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GG Steve and A, I, and/or R??
Well hello, Ro, sorry that this took so embarrassingly long 🥲
Here are some dirty thoughts from this game concerning my beloved Gentle Giant Stevie from Love on the Brain in scrambled order... you'll find the dirtiest and longest at the bottom (is this a pun? it's a bad pun). Technically, the you is his partner in every sense of the word aka Sparkles, but it can be read independently of the series.
Thots under cut.
Warnings: they are 18+, okay- also there's very little editing, it's a headcanon, not an essay.
R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)
One-night stands are no-no. Very much no no and they were even before he met you… but where scheduled sex is concerned the answer is also no. With your crazy schedules, it might make sense to try to plan so you can squeeze in some intimate together time, but with emergency missions… not so much. Things keep getting in the way (cough cough, there might be a ‘drabble’ about them getting actually frustrated at the lack of closeness and sexual encounters of theirs in general due to schedule conflicts).
So spontaneity usually wins – certainly in a way of appreciating every moment you catch together. It doesn’t always have to be sexual per se, but it often ends up that way 😏 You had two years of pent-up sexual tension, can anyone blame you??? Not to mention that adrenalin and emotions can sometimes fly high, so if there is something routine-like, it’s winding down together after a mission, be it sweet and tender, all desperate hungry kisses with clashes of teeth, grasping and grabbing and fuck me we are alive, or celebratory god damn you were hot and capable and badass today. Does that count as a routine?
One routine thing though; Steve is a man with a plan. Just because he doesn’t necessarily schedule sex, he is using his strategic mind to find windows in your calendar so you find time to be together. To take you out for a date for dinner, for a bike ride, or just lie under the stars and cuddle. Sure, these things often do result in intimacy of all kinds, but that man has a heart larger than his already impressive body and you fill a huge portion of it; it’s only fair you take up his time too.
P.S. The man is not only a planner but an overthinker often. Remember when it took you forever to sleep together for the first time? He ran his mind over thousands of scenarios, planned everything he’d say, everything he’d do, guessed how you’d react (and had some alone time over that a lot),how many times he’d get you off before he starts counting the times he will. Because he wants to treat you right and the one moment when you admitted a guy had been after getting you to bed and then instantly fled the so-called relationship since he got what he wanted is ingrained in his brain and he’ll do everything in his power to show you that he’s not him. Even if it means blue balls or might result in a supersoldier carpal tunnel issues.
Which gets us to:
A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)
I’ll start with the last one: nah. There is no way he got his hands on toys in his original time and he was doing just fine and he doesn’t need them now. How would he even get them without half the globe learning about it? No thank you. He’s got hands. Two big hands. If you ever express interest in him using toys on you, he is all game and will get off on watching you squirm and nearly lose your mind to pleasure – which he will try to replicate on his own because dammit he will not have some toy satisfy you better, at least make it a cooperation dammit – but not on himself. Not when alone.
Steve’s a sensual, visual guy. He imagines a lot, but feels rather bad jerking off to a specific person, because it feels rather… invasive and unfair. So his mind conjures images, perhaps a combination of actual memories of voices and visuals (and yes, some inspiration might have come from porn, but he doesn’t downright puts on an adult movie and gets on it, nope), perfumes and scents, images of hands smaller than his on him he can mimic by his own touch and that is what gets him going… and off. If he has the time. He doesn’t have a problem with a quick work in a shower (which often is a solution and I know I share this headcanon with someone, cough cough).
The problem starts when you join. Because A, his need of alone time increases exponentially and B, his mind just. Wouldn’t let go. He’s damn ashamed of it, because you are friends and your friendship is sweet and teasing and maybe there’s a little bit of flirting, and the act itself feels like defiling you, but well, there’s the fact that he would like to defile you. He has so many memories of you filling his senses that get him off, even if they come from workout or from movie night or from perfectly innocent hugs. He feels like a creep and it’s utterly disrespectful to you, but he can’t help it. He tries to relief his conscience by not actively starting with imagining you.
In that sense, it is a real liberation to him when you get together, because he might need a lot of alone time then too before you take your relationship to that level, but at least his conscience is clean even as his mind is filthy.
Speaking of filthy mind… drabble-ish thots ahead.
I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.) - not me having to google stuff on this
My instant reply was no. NOT STEVE. No violence in any form in the bedroom, not in intimacy. Violence is for battlefield, for missions. For training to a point, and even there he’s careful not to hurt you.
When in bed, he might hold you a little too tight, grab a little too harsh, knead and squeeze and maybe suck enough to bruise when you feel just so good and he’s losing himself in you, losing control, but no hitting or slapping or-- nope. He earned the nickname of a Gentle Giant for a reason he might be sensual to a point of filthy, but if he hurt you (even if you asked), he couldn’t look himself in the eye in the mirror.
BUT ALSO.
He’s a handsy man. He does adore drowning all his senses in you, he loves exploring his lover’s body with all he has and he simply loves to touch at all times, feel the softness and warmth and slick, every curve, the thundering of your heartbeat under your skin with his fingertips or lips. To taste you where you let him. Inhale the scent your perfume, your arousal, the heady smell of sex in the air. To listen to the little or not so little noises, swallow them and let them melt on his tongue. To watch.
And that’s when it happens.
He didn’t mean to do it. He did not, and he’s horrified for a split second, because fuck he did not just-
You were riding him. A glorious sight, pretty flushed face with slightly love-bitten lips and pupils blown with pleasure, breasts bouncing, muscles straining and little overworked from having mostly earned that previous orgasm on your own besides his lazy strokes over your clit and feeling where you were joined; you stilled for just a moment to get precious air into your lungs, breathy sounds of his name falling from your parted lips, so gorgeously fucked out and still needy for him and he could feel you so close again, his hand spread over your breast, over your hip, gripping and kneading your ass, your thigh and you were almost there, fluttering around him and he wanted one more, sweetheart, gimme one more, wanna feel you and he---
He meant to tap your thigh in encouragement when you started moving again, chasing your peak and it turned out to be more of a full-palm slap over the tempting curve of your ass and it was an accident, Steve would swear it.He froze, his thoughts faster than the reaction of your body, mind already flaring with horror and anxiety by the time your body caught up with what he had done nd had not meant to do and you-
You squeezed his cock so hard he felt it in his throat and he nearly choked, but mainly felt his groin spasm as you lost yourself to pleasure and all it took was a few rapid thrusts into your spasming burning heat and he was done for. Your juices coating his balls. His mouth slanting over yours on instinct even as the keen you released was the single lewdest soundhe had ever coaxed from you and his balls might be empty, but his chest is full of pride and his brain empty of thought but full of question marks, new fantasies and an image of you etched into his memory forever.
Your hips are still jerking minutely on instinct, your face now hidden in his shoulder, chest heaving beautifully against his, his lips kissing anywhere they can reach and holy damn. His hands grow softer, more comforting than exploring, mouth whispering sweet nothings even as they want to ask questions. You’ll tell him; he hopes you will. If there was one thing you were learning fast, it was communication; the last time you failed to communicate on a massive scale about how you felt, you ended up longing and lusting after one another for about two years. He’d rather not wait that long.
But he doesn’t press; in return, you press to him, peek at him shyly and kiss his lips sweetly, climbing off him only to settle in his lap anyway and hug him close, finger drawing non-sensical pattern on his shoulder and back until you both rise and rinse the sweat and other juices off your bodies in a shower together.
Only when in fresh sheets – the previous ones were beyond saving, at least for the night – when held close in his arms, gentle hands mapping out the familiar, and with sleep evading you despite the sleepiness and comfort of each other’s embrace, you confessed.
“I… I think I really liked it because I—I know you’d never hurt me,” you admit softly, earning a thoughtful hum at the half explanation.
“I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t expect that reaction either, but I’d never do it without asking first. You know that, right?”
“I know. That’s what I mean, GG. I trust you…” you remind him softly, even as you teeth worry over your still kiss-swollen lower lip. “But if you… liked it too, you can do it again. Sometime. I… you didn’t mean to do it, I get that, but you let yourself get lost in the moment. With me. You lost- you let go of control a bit… for me. You let go because you feel comfortable enough with me to do that. That means a lot to me. And… you feeling so good with me that you… lose it and take what you need – without hurting me besides a little fading red mark or a tiny bruise – makes me feel pretty damn powerful and proud too. Really wanted and desired… pretty golden.”
The admissions hang heavy in the air, your whole body buzzing with nerves, a little voice in your head sleazily whispering of judgement. Your Gentle Giant, looking at you with disdain, even as what you confessed weren’t all that scandalous. The things you had encountered in your BAU days made this look about as freaky as wearing a little lace. And yet… your body buzzes with nerves and a little thrill and the chances of falling asleep now are precisely zero.
The voice falls silent the second Steve turns you in his arms so you face him and you find him watching you with his smile warm, eyes blown wide and curious – and everything but tired just like you.
“I do trust you too,” he whispers, fingertips brushing your cheekbone, strand of hair from your face, eyes roaming your face until they fall a little lower, as if in shame. Even in the limited light, you can tell his face is burning too. “Where-- I’d always ask, but--- and never with force, I don’t want to hurt you, and never your face, I--- but if I ever… where?”
Your heart thunders in your ribcage. You gulp as with his every word, it leaps into your throat too, your body brimming with nervous energy. But he watches with such genuine curiosity and excitement, the plans no doubt already whirling in his head, the strategist, the planner, the lover, the pleaser… the little shit. Your GG.
Your face is aflame, your hand shakes a little as you take his and it’s both anxiety and arousal, something scalding hot pulsing in your core again, when you lead that hand to set on your bare hip.
His gaze is dead set on yours, watching your reaction; you know he picked up on your quickened breathing, as you guide his hand over the globe of your ass, over your outer thigh, skim over the front to slip on the inside, heading higher, under his hand is cupping your sex.
His gaze is smouldering. You nervously lick your lips, escaping the cage of his gaze because you cannot bear it anymore, a little whisper of shame returning to back of your head, but the moment you look away, his free hand – the other is still touching you – slides under your chin, thumb brushing over your lips. The thumb of his other hand does the same as he slips under your panties and moves to your slick sex and slightly swollen and oversensitive bundle of nerves. Erection poking your thigh. Mouth against yours, whispering.
“Good to know, sweetheart…” Rough. His voice is so rough and husky and his lips are slick and warm and filthy. “Anything for ya’. Love ya so much… got me so hard for you again… the things you do to me, I swear-”
He clearly picked up more than on you just liking just the touch alone; the filthy praise spills from his lips, empowering, and the late night finds you tangled in the sheets once more, languid deep kisses that consume you, the connection forged by a secret revealed, secret shared, whispering between you about next time, even as now is all that matters, all you feel.
Steve is an observant man; he still needs confirmation ahead, but he learns the signs. It’s not something you engage in often, but he recognizes that soft mewly quality to your sighs now, the special glint in your eyes barely even hinting you need it; and he gives. And since he has consent, he lets himself lose control with you a little bit more too.
-.-.-.
Ro, I think I read too many of your wonderful replies to this game that I adopted the manner in which you write them. Ehm. I hope that's okay with you.
Thank you for the ask 💕 It took forever, but it was fun ✨
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@hprecfest 3/3: Days 21-31
Day 21: a thought-provoking fic
When the Rose and the Fire Are One
by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 81,618. Dysfunctional relationships. Minor Harry/George. Dubious consent. Sex magic. Secondary character death.
Harry’s haunted by guilt. Snape’s warded by roses. Each must free the other in order to free himself.
This is the fic that has ingrained itself in my brain more than any other, I think. PI is so clever and this whole world is well considered and fleshed out.
This story features probably the best original character I’ve seen in fic (Odile, my love). The magic in this story is phenomenal and I’m actually obsessed with it. The magic and history of Spinner’s End, and Severus, and Eileen, has fully become canonized in my brain, I swear to god. The characterizations of Harry and Severus are top tier. The sex is scorching. The emotions are a rollercoaster both exhilarating and terrifying. And the end!!!! Oh god, this is the fic that I think about for days after I read it, wondering what comes after.
While another of PI’s fics has captured my heart more, this is a close second and captured my mind more. It’s truly a masterwork and I cannot recommend this fic enough to people.
Niemöller, or Four Times When Harry Didn’t Speak Up and then When He Finally Did
by Leela. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,904.
They came, and they came, and one day Harry noticed.
When I posted the original version of Masquerade (new version on AO3 | old version on FFN) years ago, someone commented that it reminded them of Niemöller. So of course, I had to look it up and read it, and I fell in love! It really makes you consider an alternate way the world could have gone in the wake of Voldemort’s demise, and veering too hard in the opposite direction of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. It’s all the more real as time goes on and we see how prone our society is to extremes, and how our natural inclinations may be to “over-correct.”
In the notes Leela linked to this poetic version of a confessional prose from Martin Niemöler, from who this fic gets its name:
First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
Day 22: an unfinished fic
The Release of Sisyphus
by starcrossed. Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: idk. LJ link.
The epilogue to Nights of Gethsemane and Invictus.
I've been waiting for TEN YEARS. TEN YEARS!!!! And I'll keep waiting cuz I've still not given up hope 🥲
This is the follow-up to NoG and Invictus that takes place years after the fact. Post-war, adult Harry, reconnecting with Severus. The last posted chapter is the worst place to leave off on, only because it was so close smut!!!! You just KNOW that's where chapter 16 would have gone if it had updated.
It hurts my soul a bit because I love this series so much, and so my soul will always be waiting for closure with this story. You know, until the author comes back in a year or two or ten with updates!! (Rec for NoG here.)
Day 23: a soulmate fic
Corresponding Shapes
by bleedcolor (@bleedcolor). Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 5,516. Soulmate identifying marks.
For a very long time he hadn’t known what the names meant. He’d woken up the morning of his 7th birthday and there they were; red as blood, one more thing to brand him as a freak in the eyes of his aunt and uncle.
I love the idea of this one, Harry marked by two fates. I’m forever a sucker for soulmate-identifying marks, but the idea of this one is too neat, and Harry not knowing which name is which right away! It’s so sweet and lovely
Day 24: a holiday fic
The Christmas Hate List
by lizzy0305 (@lizzy0305). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 11,465. Humor. Romance. Fluff.
Most people have a wishlist for Christmas, but Severus Snape is not most people - he has a hate list. There are five things Severus hates about the season, but with Harry Potter’s help, he gets reminded of the one thing he still loves about the Holidays.
GOD, Severus is such a HATER and I LOVE IT. But also, Mr. Grinch over here falls in love and we get a good laugh out of it. What a good time this is!
Gratia Plena
by Femme (@femmequixotic). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 18,972.
Memories of a drunken kiss lead two lonely souls together at Christmas.
One of the more serious and angsty Christmas fics I love, but love it I do! I can’t help but love Femme’s work. This is right up my alley in general, even outside of the holiday season, as it features 2 difficult men with a hell of a lot of chemistry (and history). This suits just right when you’re in the mood for something less merry and bright.
The Nutcracker’s Delight
by perverse_idyll, rinsbane (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 17,119.
Severus Snape meets the Nutcracker.
A fun holiday crackfic! It’s such a good time, full of whimsy and festivity, and written by 2 creators I’ve long admired. It’s such a good time and will for sure get you in the holiday spirit!
Day 25: a fic rated T
a scratch for every itch
by bleedcolor (@bleedcolor). Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 11,478. Magical maladies. Pining. Humor. Idiots to lovers. Fluff.
Severus Snape is an itch that Harry just can’t scratch.
This one can also work for the “comfort fic” prompt. It’s a lighthearted, feel-good Snarry with a lot to love! The magical malady here is so whimsical and cute and so fitting for the HP-verse.
The Sleeping Prince
by who_la_hoop. Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 42,758. Postwar. Hogwarts 8th year. Deaging.
It’s hard to ignore your past — and impossible to do so when you can’t remember your future. But a meddlesome portrait, a dragon with an ancient grudge and true love’s kiss teach an unlikely Prince that a regrettable past doesn’t have to mean an unhappy ending.
This is one of my favorite fics. I don’t generally care for de-aging fics, but this one is exactly what I would hope for. Lots of cute, awkward teenage romance. I love seeing how distrustful and angsty teenage Severus is. And how sweet and dorky Harry is!
Day 26: a fic with an ending you can't stop thinking about
Penance is the Play
by Maeglin_Yedi (@maeglinyedi). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 66,439. Underage. Student/teacher. Dysfunctional relationship. Manipulation. Coercion. Humor & angst.
Harry wants revenge. Harry has a plan. But is Harry Slytherin enough to avoid his own trap?
Yet another fic I read way too many times back in the day. And still do. But it’s so good!!!! And that ending still haunts me to this day, I swear to god.
And Mine the Gall
by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Rated: E. Words: 5,505. Sequel to In Infinite Remorse of Soul (Albus/Severus, Harry/Severus).
It’s one thing to deny oneself; it’s another to be denied. In which Albus learns (again) that sins of omission have consequences, even unto the next generation; and that what he denied to Severus shall be visited upon Harry.
These 2 fics are dark and delicious and AMAZING AND PERFECT AND I’m obsessed and will think about them forever. It also features a line that has lived rent free in my head fOR YEARS.
“Severus,” he sobs, an explosion of defeat, because the love that will poison his life has a name.
Day 27: a Muggle AU
Marks
by florahart. Harry/Severus. Rated: G. Words: 5,136. College/university. Student/professor. Podfic available.
Harry's a computer science student, but he needs a writing credit to qualify for an internship. All the writing classes are full, so he ends up in Snape's lit class as a substitute. Snape has a reputation as a hardass, but it can be said that no one passes his class without learning to write, so that meets the requirement, and then, once Harry starts working on that, it turns out they have something else in common.
I nearly recced this fic a handful of times already, for podfic day (JocundaSykes did a terrific narration of this!), comfort fic, and a fic rated G. So when it came time to choose a Muggle AU, I finally had to choose this one! There is still the essence of what I love about Snarry here: a bit of student/teacher (though as unproblematic as can be), with Snape as the mean teacher with a bad reputation, and Harry as the student who is smart and competent in some areas, but not Severus' area. It's a feel good fic that I often return to when I need something light and easy.
Day 28: an underrated fic
A Series of Events
by babygray (@babygray). Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 67,251. Mpreg. Miscarriage. Underage. Student/teacher. Angst.
In January, the impossible occurred. It took Severus until April to realize just what that was, and to believe.
Not gonna lie, I don’t know how to gauge what’s “underrated” or “overrated” or “appropriately rated” but I do know that this is a fic I love too much to have no one to talk to about it. It’s like…idk how to explain this fic. It’s niche. It’s unique. It itches.
Okay “it itches” might sound weird, but like…this fic crawled under my skin and randomly reminds me of its presence. It’s not a happy fic, there are no easy answers, it’s all gray and complicated and sad and so real in a way that I’m obsessed with.
Molly’s Advice
by Arrisha (@arrisha-ao3). Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 7,189. Postwar. Angst. Infidelity.
Snape used to have a secret; Harry only now begins to realise his own.
Okay, Arrisha’s work is all amazing, but this one is my favorite and no one talks about it???? Or at least, I’ve not seen anyone talk about it, WHICH IS A SHAME, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED, THIS FIC IS WONDERFUL, PLEASE READ IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.
Day 29: a post-canon fic
The Beating of This Fragile Heart
by Writcraft (@writcraft). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 33,146. Fluff & angst. Hurt/comfort.
After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life. It’s only when Harry’s life is endangered that Severus is finally forced to confront his feelings head on.
This is one of my favorite fics and it does my heart so good! It’s such a lovely love story featuring a Harry who knows what he wants, and a Severus too scared and insecure for his (or Harry’s) own good. Their love here brings me so much joy.
Day 30: a pre-canon fic
Buried Roots
by yletylyf (@yletylyf). Severus-centric. Evan/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 19,036. First Wizarding War. Violence. Romance. Tragedy.
Severus Snape and Evan Rosier nurture their shared love of the Dark Arts, and find themselves drawn into Voldemort’s world. Severus is sure he can navigate anything in life, with Evan by his side.
I so thoroughly enjoyed this fic, as a well considered look at how Severus might have come to the Death Eaters. It does my heart good how impressed others were by Severus and his gifts, and how those gifts drew the Dark Lord’s eye. It was good to see his friendship/relationship with Evan Rosier, as well as the other connections Severus makes. There is no real goal to “excuse/forgive” Severus’ choices, but also makes his journey understandable and very real. I really appreciate Lety’s grasp of various characters and showing them in the best and worst ways, which is exactly what I love to see!
Day 31: a fav amongst favs
The White Road
by perverse_idyll (@perverse-idyll). Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 47,887. Lily POV. Romance. Redemption. Afterlife.
One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.
I’m pretty sure this is the fic I’ve read more than any other, except maybe some of my shorter faves. Maybe. I first read this fic around the time it was first posted, and I’ve reread it at least once a year ever since. It’s TRULY one of the best stories I’ve ever read. Seeing Snarry’s romance unfold from Lily’s POV is incredible, and PI is so masterful in making us feel their great love when we’re not in either of their heads.
Not to mention Lily’s character here is incredible. She’s spunky and vivacious, but has moments of meanness and vanity. She’s no saintly vision of Lily, but a very human Lily, for all that she’s dead. This is the story that really made me love and appreciate what Lily could be, as more than just Harry’s perfect martyred mother.
Also this is the fic that gave me a voyeurism kink.
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Hiiii ryen, I feel like it’s been forever since I was last one here😭😭😭
I’m so excited for the new 3tan10🥲🥲
Ngl im happy the semester ended (finally done w freshman year) so now I can actually be active on tumblr and catch up on my favs😭😭 I’m still trying to find time to read the window Drabble? And just read 3tan all over again, it’s really one of my fav yoongi fics ever omg
Omg and the yoongi concert was so🥲🥲🥲 I went to the first date and I think I saw that you went to? Omg I wish I knew, I would’ve said hi, but I’m still in PCD over it😭😭😭 I really love yoongi sm
But just popping in to say hi and I miss the 3tan family👍
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CHERRY!! it really has been forever but you’ve been doing great things! how was beyoncé? did you see her yet??🫣
Lmfaooo have fun with the window if you get around to it before drop! That one is a RIDE. And I’m glad you get some time to rest🥺 you’re way too kind for saying all these nice things idk how to respond, babe😫
I totally would’ve said hi!! Meeting people was so fcking fun and everyone was an absolute joy to talk to😭 the concerts are still ingrained in my brain and i can’t believe Real Life is happening again.
miss you, too! but 3tan will be back very soon, so get hyyyyype🥳🥳
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I can't get past that letita is anti vax, so how can I really enjoy wakanda forever????... I wish marvel had changed shuri actress so much!!!! 😞
oh fck seriously?? damn that sucks big time 🥲
im pretty sure she's fully vaxxed bcs they were filming in countries that required full vaccination (ik the US isn't crazyass strick like JP but peeps need to provide authentic proofs of full vax) so that's some hypocritical shit she's doing
i don't think Marvel's replacing Shuri anytime soon tho... she's too ingrained in the franchise, even before she become the Black Panther (at least that's what i believe anyway)
and, uh, since ure looking forward to watching the movie (?) mb u could practice the 'separate arts from the artist' thing just this once? ik it's a wholeass debate and i apply this extremely liberally to my enjoyment but yea sometimes just turn of ur brain for a couple of hours and vibe ya know?
but it's completely understandable if u can't bring urself to watch the film bcs of it! anti vaxxer are weird as FCK
GET UR UR COVID VACCINE PEOPLE ESP THE ONE WITH PROTECTION FROM THE OMICRON VARIANT. IM VAXXED 4X AND I CAN ASSURE U THAT IM STILL ALIVE AND WELL
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A little something that’s been kept up in my drafts for wayy too long now! I this post on @hex-touchstarved and I was like, this!! I’m running with this one and then promptly lost all motivation to continue it nnsdjkfjkf
Character: Leon S Kennedy (Resident Evil, Dead by Daylight)
Ship: Leon S Kennedy x Reader
Genre: Suggestive themes, but not too spicy!! 18+, minors DNI
Warnings: Not too much about from the suggestive themes, a bit of humiliation? It goes both ways tho 😳
Something was wrong. Most of the time, this would hardly come as a surprise; you were stuck in an endless torture realm. But today your fear wasn't placed in the next killer you were facing off in trials.
It was the way you woke up from your....less than pure dream with a certain raccoon city police rookie, only to a hear rustling that was far too noisy for the occasional crow. The type of rustling that you hear right before a fellow survivor crawls over to help you finish a gen. To help you heal from your dying state in a precarious position... Someone was there? You let out a groan as you tried to push the thought to the back of your mind-surely you weren't too loud, were you? God, imagine if you'd called his name out loud.... Best to clean up and find the survivor yourself before your thoughts continued to make that blush on your face deepen.
You peeled out from the makeshift camp area over to the dim light of the fire. You were betting that if anyone heard you, which you were definitely sure by now that someone did, their reaction would say a lot if you locked eyes with them in particular. Jesus, you really couldn’t catch a break here, could you?
As your eyes scanned to faces around the campfire, you recognised a couple of missing faces-Ace, David, Nea and Yui were missing from the group- the next trial must have happened right after the last.
Jake also wasn't present-God, does that mean it was Jake who overheard your little dream? No, that wouldn’t make sense. Jake is silent as a mouse crawling around the forest. If he did overhear you, you'd probably never hear anything from it again from him-but the thought of his disappointed glances made you slink back into yourself a bit.
"Oh, there you are! We were just sharing tips by the fire while you were gone," Kate's voice called you from your investigation.
You took a seat in between Kate and Claudette. Claudette offered you a kind smile, and nodded to the conversation at the fire.
"That new pair Leon and Jill just got back from their trial a while back," Your back stiffened at the mention of Leon's name. Again, your eyes glazed over the survivors frantically- a few gave you a nod, most were busy sharing tips to notice you, and Leon, the man who had all but occupied your dreams last night-
Leon was smirking at you.
You inwardly cursed at your luck. They said Leon had just returned, maybe....No, they returned a while ago. The only reason you'd left the campsite to go to your tent and take care of some...stress management was because you knew the man that had been the cause of your sexual frustration was in trial. You must have fell asleep some time after, and then.... Good God, it really was Leon who caught you, wasn’t it? And if his smug ass face was anything to go by, he didn’t mind it one bit.
"Everything alright there? Leon went to check and see if you had gone far, but you were just asleep," Claudette's soft voice pulled you from your frantic thoughts, and you managed to compose yourself and turn to give the healer a smile.
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm still waking up from that good dream, I guess," You turned to look to Leon directly as you said it, raising an eyebrow when his cheeks reddened and he averted your intense gaze. Claudette, sensing the tension between you and the rookie, offered you a nervous chuckle. You turned back to her and continued to speak to clear the awkward tension that had settled between the three of you.
"I suppose it was about time I woke up, though. How did the last trial go?" Relieved, Claudette gave a soft sigh. Having caught on to Claudettes discomfort, Kate began to fill you in on the last trial.
Maybe you should be more embarrassed about this, but...if only Leon didn't react the way he did, maybe your reactions would've been different. So the rookie wants to dish it but can't take it? Such a blushing schoolboy. It made you want to see how much of your teasing he’d stand. He’d have a good idea of it depending on how long he was listening into your frisky little dream.
Well. Maybe making him keep his mouth shut wouldn't be so much of a hassle for you after all. A familiar voiced perked up from Leon's side of the campfire.
"Actually, maybe now that your here you can teach Leon that handy perk of yours," Jill was, in fact, walking up to your little group at this moment, said rookie in tow. He looked a bit like a puppy being told off behind her, now that you think about it.
You nodded to them both. If Jill was giving you an opportunity to talk out your mortifying experience out with Leon, you were ready. Hell, maybe you didn't even have to be worried about it. He was biting his lip now, but straightened himself with a cool expression as you caught his gaze again. Good. You’d managed to brush your embarrassment off well enough to face him, you think. You weren't harming anyone with a simple dream- it was his fault for deciding to be a peeping tom.
"Sure thing!" Jill smiled, and brought you closer to pat your back. As she did, she whispered just loud enough for you to hear.
"He's been bugging me about you since we got here, you know," You blinked as you pulled back, and Jill took your seat. Oh? This was news. You held back a satisfied smirk, and cleared your throat. You turned to meet Leon's wry smile.
"Lets get going, yeah? I'll need some space to demonstrate this one," He nods his face still slightly flushed, and gestures for you to take the lead.
You can still feel Jill's smug grin burning into your back even as the two of you moved away from the chatter of the campfire.
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"You're a quick learner, Leon," he gives a sheepish smile, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.
"What can I say? I have a damn fine teacher," You chuckle, at as your laughter slowly dies down there is an inexplicable weight in the forest. Leon clears his throat, and when you look back at him he's wearing that same smirk he wore at the campfire. He takes a step closer to you, and you feel your spine straighten. You have to stop yourself from taking a step back.
"You know, it's inappropriate to be having those kinds of dreams about your students. Calling their name out like that...you might have to give me some extra classes if that’s how your planning these lessons out," You let out an audible breath to silence the curses your dying to let out. God, you even called out his name?! Suddenly the patterns embedded into your shoes look a whole lot more interesting.
A part of you kind of still hoped it wasn't him who caught you uttering his name in the heat of your dream, that it was just some noisy bird rustling around near your tent. You couldn't help but blush- he'd at least had the dignity to call you out alone. He’d taken this moment of boldness to walk up closer to your figure- when you looked back up, he was right in front of you. His eyes held a light mirth, and that shit eating grin was plastered so pretty on his face- you kind of wanted to kiss him right then and there, embarrassment aside- surely that would shut him up-
"I can keep a secret, y'know. For a price,"
Ooh, he's been such a tease, acting all cocky and daring to make you feel uncomfortable for having a wet dream about him. Who did he think you were, some horny flustered teenager?
No. You were owning up to it, here and now. Playing on this whole fawn act was getting boring quick. With a raised eyebrow and sly grin, you closed the distance between the two of you. You let out a triumphant hum as you heard his breath hitch. Gently, you guided his chin closer to your lips and kissed him. He let out a yelp, but kissed you back so eagerly it was like he was the one who'd been fantasizing about this in his dreams.
You parted with him and he frowned at the innocent smile you gave him in return. You snaked your hands up to his hair, giving it a soft tug as Leon relented with a groan. Gently craning his neck to the side, you kissed his skin gently at his neck.
"This wasn't quite what I had in-oh!" You bit down, gently sucking on his neck. The complaint must’ve died on Leon's tongue, because all that was left was the cute, soft whimpers you’d heard in your dreams. Much better. A hickey ought to shut him up for now. After kissing the now reddened mark on his neck, you pulled back with a grin.
"Its what I had in mind. In fact-why don't we skip to those-extra classes-and I show you exactly what we did in my dream? Since I know-you're more than just a voyeur," You suggested in between kisses.
"Uh-yeah!- I-I mean, yeah, sure..." He managed to stammer out in between your kisses to his chin, neck, collarbones. So cute.
If the flustered blush and soft whines were anything to go by, you'd say you did a pretty good job of shutting him up.
#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#is this fluff? im calling it suggestive uehehe#dom this man!!! im still salty over the original re:2 leon kahsjsbshs#wOmEn#forever ingrained into my brain 🥲#i accept the remake as canon leon and hes a bottom bc i say so 😤#but he would ACT like he knows what hes doing#he doesn't#re:2#re2#re2 leon#re2 leon x reader#also jill coming in clutch as a wingwoman#dbd leon#dbd#dead by daylight x reader#dbd leon x reader
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