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bakerstreet2021-08-18 01:54 pm
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Tonight I'ma let you be the captain
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No matter what your usual preferences are, today, you're feeling dominant. This doesn't mean Dominant with a capital D as in the BDSM sense - unless that's what you're into. It simply means you want to take charge. Maybe you even want to be aggressive and possessive, or you just want to show what you want and when you want it. There could very well be some emotional desires behind this fancy, as well. This could be a complete change in your normal personality, an extension of what you're naturally like, or a normal but possibly unexplored part of you. It could even mean a spike in sexual interest, libido, or confidence if you're usually not the one to initiate. So whether you're with an established partner, in an AU setting, or with a one-night stand, let your inner boss shine through and top or top from the bottom. You can control...and that just may be exactly what they want.
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Faith Lehane ⚔ BtVS
Ghassan Moradi . OC . OTA
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margaery tyrell | asoiaf/got | ota
Joker | DCU | M/F
zelena | ouat | ota
jyn erso || rogue one || ota
cassian andor || rogue one || ota
rey || star wars || ota
ben solo || star wars || ota
bodhi rook || rogue one || ota
rose tico || star wars || ota
gladiolus amicitia ( ffxv )
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( aka bring me everything you got akjgsadf ) )
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For someone like Felix, however, having such a powerful opponent was nothing short of exhilarating.
Felix also knew he was lucky to have these individual sessions with the prince's shield. Even if the only reason for that privilege was due to their tendency to find each other for a quick fuck in between duties here or there, he wasn't about to let this useful training go to waste. Gladio would always defeat him in terms of sheer strength, but Felix was quick on his feet.
Still not quick enough to make up for his lack of experience. Not yet, anyway.
"All right! Next round!" he demanded, even while pinned face down on the ground with one arm held firmly behind his back. He would fight Gladio until he was physically unable. Even if it took all evening, or night. Felix simply didn't quit, much to the frustration of... just about everyone around him. Particularly since his dedication to attaining an always out-of-reach level of perfection often led to him insulting others for slacking and made him otherwise rude and largely unapproachable.
Only a select few could weather his attitude, and most of those people knew him when he was younger. Those were the few he counted among his friends. Gladio was... an exception. He had a horribly annoying ability to take control of the situation and shut Felix up when anyone else would just walk away.
That was how Felix learned that his attraction to power extended further than someone's skill in a battle. And why he kept getting turned on when Gladio would pin him down, despite his general frustration with losing so many times.
fuck i wrote a lot MY BAD
Even if it doesn't last very long, but that's also neither here nor there.
Privilege of one-on-one training sessions aside, the very thing that keeps them coming together is always at a low simmer in the back of his mind, the thought of so much warm skin bare, of muscles trembling with restraint or want or both all at once providing the best sort of distraction — even when he can't really afford to be distracted. It never seems to get in the way of knocking Felix down on his ass, though, and you had better believe that that is something Gladio is going to remain proud of until it comes around to bite him in his own ass. Which … technically, could happen at any time, but let it never go without saying that he has a proclivity for acting on both impulse and a bit of misplaced arrogance of his own.
( Could that be one of the reasons he tolerates the other's rudeness, the other's own arrogance so well? Because they mesh on several layers they only have in common with each other? Food for thought, at least, when he can be bothered to think about anything that isn't the body in front of him — or, currently, underneath him with an arm behind his back.
Looking damned good enough to be devoured, if he says so himself.But there's also the fact that he's been dealing with a certain other rude thing since before he'd reached double digits playing in his favor, but one ( 1 ) Noctis Lucis Caelum is a whole other breed, a whole other can of worms he would prefer to keep closed. Even if it helps his ( decidedly low ) reserve of patience. )
Next round!
Gladio huffs out a low sound, something rough and briefly sticking in the back of his throat as he gives the fine bones of Felix's wrist a brief squeeze before relinquishing his hold; he takes a step back, more of a half-step, really, not caring much to put too much space between them, but just enough to allow the other take a breath if he needs to. His shoulders roll, muscles still loose despite however many rounds it's been already and tips his head to the side to watch his partner straighten himself, and if he turns to face him? He might just see the barest curve of a smug little smirk along the line of the shield's mouth.
"When're you gonna throw in the towel, huh?" It's more of a tease than anything, though his voice remains low, just short of grating. "You're gonna run yourself into the ground lettin' me knock you on your ass." Ah. There's another reason this one deals so well with rudeness —
He's got a penchant for it himself.
Bai Qian | Eternal Love | M/F
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA