’s eyes like a bunch of saps. sometimes they kiss with their eyes open, staring at each other although it’s hard and awkward. when jimin is riding yoongi, yoongi likes to press his face into jimin’s chest and his hands are settled on jimin’s lower back. 

how are their afterglows?

as mentioned, it takes a while for jimin to recover so yoongi holds him through it. after a while, they’re still cuddling and jimin will trace patterns on yoongi’s chest, kitten licks on his neck as yoongi rubs his hand all over jimin’s hip and lower back. jimin is a nice shade of pink.

who’s loud? who’s quiet? does one try to make the other louder/quieter? how?

jimin is fucking loud. he’s loud, moans a lot and whines a lot. yoongi doesn’t mind. when they’re at home, yoongi doesn’t stop him even though he’s pretty sure jimin’s sounds bleed through the thin walls. but on some days when he gets super super loud, yoongi asks him to stay quiet and jimin will bit on his bent index finger. he’ll bite and suck on it to muffle his moans and whines a bit.

lights on or off? do they look at each other? or is someone embarrassed?

initially, jimin was insistent that they always have sex with the lights off because the only ever time they have sex at the beginning of their relationship was during the night time. so yoongi doesn’t have to see jimin’s face/body. gradually, jimin became more confident so they leave a lamp on, or the lights all the way open. then they ascended into morning sex and sex at all times, in broad daylight. yes they do look at each other! jimin was initially embarrassed about eye contact, but eventually he got over that.

open or closed relationship? do they sometimes share?

they have a really exclusive relationship. yoongi doesn’t share jimin with anyone, and jimin is pretty happy to be someone’s baby.