#how does this man take a shower and still remain dirty like-

[skyhawkstragedy]

damn Indy hates Turner so much

[the-music-maniac]

I just saw a take on zosan that was awful enough I had to block the person. They labelled their post "hot takes" and it annoyed me enough that I felt like hating on it from afar in a vague way would be less destructive than writing an entire essay in this person's comments section.

If you like treating Sanji like a babygirl - just say so. Nothing wrong with that. Don't act like uke-ifying him is accurate to his canon characterization though. If you don't like Zoro as a character, just SAY THAT. Don't act like your shitty understanding of him as a character should be common sense. Their premise was that zosan would work best as a non sexual relationship - sure I'm fine with that. Sounds like an interesting premise. Why tho?

The reasons were stupid.

1. Apparently bc Zoro is too much of a neanderthal and BC he doesn't shower frequently Sanji would never touch him blah blah (Sanji smokes ten million cigarettes a day, I assure you he doesn't smell good) y'all should stop treating him like a babygirl bc bleh Zoro stinky and likes drinking and where did that whole he's Nami's gay best friend thing come from, he isn't that, he doesn't deserve it. Okay??? First of all - last I checked babygirl didn't require certain qualifications - so fuck off? I've concluded that Zoro is the only babygirl and you can foam at the mouth all you want, I'm not changing my mind. Second of all, did you forget that NAMI can drink people under the table too?? Zoro does canonically have a very friendship/sibling-like dynamic with Nami. They argue and fight, but they care about each other. If there is anyone who would make sense as a headcanon of one of Nami's close friends? Zoro would be a candidate. Usopp I would argue would be a better option, but Zoro also makes sense. Third of all, Sanji spends all day cooking (often cooking SEAFOOD) in a three piece suit and then smoking like a chimney. He may shower more frequently than Zoro but I assure you he doesn't smell like a rose garden either. You also can't be a cook if you shy away from a little elbow grease and sweat. Getting dirty for your craft is something he understands. He also has atrocious fashion sense when it comes to clothes that are not suits and he's a lil crazy in the same way all the strawhats are but he hides it well. Sanji is a ridiculous man and I like him that way. Stop it.

2. Sanji isn't some fainting flower, and it annoys me that this person was trying to paint him that way as if it's a forgone conclusion. Their argument was that he screams at bugs, and they were using it as an argument on why Sanji is apparently a babygirl who could never top anyone (why in the world does sex position even play a factor here??). They also pinpointed that Sanji wears suits and swoons at women as a reason why he's likely not gonna top anyone and is gonna remain a virgin. Admittedly I stopped reading at that point bc I made the executive decision to block the person for my own peace of mind, so I perhaps misunderstood (I barely understood the argument in the first place) but I still don't see how any of these factors have anything to do with sex position, or a sexual relationship not working with zosan. I'm all for asexual zosan. But y'all need to stop treating Sanji like some frail twink. That man is badass. He has a strong enough kick to kill a man, his leg catches on fire, he can fucking fly, he gives as good as he gets when it comes to his interactions with Zoro, he survived years and years of abuse from his family and came out a kindhearted person with principles. He is strong af. Again. STOP. IT.

3. None of those reasons for why they wouldn't have sex make sense to me because they operate under an assumption that Sanji would find Zoro gross so obvi they wouldn't have sex. The person fundamentally misunderstood that most people who like zosan aren't there bc they want smut, they're there because Zoro and Sanji are equal and opposites and they understand each other in a very fundamental way from the moment they met. Yes, their relationship is antagonistic, but in the way that Brogy and Dorry are set up in that one episode. If you understand that, then you get that when it comes to rivals, when it comes to their competition and their interactions with each other, Sanji wouldn't give a shit about avoiding getting his hands dirty. That is not the type of person he is. Zoro is his one exception in that sense. He has etiquette and acts like a refined gentleman, and then Zoro issues a challenge and Sanji is there, IMMEDIATELY ready and willing to throw down. He swoons over women, Zoro says anything and IMMEDIATELY Sanji's attention is all on Zoro. I have to wonder if this person even fucking watched the show before deciding to pass a bunch of unfounded judgements.

Alright, rant done.

[alicerosejensen]

Idk if you’re taking requests but what about RE6 onwards Leon with reader who is much younger (early twenties)? I think it would be sooo cute

If someone has requests, then I accept everything! I have practically no topics that trigger me, so if someone wants to see some headcanon, then I will gladly try to fulfill his desire)

To be honest, Leon was 36 years old at the time of re6, and if the reader is twenty… for me, 16 years is a small age difference because I literally know a couple with many children, who have an age difference of a little more than twenty years, and they live together perfectly. it makes me believe in love.

There comes a moment when, probably, it was worth realizing that the woman who was being chased for more than twenty years was just a love interest and beckoned only with her mystery and flirtation.

It's unpleasant, but Leon came to this conclusion almost immediately after Lanshiang. The last night with Ada put all the dots in their strange relationship.

It was as if Leon had received a sobering slap in the face that brought him back from heaven to earth. On the other hand, Ada will forever remain a part of the history of his life, but not of the future, but only of the past.

Some part of him wanted to take care of someone close, despite all the fear and risks. Every living being wants to love and be loved in return.

But Leon was still afraid to take risks, however, he was not averse to having lunch with a beautiful girl who did not refuse a free dinner.

At some point, a free dinner for you and a quiet conversation with a person, not a zombie for him, turned into a series of pleasant dates and gifts in the form of fruit baskets to your rented apartment.

You liked Leon, but you understood that he was…a little older than you… Actually, for as many as 15-16 years, but he definitely wasn't fit to be a father yet. The actual question was, what did he want from you?

Does he just want to have sex with a young girl? Well, then you let him know that this number will not work with you.

You already want to close the door in his face before he suggests the usual walks. Just talking. Without dirty hints or suggestions from which you could slap him a ringing slap in the face.

He is glad that for some reason you agreed (because you found him interesting yourself), and conversations with you bring him to his senses, making him believe that there is still something to fight for in this world.

Previously, your meetings were held in crowded places, but after a couple of months you ventured to invite him to your place and treated him to lunch. "It's not Italian pasta from a professional chef, but I hope you don't die of poisoning". Leon laughs, encouraging you that your food is more edible than what he can cook.

More and more Leon finds himself fascinated by you as a person. He likes to listen to how your day went, to see your smile, something blooms in him when you are next to him.

You really look like an angel sent to him by heaven. He does not believe in God, but it seems to him that a real blessing is in front of him.

Leon will take the initiative of the first kiss when he realizes that he is in love. This is the first time he's worried about your age difference even though he hopes you won't push him away.

He's a broken man. Therefore, when you reciprocate him, something inside him clicks, triggering like a switch. Leon will wrap his hands around your face, deepening the kiss, but will not go further if you are not ready for more intimacy yet.

He thinks you're too perfect.

He likes to give you sudden compliments and watch you blush. I think he will specifically shower you with various pleasant epithets so that you are embarrassed.

The tone of his voice is always filled with love. Leon likes to hug you from behind when you're cooking or doing something. However, he completely goes crazy when you start taking the initiative and, for example, hugging him. Then don't even hope to escape from his strong arms. "You wanted hugs yourself, but I refuse to let you out of them".

He seriously won't let you out. Instead, he will kiss the top of your head and stroke your back, holding you tightly to him, as if afraid that you will be taken away.

"You mean a lot to me." - The thumb strokes the skin of the cheek. - Tell me if you don't want any serious relationship. I'm often away from home, I'm much older than you…damn it, the last reason should be more than enough for me to leave you and my fucking feelings. I don't want to force you into anything, so if you're not sure or don't want to, then I'll understand everything.

You cover his lips with an uncertain kiss, hoping that such an answer will suit him. Pulling away just to press against his forehead while your warm palms hold his face.

This answer will suit him perfectly.

Leon's defender mode is clearly activated.

At first, he will come to your house to have dinner and spend time in your company, but he will constantly comment that there is barely enough space in this "cardboard box" for one person, let alone two.

A subtle hint that his girlfriend moved in with him.

He will help you move all your things. In fact, despite the vastness of his apartment, Leon admits that it is too empty, but hopes that you will fill the space. In truth, he wants it himself. Now he had a good reason to come home as soon as possible.

When you're not too busy, he'll distract you from your studies.

You can tell Leon a hundred times that you love him, but everything you do for him (even if it's insignificant little things for you) makes him love you much more. However, what he definitely doesn't want is for you to see him in a broken state.

Leon hates thunder and lightning. It reminds him of a traumatic childhood, pulls out the memory of Raccoon City, so he will leave the warm bed so as not to wake you up and go to the kitchen trying to overcome another nightmare.

The last thing he wants is someone to comfort him. He couldn't save a lot of people, he lost someone all the time and still can't forgive himself for the death of the president. You are his sun, while he is just a shadow. Leon is not going to pour out all the shit that happened to him on you, but you are just a real blessing that takes away his pain when you press your chest against his broad back, kissing the skin covered with goosebumps.

Are you so worried about his condition? Leon would prefer not to bother you, but the way you take a glass of whiskey from his hands, sit next to him on the bar stool, remove the bangs from his face to see how broken he is.

Tears are not weakness! You cover Leon's face with a lot of gentle kisses, hugging him to you, whispering various endearments in his ear. "If you need my support, then you will get it"

Taking care of him does something to his heart, but it's not something terrible. On the contrary, Leon wants to return this love to you in double size, so be prepared for manifestations of tenderness. What is completely normal and natural for you, for Leon is very expensive. In addition, you are the first woman in a very long time who stays with him in bed after sex, and in the morning cooks him breakfast, because Ada never stayed with him for more than one night.

And he is grateful to you.

"Will you stay with me?" - A request that sounds almost like a mantra when he sits you down on the table, hugging you under the hips. - "I know I'm old for you, but I want you to be mine. Tell me you want it to… Because if you want to leave later, I won't be able to let you go."

Now you are in the same boat with him, but we must admit that if this boat sinks, he will do everything to pull you ashore. Understand how you want. If earlier he could still agree to a meeting with Ada while your relationship was in limbo, now he belongs entirely to you in body and soul. Leon knows that you are too young, but he hopes and trusts that your fellow students will not become your love interest. You promised him.

He likes to give you gifts, but what he doesn't expect is that you will give him a wristwatch.

"Just a sign of attention. I thought you might like it, but you don't have to wear them if they're not your type".

Your gift is now always on his right hand.

Well, after a long relationship, he decides to put a ring on you and hopes that you will say yes. This is a risk he is willing to take, promising himself that he will protect you in case of danger.

[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day thirteen

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (oral (m receiving), anal sex, dirty talk, I genuinely don't remember the rest lmao help), angst, fluff

length : 7k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy @broken0mens @sunsshinesunny

a/n : we're back, baby!!! hope you enjoy this one!!

•••

day thirteen

Noah called dibs on the shower first thing in the morning and neither Oli nor I minded very much as we cuddled deeper into the blanket for a little longer, wrapped up in each other, perfectly warm and comfortable. He had tucked my head under his chin, keeping me safe from the world and the cold outside of the bed, and lowly hummed a nonsensical melody that seemed to vibrate through my whole body in the nicest way. It would have suited me just fine to stay here with him forever, the noise of the shower in the background assuring me that there was another amazing man just a few feet away, waiting to join us again. Unfortunately, what did happen was that my brain caught up with the reminder that I needed to talk to Oli.

“You know I talked to Noah yesterday, right?” I mumbled against his chest, unable to resist leaving a little kiss on it. He hummed in reply, abandoning the melody he had been clinging to before. “He… he confided in me that he might want to try some things. With you.”

I’d barely registered that he had been stroking my back until he stopped. His hand remained there, large and warm, keeping me close, but just from the way the movement ceased I knew that he was deep in thought already. And I’d barely told him anything.

“Yeah? Like what?” His voice was low and scratchy after hours of not having talked at all and it made my whole body tingle. But I needed to concentrate. Choose my words wisely.

“I think he’d love if it you took charge a little. Dominate him. I think the actual words were along the lines of you doing with him whatever you pleased.”

Oli stiffened against me, his breath coming through a little heavier. This was the opposite of a rejection of the idea. I was sure I’d feel him grow in my hands if I let them wander a little lower.

“That what he said?” he asked, sounding even more husky now.

“Pretty sure he mentioned something about being on his knees for you too.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled, holding me a little tighter. “Yeah, I… I think I can do that.”

“I think it could really help him figure some things out. About how he feels about being with a man. With you. If that’s what you want too.”

“Aubrey, I can’t even begin to explain how much I want that. Fuck, I don’t think I brought the lube.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing out loud, purely amused at the way he was already thinking about the logistics of things. It was so much more organised than I was used to with him, but I figured the idea of getting Noah to himself was enough motivation.

“Well. You and Noah have some press stuff to do now but then you have a few hours off before you need to be back at the arena. I could… get some shopping done. If you can manage being a big boy and doing the interviews all by yourself.”

“You should know by now how much of a big boy I am,” Oli chuckled, grinding his crotch against me.

“Fucking hell,” I giggled, squirming out of his tight grip and turning onto my back, moving my head just enough to still see him out of the corner of my eye. “You’re the worst.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” I sighed, as if the truth pained me in any way whatsoever, but the smile on my face said it all. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

The sound of Noah turning off the water and fumbling around in the bathroom pulled us out of our little bubble. For now. There would hopefully be more than enough time later, for us, and for the bubble to become a little bigger.

•••

I was in the middle of Boots, studying the contents of the shelf in front of me, a shopping bag from a clothing store next to my feet, when my phone rang. As expected, it was Lia, who I’d texted to let her know that I’d be free for a while if she wanted to call on her lunch break. I didn’t give her a chance to even say hello when I picked up, much less waste our time with any small talk.

“Oli told me he loved me.”

What followed was a series of shouts and screams that pierced my poor eardrums to the point where I had to hold the phone away from my face, much to the amused stare of an elderly woman who passed me by and absolutely heard the commotion my best friend was causing.

“Okay, shoot, give me all the details, because I’m dying to know.”

“I can’t, I’m in the middle of Boots.”

“So? I don’t think anyone there will care. Unless- Oh my god he confessed during sex, didn’t he! That sly dog.”

“Maybe,” I admitted and found myself blushing. “But he meant it. He’s told me about a hundred times since.”

“Aubrey, my girl, I’m genuinely so happy for you. I knew that idiot would come around and realise he couldn’t let someone like you go. Honestly, it’s more of a jackpot situation for him than you.”

I giggled quietly as I continued perusing the shelf in front of me.

“Thank you. I’m… I’m really, embarrassingly in love with him.”

I almost drifted off just thinking about it.

“Well, I don’t want to dampen the mood on your news here but I gotta ask. Noah?”

“Yeah, Noah,” I sighed. “We haven’t exactly told him yet. I don’t want to put any pressure on him by letting him know that Oli and I have said it because I already know he feels like a third wheel for other reasons. But we also can’t keep this from him for much longer, obviously. We’ll meet with him again in a bit in the hotel to- um. Yeah. I’ll talk to Oli before the show, too. Maybe we can all sit down together afterward.”

“I’d say don’t stress yourself too much but that just feels like I would belittle you so I won’t. But that boy would be stupid as hell not to want to be with both of you. And I really hope he realises that in time, because all of you truly deserve each other. It’s time for you to be happy. Like, really deliriously happy.”

“Thank you, Lia. Honestly. I’ll call you with news as soon as I get them, promise.”

I was about ready to hang up, finish my shopping and head back to the hotel, when Lia piped up once again.

“Wait, why the fuck are you in Boots anyway? Is Oli making you run unnecessary errands as part of your questionable job description?”

“Not… really. We, uh, needed some stuff. Lube, actually. We really need lube. And I’m about to have a breakdown trying to decide which one to buy.”

Lia, to my utmost respect, wasn’t fazed at all.

“Now that entirely depends on what you need it for. Water-based: Great for toys but doesn’t last as long. Silicone-based: Don’t use with toys because there’s a chance it will dissolve them. Great for anal though because it’s long-lasting. Any other main ingredients, don’t even bother. Okay, my colleague is waving me in and she’s shot me the stranges look so she probably heard. Gotta go, text or call me when you can, love you!”

The silicone-based lube wandered straight into my basket. Along with another assortment of condoms. Just in case.

•••

I was the first one back at the hotel. I’d taken the liberty to decide that we’d meet again in Oli’s room, not only but also because he simply had the biggest and fanciest one out of the three of us. Fumbling with the nightstand, I was relieved to find a drawer to deposit my shopping in. No need to freak Noah out with the sight of lube that was absolutely meant for him.

Although, if anyone was currently freaking out, it seemed to be me. Ridiculous, really. I wasn’t the one about to go further in terms of first experiences with the same gender. Far from it. But maybe I knew that this could make or break it all. This could be Noah realising that, yes, he was into this and he wanted this forever. Or it could be Noah realising that he wasn’t actually into all of this at all. And without him and Oli being… a thing, of any sort whatsoever, I didn’t see this triad going anywhere. It would simply be cause for too much inequality, jealousy, confusion. It was a terrifying thought. Losing Noah. Even if I wasn’t quite sure I’d ever had him.

I needed to get my nerves under control. I was supposed to be here to support Noah when he faltered, not make it worse. I debated what kind of clothes to change into. I didn’t want to be too sexy - this wasn’t about me. But I also didn’t want to go too casual. Because this was anything but. In the end, I decided on a nice-but-not-overly-sensual set of underwear under a short dress. Easy access in case it was needed, but not expecting anything.

I was overthinking this, I realised. Especially when the door opened, both Oli and Noah all but falling into the room, their hands and mouths all over each other in such desperate frenzy that I couldn’t help but wonder how much teasing they’d engaged in on the way here. As soon as Oli spotted me sitting on his bed, he lightly pushed Noah away, showing me the most devilish smile.

“Thought I’d get him a little warmed up,” he grinned, so self-assured and smug with himself that I had to actively stop myself from rolling my eyes. I quickly crossed the distance between us, running my hands down Noah’s back with a hum.

“Plenty warm for sure.”

Noah easily pulled me in, kissing him with just as much passion as he had Oli and I was sure I could taste both of them on his tongue. I felt myself turning to putty in his hands, on the way to forgetting what the plan was completely, but Oli took it upon himself to grab onto my hair and yank my head back, not terribly harshly, but enough to coax a moan out of me.

Another thought I’d have to shelf for later.

“How involved do you two want me?” I asked, deciding that we’d at least need to be serious for a moment. “Because I’d love to get hands on but I can also literally sit in that armchair and watch.”

Oli turned back to Noah, giving him a nod and a look that told him it was up to him alone. Noah’s eyes flew back and forth between the two of us for a moment, before he finally seemed to settle on an answer.

“You can help Oli.”

“Help?”I grinned, my hand landing on his chest. “Help him make you his bitch? I can do that.”

I enjoyed the way he gulped, obviously nervous but getting a little more aroused at my words. If it hadn’t been so hot, it would have been ridiculous how willing Noah was to submit to Oli. I could only imagine how much it turned the other man on.

“We’re going to need a safeword,” Oli threw in. “Just in case.”

Noah nodded. I was relieved he didn’t seem to be anxious at the idea that we would do something that could potentially become too much for him. We’d be watching him closely all the way, but the risk of missing something was always there.

“I know,” I giggled. “How about “Blossom”? Your Powerpuff Girl?”

Noah groaned. “I hate it.”

“Yeah? Well, unfortunately your time to have an opinion on things has just ended, pretty boy. It’s “Blossom”. Help me undress him, Aubrey.”

And just like that, with his words and the way the tone of his voice changed, he had both of us in the palm of his hand. I moved onto Noah, my fingers on the hem of his shirt, when Oli stepped behind me, body pressed to mind, and whispered in my ear, “Tease him as much as you like. He needs to know he's ours and ours alone. But make him keep his hands to himself. Here's here to receive, not to give.”

I nodded, slowly moving the fabric up his torso, fingertips trailing along so softly he would barely he able to feel it at all.

“Hear that?” Oil addressed Noah. “No touching. You be a good boy and take what we give you. If you can't behave, we'll just have to take other precautions.”

“Like wha-” Noah didn't get to finish his question as Oli pressed a finger against his lips.

“You'll find out.”

When Oli went to work on Noah's trousers, he wasn't half as gentle as my fingers were as they pried the shirt from his chest, inch by inch, until I could lift it over his head and discard it fully. Instead, the sweatpants were roughly pulled down in one go, landing at his feet and leaving Noah to struggle getting out of them by himself.

My hands were reading over Noah's tattoos, my mouth following, never missing a chance to worship his body, to let him know how incredibly perfect he was for us, to have him sighing and heating up under my treatment. Oli had moved behind him, spoiling him in a similar fashion, until he pressed his body fully against him, his hardening erection touching Noah's arse with too many layers in between still.

As if completely on their own accord, Noah's hands flew back, reaching for Oli, for anything the other man would give him. Instantly, Oli stepped back, letting Noah's hands grasp for nothing at all. One look from him was enough to make me follow suit. Noah looked back and forth between us, almost shocked at the reaction. He should have known better. Should have known that Oli Sykes didn't make empty threats.

“What did I say?”

“No touching,” Noah grumbled.

“And what did you do?”

“Tried to touch.”

I was amazed at the scene unfolding before me. Noah, broad shoulders, a little taller than Oli, so often so sure of himself, so often so dominant when it came to me, was hanging his head at being scolded, still fighting against his instincts but desperate to be good for Oli. However unnatural the idea might have seemed at first, right now it seemed perfectly correct. Oli would not necessarily give him what he wanted, but he would get exactly what he needed.

“So, what do we do with you now?” Oli ran a teasing finger along Noah's shoulders, revelling in the control he had over him. “I think you need to sit out for a while. Take a seat on that armchair and think about how to be better when it's your turn. Because I really need my dick sucked so I can concentrate but it's not gonna be you.”

I could see that Noah was about to protest, but as soon as I caught his eye, I gave him a slow but clear shake of my head. For just another moment, the fire seemed to burn in him, then he left out a dramatic sigh and walked over to the chair. My eyes were still watching him when I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder slowly pushing me to my knees. I didn't resist.

Not when Oli stood in front of me and opened his trousers. Not when he pushed them down, revealing his tented underwear which quickly followed in being discarded. Not when his hand landed under my chin, making me look up, just inches from his hard cock.

“Be a good girl and take me deep, yeah? Make me come with that talented mouth of yours so we can get on with our boy.”

My enthusiastic nodding was disrupted by Oli pushing his body forward and pressing his tip against my lips. I parted them willingly, not bothering with teasing or foreplay as I wrapped a hand around his shaft and immediately swallowed him. I loved the weight on my tongue, the tight hold he had on the back of my neck, the taste of him running down my throat. Even if he hadn't asked, I would have been on a mission to take as much of him as I could.

Above me, I could make out Oli babbling praise and encouragement but my eyes were ringing with the effort of being more, being better. Once, twice, I gagged, but I wasn't deterred. Working in more and more of him, I relaxed my throat, my body, my hands now limp at my sides as I was unable to concentrate on anything else.

“Noah, I swear to god, if you touch yourself!”

I couldn't even care enough to try and take a peek. Oli's attention was back on me, words on how well I was taking him, how good he felt in my mouth, how much he wanted to shoot down my throat only encouraging me further.

“Fuck you're getting so good at this, soon you'll swallow me whole, baby.”

Not soon. Not soon.

Taking another deep breath and willing myself to become as relaxed as possible, I moved my head again, further and further and further and-

Oli exploded the second my nose bumped against his body. I greedily swallowed as much as I could, failing spectacularly as he started pulling away, leaving more in my mouth and on my lips.

“Fuck, Aubrey, where’d you learn that,” Oli chuckled but then immediately pushed my mouth close, his hand on my chin. “Don’t swallow it all. Let him have a taste, too.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. With slightly wobbly legs, a mild headrush, and a wet sensation between my legs, I made my way to Noah, straddled his lap and held my head in his hands. I waited for him to give me confirmation that this was okay, but he nodded so eagerly I really wouldn’t have had to. Grabbing his chin, I pulled his mouth open as mine descended on it, kissing him deeply and giving him everything of Oli I had left. He lapped it up, desperate for a taste, desperate to please, his hands suddenly on my hips.

“Someone just can’t behave, can they?” Oli tutted behind me. Noah’s hands flew away as if stung, suddenly remembering he’d violated the one rule that’d been put to him.

I scrambled off his lap, unsure of how Oli would deal with the situation but knowing that it wouldn't involve me staying on top of Noah. Without any words, Oli motioned for Noah to get up, then left him standing in the middle of the room while he walked over to his suitcase, shedding the rest of his clothes as he went, and rummaged through it until he found the desired piece of fabric. A thin scarf.

I watched, in awe and increasingly aroused, how Noah, so against his nature, stood still, naked and hard, willingly letting Oli take the reigns. The display of trust made my heart skip a beat. Oli moved behind his body, taking his arms until they met at his back, then skilfully tied the scarf around Noah's wrists until he was immobilised.

“Not too tight?” he asked, all traces of dominance briefly leaving his voice as he checked up on the other man, who wriggled his fingers and then shook his head. Immediately, Oli fell back into his role. “On the bed then. On your knees.”

Noah obeyed, struggling to get into the requested position without the use of his arms, almost losing his balance in between, but making no move to complain. Oli watched, proud and satisfied and already growing again.

Noah looked like a vision. On his knees, more submissive than I'd ever seen him, his head hanging low even though he hadn't been asked for it, hair tickling his face. The muscles in his back and thighs were flexing again and again, his cock already leaking. He was getting turned on by this, finally getting what he wanted from Oli, and it was nothing short of beautiful.

In fact, the sight had distracted me so much, I didn't notice that Oli had grabbed something else until a  sleeping mask slipped over Noah's eyes. He briefly became restless at the sudden removal of one more of his senses, but as Oli whispered something in his ear, he nodded again, the tension leaving his body.

“Aubrey,” Oli called out and I sat up straight, as if I’d gotten hit by lightning. This wasn’t even about me, but the tone in his voice was hard to resist. I wondered what it would be like to have all of it directed at me. “Come here.”

Just like Noah, I didn’t hesitate. He motioned to the bed, but before I could move onto it, he grabbed my arm, this time actually whispering in my ear quietly enough that Noah wouldn’t hear.

“Let’s see how many times we can get him to the edge, shall we?” As cruel as it sounded, Oli’s voice was all the more soft for it. And the idea of edging Noah until he couldn’t think straight anymore sounded more than appealing. And oh, was it a treat.

Oli and I were everywhere, switching between hands and mouths and fingers and tongues, leaving Noah a sweaty, moaning mess, blind and bound, with no clue as to what was coming next or from whom. I let my hands wander, taking the time to trace every single one of his tattoos, feeling along every muscle in his back, then letting my mouth follow the same trails, putting it on his cock for just a second before pulling back. Oli followed suit, licking up and down the other man’s body until he was moaning and sighing and twitching against his restraints.

“You’re allowed to beg, pretty boy,” Oli murmured before capturing Noah’s lips in a kiss as I took him in my mouth, deeply, getting him as close as I could before the warning signs set in and then removed myself from his body completely. Again. And again.

“Please, come on, I just- fuck- I-”

Even through his pleading, he sounded constrained, holding onto whatever control or power he thought he could still cling to in his position. Oli was behind him now, making sure that Noah wouldn’t completely lose his balance as I sucked on him again, fingers moving around his body until they came to rest on his throat, choking him ever so slightly.

“You’re still not letting go, Noah,” he scolded.”You still think this is a fight you can win. Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me? Don’t you want to please me? Do what I’m telling you? I know you want me to go further. You don’t just want my cock in your mouth, do you? You want it somewhere else. You might just get it, love. But you have to let go for me.”

I could basically see the switch flip in Noah’s mind. As if he knew he was going to be safe. That he could trust both of us to only do what was best for him. That he could tap out any time. But that if he really wanted and needed this as much as he had let on before, he needed to allow himself to submit to it.

Without any further prompting from either of us, Noah bent forward, still kneeling, until his forehead hit the mattress, beautifully submissive, giving up control and putting it in our hands.

“Please,” he whispered again, more desperate now, more whiny, more willing not to hold back.

Oli looked so smug at having succeeded it was almost annoying. I motioned toward the nightstand, hoping he’d understand I’d stashed the lube there, and then went back to my ministrations of the gorgeous man in front of me. Peppering kisses on his back as it was now so nicely presented to me, I struggled to move my hand underneath his body again, finding his dick harder than before, precum immediately spilling onto me. He shuffled, just enough to make more space, but stayed in position.

When Oli returned, kneeling on the bed behind Noah, his fingers were lubed up, the bottle dropping onto the mattress next to him.

“So gorgeous, love, so pretty and spread out,” Oli praised as he carefully started circling Noah’s hole. I removed my hand, not wanting to overwhelm Noah with the multitude of sensations he was being presented to. Instead, I laid down on my side next him, wordlessly communicating with Oli as I pointed toward the sleep mask. He nodded, allowing me to slip it away from Noah’s head.

“You good?” I asked, quietly, petting his hair, letting the soft strands run between my fingers. He turned his head toward me, cheeks reddened and eyes glossy, utterly stunning, and whispered a yes back. I pressed my lips against his, swallowing his sighs and moans, the way his breath hitched as Oli prepared him. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was right in this moment.

Even when Noah broke the kiss, breathing heavily, eyes shutting in an emotion that seemed to be somewhere between pleasure and overwhelming sensations, I stayed by his side. I didn’t watch what Oli was doing or how, I simply couldn’t tear my eyes from Noah. His reactions, his high-pitched noises in between and then a long, drawn-out moan that echoed through the room, told me enough.

Noah was a mess, moaning and mumbling to himself, barely holding his body up anymore on his knees, face fully smushed into the pillow, when Oli let go of him. He quickly fumbled with the scarf around Noah’s wrists, undoing his work and throwing the item on the floor. He rolled Noah, who didn’t resist at all, on his back, then grabbed his arms and placed delicate kisses on the skin where he had been tied.

“So gorgeous,” Oli praised as his kisses moved upwards until his mouth was on Noah’s again. “So pretty and ready for me, love.”

They kissed for a while, Oli keeping as much distance as he could between them as Noah was now so hard and leaking precum that I feared he’d come from the slightest touch.

“Do you think you can take me?” Oli asked and was met with such enthusiastic nodding that both of us had to bite back a chuckle. “How do you want it? It might be easiest if you tried to ride-”

“No,” Noah found his voice, husky and rough. “Like this. Please.”

“Anything for you,” Oli whispered against his lips.

My heart was bursting at the seams with love. I could have spent the rest of my life watching these two together, these men that had captivated me and made me fall so hard, looking so utterly beautiful together, like they had always been meant to be. I couldn’t put in words how much I wanted to three of us to be that. Meant to be. Forever.

Oli went to kneel between Noah’s legs, grabbing more lube that he generously lathered his own cock with, gasping slightly at the feeling, before pushing Noah’s knees back to make room. Noah’s hand reached for mine and as I held onto it, I almost allowed a confession of love to pass my lips. It didn’t matter what we were doing, what constellation was currently involved with what, who was on the sidelines - we were in it together, the three of us, always.

Oli pushed in, slowly, eyes always on Noah, pure concern masking the pleasure. Noah’s face was slightly screwed up, but he was breathing deeply, and within moments he was begging Oli for more.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Oli moaned as he slowly bottomed out. “Can’t believe no one’s done this to you before, you’re fucking made for this, so perfect.”

Noah’s low groans were increasing in volume as he squeezed my hand tightly, the other fisting the bedsheets. Oli was still moving with utmost care, changing his angles until-

Noah whailed and Oli might have just been the happiest person on the planet. With a slight increase in his tempo, he started hitting the spot, again and again, until I was worried Noah was going to start crying from the intensity.

“‘m not gonna last,” Oli mumbled, thrusting into Noah and tethering on the edge of losing control. “Touch him, Aubrey.”

Noah didn’t need much more. As soon as I wrapped my fingers around him, a single stroke pushed him over the edge. With a noise I’d never heard him make before, he arched into me, moved harder against Oli, and spilled all over my hand and his stomach. The resulting tension made Oli fall apart as well, moaning shamelessly as he pushed into Noah a few more times, until he was fully spent.

Both of them seemed overwhelmed with the experience, but the post-orgasmic pleasure was palpable. Oli had carefully pulled out and all but collapsed on the bed next to Noah so I took over aftercare duty, cleaning both of them up as much as I could, dropping words of praise and soft kisses wherever they would let me. I only stopped when Noah deftly pulled me down next to him, cuddling into me, then reached behind him to make Oli spoon him.

I listened as their breathing started to even out and the room fell quiet. Noah’s head was buried in my chest, pressed so deeply into the fabric of my dress that I wondered how he was still able to breathe, while Oli was fully attached to his back, as if attempting to fuse into one person. I didn’t think either of us could really grasp what we were feeling in that moment, but somehow, it had changed us fundamentally. The trust and love that had just been put on display between us.

I let the two of them rest for as long as I could, but I knew that people were waiting for us, a whole arena full of them, so before Noah could fully drift off, I herded both of them into the bathroom for a quick shower. Or what should have been a quick shower.

The space was much more limited than the one at Oli’s place and there was an additional person, but we still somehow squeezed into it, battling to stay under the water under soft giggles and sighs. We all did our best to clean each other, freshen up so we would be presentable, but it wasn’t until Oli’s hand travelled up the inside of my thigh that I was reminded of the lingering wetness that had nothing to do with the water raining down on us. It brough a pitiful moan to my lips.

“Feels like someone really enjoyed the show,” Oli teased, his eyes darkening as he sent a smirk my way. “I think we owe her an orgasm, Noah.”

Noah didn’t need much more invitation. Pressing himself against my back, his hand joined Oli’s between my legs, both of them feeling my arousal clearly as I almost buckled under the attention. I’d barely registered how turned on I’d been, fully focused on the two men and their enjoyment, but now that they were on me and I was finally naked, I knew it wouldn’t take much.

Oli’s lips found mine, immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth as his finger circled my clit, dragging another moan from my throat and straight into him. Noah left a kiss at the top of my hair, one arm sneaking around my waist to hold me steady as his hand rested on my stomach, the other… I couldn’t tell for sure, but the stretch was harsh enough that I assumed he’d immediately pushed two fingers into me.

My body felt like pure jelly as the two played with me, skillfully touching and teasing me and allowing me to fuck myself on their hands. I didn’t even attempt to be quiet when the euphoria rushed over me, clawing at Oli’s arms, my head dropping against his chest, riding my orgasm under praise and touches all over me until the oversensitity took hold of me. Both of them immediately noticed, withdrawing their hands but keeping me up until I could safely stand again.

I kissed Oli again, then turned around to do the same to Noah, who looked so happy, so ecstatic, that I wished I could frame this moment and keep it with me in perfect clarity forever.

And then Noah dropped his head to my shoulder and mumbled, so quietly that I wasn’t sure Oli could hear or even if I had heard correctly, “I think I could fall in love with a man.”

•••

I was floating on a cloud. So what if we hadn’t fully resolved the situation? So what if Noah still didn’t know that Oli and I had said those words to each other? So what if Noah hadn’t fully admitted to his feelings or that none of us had technically heard Oli say what was going through his mind either? None of it was enough to bring me down.

I caught up with Oli as soon as both of us had a moment free in our schedules, immediately allowing him to pull me into his lap in his dressing room, both of us desperate for the closeness.

“How are you feeling?” I mumbled into his sweatshirt as my head dropped to his shoulder. I was straddling him fully, having accepted that this was somehow a happy place for both of us, his arms holding me securely.

“So fucking good,” he laughed as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “I don’t know if I needed to fuck a man that badly or if it’s just Noah but holy shit.”

We both giggled against each other, bodies heaving with the noise, holding each other that little bit tighter as the memories appeared in both of our minds. I’d known it wanted this again and again and more the very second we had all collapsed in the bed but it was more than a relief to hear Oli felt the same. The calm and quiet returned only slowly.

“And… and everything else with Noah?” I finally asked.

Oli stayed quiet for a while. It didn’t worry me - I knew he was probably weighing his words, trying to figure out what exactly he felt and how to articulate it, and I gave him the time he needed, my fingers moving under his sweatshirt to draw soothing little circles on his skin.

“I… I want him. For everything. All the time. The way I want you. I don’t know if it’s too early to say anything else but… I think I’m in love with him.”

I almost started crying right then and there. Lifting my head, I put both of my hands to the sides of his face, needing to make sure he was here, saying these words.

“I’m in love with him too.”

“Do you think we can do this?” Oli questioned, his fingers softly combing through my hair, but his eyes never leaving mine. “The three of us?”

“I don’t know. But I’ll never forgive myself if we don’t try.”

Oli pressed a short kiss to my mouth. “That makes two of us.”

•••

About an hour later, I’d made sure Oli was where he needed to be, grabbed the biggest portion of food I could find while scarfing it down with worrying speed, then planted a kiss on Noah’s lips when I met him in the hallway and turned away to get to the sound desk quickly enough that I wouldn’t see his reaction. Nicholas gave me a thumbs up on the way out.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Becky mused as soon as I approached, opening the barrier for me and waiving me in. She leaned in, just to make sure no one else would hear when she continued. “Did you get good dick?”

“Well, technically, I didn’t, but…”

“Oh, you dirty girl, what did the three of you get up to!”

I didn’t indulge her in any details but my smile seemed to tell her everything. We had enough to do as it was - even if that didn’t stop her from throwing me knowing looks every now and then and wriggling her eyebrows suggestively.

The Bad Omens set passed by in no time at all and I was starting to enjoy how some details were already becoming something akin to a routine. Still, Becky very much ordered me around, trying to explain as much as possible when we had a moment, especially in between sets. I almost wished I could take notes, just to make sure I would really remember. Even though I wasn’t quite sure what for.

“Oh, by the way, are you going to be on the early flight out to Dublin tomorrow?” Becky asked out of nowhere, almost throwing me out of the loop. I fished the phone out of the pocket of my jeans, showing her the time I’d jotted down for the flight that most of the bands and close crew was on.

“This one? Why?”

“Perfect,” Becky grinned. “Nothing in particular. Just wanted to catch you before you get on the plane. Got something to give you tomorrow.”

“Something- what?”

“Nothing at all. Oh, look, time to start the trailer for Bring Me, no time to talk!”

I was getting sick and tired of surprises. Or, I would have been, if all of them hadn’t been so damn perfect lately. Still, I couldn’t help giving her the side-eye for the next hour, impossibly curious but knowing just as well she probably wouldn’t spill. And with Oli on stage, my brain was fried anyway as I watched him, utterly happy and ecstatic, easily giving one of the best shows of his life.

Becky didn’t even reimprand me when I completely lost focus when it was time for Antivist. In fact, all duties forgotten, my eyes were solely glued on the two men currently on stage. The one I was already able to call my boyfriend and the one he had just introduced as a very special person. Both of them were. Very special people. My heart was so absolutely irredeemably lost to them that, no matter how deliriously happy I was about being able to call Oli mine, I also knew fully well that we wouldn’t be complete without Noah.

My whole body ached to have him too. And I was sure Oli’s did as well. Time didn’t matter. Distance didn’t matter. Societal expectations didn’t matter. All I needed to be happy now, truly, fully happy, was for Noah to be honest with us and, hopefully, so hopefully, become ours as much as we were already his.

I barely noticed the next two songs passing, entirely too caught up in my thoughts and the way Oli looked so ridiculously gorgeous on screen and how stupidly lucky I’d gotten with him already.

“Go.”

I turned back to Becky, confused and unsure if she’d spoken to me at all. The band was off stage, waiting for the montage to come on before performing their encore, so the room was marginally quieter. She nodded, confirming my question, and motioned randomly toward the left.

“There’s some reserved seating in 101, left to the stage. Go. Enjoy the last songs. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you-?”

She didn’t let me finish, almost violently pushing me against the barrier which didn’t open quite in time to let me out. I didn’t ask for more encouragement, sprinting through the venue via as many shortcuts as I could remember, flashing my pass and moving down the rows of seats where a few select friends and family had gathered just as Doomed started playing.

It had been a while since I’d gotten to watch Oli perform from such close proximity but it never failed to stun me wholly. The way he threw his entire being into performance with absolute disregard for his own wellbeing, driven my nothing but pure emotions, memories, whatever energetic currents were running through the arena, was easily one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. I loved him. Irrevocably.

He spotted me during Lost. An almost undetectable skip in his actions. A stare right in my direction. Pointing toward me. A kiss thrown my way. I couldn’t help but send one back, watching as he caught it and put it in his pocket, face never changing, but I knew he meant it. He meant it all.

And I knew we needed to talk to Noah. Tonight.

•••

I was already waiting backstage, right where the band would come off stage but safely out of view from the audience, when the show ended. The others passed me by first on their way to their dressing rooms, Mat throwing me a smile and giving me a pat on the shoulder as if I needed any sort of encouragement. And then Oli appeared, stunning, sweaty, happy and all I could do was run straight into the arms that were opening just for me and press a kiss to his mouth. He pulled me closer to his body, completely ignorant of the way I stuck to him in the heat his skin emitted and who was I to complain. I would have him anyway I got him, freshly showered or or completely sweaty alike.

“I love you,” Oli said, freely and confidently and my heart wanted to leap, still so incredibly enamoured and overwhelmed any time he said those words and never wanting him to stop.

“I-”

The words didn’t even manage to leave my mouth before I saw him.

Noah.

Standing behind Oli, his eyes locked with mine, his posture tense, his face unreadable, then crestfallen, then… resigned.

We hadn’t told him yet. We hadn’t told him and now he knew. He knew we hadn’t told him. That we’d kept it from him. That we’d spent who knows how long basking in our own happiness. Without him. And suddenly he looked like all fears he’d ever had combined.

[ashes-writing]

Opie Winston filth alphabet please?

|| taglist,babes + req rules / fandoms+characters + send ?s + masterlist ||

ahhhhh this made my heart so full! i utterly adore Opie, -i'm saying this as queen of the juice ortiz defense squad mind you, he's my love. i'll be happy, no thrilled to do this one for you, thanks for asking!!

Warnings;

Minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. This content is made for us grown people. Go read some fluff or angst or better yet... do your homework. Go on, I know you have it. school is important, m'kay... your friendly local airhead loves you all but the fact remains.. there's some stuff you don't need to read/might not want to see just yet and those are as follows; consensual somnophilia, rough sex, body fluids, bondage, sex positions, breeding kink, praise kink, dick sizes, hosiery/lingerie/thigh highs, dominance, size kink, height difference, dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex, marking, d*ddy kink, toys, and the usual other things one finds on these.

Taglist;

@beardedbarba and @chieflawyerpastatoad are the only people on my Sons of Anarchy taglist. if you'd like to be added to it, please let me know or click the link above.

-- sadfaces, I have no graphic for Opie -or any of my boys from SOA yet. It's coming though, i just never thought anybody would ask for SOA from me, so I'm thrilled rn!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

--- will cuddle and stroke your hair and kiss all over you. Likes to pull you right on top of him and wrap his arm around you. Loves skin to skin contact so he's not getting dressed immediately after if he has time to just enjoy the afterglow. If you say you're hungry or thirsty or anything he's getting you whatever you want.

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

--- tits, ass, legs and hair. But most of all, thighs. He likes every part of your body to be honest.

--- it's not a body part BUT.. his strength and his height.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

--- has had a quickie with you then made you come somewhere with him, his cum still inside you, smirking every time you squirm to try and keep it inside you. Will push his cum back into you if any leaks out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

--- upskirt pictures. he takes them of you and collects them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

--- Oh, he's got plenty of experience. And he knows what he's doing but is also willing to learn and try new things, so he's just getting better.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

--- Missionary, stand and deliver -standing up, standing up in front of a mirror -he loves to watch the way his cock kind of pushes against your tum from the inside, bending you over the bed or table, cowgirl and it's reverse.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

--- He's a mix of serious and goofy. If you queef, he will laugh. If you bump teeth or noses, he's laughing. But then he's back to showering you with affection and saying the dirtiest yet sweetest shit you'll ever hear in your life in your ear / against your skin.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

--- he keeps himself trimmed pretty short. it's there, but it's barely there. he's very clean. the hair is darker, coarse and if he lets it grow / doesn't have time or something, it can get really thick and out of control fast because his hair grows pretty fast.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

--- oh gods, this man... he's kissing, touching, praising, begging, holding you as close as he can get you, repeatedly tells you he loves you, he will definitely be the guy to fill the bed with rose petals on your anniversary.. he's a huuuge romantic. just doesn't show it right away.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

--- will face time you if they're doing a normal charity run or something and jack off / talk dirty / watch you get yourself off if he's away for a few days.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

--- choking/biting/scratches down his back, praise kink givingandgetting, dominance kink, size kink, height difference, lingerie/hosiery/thigh highs and knee socks, breeding kink, cum play, orgasm denial / orgasm control / edging, spanking, masturbation, light bondage kink, marking, collars -if he buys you a necklace this is basically that, somnophilia -if you've both agreed on terms and a word you can use or some way to let him know you're not into free use while you're asleep on a particular night,

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

--- on his motorcycle, against a wall, in the shower, in bed, on the kitchen counter, against a window / mirror/reflective surface so he can see you when he takes you from behind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

--- arguing, low cut shirts and the way your tits look in said shirts, the way you melt into him and sigh, kissing, neck kissing, when you sit on his lap or thigh, sucking his cock, biting his neck or his bottom lip, playing with his neck at the back, beneath his hair... yeah, that's a sweet spot for him, oops rip. Massages too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

--- share you, degradation or slap/hit you. he's not into scat or golden showers either. Anything else is on the table though..

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

--- he fucking loves to give. And he's damn good at it too, he always pushes and coaxes a few out of you -the messier he is when he's done, the more you moan and beg and whimper and drag your nails over his scalp or across his shoulders. His tongue combined with his fingers, holy fuck all.. I'm down baaaad your honor. I feel like he's definitely messy with this because he loves doing it so much that he kind of loses control and goes feral.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

--- Both, actually. If he's fast and rough it's a quickie, he's angry/hate fucking you or jealous and slow and sensual is when he's just so in love with you that he wants to take his time and really make you feel it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

--- He's not gonna turn down a quickie, not him, not ever. He prefers to take his time but he knows there's not always time for that, sometimes it's just bending you over the kitchen table, fisting your hair and going straight at it like rabbits. It happens a fair bit, between MC emergencies, work and whatever you have going on + kiddos popping in and out or the potential of that happening, yeahhh. But he makes it work.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

--- Opie is down for anything, almost. He'll try anything you want to try or anything he sees / hears about that seems like a fun time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

--- at least two. How long he lasts depends on rest/recovery in between, how much he's drawn out foreplay -which he does allll the time, btw, and will make him get there quicker on occasion, esp if he's held out for a while, and how tired you both are prior to getting it on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

--- He doesn't own any but... If you do and you want him to use them on you, he will. Also, man will go down on you with ice or having just eaten a mint with icy cold breath and oh holy fuuuuck...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

--- depends on his mood. Most of the time he isn't, but when he is, oh my fucking god, he'll have you begging, on the verge of frustrated tears.

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

--- that quiet husky voice whispering everything he wants to do to you as he's doing it to you against the shell of your ear. Swearing. Praising you, telling you "you take my cock so well, baby girl, think you can handle all of it?" as he slams into you deeper and slower, growling. But this is for the most part, quieter. He's not trying to awaken the dead. Now, if you scream... he won't stop you and he lowkey gets off on how loud he can make you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

--- he cums a lot. and its thick too. Additionally, he likes to be tied up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

--- man is hung. thick girth, slightly above average length -totally using the 'big hands' theory here, he's got a thick vein that runs along the underside and it's got just the teeeniest little bit of a curve to it. I'm not entirely sure whether he's cut or no, so for arguments sake, we'll say he's cut. The tip is a pretty lil pinkish red. When he fucks you, it will stretch and burn a little bit, moreso if you're a)a virgin and not used to taking cock at all. or b)it's been a while.

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

--- Opie's got an average sex drive. He's damn sure not about to turn it down but at the same time, it's not like he needs it like say, air to breathe. He enjoys sex, but he doesn't constantly need it to function.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

--- This man is out light a light, might as well call your pussy Nyquil. BUT... he's wrapped around you from behind usually, holding on nice and tight. Which feels lovely and it's warm and cozy but... god forbid you gotta get up and take a piss at any point bc he's hard as hell to wake up.

[thedreamlessnights]

Every night with us is like a dream

Jayce Talis x GN!Reader || NSFW ||

Summary: This movie is boring, and, well - Jayce is sitting there, practically begging to be teased.

Warnings: General NSFW content, teasing, Jayce whimpering, brief dirty talk, a handjob.

Word Count: 1.8k

If someone were to ask you about Jayce Talis and what he’s like, there’d almost be too much to say.

Passionate, for one. It’s the thing you remember most about meeting him. Dark, soft hair. Bright eyes that shone as he spoke. The fierce, utterly fervent speeches he gave - almost as if he’d rehearsed them in his mind for the right opportunity, desperate to gain the utmost effect. And yet, somehow, they were always so genuine. 

Jayce Talis. A man of passion.

He’s intelligent, too - but in a way that you’d find difficult to describe. The thing is, Jayce isn’t ever pretentious or arrogant. He doesn’t challenge people to duels of wit or flaunt his successes in the faces of those around him, unlike so many others you’ve seen. 

If anything, he seems to avert the compliments. Eyes darting away, a soft flush settling on his cheeks, a muttered ah, thank you - that’s how Jayce takes the praise he receives. It’s endearing. Almost frustratingly so. 

Still, as much as he’s gracious, you still see the intellect he carries. It shimmers behind his eyes, sparking up in the right moments. It sits in the books on his nightstand - books that make your head swim within five minutes of reading. It lies hidden in his words, unexpectedly clever, irrevocably witty, when he wants to be.

Then he’s gentle. Kind. Eager. Determined. Resourceful.

But, really, if someone were to actually ask you what Jayce is like, there is only one word you could use for him:

Distracting. 

Jayce Talis is the most distracting man you’ve ever met, and he doesn’t even seem to know it.

It doesn’t even matter whether or not he’s physically near you, because thoughts of him seem to haunt you no matter the place. His smile, gap-toothed and crooked. His hands, warm and callused, wrapping around yours. The woodsy fresh scent of him, staining your mind. Staining his clothes. The soft hoodie he lends you on a cold night. His t-shirts. 

Thoughts of Jayce seem to buzz through your mind like a swarm of bees, restless and desperate. You find your eyes glued to him at all times, antsy to touch him. The feeling that only settles when he kisses you, wraps you up in his arms, or smiles at you. And, long after you’ve become his partner, that buzzing remains.

Like now. 

You should be watching this movie. Jayce had wanted to, after all, and it would be incredibly cruel to pull his attention away from it, attentive gaze fixed on the screen. Still, all you can think about is how lovely he’d sound, whimpering for you. All you can think about is how much you want to get on your knees and take him in your mouth.

He looks amazing - a warm blue sweater, grey sweatpants, tousled hair, still damp from a recent shower. It’s reminding you of the time you’d woken up early, eyes bleary at six in the morning, and Jayce had been standing shirtless in the kitchen after his morning run.

The way he’d shimmering in a sheen of sweat, still panting from the exercise, eyes bright… it had awoken things in you. You’re not sure you’ve had a real night of peace since that sight, and it’s continuing to haunt you now. 

You hadn’t even gotten to touch him then, because he’d had work afterward. He’d only given you a peck on the lips before jumping in the shower, coming out clean, smelling so nice that you’d wanted him to wrap you up in his arms and never let go.

After he’d gone, you’d spent a good portion of the day in bed, trying to get yourself off. It hadn’t worked very well at all. Maybe that’s why you’re like this now. It’s been months, but you’re still not fully recovered from it.

Maybe that’s why you only make it halfway through the movie before your resolve breaks. It’s Jayce that does it, though - his foot tapping on the ground the way it always does when he’s impatient. 

There are two types of Jayce foot taps. One is his normal, distracted one - the kind that means he’s invested, thinking, and is doing it subconsciously. That one is much less frantic than the other, much more rhythmic. 

The other Jayce foot tap is the bored Jayce foot tap. It’s the one that comes out at formal parties, the one that taps nonstop when he’s studying something he doesn’t care about. It’s restless, chaotic, and very distracting - although he doesn’t mean it to be. 

You’re willing to bet anything that this is the bored foot tap. 

Meaning, he’s not liking the movie very much, and honestly, you can’t blame him. This is the most boring thing you’ve ever seen and you have a form of entertainment just inches away from you, pretending to like this stupid film just because he thinks you want to keep watching.You could bask in the warmth that sentiment gives you, but you decide you want to touch him instead. 

Jayce doesn’t seem to register your hand on his thigh at first - or at least, not in the way you want him to. His hand absentmindedly comes to rest on yours, thumb stroking over your knuckles, calluses tickling your skin. His eyes are still fixed on the screen, though, so you scoot a little closer.

This time you massage his thigh - wiry, so tense that he shudders - which of course does the trick. His head snaps to look over at you, eyes wide, cheeks already going red. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. 

“Want me to stop?” you ask a little too innocently.

“N-no,” he stammers. “Don’t.”

Still, he doesn’t relax. He swallows hard and leans back, but his shoulders are kept tense, pulled together. His hands settle at his side, twitching, like he wants to touch you.

“You’re so tense,” you hum, slowly working your way up the thigh, rubbing motions into knotted tissue until he groans. When it finally starts to loosen and he settles deeper into the cushions, you give a hum of approval and move onto the other leg.

This one is equally as tense, if not more, and Jayce’s gaze follows your every move as he progressively flushes more. You can swear he’s getting hard, too, which isn’t exactly helping you pay attention to what you’re doing.

He must have already been desperate for you, then. You can’t help but wonder how long he’s been wanting you, fantasizing instead of watching the movie. What’s he been thinking about? Your hands? Your mouth?

You can’t wait to find out.

Once his thigh has been properly massaged, you straddle him, pressing kisses down his neck. His hands immediately go to your waist, holding you there like he’s worried you’ll leave. You can’t blame him, after the teasing you’ve done in the past, but you have no intention of going anywhere right now. Especially with the way he whines ever so softly when you palm him, burying his face in your neck.

“Was hoping you’d do that,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. “F-fuck. Wanted you. Couldn’t even… watch the movie.”

“Oh, really?” you question, quirking a brow. “Should’ve said something. I’d have had you cumming in my mouth twice by now.”

He whimpers, taking in a shuddering breath as he spreads his knees apart, thus opening your legs with him.

“Please,” he says. 

Well, alright, maybe you’ll toy with him a little. Seeing him desperate just has something about it that makes you want it more and more.

“Please what, Jayce?” you ask, trailing your fingers down his bicep, squeezing his upper thigh with your other hand - inches away from where he wants it.

“Touch me,” he begs. “Please.”

“I am touching you,” you point out. He’s starting to sweat now, his erection fully hardened, and he bites his lip as he looks at you.

“You know what I mean.” His eyes are pleading, weakening you, but you want to have just a little more fun with him.

“Then ask. Tell me what you want.”

 Jayce huffs, squirming under you. “I want you to stop teasing me,” he grumbles. “Please. J-jerk me off.”

And, with a sly smile, you take him out of his pants. 

As always, Jayce is big in your hand. Hard. Leaking at the tip, shivering as you run your fingers over the head of his cock then trail further down.

You’d had it in your mind to stroke him off slowly, have him panting into your mouth in pleasure, but when you brush over his balls and he lets out a moan, your thoughts immediately shift.

Because, holy fuck, Jayce is sensitive everywhere, but his balls are a whole other level. Even as you just barely ghost your fingers along the soft, warm skin, Jayce trembles, whimpers, softly moans, and lets out an array of curses. Then he buries his face in your neck as you continue, breath hot on your skin, pleasure barely muffled.

But you want to see him. You want to watch as he gets closer, desperate and whining for you. So, with your other hand, you cradle his jaw in your palm, gently nudging his face back so that you can look at him.

What a sight he is like this, legs spread on your couch, clothes still on, head tilted back for you.

Placing a soft kiss to his lips, you tilt your forehead against his, fingers still lightly kneading against his balls. In seconds, he’s moaning against your lips.

“F-fuck, I’m close,” Jayce pants, hands tightening around your hips. “Please-”

It’s not surprising to you that Jayce is already on the edge, but it does make you a little smug. It means he’s been desperate for you to touch him like this all day. 

With a light, content hum, you nip at his bottom lip, giving a soft lick of apology. Then, letting go of his face, you reach down to his cock and give a single dry stroke up his length. 

Jayce bucks his hips upward, face scrunched up in pleasure, but lets out a soft, wounded noise - one that makes you take pity enough to gather the precum on his tip and spread it out on your fingers as a makeshift lube.

Immediately, he’s back to whimpering.

“How close are you now?” you ask. “Gonna come?” 

“Yes.” His voice is strained, almost whining. Underneath you, his thighs are tensing.

“Then come.”

And he does. Pearly white ropes coat your hand and his sweater as he shudders and moans and shuts his eyes, letting out one final long, breathy whimper as you continue to stroke him through it, balls and all.

Then he sits under you, panting, as you observe the mess he’s just made.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, brows pinched together at your expression.

“I’m thinking,” you say, voice a soft purr, “that I want to make you come some more. Can you give me more?”

And Jayce, of course, gives you a vigorous nod.

“Well then,” you croon. “What are we waiting for?”

[ghostboneswrites2]

Doe Eyes - CH8 - Rules

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      You couldn't go on anymore, and neither could he. Simultaneously, you both collapsed, panting, sweat adhering messy unkempt hair and dirty clothes to skin. You had stopped near a train track. The leaves were tumbling around in a seemingly nonexistent breeze. Your scalp itched with sweat and grime. What you wouldn't have killed for a shower.

        "The fuck do we do?" You asked breathlessly. He didn't speak. "C'mon, man. We can get  her  back we just -- we have to plan something, alright?"

        "Like what?" He snapped. "We can't track a fuckin' car on a damn paved road!"

        "Did you see any turn offs? We can follow it. It's a straight shot, at least for a while."

        There was a heavy silence as the two of you sat motionless, catching your breath and wracking your brains for any kind of solution to the problems at hand.

        "Well, look-y here." A man's voice sounded from behind you. You and Daryl looked up to see about six men surrounding you. One went down to touch you but Daryl punched him hard, sending the man straight down on his ass. He stood quickly, aiming his crossbow at the guy he just laid out.

         Another aimed his weapon at Daryl. "Damn it, hold up!" He ordered.

        Another one with a bow and arrow smirked. "I'm claimin' the vest. I like them wings."

        "Hold up." The man Daryl punched said, now sitting up, wiping blood from his nose. He looked down at his bloody finger and began to laugh. You were now stood up straight, back to Daryl's, crowbar raised. Daryl's aim remained trained right between the guy on the ground's eyes as he stood up casually, wiping away the remnants of blood from his face. His smile never left him. "A bowman. I respect that. See, a man with a rifle, he could've been some kind of photographer or soccer coach back in the day. But a bowman's a bowman, through and through. Wha'd'ya got there, 'bout a 150 pound draw weight? I'll be donkey-licked if that don't fire at least 300 feet per second. I've been lookin' for a weapon like that."

        "I been lookin' for a piece of ass like that." Another commented, looking you up and down. You glared and tightened your hold on the crowbar. Over my dead fuckin' body, you thought.

        The other guy, the one who Daryl punched, the one you would assume was the leader, ignored the perverse comment from his pal and carried on.

        "Of course I'd want one with a little more ammo in it, and minus the oblongata stains."

        "The guy who claimed the vest started laughing. "Get yourself into some trouble, partner?"

        "You pull that trigger," the leader explained. "These boys are gonna drop ya ten times over, and you don't even wanna know what might happen to that pretty little piece behind you. That what you want?" 

        Daryl's aim still hadn't dropped and you were beginning to grow nervous. You prayed to whatever powers may be, that he wouldn't let his pride get in the way of survival. Please don't get me killed trying to win the dick measuring contest.

        "C'mon, fella. Suicide is stupid. Why hurt yourself when you can hurt other people?" The leader continued to persuade Daryl. "Name's Joe."

        Joe, you repeated his name in your head for when you got to kill him.

        "Daryl." He finally said, dropping his crossbow. 

        "And the lady? She yours?" Joe asked. The question brought lingering eyes from the men around you. You clenched your jaw. Daryl turned to look at you for a moment before turning back to Joe. "Nobody touched her." He said. "She's my sister."

        The men around dropped their weapons, and you reluctantly let your crowbar fall to your side.

        "Y'all can tag along with us." Joe offered. 

        "Do we have a choice?" You asked. 

        Joe chuckled. 

        "Sure ya do, darlin'. We could take everything ya got and leave ya, dead or alive depending on how hard ya fight."

        "So, no, then." You rolled your eyes.

        "That's the spirit." He grinned. "You know, we don't usually let ladies tag along. Too weak, to moral."

        "You give them the same choices you gave me?" You retorted. His grin became more of an unpleasant sneer.

        "Pull your weight, girl. We don't share, we claim. We don't lie. Simple rules. Oh, and don't piss me off, got it?"

----

        You didn't sleep well at all, constantly jumping at every sound. You all set up camp in the woods, a barbed wire perimeter lined with clanking objects acting as an alarm.

        You woke to a walker trying to get in, its face shredded up by the barbed wire. 

        "I got it." One of them sighed as they stood up and stabbed it down.

        "Looks like that Robin Hood cat cut out on us after all." Another said. You snapped your head to where Daryl should have been, and he wasn't there. Your heart  sank.

        "Looks like he left us a parting gift." A third one said, licking his lips at you. You cringed.

        "Doubt he's leave his little sister behind, boys." Joe  sighed. "Probably just stepped out to drop a morning deuce."

        Eventually Daryl came back, and the asshole that tried to claim his vest, each holding a half a rabbit. You sent Daryl a look that could kill, silently cursing him for leaving you there with the creeps. Daryl split his half rabbit with you after he got it cleaned and cooked, and eventually you all hit the road -- or, more accurately, the tracks. You'd all been following the train track that day. 

        "So, what's the plan, Daryl?" Joe asked.

        "Huh?" 

        "So you're with us now and soon you ain't?" Joe clarified.

        "Yup." Daryl nodded. You felt relieved, if only slightly. You hadn't had any time with Daryl since you two met these men, so you never got any kind of clarification on the situation. Were you guys just waiting for an out? Giving up on Beth? What was going on?

        "So, what's the plan?" Joe repeated.

        "Just lookin' for the right place is all." Daryl shrugged.

        "Oh, we ain't good enough for ya, huh?"

        "Some of you ain't exactly friendly." Daryl admitted. You never thought you'd say it, but Daryl actually seemed soft and kind in comparison to these dickheads. Joe wasn't so bad, at least not so far. But Len, the guy who wanted Daryl's vest, he was a real dick.

        "You ain't so friendly yourself." Joe retorted. "You know you need a group out here."

        "Maybe I don't." Daryl argued.

        "No, you do. You should be with us. People don't got to be friendly. We don't have to be nice. We don't have to be brothers in arms. Just gotta follow the rules. You claim. If ya steal, ya kill. I know that sounds a little funny but nobody laughs when something goes missing. And, ya don't lie. 'Cause that's a slippery slope, indeed." Joe explained. Why did he want Daryl so bad?

        "What happens if you break rules?" You asked, trailing behind the two as they walked at the back of the group.

        "Oh, ya catch a beatin'." He told you both, throwing a quick look over his shoulder to acknowledge you. "The severity of which depends upon the offense, and the general attitude of the day."

        You swallowed. You two had already broken a rule. You definitely weren't Daryl's sister.

        "But, that don't happen much, 'cause when men like us follow the rules, and cooperate a little bit, the world becomes ours." Joe whistled and everyone stopped to look at him. "Right there. It's our abode for the evening."

        "Hey." Daryl stopped him. "There ain't no us."

        "You leavin' right now?" Joe asked. "No? Then it sure seems like there's an us." Joe turned to walk away but he stopped and turned back. "You a cat person, Daryl? I am. Loved 'em since I was three years old. Vicious creatures. Anyway, I'll tell ya, and this is true : ain't nothin' sadder than an outdoor cat that thinks he's an indoor cat.

        And with that, Joe walked away, toward the little train station he previously called out. You and Daryl exchanged glances before you sighed and followed Joe, Daryl right behind you. You stopped before you reached the building. 

        "New rule, by the way." You glared at him.  "Don't ever leave me alone with them again."

        The men cleared the building, but you hung back. You figured there was no harm in exercising your right to fit into the weak girl stereotype, since that's what they thought of you anyways. In truth, you could take down at least two of these fuckers before the rest took you down, but you didn't want them to know that, at least not yet.

        The building was more of a garage than a train station like you'd originally thought. It was full of cars.

        "They ain't here." The guy who always wore a black bandana said. "Ain't been here for a long time. Whoever it was, they got all the gas."

        "That don't matter. We're gettin' closer, I can feel it." Joe told him.

        "Claimed."

        "Claimed."

        "Claimed."

        Everywhere you and Daryl went for a bed, another claimed it. You eventually settled for a nice open area on the floor. Daryl scrunched up a tarp for a pillow to share. You laid down next to him, hugging your bag and your crowbar close.

----

        You snuck out again that night for another smoke. You guessed maybe you were a smoker now, with all this stress. You just sat on the tracks by the garage, keeping a sharp eye out for threats. It was still somehow more peaceful than trying to sleep on a concrete floor while any one of those men could be plotting something. Hell, just earlier Len planted his half of the rabbit in Daryl's bag to frame him. Len caught the beating though, for lying. Joe saw him plant it.

        You took a long drag and heard the sliding metal sound of the door opening. Daryl stepped out and looked around frantically before he laid eyes on you sitting there. He stormed over fast.

        "The hell you doin?!" He nearly shouted.

        "What does it look like?" You asked, taking another puff.

        "Looks like you're bein' stupid." He hissed.

        "What the fuck is your problem?" You fired back. "You had no problem with leaving me at camp this morning so what's the issue?"

        "The issue is I can't keep an eye on you if you ain't where you're supposed to be!" He replied. You scoffed and stood up, looking up at him ferociously.

        "I don't need you to watch my every move--"

        You tried to argue but he cut you short, gripping your face tightly around your jaw with one hand. He leaned real close to you. The only sounds were the nature around you and each of your breaths crashing into each other.

        "I ain't losin' you." He growled low through gritted teeth. You two stayed that way for only a moment, his eyes searching yours with an almost predatory glare, before he abruptly let go of you and stormed back inside. You stood, stunned, before you threw your cigarette down and followed him.

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[poswiecenia]

@cybrvce - Khalid has begun finding ways to distract himself from his new reality. Whether it's being put to work helping Fontaine after the flooding, going to shows and trials, or finding places to be later and later into the evening so he doesn't have to face the memories of everything when he goes back to his new home...and sees Alhaitham there. This is another way, he's found, to push things from his mind, even if it's made him more of a greedy lover. Driving himself and Alhaitham to pleasure over and over again, overstimulating himself so he can ignore the refractory period as best as possible after cumming, not giving Alhaitham voice enough to do more than moan and gasp and say Khalid's name. In some ways, it reminds him of when things were good, and he loses himself in that feeling. The bedroom is different, as is the bed, but Alhaitham feels the same around him. His voice is the same as before. Not the strange, deadly tone he takes sometimes now. The afterglow doesn't last as long as Khalid would like, and he's forced to face his surroundings. And the memory of learning that Kaveh had been murdered by the man Khalid had just thoroughly and roughly fucked. He hates this. He hates it, and it makes him want to cry, but he doesn't want to give Alhaitham the satisfaction. Before he can reach out to touch Khalid's hair or hand or chest, Khalid stands, his skin feeling suddenly clammy rather than delightfully cool as the sweat dries on him. He hates this. "I'm gonna take a shower," he says, trying to make his voice steadier than he feels. He doesn't turn back to look at Alhaitham, just hopes he isn't followed into the bathroom. Not that he won't find distractions there, too, if Alhaitham does decide to join him.    /  unprompted ask

( 📜 ) HE ALWAYS WAITED. waited for him to the late hours of the night. he'd given the architect well - earned freedom ( within reason ) through fontaine, knowing that it would be easier that way. let him handle things the only way he knew how - helping anyone and everyone that needed something. he was appreciative, his home near drowned a few months ago thanks to a prophecy that the faux archon, new dragon sovereign and the traveller had brought TO A CLOSE.

THOSE FREEDOMS STILL brought khalid back to his home. to him. ever so greedy in the late of the night but he was just as desiring of what khalid could give. he serviced when he could ( it was hard: khalid seemed to desire control after all he'd lost ), enjoying the pleasured sounds that bubbled up and out of his mouth. he still FELT SO DIVINE with him inside. around him.

TONIGHT WAS DIFFERENT though, the dirty blonde moving away before he could touch him while he lay neck deep IN THE AFTERGLOW. ❛ FINE, ❜ he doesn't stop him from leaving the bed, watching as khalid's back remains to him as he headed for the bathroom. the warm feeling throughout his body begun to dull quickly without having the other man beside him. the lack of tactile affection that khalid enjoyed after their intimate moments was odd - but only for a moment as his elbow PROPPED HIM UP.

HE KNOWS HIM more than khalid would enjoy to admit, even after all that had come to pass. he didn't allow him to touch him due to his mind wandering, he could see it in the way he refused to look him in the eye. his voice, albeit steady, betrayed the underlaid stress down below - the operative hadn't spent years infiltrating and destabilizing the innerworkings of the sumerian government NOT to know HOW TO READ people.

HE LINGERS ON the bed, breathing out through his nose as the tingling feeling within his lower half diminished. fingers run through his own hair, glancing down at the now dirtied sheets 'fore he pushed himself to sit on the edge of the bed to stand. he walks over to the doorway that separated the bathroom and the outside hallway ; arms crossed AS HE WATCHED khalid intently.

HE DIDN'T ASK what's wrong 'fore he already knew ; the question ridiculous and illogical to ask as he stood bare in plain view. he lingers, like a hawk watching a prey animal from afar 'fore feet pad against tile to gently grasp AT KHALID'S SHOULDERS from behind.

❛ BREATHE. YOU GIVE the sense you'll break without allowing yourself to FEEL, ❜ he presses his lips against the back of his ear as he quietly speaks. there was no manipulation or negative drive behind his words, genuine advice for what he knew his emotional partner ( could they even be considered such after everything ? ) needed. bottling it NEVER WORKED for him.

[jackharl0w0]

NSFW ABCs x Jack Harlow

warnings: sex!! so if you’re uncomfy please don’t read <3

this was lightly proof read so if there are any remaining mistakes.. oops

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jack likes to spoil you. he is the king of aftercare. depending on what position he just finished putting you in he will place you on the bed the correct way, making sure to shower you in kisses then right after go and get a warm towel to wipe you down with. he makes sure to get you water and snacks, putting on a movie or the tv show y’all are watching together so you can chill and cuddle with him. he spends the rest of the time whispering about how much of a good girl you were for him until you pass out, with him soon to follow.

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

his favorite body part of yours is your thighs. he loves to kiss them, hold them, squeeze them etc. you never fail to have him “bricked up” when you’re showing a little extra leg.

your favorite body part of his is his hands. there’s a reason why there are stock photos of just his hands. it’s hard to find a man that takes such pride in keeping his hands nice and manicured. you are sure to let him know that his hands are your favorite neck accessory.

exhibit a:

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

jack likes his cum anywhere just as long as you’re taking it. although if he had to choose, nothing beats cumming inside of you. he’ll tell you that all day long. a close second is nutting in your mouth. but what drives him crazy is when you lick his cum off of his stomach after giving him head.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

well since jack lives with his homeboys, there’s not a lot of privacy. jack will never say this but he loves the fact that his friends might be able to hear what he’s doing to you in the next room. he gets off on the idea of ruining you for anyone else.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

jack has never had a problem getting girls so he is pretty experienced however when it comes to you he is always learning something new every day about your body so soon he will know your body like the back of his hand. he wants to be able to push the limits of your body you didn’t even know you could reach.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

it goes without saying but missionary. as jack would say it’s just so versatile. a little choking, a little eye contact, some rough kisses, the option to the put your legs over his shoulders so he can got even deeper. the possibilities are endless. another runner up is the cuddling on the side him harshly squeezing your thigh while holding it up. he just like the body contact.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

jack isn’t a serious guy but when he’s balls deep in his girl for the most part his goofiness goes away but jack always finds a way to make you laugh even when he’s not trying. he’ll just flirt with you or say some freaky shit in your ear that makes you laugh and roll your eyes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

definitely not bald but jack does at least trim. more of a tamed bush fs.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

jack loves the intimacy of sex. he is very present no matter the situation when it comes to you. when he’s not absolutely destroying you he can be very passionate and tender. he loves to be in position where he is physically close to you and where he can see your face. he loves to grab and rub all over your body when y’all are sharing a moment. it doesn’t even have to be sex, he adores you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

even though you think it’s hot you still want to be the only thing making him cum and he’s the same when it comes to you but if he’s on the road for tour or some where away from you. he has to find some type of relief even if it will never compare to your pussy… you don’t want want your man to have blue balls do youu? (or maybe you do and that’s totally fine)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he loves chocking you. whether he’s fucking you into the mattress or lightly gripping your neck when he’s kissing you in public. you both love that shit. jack also loves the idea of putting his baby in you. he loves to fill you up multiple time then use his dick to push his cum back inside when he sees it slowly dripping out of your heat. and he loves your ass most of all spanking your ass. so he’ll give you 20 or more licks and then throughout the day you will suddenly feel a stinging sensation on your ass that goes straight to your core.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere; the studio, the kitchen counter, the shower, the car, the bedroom, the closet at a party, the bathroom at a restaurant, and anywhere else that you or him can think of. (like i said he likes the idea of people knowing that he’s ruining you)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

this is probably cliche but he actually does love everything about you. just seeing you is enough. but of course it helps if your wearing something a little revealing especially in public or around his friends. he’ll give you a hard time when you’re about to leave but you know he loves the way that everyone gawks at your beauty in public. he knows he’s with the baddest, so that alone makes him want to get you home. he loves being the one that you want to be with at the end of the day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything that makes you genuinely uncomfortable. and i actually could not see jack doing knife play or fire play but if you do i love that for ya <3 ( different strokes for different folks )

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

jack definitely is a giver by nature but loves receiving too. jack can literally be buried between your legs for hours and let me tell you he is relentless. he is one of those people who genuinely enjoys the tastes and sensation of giving you head. so even when your tapped out trying to not fall apart he is still pushing you for a few more rounds. with that being said he will never turn down one of your blowjobs. he loves to see your lips wrapped around him in the most convenient situations.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

for the most part jack is rough but he loves to switch speeds. for example he will be beating your shit in 💀 and then all of a sudden slow down and take a painfully slow pace making sure to roll his hip into you making sure you feel every inch of him brushing against your g spot. slow and passionate sex usually comes into play after a prolonged amount of time of not seeing you or if you’re having a bad day or if there’s an anniversary or even just to switch it up to give you a break.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

as stated before jack is always ready to take you no matter the location. the both of you love a good quickie and will rarely turn down the opportunity.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

trying new things with jack is always apart of the itinerary, one week you’re sitting on his face and the next week he’s edging you with just his fingers.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

jack has surprisingly good stamina. white boy can go for a good three or more rounds. within a couple of hours of course but in between him cumming he will occupy you with his other forms of pleasure. don’t even get me started on his endurance, he can last your multiple rounds without cumming just further prolonging your pleasure.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

jack loves to use vibrators on you. especially the remote controlled ones that you can wear in public, he loves to see you try not to fall apart in front of his friends or people you guys are just meeting.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jack’s the biggest tease, he will edge you for hours, secretly touch you in public, whisper the filthiest shit in your ear when you are doing something important. he wants to see you come unglued and lose your train of thought to the idea of him being inside of you. he wants to be in your head 24/7 like you are in his.

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

you love the fact that jack is not shy or ashamed to be vocal with you. he loves to talk dirty in bed and he is most definitely a groaner. you will never get tired of his degrading praise that he gives you for “being a good slut” for him or how he tells you that “you’re the prettiest when your writhing on his dick.” you know that’s not true but in the moment it just pushes closer to your climax.

W = Wild card

overstimulation or edging? jack is down for both but if he had to choose one it would be overstimulation. he wants to break you down and have you gushing on his dick. he wants you to know that he is the only one that can fuck you like this and he proves it more and more every time he makes you cum. he will give you what you want and more until your begging for him to stop bc the pleasure is just so good it hurts, but even when you think you’re totally spent he knows that you can go a few more rounds. with that being said you two have a safe word that you know to use if something ever gets too intense but also with that being said he knows you won’t use it. you love being his fuck toy that he can use whenever and however he wants.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

jack gives off such big dick energy. so you know its pretty big. he’s above average, about 6.5 inches, it’s not too crazy and as it should. actually you prefer it that way. you don’t like guys that have uncomfortably huge dicks. so his is perfect for you.

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

all the time. that’s all there is to be said.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he usually lets you fall asleep first and then he will follow soon after you.

and i have gotten a few requests so those will be my next things to write so stay alert for those <3 also thank you guys for all the love on my first headcanon for jack. i love the feedback and comments i get from y’all!!! ~ harlowbaby 🤍

[hydrobes]

Sub virgin dottore x female gentle dom reader 💪💪💪, Dottore is absolutely scared of sex but wants to do it and since reader was p horny for him they did it Reader used a dildo lmfao, also can we get a fluff bath scene and like reader is just showering him with praises

Also very sorry if requests ain't open!

And make sure to drink water and take rests

- 🕴️ anon

Trust me

Pairings: virgin!sub!Dottore x dom!f!reader (Established relationship)

Warnings: sub/dom dynamic, gentle dom, nervous sub, anal penetration, oral - male receiving, masturbation, virginity, sex toys - dildo/strap on

W/c: 3.5k

a/n: this is actually quite dirty, reader is ready to do anything for this man. mwah, enjoy this soft gentle sex with nervous virgin dottore~

NSFW, 18+ content below cut, minors DNI.

“Dottore..” you smile softly as you sit between his legs. His cheeks were a cute pink, a blush dusted across his face. He sat with his back against the headboard of your bed, the plush cushions behind his back.

“Don’t worry.” You placed a hand on his warm cheek, stroking him with your thumb. He raised his own hand placing on top of yours, you could see the nervousness in his eyes.

You were surprised when Dottore told you he was a virgin and you remember how embarrassed he was to tell you. You had taken his hands in yours and told him there was no need to rush, whenever he was ready you’d be ready.

Then, whilst you were both taking a weeks leave from work to spend some quality time together he let you know he felt comfortable enough to be intimate with you.

“I’ll be slow and gentle. I promise this’ll feel good.” You smiled gently and trailed your thumb down his cheek, across to his lips. He parted them, a shuddering sigh escaping him.

“O-ok.. I trust you..” he muttered softly, his words just audible to you.

“If you change your mind at all, just say the word and I’ll stop.” You tuck your fingers under his chin and pull his face towards you, kissing him delicately. Your eyelids flutter closed and lips push together in slow, constant kisses.

“Mmh..” He whines, then freezes as you slip your tongue passed his lips and run it over his teeth, hoping for entrance, but he’s remains unsure at what he’s doing.

“Just follow my lead.” You whisper against him, and he slowly parts his lips for you. Your tongue runs over his, urging him to join the dance. Which he does as your tongues twine together and he whines into your mouth as you deepen the kiss.

“Haa..” he gasps as you pull apart, a wet string of saliva connecting your lips as you remain tantalisingly close. Your breathing warms each other lips, his gaze is slightly dazed as he regains his breath.

“Th-that felt..” his words trailed off, his blush still painting his face red.

“Good?” You smiled as he nodded, his gaze avoiding yours in his flustered state. You moved your hand from his chin, down his neck, to his clothed chest. “I can make you feel even better.. will you let me?” Your gaze still rested on his face.

He looked back at you and bit his lip as you shuffled backwards, moving a little down the bed. You remained between his legs, and even though he was a virgin he knew exactly what you were going to do.

“I.. yes.” He finally answered you, his hands gripping the soft quilt below him.

“I’ll be slow.” You said sweetly and placed your hands on the zipper of his trousers. He inhaled sharply as you unzipped him, slipping your hands into his waistband and pushing them down his thighs and off his legs.

You ran your hand over his bulge, his hard cock tenting in his black, tight boxer briefs. He gasped softly at the feeling, his lips parted as he watched you with a shy blush. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction as you gripped the sides of his boxers and push them down, throwing them and his trousers off the bed.

“(y/n)..” he stammered, his gaze flicking away from you in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry..” you reassured him once again as you wrapped your hand around his cute cock, languidly pumping the entire length. The tip was red and already leaking precum, your stomach ached with desire knowing you turned him on so easily.

“Haa..” he gasped as you squeezed him and ran your thumb over the tip, collecting his precum and smoothing it down his cock. He threw his arm across his face, burrowing his face in his elbow so you couldn’t see his flustered state.

“Lean back and relax, I’ll take good care of you.” Your voice was gentle and reassuring, he muttered something inaudibly and leant back against he headboard again.

You licked your lips and bent down, pressing a kiss against his red tip. He jolted in surprise, lifting his arm slightly to look down at you. You turned your gaze up to meet his, offering him a soft smile before opening your mouth and wrapping your plush lips around him.

“Haa-!” He gasped as you took him further, your hot, wet mouth warm and stimulating. His hands dropped back against the bed, fisting the covers again. He bit his lip harshly as you began sucking him, your tongue drawing against him as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

His hips twitched up, he wanted to fuck up into the warmth of your mouth. His flustered blush sinking deeper at how dirty this felt, he’d never felt anything this good. He’d only ever masturbated, and that couldn’t compare at all to how your lips felt around him. He moaned softly, the sound music to your ears.

“(y/n)-!” He gasped, his words stuttered as he placed a hand on your shoulder. This felt good, too good, his stomach felt like it was on fire as he drew closer and closer to release. “W-wait- I can’t’.. you..” he tripped over his words as you sunk him deeper into your mouth, taking him into your throat.

The incredibly lewd choking sound you produced as you took him to the hilt, your nose buried against his cute blue pubic hair, tipped him over the edge. He cried out adorably as his cock twitched in your mouth, his cum shooting down your throat.

“(y/n)- Ohh-“ he threw his head back, your hands gripped his thighs as you gulped down his seed. The feeling of your throat moving against his sensitive cock was blissful. You pulled back, a string of saliva and his cum connecting your lips to his still hard cock as you kept your head at his waist.

“You.. I-I’m sorry..” he bit his lip, his eyes shaking as he tried to hold your gaze.

“What for? I wanted you to release in my mouth, I wanted to swallow all you had to offer me..” you smiled coyly and continued to pumped his cock as you returned to his cock, running your tongue up and down the length, cleaning him.

“Mmph..” he muffled his groan at your words, and raised a hand to cover his face. His embarrassment glowing on his cheeks. “Th..thank you.” He murmured.

“Mmh.. no, thank you.” You laughed softly, giving his cock one final kiss before lifting yourself back up onto your knees. Face to face with him again, you smiled seductively. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” You licked your lips, cleaning away any mess. He shook his head slowly, his eyes blown wide at your question.

“Would you like to?” You chuckled, leaning forward so your lips hovered over his. He gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing, then nodded once. You laughed softly then pressed your lips against his.

You bumped your tongue against his lips, pressing for entrance again. This time he didn’t hesitate as he parted his lips and you slipped your tongue passed them. He moaned softly as you ran your tongue over his, his delicious salty taste passed on into his mouth as you continued to deepen the kiss. Sharing his taste with him.

“Mmph..” he moaned again, the needy noises surprising himself as he grew more confident. Tilting his head and pushing his tongue into your mouth, you parted your lips wider for him as he took over the kiss.

“Mm.. Dottore..” you moaned his name, his cock twitching at the sound of his name from your lips and fed his desires. He pulled away from you, suddenly feeling embarrassed at his actions.

“That was nice.. you’re a fast learner.” You laughed lightly, raising your hand and cupping his cheek. “Are you ready for what comes next?” You whispered gently.

“I..” he chewed his bottom lip, his gaze meeting yours. “Will it.. hurt?” You could see the worry in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, and his heart raced as he thought about you taking his virginity.

“Yes.” You smoothed his cheek gently. “It will, at first, but I’ll be gentle with you.” There was no point lying, you knew that. You just had trust he knows you’ll be careful with him.

“I..” he gulped, a shudder running through his body. He fidgeted as he considered your words. “I’m ready.” He said more firmly, his eyes holding yours with more conviction.

“Just follow my lead.” You pressed delicate kiss to his lips and pulled away from him, stopping to sit in the edge of the bed. You pulled the drawers of your bed side table open, pulling out a bottle of lube and your strap-on harness.

You bit your lip as you opened the drawer below, the drawer where you kept your dildos. You smirked over your naughty collection, they ranged from different lengths and thicknesses. Some even has bumps and veins on them for extra stimulation. Hopefully you’d be able use them with Dottore in the future, but right now you needed to be delicate with him.

Whilst softly laughing at your own horny thoughts you picked out a nice standard 6-itch dildo, and pushed the drawers closed. Dottore’s eyes widen as you turned back to him, his prominent blush still glowing.

“Will you help me undress?” You smiled, placing the items at your side as you sat between his legs again. He swallowed thickly his eyes dancing between you and the dildo, then nodded once.

“I’ll help you remove the rest of your clothes to.” You giggle sweetly, starting on his shirt as you popped the buttons open. He joined you, leaning forward and grasping your clothes with shaky hands. You let him move at his own pace as you both unbutton, unzip and pushed your clothes off until you were both bare before each other.

His gaze sheepishly moved over you body, lingering on your chest and trailing downwards to your pelvis. He looked away quickly, mutter a timid sorry, when he noticed you were watching him stare.

“You’ve never touched a woman, right?” You took his hands in yours as he shook his head, his embarrassment obvious. “Well, you can touch me. I trust you, Dottore.” You lead his hands up towards your breasts.

“You were staring here for quite awhile..” you bit your lip, pressing his hands against your bust.

“You.. how do I..” he sputtered, completely unsure in what he was doing. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently as if he was afraid to hurt you.

“Run your fingers over my nipples.” You gently instructed, releasing his hands and placing yours on his thighs as you pushed your chest out into his touch. He followed your lead, teasing the tip of his fingers over the already perked nubs.

“Mmn..” you whined softly, leaning into his touch more. “Now pinch and roll them with your fingers too..” you moaned softly as he did so, his warm, long fingers tweaking them gently. The delicate pinching sending sparks straight to your core, causing you to shiver in pleasure.

“(y/n)..” he blushed as you moaned under his touch, he cock incredibly hard and pressing against your leg as he continued to tease your nipples. “Can I.. do more?” He licked his lips, lowering his head slightly so you caught his meaning.

“Mmn.. yes.” You moaned and he lowered his lips to your breasts, taking a nub into his mouth. “Haa-!” You gasped, arching your back as he nipped your sensitive nipple. His tongue then took over, circling and caressing, mimicking his fingers on your other breast.

“Haa.. haha.. a quick learner indeed..” you gasped breathlessly as he swapped sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth. His now free hand rest on your curves, moving down towards your dripping core.

“Mmn.. Dottore, wait..” you moaned, your hand grasping his and stopping him. He released your nipples, pulling away sheepishly.

“Ah.. sorry.” His eyes shook as he smiled weakly, assuming he shouldn’t have gone ahead without permission.

“No, no.. it’s alright.” You released his hand and placed both of yours on his shoulders. “It’s just tonight is all about you. Don’t worry about me.” You giggled and pushed up onto your knees, Dottore’s eyes widen as he saw the damp patch from under you. Your desire having leaked all over the bed because of him.

He swallowed at the sight, then choked back a gasp as you pushed him backwards. His back meeting the soft sheets, his head resting on the plush pillows. His lips parted as he stared up at you, knowing where this was going.

“Ready?” You smiled and trailed your hands from his shoulders, over his chest, and down to his cock. You pumped him a few times, unable to help yourself as it stood erect and for leaking for you.

“Mmph..” he moaned softly at your teasing pumps. “..yes.” He whined, his stomach ached for release again. But this time he knew he wanted more, he wanted you inside him.

“Alright.. I’ll get started.” You smile reassuring and pick up the bottle of lube, smothering a decent amount onto your fingers.

“Haa..” He shuddered as your cool slick hands gently caressing over his cock, then down to his puckering hole. You circled the rim of his behind, taunting penetration as you glanced up at his face.

He bit his bottom lip harshly, his eyes meeting yours as you asked him one final time for permission. He swallowed, then gasped a ‘yes’.

You sunk your lubed fingers into him, scissoring them as he gasped and moaned. His hands fisted the sheets as your fingers dug deeper, stroking his twitching walls. He was tight, incredibly tight, you wondered if even when lubed up penetration might still hurt too much.

“Mmh..” he whined at the loss of the new, arousing feeling as you pulled your fingers out of him, and grasped your strap-on harness. You clicked it in place and fitted the dildo to the front, using the rest of the lube to smother over the toy.

“Final time, are you ready to go through with this?” You pumped your cock, your eyes holding his. He gulped at the toy and at the heat in your eyes. He’d come this far, and the desiring way you were looking at him went straight to his core, he knew he’d regret backing out now.

“I’m ready.” He said confidently, his voice not wavering for the first time tonight. You lined your cock up against his hole, noticing how he was clenching.

“I’ll be slow and steady, but you need to try and relax.” You leaned forward and kissed him sweetly. He chased your lips as you pulled away, his hands opting to grip your thighs.

Slowly you pushed the head of your cock inside him, his hands clenching your thighs harshly as you slowly sunk further into him.

“H-haa..” his gasps were shaky as he clenched his teeth at the stretch and the ache in his stomach as you penetrated him deeper and deeper still. He pressed the back of his head against the pillows, short gasps escaping him as he tried to adjust to the new feeling.

“Mm.. Dottore, that’s all of me.” You sighed pleasantly, flicking your gaze away from his cute hole, stuffed with your cock, to his blushing face. “How does it feel?” You smiled coyly.

“I.. it..” he gasped and shuddered as you readjusted yourself. You gripped his legs, hooking them around your hips as you rose up higher on your knees to get a better angle. “It feels.. good..” he blushed furiously at his words.

“I’ll make you feel more than good.” You chuckled softly, taken with just how cute he was. His hands moved between gripping your thighs and fisting the quilt, his eyes hazy as he kept them on you.

Moving your own grip to his hips you pulled your hips back, pulling the slick dildo almost completely out. Only when the tip remained did you thrust back inside, slowly still as he continued to whine at the intrusion.

“Mmn.. (y/n)..” he whined softly, your languid pace started to feel torturous. His stomach ached, but not in pain, it was a hot ache that went straight to his erect, twitching cock. His whines soon disappeared, replaced by shaky moans as pleasure took over.

You blushed in turn at his cute reactions, his own face flushed and eyes dazed at the new, pleasurable feeling. His adorable moaning had you biting your lip.

“M-more..” he shuddered, his gaze holding yours. “I want more..” he bit his lip, and threw one arm over his face again, the desperation in his voice clear.

“How can I say no to that?” You laughed softly. “Especially when you’re begging so cutely.” You pulled out of him, then thrust back in suddenly. The quick movement catching him off guard as he threw his head back and gasped.

“Haa-!” He cried out loudly as you repeated your quick, deep thrusts. Filling him entirely in quicken succession, his tight walls hugging your cock. You moved one hand from his hip, wrapping it around his aching cock instead.

“(y/n)-!” He gasped, his hips tried to rock up to thrust into your hand but your own hips smacked against his with each deep, fast thrust. You began to loose yourself to the sight before you; Dottore crying out your name as you fucked into him. Sweat soaked his forehead, his hair sticking to him.

“That’s it~” you praised him. His cock pulsed in your hand, still slick from your saliva and his own seed, you easily jerked him off in time with your thrusts. Each one hitting just the right spot in his prostate, his hands dug into your thigh and he clenched his teeth. The pleasure too much.

“Nnh-!” He cried out in pleasure and you had little time to react as his twitched pulsed in your hand. He orgasmed when you gave him one harsh thrust, your cock knocking his sweet spot and tipping him over the edge.

You left your cock buried deep inside him, penetrating him fully, as you continued to pump his cock while he released all over his own stomach. He lay weakly against the covers as he jerked his hips thoughtlessly up into your wet, cum soaked hand.

“Archons Dottore.. that was adorable.” You smiled softly, your voice gentle and reassuring as his cock softened in your hand. “You did wonderfully.” You praised him, his eyes fluttering open at your words.

“I hope I wasn’t too hard on you, how do you feel-?” You offered him a worried look, and pulled your hips back. Slowly, and gently removing your cock from his tender hole. He whined softly at the feeling, his lip drawn into his mouth.

“G-good.. that was..” he blushed furiously, his gaze shooting away from yours in embarrassment. “Amazing..” he finally finished, his hands still clenching around the sheets.

“Aah, that makes me really happy to hear~” you smiled brightly and leaned over him, pressing your chests together as you place down your hands either side of his head.

“And I’m pleased you trusted me to be your first~” you brought your lips to his before he could reply, kissing him firmly. Your lips moving together as you shared hot, desperate gasps.

Your slick, plastic cock rubs against his as you press your bodies together. You can feel him twitch against your stomach, his cock quickly becoming erect again, a coy smile gracing your lips at his surprising amount of libedo.

“A-ah.. (y/n), I’m still.. I can go longer..” he breaks your kiss as he stumbles over his words, his blush brightening in embarrassment.

“I’m sure you can but I don’t want to push you, this was your first night after all.” You cup his cheek and give him one final tender kiss, before lifting up and off him.

“But.. (y/n)..” he grips your wrist, stopping you from getting off the bed. He gazes at you with a puppy dog look, his eyes begging yours.

“If you keeping looking at me like that I might not be able hold myself back.” You chuckled, running your hand down his body playfully. He whined as you teased his cock with feather light touches before pulling away.

“There will be plenty of other opportunities, if you’ll let me.” You grinned broadly as he nodded his head enthusiastically, a flustered, yet desire filled, look on his face.

“Until then, let me pamper you. Come on.” You curled your pointer finger back in a come hither motion.

You hummed a gentle tune as you drew your fingers through Dottore’s soft, wet blue hair. You managed persuade him to let you pamper him, running him a hot bath to help with his aching muscles.

Rubbing a fruity scented shampoo through his hair you made sure to scratch his scalp gently with your nails. You sighed softly as he leant into your touch like an adorable kitten wanting more attention.

You truly were glad he took pleasure in your intimacy and you found yourself wanting to dote over your cute lover even more now. Pushing his hair back, you instead ran your hands down his chest.

“Mmn..” he whined cutely and you laughed gently as you decided you really did want to pleasure him a little more tonight.

a/n: *dabs* and that’s the final sub!dottore request done

[misschifuyu]

hii <3

i would like to request a headcanon with kazutora, chifuyu mitsuya having sex with their s/o please? if it's too much feel free to ignore it :)

thanks <33 have a nice day/night

- hi there my love !! don’t worry, this request is absolutely fine, and it’s actually the first full nsfw one so I do hope you like it

Kazutora, Chifuyu and Mitsuya general n/sfw headcanons

genre: smut. the characters are depicted as their present selves

warnings: explicit content & language.

Kazutora

jumping right into it, i feel that kazutora is more on the make love side rather than blowing your back out. sure, if you asked him to be rough on an odd day, he'd happily comply. he's just more on the softer side

this is mostly due to his past; he knows what he's capable of, even after all those years since his toman days, so he'd be very precautious not to hurt you in any way

you'll know when he's needy, like you just will. kazutora will turn ever to touchy and try to remain as close to you as possible when he's trying to get you into bed

he doesn't really need words, but he'll speak if you ask him to

"i...really need to be inside you"

don't think this translates as skipping foreplay, though

very much the opposite. kazutora loves feeling up on your soft skin, leaving faint marks with his teeth that would gradually turn into darker shades of purple

he quite likes marking you up, it's really the only thing that could be mildly classed as rough, as he'd frequently leave teeth marks. he adores hearing your voice when he'd catch you off guard with a particularly harsh bite, squirming beneath him

this man is an avid lover of giving oral

he won't turn down a blowjob, but he'd sometimes feel a little awkward whenever you did. he'd ease into it after a few minutes, but he still preferred pleasuring you instead

between your thighs is his favourite place to be, no matter the time of the day. whether you're laying on your back or hovering over his face, kazutora will keep you there for a good while, voicing out praises at you as he basked in your reactions

if his tongue wasn't too occupied, of course

"god, i just can't get enough of you"

make sure to praise him just as much. he absolutely loves hearing loving nicknames from you whenever you tell him how much of a good job he's doing

it gets him even more riled up, and would frequently grind himself against whatever surface you were on

speaking of surfaces, though the bed is the most convenient place to indulge in you, kazutora isn't picky about the location, so long as it's somewhere inside

he's been known to take you whilst you watched a movie, on a counter as you waited for food to cook, even up against a wall when he couldn't be bothered to make it all the way to the bed

as long as he gets to watch your face twist into one of pleasure, he really couldn't care less where it was

a key point when having sex with kazutora: pull his hair

it can be in a ponytail or loose, doesn't matter; he will let out the prettiest moans ever if you just so tugged gently on his locks

it's a sensitive spot of his, so be sure to use it wisely. it'll take him some self control to not go absolutely feral on you if you do, so its best you tell him it's okay to let go before you play with his hair

whenever you start reaching your high, no matter if he's over or behind you, he will bury his face into your neck and suck on the skin, emphasising the already noticeable marks

during aftercare - because this man will pamper you after a session, no matter how long or short it was - he will trace over the marks with light kisses, asking if any of them were still sore

and, of course, a shower will be waiting for you as soon as he's done with that. it's a perfect excuse to spend so more time pressed up against you; a double win, in his eyes

Chifuyu

let's get one thing straight: chifuyu is ready to get it on with you whenever and, frankly wherever. it doesn't take much to get him all needy and, more times that not, he will approach you with the intention of getting in your pants, no matter what you were doing

of course, he will ask if you're up for it, too - consent is key, people

see, he's a very touchy, affectionate person. he loves being around you and will take up any chance to be near you. sometimes, though, this need to be close to you will escalated into something more. even if you were simply cuddling, chifuyu will, occasionally, start to feel his pants getting a little too tight for comfort

when things get going, he is an absolute sweetheart. treating you with care, he will melt into your lips, hands roaming around your body. he's not very talkative during foreplay, but that's mostly because his mouth is usually occupied

however, once your clothes have been discarded, something with click inside of him, making his only goal to leave you in an absolute mess by the time he was done with you

littering your skin with kisses and subtle bites, he will run his hands along your sides, causing goosebumps on your skin that he'd always notice, a sly smile on his lips whenever he did

he's a tease. whilst you try and push your hips towards him, he will simply place kisses on your skin near the area you most needed him to touch

you're going to actually have to tell him what you want before you loose sight of the playful smile that hung on his lips

"that's it...wasn't that hard to ask, now was it?"

chifuyu will get right to the point once he drops his teasing act, though, and expect a good two to three orgasms before he decides he's done with you

when it comes to positions, he likes those in which he can be closest to you. skin on skin is his favourite feeling, and the closer his face can be to yours, the better

when he's pounding into you, he'll bring a hand up to your face. he'd hold it softly, contrasting from his rough pace, and whisper out a series of praises

"you look so pretty like this...does it feel that good? tell me, i want to hear your voice"

a fun thing about chifuyu is that he's a switch, a big one at that. if you find the impulse to flip him onto his back, or simply take over, he will automatically slip out of his position in charge

this is when you'll be able to hear his pretty voice. although he will start with small whimpers here and there, by the time he's edging towards his orgasm he will let out a string of soft moans, grabbing onto you in any way he can as he does

when he reaches his orgasm, his grip will keep you in the position you were in, his body stiffening up as his eyes would close shut

this will be applied whether he's in control or not, honestly. chifuyu loses most of his focus when he's nearing his high, only having enough to call out your name

he may be shorter than most of the guys, but he has one hell of a stamina. one round will never be sufficient for him, and he'd certainly be up to waiting for you to calm down until the next one if it meant he could make you - and himself - see stars again

this will be when, as well as during aftercare, he will give you soft kisses against your skin, massaging areas such as your stomach and thighs as he'd let out hums of happiness

as said before, he's a sweetheart. sure, sometimes you'd be sore after being with him, but he'd always make it up to you with the most perfect cuddling session afterwards

Mitsuya

mitsuya is very skilled with his hands, as shown by his talent when it comes to designing and creating magnificent fashion pieces

watching him work is quite the sight, and even more so if you're familiar with other wonders he's able to do with those fingers of his

but, to start off, know that it will take him some determination to start anything up with you

he's a busy man with a lot on his mind, so it would take him a bit to hold himself back from just jumping on you because of the growing stress that had built up throughout the day

he's a respectful man and, therefore, will take his time and look for subtle hints to see if perhaps you'd follow his lead

when you catch his drift, though, he will be all hands on you

sex is a perfect way to wind down from his hectic schedule, and he couldn't ask for anyone else better to do it with rather than you

oral is key during foreplay. he will start by making his way down on you, his voice speaking words of appreciation between the kisses he'd place on your skin

watching you writhe from the position between your legs was something he thoroughly adored, your body jerking with every skilled move from both his mouth and his fingers

after a good few minutes of pulling his hair and high pitched moans from your behalf, he will lift himself away from you. this will be your turn to switch up places

and also when you'd see the truly, needy mitsuya

you see, he has very, very sensitive skin. his neck, his chest, his waist...with simple touches of your hand, you can reduce him to a squirming mess

when he's the one receiving oral, he will absolutely lose any sense of straightforward thinking, especially if you run your hands on his thighs whilst you peer up at him through your lashes

his moans are like music to your ears. he won't speak much, unable to actually form words as he shivers from the feeling of you between his legs, but his hand on your head will be enough to tell you that you're doing a good job

if he's sat up whilst you give him the blowjob, expect to be pushed down as soon as he reaches his orgasm. he tends to curl over when he does, his whole body turning into a trembling mess

he will make up for accidentally making you gag, though. in the sense that you won't be able to walk straight for the next few days

he may be sensitive, but he also isn't one to go slow when it comes to intercourse. he will also go for a few rounds, loving how you'd come undone before him every time

hold on to him when he does: the feeling of your nails digging into his back whenever he's on top of you always makes him pick up his speed, and he loves the marks that would appear afterwards

it was a way to know that he was taking good care of you

mitsuya isn't one to talk dirty, but he will shower you with loving comments during aftercare. he'd trace your skin with his fingers as you lay on his chest, both equally as tired and worn out

his sex drive is high, but so is his love for you

so he'd always prepare a bath for you afterwards, where he'd try and keep you awake with soft kisses and talking to you whilst you enjoyed the warm water

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Mick’s NSFW Alphabet

For the bitches I like, and the bitches I like only. Y’all are some whores and I love you for that, truly. MINORS DNI.

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Bit of a clean freak so it’s straight to the shower if possible, if not, then a warm towel at the very least. He’s incredibly gentle, almost frustratingly so, as if he’s worried he broke you. Lots of silence, when he does speak its in a whisper.

B - Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners) He’s modestly obsessed with his arms, after a lot of dedication and time in the gym, he’s pretty proud of how big he’s gotten. On a bit of a parallel he’s in love with your legs, wrapped around him is how he likes them best.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He’d prefer to keep the mess making to a minimum but he does quite like seeing you covered in it, so occasionally you get a treat. He’s not too fussy about being covered in yours, either.

D - Dirty Secret It makes him feel dirty, almost to the point of feeling truly unclean, but he loves to get rough with you. Its a constant battle of doing what his cock wants as opposed to his heart. Guess who wins in the bedroom?

E - Experience (Do they know what they're doing?) Not particularly. You learn together, about the rules and regulations of going wild, and how to please one another.

F - Favorite Position Missionary, he’s a classic guy with basic needs. Not to mention its the best way to get his hands around your neck.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous) Smiles and laughter aren’t un-welcomed, but they certainly feel out of place. The learning curve has brought on some awkward moments, but then its right back to it.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they?) He wouldn’t be a clean freak if he wasn’t obsessively tidy, would he? It’s his thing, just one of many in a regular routine. Cut short, not a hair out of place.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment?) After causing any sort of pain or even mild discomfort he’s attentive and diligent, the focus is always on you. The smile may be gone, but the softness remains.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Rarely, if ever.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) Choking you, with his hands or his cock. Watching your eyes roll back in your head turns him on. Not to mention the rush of power than comes from having his hands around your throat. He’s partial to a bit of spanking too, the rough kind, that you can still feel when it’s all over.

L - Location (Favorite places to have sex) Hotel rooms, hotel showers, cars, but most of all his bedroom. Everyone likes a bit of excitement, but theres nothing wrong with getting down and dirty right at home.

M - Motivation (What turns them on/gets them going?) You. He can’t explain it, even though he’s tried. It’s been brought on by a variety of things, once a pretty sundress, another time just the look in your eye.

N - NO (What's something they wouldn't do, turns off’s?) Tying you up is where he draws the line. He doesn’t mind a blindfold or even handcuffs that one time in Spa, but actually tying you up, constricting you, is too much.

O - Oral (Preference in giving/receiving) An even split, well, maybe sixty forty if he’s being honest. You on your knees, mouth full, is too good to pass up.

P - Pace (Are they fast/slow, rough/sensual?) It’s not fast, he’s a patient man, but it is rough, always.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on a quickie rather than proper sex?) Actual sex, he’s not interest in rushing the process. For oral though, any time is a good time.

R - Risk (Are they down to experiment, how risky do they wanna be?) He’s pretty sure he’s maxed out on kinky behavior but he’s never said no to trying something new. It takes an adjustment though, and an honest thought about if he really likes it more than what you already do together.

S - Stamina (How long can they go for?) Two is the most he’s tried. The heart wins out after that. Roughing you up for a couple rounds is good enough for him, he’d like to get back to being himself and taking care of you after that.

T - Toy (Do they own toys, down for bringing them into the relationship?) Handcuffs from the aforementioned time in spa, but that’s it.

U - Unfair (Is it always give and take or is it sometimes just take?) A true fifty fifty, he’s a gentleman, after all. Even for those quickies in the car…

V - Volume (How loud are they/do they like you to be?) At the very least he’d like to hear you try. It’s hard to get a sound out when you can’t really breath, but seeing you squirm and fight to, turns him on. He’s verbal, but its almost always a whisper.

W - Wearing (What do they like you to wear, if anything?) Naked as the day you were born. A skirt is preferable though if you’re going for a drive.

X - X-Ray (Whats going on in those pants?) A proud and confident seven. Visually speaking, veiny, but if you had to describe it, the word heavy comes to mind. Its a lot to take, at the very least.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Decent, he wants it more than another man his age but he’s not a fiend, by any stretch of the word.

Z - Zzzz... (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?) Once the steam of the shower hits him its pretty hard to keep him awake. You’re usually both under the covers and dreaming peacefully within the forty five minute marker.

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•

I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato @painted-hills

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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Veritaserum Prompt Fic (Part 11)

Azkaban wasn't great.

It was pretty fucking awful, if Draco was being honest. He kept himself as far back from the bars of the cell as he could, the closer he got, the worse it was when a dementor drifted past.

Maybe the Department of Mysteries was a better alternative to Azkaban. At least when he was trapped there he had the refuge of sleep. Here, even his dreams were tortured; the dementors' presence warped the images of Harry and the cottage, destroying the memories over and over in increasingly horrifying ways.

On the other hand, there was a small slit of a window that let in sunlight. He curled himself into a ball as close to the sunlight as he could and tried to think of his time on the beach, of the sun and the sand, of Harry's warm smile and his hair slipping through his fingers. As long as he focused really hard on it, as long as he didn't fall asleep, he could hold onto a few pieces of beauty at a time.

Draco wasn't sure how long he'd been there when a silver fox patronus came racing through, so bright that the dementors were chased off and Draco could breathe again.

The fox moved through the bars and placed itself between Draco and the door and he couldn't help but where it had come from. The only person he could imagine sending a patronus to him was Harry but everyone knew that Harry Potter's patronus was a stag.

And yet, "I'm getting you out," Harry's voice said through the patronus and Draco's heart stuttered.

He waited for the fox to vanish but the light didn't waver, Harry was still protecting him it seemed, keeping the dementors at bay.

(Read more below the cut)

Nothing changed for six days.

The warden came by multiple times to try to banish the patronus but the fox remained stubbornly at Draco's side. It all felt a bit surreal but Draco certainly wasn't going to complain.

After six days, the reporters started coming. "Mr. Malfoy, I work for the Daily Prophet," the first witch who arrived informed him, "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"I haven't got much else on at the moment," he attempted. "But I'm surprised they let you in."

"Then you underestimate how much influence Harry Potter really has."

"Harry wanted you to come here?" he asked, heart beating a little faster.

She straightened her shoulders and took out her notebook and quill, "Mr. Potter is saying that everything printed about you after your return to Azkaban is a lie. What do you say?"

"I don't know," he replied, "What's been said? I haven't gotten any papers in here, as you might expect."

The witch leaned closer to the bars, as though she was telling him some sort of secret, "He said that you didn't slip him a love potion, you didn't have him under any sort of spell, there was nothing nefarious at play."

"That's correct." But he couldn't imagine that she would believe him, even if he had been using a spell or a potion he would have said the same thing.

Her brow furrowed, "He said you were living on a secluded island before you turned yourself in and that you're in love."

"Yes," he affirmed softly.

"Then why did you leave?"

He sighed, "Because if anyone deserved to live in the wizarding world, it's the person who saved it."

She nodded, "Do you have any idea what's happening in the wizarding world right now?"

"No," he replied flatly, "They don't really let us out to see the world."

"So you're saying that this wasn't all part of some elaborate plan?"

"Sorry, what's going on?" he asked, feeling off kilter and a bit frustrated. "What plan?"

The woman stared at him for a long moment, "Harry Potter seems to be trying to bring the Ministry to its knees," she said. "He started by talking about you, then by telling the story of his godfather's wrongful conviction, and continued to tell story after story about people who've been falsely accused and convicted."

Draco felt like his eyebrows must be reaching his hairline by this point. "No," he shook his head, "No, I had no idea."

"What about the reports on ministry officials?" she asked, ignoring his response and pressing on to the next question. "Your father had a variety of connections, surely you gave him at least some of information about the officials he's blowing in."

He shook his head again, "No, I had nothing to do with that." He chuckled humorlessly, "I was raised to keep secrets until the opportune moment and to use them to apply pressure to get what I wanted."

She hummed, "It seems to me that Mr. Potter is doing exactly that."

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The reporters continued coming. He had multiple visits a day over the next three days and every reporter asked similar questions.

Draco tried to understand what was happening in the wizarding world from the interviews he did, but it was hard to believe that there could be protests and rallies at the Ministry demanding his freedom.

He'd gone to sleep the third night, Harry's fox curled up on the bottom of the flimsy pad, watching the door, only to be awoken by his cell door banging open.

"Up Malfoy," the human guard who worked overnights said.

He startled, sitting up and curving inward to protect himself. "What?"

"Get up," the man barked.

The patronus placed itself between Draco and the other man and Draco's heart started to beat to rapidly.

"Now," he said, grabbing Draco's arm and dragging him out of bed.

"Where are you taking me?" he asked as the man shoved him down the hall and out toward the main entrance.

"Your time is up," the man said, thrusting a dirty shoe into Draco's hands.

Before he could ask anything else, he was being ripped through time and space, and all he could imagine was ending up somewhere even worse. They were probably going to kill him and-

His feet hit the groan and he barely had time to register sand under his feet before arms were wrapped around him, pulling him in and holding him close. The sound of waves crashing to the shore, the scent of the salt water in the air mixed with the comforting scent of Harry's body. He sagged forward, a sob escaping his throat.

"Draco," Harry murmured, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him all over, covering his cheeks, his nose, his lips, his chin, even his eyelids. "Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" he asked.

He shook his head but couldn't get any words out.

"Come on," Harry whispered, rubbing his hands along Draco's arms, "you're shaking. Let's go inside."

Harry led him by the hand up the beach and into the little cottage, the fire was lit in the hearth and there were two cups of tea sitting on the coffee table, a plate of ginger biscuits in between.

"Do you want to get changed?" Harry asked.

"I-" Draco started before breaking off, "Sorry. What's happening? Harry, how am I here? The guard just gave me this stupid shoe and I don't-"

"The Ministry signed your release paperwork," Harry said. "They wouldn't let me come to get you, they aren't very pleased with me at the moment," he added. "I'm sort of banned from any official Ministry buildings now," he said, sounding oddly pleased.

"What happened?"

Harry looked at him longingly, "Later?" he begged. "Can I just-" he broke off stepping closer and crowding him against the wall, kissing him and crushing their bodies together. Holding him like he didn't care that Draco was smelly and hadn't been allowed to shower since arriving at Azkaban.

"Harry," he groaned, tilting his head back as Harry pressed kisses along his jaw and neck.

"Hmm?"

His fingers tugged Harry's hair until he tipped his head up far enough that he could kiss him again for a long moment. "Am I allowed to stay here?" he asked.

"Yeah," Harry breathed, nodding his head, their noses brushing against each other's. "You can go anywhere, do anything," he added. "We're free."

Draco shuddered as the words washed over him, the relief cool and bright. "Okay," he said. "First things first. I need a shower," he said.

Harry groaned, "Why does that have to be the first thing?"

He laughed, "I'm filthy."

"I don't care," he muttered petulantly.

"Come with me," Draco invited.

Harry pulled back far enough to wiggle his eyebrows, "I'll do my best."

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Later, after they'd showered off all of the dirt and grime, erasing all physical evidence of the week and a half they'd spent apart. After Harry had taken Draco apart; kissing him and touching him, healing all of the darkness that the prison had left seeped in his bones. After they'd eaten dinner curled up on the sofa together and drunk the tea he'd made and ate far too many biscuits. After they'd stumbled together through the house and crawled into bed. After Harry had laid him bare once more and kissed every inch of him, as though Draco was something treasured, something precious. Draco began to cry again.

"Hey," Harry whispered, moving back to the top of the bed where he kissed away Draco's tears, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

He grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body down on top of him, allowing the familiar, welcome weight of his body to ground him. "I love you," he whispered through all of the emotions swamping him.

"I love you, too," Harry murmured, stroking his hair back and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "So much."

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Why do I love you?" he asked, sounding surprised by the questions.

Shaking his head he replied, "Why did the Ministry let me go? Why would they do that?"

Harry sighed and nuzzled into Draco's neck, "Because I know their secrets."

"What?"

He shrugged, "I did some digging when I had access to the Department of Mysteries information," he said in between kisses pressed to his neck, "so I just started exposing corruption that I'd found. People wanted to listen to what I had to say so I told them. Then people started protesting and here we are."

"So you blackmailed the Ministry into releasing me?"

Harry hummed, "Not really. I just helped the Ministry to see the error of their ways and be held accountable for the ways they've failed the people they were supposed to protect and serve."

"I can't believe you."

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, brushing his nose over Draco's collarbone.

"I can't believe you did that," he said. "How dare you have the audacity to love me that much?"

"Me?" Harry gasped, jerking up onto his elbows and looking at Draco like he was actually offended by Draco's words. "How dare I? What about you?" he exclaimed. "Draco you loved me so much that you were willing to go to prison for the rest of your life!"

"But you deserve to be loved that much," he protested.

"So do you!" Harry sat up, straddling his hips and glaring down at him. "I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you," he added. "If you'll let me."

He cupped Harry's cheek in his palm, "I'll let you. I haven't got another brave bone in my body."

"Good," Harry said. "Because I'm sick to death of people and their invasive questions. And if I never have to talk to a member of the press again it will be too soon. And I'm tired of having to protect myself from the ministry and playing their games," he grumbled.

He buried his face in Draco's neck again and Draco let his fingers stroke through Harry's still damp curls, heedless of the way it would make them frizzy.

"I hate everyone who isn't you," Harry mumbled.

"Well not everyone, I hope," Draco replied as he rubbed a lock of hair between his fingers, "I went through a lot of trouble to make it possible for you to be with your friends and family whenever you want," he teased.

Harry huffed a laugh, "It's ridiculous that you're making a joke about this right now. I have never been more terrified in my life."

"Oh come on," Draco said, "You literally died."

"I had a panic attack," Harry said, "When I thought I'd never see you again. I walked straight to my death without a backward glance." He pressed impossibly closer, "When I tell you I've never been more terrified in my life, I mean it."

"Harry," he murmured, awestruck.

The other man yawned and snuggled in. "But it's fine now," he said. "You're here and I'm here, and the Ministry is burning."

"Do we need to go back?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head, "Hermione's taking care of it. She has better legal avenues and it's honestly more her thing than mine anyway."

"We can stay here for a while, then?"

"In bed?" Harry asked sleepily.

He chuckled, "On the island," he clarified.

Harry nodded, "as long as you want. Everything's on fire in Wizarding London anyway, it's a complete shit show. They wouldn't give us a moment's peace."

"I'd like a little peace," Draco replied.

He felt Harry's smile against his shoulder, "A little peace," he echoed. "A little happiness."

"More than a little, if we're lucky."

Harry nodded, "We're due for a bit of luck, aren't we?"

He pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead, "I don't need luck when I've got you."

And no matter what life threw at them, they knew how to weather the storm; clinging to one another and the life they built on their love.

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fin. I'm having a hard time letting go of this one but I can't look at it for another moment. <3 Thanks for joining me for the adventure of writing this one.

(Part 10)

[alpacaparkaseok]

Make a Move

➣ Pairing/genre: roommate!Hobi x reader

➣ Premise: You thought ‘Hope’ was a girl, but looking at the hot dude currently claiming to be your roommate, you might be wrong.

➣ warnings/tags: pure fluff, reader gets a lil sick for a minute

➣ word count: 4.6k

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You look down at the application, and back up at the person standing in front of you. Down, then up.

Twice more, just to wrap your mind around the dumbest mistake you’ve ever made.

“Umm…Hope?”

The man fidgeting nervously before you manages a bright smile. “Yep. That’s me!”

Again, you stare down at the application. “I…you’re the one moving in?”

Hoisting the heavy-looking box higher in his arms, the man – Hope if he’s to be believed, offers a strained nod. “Yeah, it’s sort of a nickname…Hoseok. I’m Hoseok.” He looks around, poking his head through the doorway to your small apartment. “Mind if I set this down? It’s kinda heavy…”

You step aside in a daze, watching as Hoseok sweeps inside and sets the box down with a thud on the counter. A moment later another head is peeking inside before carrying in another box.

“Hey, I’m assuming you’re one of the roommates?” The newcomer asks, sweeping some of his ashen-blond hair off his forehead and extending a hand out to you. You take it with some trepidation.

“I am. And you’re Hoseok’s friend?”

“Namjoon. Just stopping in with a few of his things. Oh,” Namjoon waits until Hoseok walks back outside before continuing, speaking to you in a hushed tone. “I just wanted to say thank you. You know, for letting him move in. Ever since our landlord found out we had seven people instead of six, it’s been hard trying to find a place but Hoseok was adamant he be the one to move out. Did want to separate the others-”

“Wait, woah,” you hold up a hand, effectively cutting him off. “Seven? Seven people living in one tiny apartment?”

Namjoon tilts his head to one side, brows furrowed. “He didn’t tell you? That’s why he moved out; someone had to. Our apartment has a six person limit, so once our landlord found out Hoseok volunteered to be the one to move out.”

It appears that Hoseok hasn’t told you a lot of things.

“I…no, he didn’t mention that.”

Namjoon moves on, unphased. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for taking him on. It’s nearly impossible to find a place this time of year, and we weren’t sure if you would be chill with having a male roommate, but it really means the world. This way he can stay close to us-”

“Close?”

“Yeah, we live just a few blocks away. He didn’t say that?”

At that moment Hoseok walks through the door, still wearing that sheepish smile that he directs at you.

“No. He must have forgotten to mention that, too.”

--

           Once Namjoon has left and Hoseok gets into organizing all of his things, you set up camp on the couch. Book in hand, you can’t help but assess your new roommate.

           A part of you wants to get rid of him, but another part of you is interested to see what might unfold from this strange situation. You’ve never had a male roommate before, and if Namjoon is any representative for what this man’s friends look like…

           You suppose it’s not too much of a pain to allow Jung Hoseok to stick around for a little while.

           Hoseok hums to himself, occasionally making little sound effects as he puts a bowl away or opens a cupboard. Every once in a while he’ll ask you a question, like, “Is this spot free to use?” or “Are you allergic to anything?”

           You’re nearly heading to bed when Hoseok knocks softly on your door. Your rooms are on opposite ends of the apartment, something you find yourself being extremely grateful for tonight. The knowledge that a stranger is chilling in your apartment is enough to have you feeling a little worried.

           It’s simple. Sure, Hoseok seems nice enough. Friendly even. But he’s too attractive to be normal.

           “What’s up?” You ask, opening your bedroom door to see Hoseok with his arms full of shampoo and other shower items.

           Despite the large bottle of Pantene blocking his chest, it’s easy to tell that he doesn’t have a shirt on beneath his robe.

           Indeed, the sight before you is enough to have you clutching the doorframe until your knuckles are white in an effort to not gape.

           Wearing nothing but basketball shorts and fluffy white robe, Hoseok shuffles from one foot to the other. “Oh, I was just wondering if you had any preference about where I put my things in the bathroom. You know, if the left side is specifically yours or something like that.”

           “Huh?” You shake your head, forcing yourself to only look at his eyes. That turns out to be even worse, in some weird twisted way. “Oh, yeah. Well, I tend to put most of my stuff on the left side of the vanity. But you can put your stuff wherever. I’m not worried about that.”

           Hoseok nods, taking a step back. He bids you a quiet goodnight before retreating back down the hallway.

           A few seconds pass as you remain in your doorway, thinking hard.

           No, you’re not worried about sharing a drawer in the bathroom or putting the A/C on a lower setting, as he asked you about earlier.

           You’re just worried about the fact that you’ve never found a pair of basketball shorts more attractive than just now.

           Basketball shorts paired with nothing but a robe?

           “This is gonna be great,” you mumble to yourself, closing your door and leaning against it. Only when you hear the sound of the shower going do you allow yourself to relax. “I’m gonna die.”

--

2 weeks in

           “I’m headed to the store, you need anything?”

           You pause, assessing the contents of the fridge. “Um…eggs?”

           It’s not very often the two of you are in the apartment at the same time, your schedule being polar opposites. However, it’s always relatively friendly. Still a little awkward, but always cordial.

           Hoseok – or Hobi, as he’s repeatedly invited you to call him – scans his little list. “Already on the list. Anything else?”

           “You already put eggs on the list? Like, for me?” The two of you by no means share groceries.

           Hobi shrugs. “Yeah. I figured you were nearly out since you eat them like every morning.”

           “Hey, not every morning-”

           “Every weekday morning.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Tell me I’m wrong. I’ll wait.”

           You groan. “Yah, just go. I’ll text you if I need anything.” Turning back to the fridge, you utter out, “Annoying little-”

           “What was that?”

           “Nothing!”

           You wait until you hear the door close to let out a sigh. “Huh.” You didn’t even realize that he would notice those kinds of things. It’s a strange feeling, having someone notice even the most mundane parts of your routine.

           You…like it?

           Opening up a few of the cupboards, you realize that you’re nearly out of bread. You grab your phone, pulling up Hobi’s contact and calling him. He picks up after a couple of rings.

           “Hey, did you remember something else?”

      ��    “Yeah, would you mind picking up some bread, too?”

           “Oh, good one. Um…” you can hear him moving around, and you swear you hear the click of a pen before he speaks up again. “Wheat, right?”

           Again, that strange feeling stirs in your chest. “Right.”

--

2 months in

           “I’ve never met anyone as obsessed with skincare as you.”

           Hobi chuckles darkly, beginning to apply his night mask to the other side of his face. “I doubt you’ve ever met anyone with such oily skin before, either.”

           You lean up against the doorframe, resting your head against the side of the door. Hobi continues applying the crème, looking utterly focused on the task. His forehead scrunches up in little lines as he looks up, rubbing underneath his eyes.

           If you’re being completely honest, it’s adorable.

           To put the icing on the cake, he begins humming to himself and leaning in closer to the mirror, making you chew on the inside of your cheek. It’s horrible enough that he has to be wildly endearing, but does he really have to be so cute?

           It’s exhausting.

           “It smells good,” you sigh out, eyes drifting shut. Hobi’s good looks isn’t the only thing that’s been exhausting to you lately. School is trying its best to wreck you and you hate to admit that it’s doing a great job of it.

           “You want some?”

           Eyes fluttering open at his question, you furrow your brows. Hobi is looking at you in the mirror, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He squeezes out a bit of the night mask onto his finger, turning to you.

           “You already washed your face, right?”

           “Mm.”

           “Good,” he nods more to himself than to you. “Close your eyes.”

           Giving him a distrustful look, you realize that you’re too tired to bother bickering with him at the moment. Instead, you close your eyes and hold your breath.

           A moment later the cool feeling of Hobi’s fingers dabbing the cream on the tip of your nose. He repeats the action all over your face, his other hand coming to cup your chin as his thumb absentmindedly traces your jaw.

           You suddenly feel extremely off balance, swaying on your feet. Hands shooting out to steady yourself, you instinctively cling to the front of Hobi’s sweatshirt. He chuckles lowly, making you tighten your grip.

           “Don’t fall over,” he mumbles, beginning to rub the night mask into your skin.

           You don’t say anything, settling for an annoyed huff. After a moment, Hobi takes up humming the same tune he was before. The two of you settle into a comfortable daze, your shoulders relaxing as the seconds tick by.

           “You know,” Hobi muses as he switches to your right cheek. “We’re pretty good roommates. Don’t you think?”

           “Mm. I’m still angry you put ‘Hope’ on your application, though. That was a dirty move.”

           Hobi’s laughter has you opening your eyes just to catch the expression of happiness he’s sure to be wearing. Sure enough, his head is thrown back and his heart-shaped smile in on display, the sight tugging at the corners of your lips.

           Catching your eye, Hobi smirks. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

           You purse your lips, melting a little at the concentrated pout that forms as Hobi resumes applying the night mask. He’s moved up to your forehead now, making your eyes drift shut again.

           “I vote you make me French Toast one of these weekends.”

           “Oh, and that’ll solve it?”

           “No, but it’s a start.”

           He chuckles quietly, pausing and then tapping lightly against your cheek. “All done.”

           Opening your eyes, you see the slightly confused look in Hobi’s eyes as he squints down at you. “What?”

           He blinks. “What?”

           You nod at him, “You look confused or something.”

           “Oh.”

           When he doesn’t answer after a long moment, you step back into the hallway. “Alright…I’m heading to bed. Thanks, Hobi.”

           His brows are furrowed as he turns back to the mirror, the confusion only growing. “Night.”

--

3 months in

You’ve quickly come to learn that there are pros and cons to having Hoseok as your roommate.

           One very strong pro is the fact that he’s a clean freak. You swear you haven’t had to worry about vacuuming for the past three months, he always beats you to it.

           “What are you doing?”

           He pauses mid-fold, eyes wide as he looks up at you. “…folding.”

           “My laundry?”

           He glances down at the shirt in his hands as though just realizing that these are your clothes. “I…yeah. Yeah, I am. It’s just, you left your basket out here by the couch so I figured I might as well fold it and put it away if you’re gonna leave it out here.”

           The passive aggressive tone in his voice rolls off your shoulders, knowing that he didn’t intend it that way. It’s obvious to tell that something is on his mind as he continues to you’re your shirt and place it atop a neat pile beside him.

You find yourself sitting cross-legged across from him and silently joining in on the impromptu folding party. Once you finish, Hobi clears his throat and avoids eye contact with you.

           Perhaps it has to do with the fact that he accidentally grabbed the same pair of lacy black underwear at the same time as you, which ensued in an awkward match of tug-of-war that you quickly won once he realized what he was holding.

           “So, the guys are doing a thing tonight.”

           You blink, pulling the folded laundry toward you and getting up. “…ok.”

           Hobi’s face lights up in a grin, and he jumps to his feet. “Really? You’ll come?”

           Perhaps it’s the utter joy you see in his eyes or the way he’s currently shaking your shoulders and causing the socks on the top of your pile to tumble to the ground, but you burst out laughing.

           “Hoseok!” You shout through your laughter. “You didn’t even invite me!”

           He immediately stops shaking you after that, scrambling for some form of a response. Swiping one of the pairs of socks that slipped to the ground, he kneels down on one knee and looks up at you with a giddy grin.

           “Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to visit my friends tonight?” With no shortage of sound effects, he offers up the socks as though proposing to you with a priceless diamond ring.

           “You’re an idiot.”

           Hoseok’s smile only grows. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

--

           Hobi’s light knock on your door goes unnoticed as you slumber on, completely dead to the world. After you had put your laundry away, you felt a wave of exhaustion overtake you.

           He knocks again, and this time you rouse just enough to grunt out something incoherent. He slowly opens the door, poking his head inside.

           “You still gonna come with me, sleepyhead?”

           His chipper voice makes you wince, your head pounding. “Mm, jus gimme…” you close your eyes again as the dull light filtering in through your blinds is enough to send you spinning. “…a sec.”

           It’s quiet for a moment, and you think that Hobi must have left. A second later, however, you hear him padding across your floor.

           “Are you sick?” He answers his own question as he places his hand against your forehead. “Oh, jagiya, you’re burning up.”

           The pet name has your temperature rising a bit more. “Mm fine.”

           Hobi chuckles softly, taking care to be quiet. “Have you eaten? Where’s your water bottle?” They’re all rhetorical questions apparently, because moments later he’s scooping your water bottle off the floor and tiptoeing back out of your room.

           After what feels like hours later, Hobi sidles back into your room with a full water bottle, some soup he must have microwaved, and another glass of liquid. It’s steaming, the scent making you scrunch up your nose in distaste.

           “What…” you can hardly muster up the energy to finish your sentence. Hobi perches on the edge of your bed, carefully placing everything on your nightstand.

           “It’s medicine. Drink it, and it’ll help. But first you need to sit up.”

           Easier said than done. Your body is exhausted, and your arms shake a bit as you attempt to scoot back against the headboard. Cheeks burning a brighter red, Hobi thankfully doesn’t comment on it. He just patiently readjusts your pillows and tucks your hair behind your ears with meticulous movements that have you smiling softly.

           “Ok,” he sighs out once that’s been taken care of. “Now, eat some soup…” his words trail off as he hands the bowl off to you. He watches as you bring the spoon to your lips, mumbling, “Blow, it’s hot.”

           Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you follow his instructions. Once you’ve eaten over half of the soup and feel too full to continue, he hands you the steaming cup that has you scrunching your nose up all over again.

           “C’mon,” he urges, “my mom used to give this stuff to me all the time when I was a kid. It works like a charm, promise.”

           “Mhm.”

           “What?” He crosses his arms, frowning. “You don’t believe me?”

           You shrug, mindful of the full contents of the glass. “It’s just easier said than done, that’s all.”

           “Here, I’ll take a sip to show you that’s it’s not bad!” Reaching for the cup, you burst out into a fit of laughter as Hobi stares down at the liquid with unabashed terror. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “Right…just one sip…”

           Blowing across the surface carefully, he sacrifices his tastebuds. The instant he swallows, he thrusts the cup back into your hands and dives off the bed. “Ach!” He rushes out of the room, no doubt heading for the kitchen. Indeed, a moment later you hear the faucet running and wonder if he just decided to shove his head under the running water instead of wasting time on grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

           With your water bottle on hand, you attempt to chug the medicine. It’s horrid, making you gag, but you continue until the contents are drained. You’ve just managed to drink some water to rid yourself of the lingering taste when you hear Hobi’s phone ring.

           “Hey hyung,” he’s still in the kitchen, but you can hear him clearly. “Oh, yeah…I don’t think we’re gonna make it. No, it’s not that, she said she’d come.”

           You freeze, holding the still-warm cup close to your chest. For some reason, your stomach does a little flip when you hear the way Hobi’s tone changes as he speaks about you. It’s infinitely softer, something you don’t recall hearing before.

           “She took a nap and woke up with a fever-” he pauses. “Yeah, I just gave her medicine. But she needs to rest. She’s exhausted. What? Ugh, really Jin? I’m not-” The sound of Hobi shuffling about has you leaning closer to the open door, trying to hear what he’s saying. His voice is much quieter when he speaks next, but you can still hear bits and pieces of what he’s saying. “I can’t just make a move on her while she’s sick, that’s unethical!”

           Clapping a hand over your mouth before he can hear you snort, your eyes widen. Make a move?

           On you?

           “Yah, quit it. Tell everyone I say hey, I’ve gotta go.” Again there’s a pause, quickly followed by an annoyed hiss. “See, this is why I never tell you anything.”

           He quickly says his goodbyes after that, and you scramble to appear normal despite your pounding heart. You hear Hobi’s sigh from the kitchen, and you wish you could know what he was thinking.

           “Alright,” Hobi calls, heading back into your room. The second he enters you feel as though you’re seeing him for the first time. “Let’s get it- oh, you already finished it?”

           You blink, suddenly blinded by the sight of his adoring smile. As he settles down on the edge of your bed, you manage a feeble nod.

           “Jagi,” again with the pet name, “you look exhausted. Let me take the dishes and how about you go back to sleep?”

           Despite the fact that you literally live in the same apartment, the thought of Hobi leaving you alone in your room has you stalling. “Uh, who called?”

           There’s a flicker of panic that’s quickly replaced with an easy smile. “Jin hyung, he was wondering where we were. Don’t worry, I told him we weren’t gonna be able to make it.”

           You’ve heard plenty about Jin – truthfully about all of Hobi’s friends. You were excited to meet them tonight, after hearing so many stories.

           “I’m sorry,” you frown, still clinging to your glass. “You can still go, if you want.”

           Hobi looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Why would I…? No, I’ll stay here with you. Can’t leave a sickie on their own, you know that.”

           Groaning, roll your eyes. “I feel like an idiot.”

“If you’re an idiot, I’m an idiot.”

You snort, setting your glass down before you cause an accident. “Isn’t it, ‘if you’re a bird, I’m a bird’?”

Hoseok shrugs, a smile playing on his lips. “Close enough.”

He holds your gaze for a few seconds too long, but neither one of you look away first. Instead you bunch up your blankets in your fists and offer him a crooked smile. “Thanks, Hobi.”

His eyes linger on your smile, his lips mirroring it. “Anytime.”

--

4 months in

           Nothing has changed, and yet everything has.

           Ever since you fell ill, you’ve been jumpy. Anytime Hobi accidentally brushes up against you as he reaches for something in the kitchen, whenever he knocks on your door, even when he calls you from the grocery store. It all makes you jump and sends your heart racing.

           “You’re so dramatic.”

           You look up at Yuri, your most brutally honest friend. “…ouch?”

           She shakes her head, sinking down lower in her seat across from you. You keep boxing up your leftover food to take home, wondering if Hobi would like it.

           “I mean it. You’ve been freaking out about this guy for over a month now without doing anything about it.”

           You pause, looking at Yuri with wide, pleading eyes. “What am I supposed to do? He’s my roommate!”

           “So what? Your lease is up in a few weeks, isn’t it? If it backfires, just move out.”

           You snort. “Easier said than done. I can’t just up and move whenever I like, you know.”

           “You can’t or you don’t want to?”

           “Shut up.”

           “I refuse. Now,” Yuri checks the time on her phone. “tell me what you like about him.”

           “I never said-” you sputter, but Yuri holds up a hand and cuts you off.

           “Actions speak louder than words. He’s literally your background on your home screen.”

           Ok, that sounds like a bit much. It’s true, though. A week ago Hobi finally got to take you out to meet his friends. Together you went on a midnight hike (something you’d honestly never do again) and found a breathtaking view at the top. His friends, specifically Jimin and Taehyung, had practically shoved the two of you together for an impromptu photoshoot under the night sky.

           The photos are a little blurry and dark, but you love them. Enough to add one as your background. “But you can’t actually see us in the picture, it’s just pretty-”

           “Sure it is. You two make a cute couple.”

           “W-we do?”

           Yuri jumps up, clapping her hands and startling a couple just a few tables down. “Aha! See, you do have feelings for him!”

           “Ok, ok,” you hold up your hands in surrender. “Just sit down.”

           Once she’s taken her seat again and apologized loud enough for the couple she scared to hear her, you lean in close over the table. She rubs her hands together, looking every bit the scheming friend she is.

           “Alright, let’s plot, shall we?”

--

           Hobi checks the window for the eighth time in under five minutes, brushing the curtains aside to see if your car is in the lot yet. It’s not.

           “C’mon Jung,” he rolls his neck, bouncing on his feet. “Calm down. Keep it chill. Everything’s fine.”

           Everything is not fine.

           Things haven’t been fine for months now, something he’s been able to deny to an impressive level. Last weeks, however, the lie came to an end.

           His friends loved you. Like, ranted and raved about how funny and cool you were until he was worried he needed to organize an intervention. Then, the icing on the cake.

           Yoongi had grabbed him while you were hiking back down, sandwiched between Jin and Jungkook. He nodded down at you, turning a knowing eye to Hobi.

           “So…when’s that gonna happen?”

           Hobi played dumb, frowning at Yoongi. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

           “Hoseok, c’mon.”

           You laughed at Taehyung, who jogged up ahead. He was quickly joined by Jungkook. Hobi’s pretty sure his heart stopped beating as you turned around, searching for him. Once your eyes found his, your smile widened.

           Yoongi laughed at his side. “You’re whipped, and you don’t even realize it.”

           Indeed he was. Dangerously so, if he was going off of the amount of times he’s knocked on your door to ask you out only to change his story at the very last moment to ask you something stupid instead. You never seemed to mind, just laughing at his strange questions and teasing him mercilessly.

           “Ok,” Hobi whispers to himself, still bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You’ve got this. Just rip it off like a Band-Aid. Quick and to the point.” He tilts his head to one side. “But not the painful part. No pain.”

           He’s in the middle of his pep talk when the sound of your key in the lock alerts him to your return. Hobi is standing in the middle of the living room, looking like an idiot. Naturally, he shoves his hands in his pockets. Yeah, that makes him look less like an idiot.

           The second the door opens and you step into the apartment, every thought eddies out of Hobi’s mind.

           You freeze, not expecting Hobi to be standing in the middle of the living room impersonating a lamp when you got home.

           “Hi…?” Hobi swallows at the sound of your voice, watching your every move as you slowly lift up the bag of leftovers. “I brought home leftovers if you want some…”

           “I need you to go out with me.”

           Now you’re really frozen, staring up at Hobi as his eyes widen at his own words.

           “What? What for?”

           “For me.”

           You slowly close the door behind you, setting the food down on the counter before turning to face Hobi again. “For you?”

           He nods, a panicked look in his eyes. “Yes. For me.”

           “Hobi, I don’t understand. Do you need a plus one or something for an event? Is that what it is?”

           Removing his hands from his pockets and taking a step towards you, Hobi shakes his head. “What? No, I need- I need you.”

            It’s a good thing you already set the food down. “Me?” You squeak out, looking your roommate up and down as he takes another step.

           “Us.”

           Clearly there’s been a communication error. Hobi brushes his hair back from his face, chewing on his bottom lip before coming to a stop before you.

           “Us,” he repeats, voice low. “I need us to be a thing.”

           “O-oh.” That’s all you can manage as you try to recall if Hobi has ever looked at you like this before. It’s hard to contain yourself when you realize that he has, however he’s always been quick to mask it with something else. Or, more often than not, a silly question.

           “Will- can you…” he stops, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. Without his gaze on you, you gain a bit of courage and raise a hand to cup his cheek. His eyes fly open, and he offers you a shy smile. “Do you want to go out with me? On a date?”

           Craning your neck, you hold your breath and plant a kiss on his cheek. You delight in the way he instantly flushes, garnering more courage by the second.

           “Yes.” Then you arch a brow. “I have one condition, though.”

           Hobi’s eyes are half closed as he looks down at you, appearing as though he’s slipped into some euphoric realm. “Hmm, anything.”

           “I demand French Toast.”

           Dissolving into a fit of laughter, Hobi sinks to the ground, taking you down with him. You protest, but not too much. Holding you tightly, Hobi subsides in his laughter enough to wink down at you. “French Toast it is.”

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The Heist- Part Two

Steve x Reader Chapter Summary: Steve sees you working at a club. Now Steve wants you...and he’ll have you.

Series Warnings: dark, rape/non-con, kidnapping, stripper themes, swearing, crime

Chapter Warnings: male masturbation, swearing, stripper themes, kidnapping, crime, mild violence, threats of rape/non-con, creepy crazy stevo

Steve had begrudgingly went to the strip club with Bucky and Sam because, as Sam said, ‘Modern women are somethin’ else compared to the 1940’s.’. Bucky was much more enthusiastic to see how much things had changed as a once been ladies’ man from the 40’s even if it meant having to go with Sam who bickered with him every five minutes. And while Bucky’s enthusiasm remained as they entered the club, the blaring music, flashing lights, and women in skimpy outfits had Steve remaining unimpressed.

Until he saw you.

You weren’t on the stage but rather talking to a coworker in the back of the room, a tray of drinks in one hand and a smile on your face that could light up a room. An honest, genuine smile that stood out in a room filled with nothing but empty sultry smiles given by dancers. Your coworker said something, and you threw your head back and let out a laugh that Steve could’ve sworn he had heard ringing all the way across the club over the blaring music.

You were perfect.

While you were still scantily clad in nothing but a light pink shimmery sheer top that showed your bra perfectly cupping your breasts, a pair of barely their black shorts, and black heels that had his eyes dragging up and down your legs, your demeanor and posture was more relaxed, and that’s what he loved. You weren’t sticking your tits out in front of you or pushing your ass back, but were rather slouched a little, eyes shimmering with excitement as you talked. What Steve saw of you was raw and authentic, and he loved it.

Sam’s voice interrupted Steve from his daydreaming, and Steve shot him a look of irritation causing Sam to raise his hands in defense.

“Woah there loverboy,” Sam chuckled. “I was just gonna suggest, you should ask for a dance from that girl you’re ogling over.”

“And before you go over and court her with your righteousness and whisk her away to waltz like prince charming, he means a lapdance, punk,” Bucky says while taking a sip of his drink.

“I- I was’t ogling,” Steve sputtered, but let out a sigh of defeat at Sam’s raised eyebrow. “I’m not gonna ask for a lapdance. Besides, she seems to be just waiting tables. I wouldn’t wanna interrupt-”

“You’re hopeless,” Sam teased as he brought his fingers to his mouth to let out a shrill cab whistle. You turned, and Sam caught your attention, beckoning you over with two fingers.

“Hiya fellas,” you said, and Steve frowned a little at the sultry voice you put on. “What can I help you with?”

“Just another round of drinks, sugar. Oh- and-” Sam leaned to whisper something in your ear and Steve noticed your eyes widening a little before your gaze snapped to him, a small smile on your painted lips.

“Of course,” you responded to Sam. “I’ll be back with your drinks shortly.”

As you turned to leave, Steve frowned at Sam. “What did you tell her,” he asked.

“Oh nothing much. Just mentioned that THE Captain America was looking for a little bit of fun tonight.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a groan. “Sam you dumbass.”

“Hey, he’s doing more about it than you,” Bucky interjected. “Sometimes it’s just sad watching you when you just sit and do - oh shit here she’s comes.”

“Alright, and I’ve got another round of drinks,” you said cheerfully while distributing the glasses. “And you, Mr. Rogers…” You sat on one of Steve’s thick thighs while placing your hands on the collar of his button up shirt and smoothing it down. “You’re friend told me you’re lookin’ for something… special tonight?”

Steve’s throat was dry and he was sure you could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest. “Oh well...I um-I.”

“What Mr. Womanizer would like to say is that he accepts your offer,” Sam offered, and Steve shot him what was probably the one-hundredth dirty look of the night.

“Well then.” You got off his lap and tugged on his arm. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

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Half an hour later, Steve returned a mess. The first few buttons of button up were undone, his hair was tousled, his cheeks flushed, and his heart hadn’t stopped racing.

“Good time?” Bucky inquired with a smirk.

Steve could barely form any words other than ‘where’s Sam’ to which Bucky pointed to the crowd of sweaty dancing bodies where Sam was shamelessly grinding on some woman.

“Oh God, I need a drink.” Steve fixed his hair with one hand while the other dipped into his pocket to retrieve a flask of Asgardian liquor Thor had given him.

“Was she that good?” 

“Well yes, but it wasn’t just the dance. It was her,”  Steve answered while burying his face in his hands. He felt like the scrawny kid from Brooklyn again. Completely flustered as he chased after a girl totally out of his league. “I don’t know Buck, she’s just-she’s just perfect.”

“Stevie, look around you. Every woman here is practically perfect. And they’re goddesses. That girl is just a girl.”

“No it’s just- you don’t understand. She’s just…” Steve let out an exasperated sigh and Bucky’s eyes softened.

“Wow you really like her don’t ya?” Steve just nodded in reply. “Well what if we came back again when she’s working?”

“No that wouldn’t work,” Steve said. “But...I think I have an idea.”

“And am I involved in this idea at all?”

“Maybe.” Steve laughed at his friend who groaned.

Steve then continued to explain his plan. He pointed out the coworker you had been friendly with when he first saw you, and asked Bucky to get some information out of her since he was the less recognizable out of the two. Steve needed to see you again. Not just that...he needed you. You were just so perfect for him, and Steve knew that the moment he laid eyes on you. The genuineness of your smile and laugh, just the way you were so authentic amidst your surroundings just showed you didn’t really belong in this environment or even this time period of imitation and phonies. But you belonged with him. And he’d preserve that authenticity. 

Bucky just simply nodded, and at first Steve was nervous that his best friend was going to call him crazy, but after a bit, Bucky got up and snatched Steve’s flask while flashing him a grin.

“Bout time we got you a girl, huh pal?”

Steve sighed in relief, and as Bucky trotted off, he went to find Sam.

Steve explained to Sam that he was gonna go home while Bucky worked some “wingman magic” and Sam started letting out fits of laughter at how THE Captain America was ‘down bad’. 

Finally, after Sam had finally calmed down, he wished him goodbye and headed home.

He had some things to take care of.

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As Steve guided his hand up and down his shaft, all he could think about was you.

Your tits, your ass that had ground on his crotch at the club, your red lips around he imagined on his cock. You’d probably use your skilled hands as well, not being able to fit his entire member into your mouth. 

Steve’s thoughts didn’t stop there.

He thought about how your hips moved while in the private dance room. He thought about how although you were undeniably sexy, you were also so kind to him, once in a while asking if everything was okay and if he wanted anything else from you. He thought about how you simply smiled and let out your angelic laugh as Steve fumbled and stuttered, simply putting your hands over his and telling him everything was okay and he could sit back and relax, not having to take charge after a long day of commanding people. The light pink color of your lingerie was so beautifully innocent as your body moved lewdly in contrast. And he loved it.

Steve came with a shout to the image ingrained in his mind.

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A few minutes after Steve had cleaned up and taken a much needed cold shower, he received a call from Bucky.

“You’re right,” Bucky’s voice spoke through the phone. “Two drops of that Asgardian shit and she was completely mentally clocked out. Told me everything about your girl.” 

As Bucky told Steve your name, Steve tried it out on his tongue for himself.

“Also told me a little bit of a little side job they got goin on. Your girl’s a bit of a criminal, Stevie. Sure you still want her?”

“I’m sure she has her reasons.”

“Well you’re right in that actually. According to...Bella-yeah I think that’s her name-,” Bucky recounted. “They steal from people to pay for rent and art school. And I just so happened to tell her about some skeevy old timer government worker who happened to be loaded from scamming low income taxpayers. Who also happens to live at your address.”

“Wait, you want her to rob me?!” Steve exclaimed.

“Will you just let me finish?” Bucky took Steve’s silence as an opportunity to continue. “I told Bella no one would be home while your girl does the job, but obviously you’ll be home so she can’t get away. She’s literally coming to you on a silver platter pal. Could it get any better than that?”

Steve took a moment to consider the situation before replying. “You’re right. Thanks pal. I really owe you one.”

Bucky chuckled. “Well I got one hell of a blow job so I’ll say we’re almost even. Anyway, she’ll be comin in a week, so that’ll give you plenty of time to prepare.”

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You awoke slowly to sunlight streaming through your apartment window, your bed feeling more comfortable than usual, and a warm arm wrapped around your-

What the hell?

Your body thrashed as you jolted awake and flung yourself away from the body next to you in the bed that very much wasn’t yours in the apartment that was always not yours. Steve Rogers just sat up on his elbows and gave a groggy smile at your frazzled state.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You recalled your memory, trying to see if this was some sort of drunken hookup, and it all came back to you. The heist, him coming home early.

“Didn’t mother ever tell you stealing is wrong?” were the words he had said before he had grabbed your hair in an iron grip and smashed your head on the near coffee table. Everything was black after that.

“Oh my God...you,” you began to back away from him.

“I what, sweetheart?” he mused. “Last time I checked, this is my apartment, and you were the one breaking and entering.”

You scrambled backwards off the bed, but just as you were about to reach the bedroom door, something cold and hard pulled against your ankle causing you to topple face first onto his carpet. Turning your head, you observed a metal cuff secured around your ankle with a chain leading back to the foot of the bed. 

Steve used the time you took panicking and hyperventilating to get out of bed and leisurely stretch his arms as if this was a normal occurrence. He approached you cautiously as if you were a wild animal and bent down to softly cup your face with a large hand.

“It’s okay, doll, I didn’t hurt you. Just let you sleep a bit before I caught you up to speed today.”

“Did- did you…,” you sniffled at the thought of what that man could’ve done to you while you slept.

“No. God no!” You nerves calmed a little bit as you were reassured that America’s hero was still the gentlemanly golden boy you met at the club. That was before he tilted your chin to meet his sinister gaze. “I wanted our first time to be while you were awake.”

Your heart dropped. This man was crazy.

You began to frantically yank at the chain on your ankle and your breathing became shorter.

“Hey. Hey! Stop it!” he urged before grabbing both of your hands and holding them in a steel grip. “Listen. I know this is all..new...but you need me. And I need you. When I saw you at the club, you were just so perfect. You’re not like those other women. You don’t belong there. You don’t belong in this life. I can take care of you. I will take care of you.” A tear slipped from your eye at his words but he just brushed it away with his thumb and continued. “You just don’t understand yet. When I saw you, I just knew you were meant for me. You’re perfect, doll.”

All you did was stare at him in disbelief and mutter, “You’re crazy.”

He went to soothe you again and brush a lock of hair away from your face, but you thrashed and said it louder.

“You’re crazy, you’re fucking crazy!”

“Doll, you don’t understand. I love you. And you’ll love me. I promise just give it some time and-”

“No you’re deranged. You’re FUCKING DELIRIOUS!!” you screech as your hand shot out and slapped him across the cheek.

The room went dead silent. You froze, and so did he. You had just slapped Steve Rogers across the face. You slapped the pure muscle mass six foot super soldier and called him delirious, and he looked hurt. His face was painted with a heartbroken look of regret, disbelief, and sorrow. But not from the slap. It’s like your words had hit him like a ten-ton truck, and for a second you saw doubt flicker across his eyes as if realizing that everything he imagined was in his head. And in that doubt was your hope. Your hope that this man would come to his senses and let you go.

“Steve...please, you have to realize this is wrong,” you said softly as he gave you a broken look. In that look you saw the scrawny kid from Brooklyn in the 1940s who only knew rejection, and your heart broke just a little bit. “What you’re feeling...it isn’t love.”

All of a sudden his demeanor changed. Any doubt in his eyes was wiped away in a nanosecond and replaced by a fierce look of determination. His face contorted into a snarl as he yanked you up with him by your hair and spun you around to press your front against the well.

“You dumb bitch,” he growled into your ear. “You think you don't need me when you’re a pathetic thief who whores herself out every night.”

You writhed in his hold but he just gripped your hair harder and let out a breathy laugh.

“You know...for someone like you to stoop so low as to work at that club...it makes me think. You wanna be treated like a whore?” he seethed. “Fine. I’ll treat you like a whore.”

a/n: don’t worry I don’t think working at a strip club is “low” at all. just some classic sexist bs from our good old 1940′s fav