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cowboy-lover69 · 6 months

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Atticus Finch NSFW ABCs

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I know it's been a while, got busy. ANYWAY, hope you enjoy it.

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He would be very sweet, if you needed anything after sex, he would gladly get it for you. Usually, you and he have sex at night since Scout and Jem are awake during the day, so after sex you two almost always go straight to sleep.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partner's)

As much as he would love to say he loves every inch of you he has a preference, and it is the chest. Whether it's a man or a woman he loves the chest, he loves burying his face in it and he loves touching it and rubbing it, etc…

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Atticus likes to keep things very clean; he prefers cumming inside you since it keeps things a little cleaner than pulling out. If he can’t cum inside you he uses a condom and makes sure to dispose of it as soon as you two are finished.

D: Dirty Secret

He had dirty thoughts a lot of the time he is around you. He hates the idea of telling you so he never does, he thinks you would think he's creepy, so he just keeps it to himself. I feel like he would tell you a little bit of his thoughts if you guys are further along in a relationship.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing he definitely does, but he was definitely a bit rusty the first time since it had been such a long time since he had slept with someone. He was not bad that first time by any means, just lacks finesse.

F: Favorite Position

Cowgirl definitely, is older and doesn’t have the amount of stamina he used to. He likes to see you riding him and a benefit is that he doesn’t have to do as much of the work. He doesn’t mind doing the work but if he had to choose one sex position to have sex in for the rest of his life it would be cowgirl.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Atticus takes sex very seriously. He doesn’t take it lightly and he would wait a while into the relationship to take that step, and maybe the first few times he wouldn’t appreciate the humor, but I feel like the longer you guys are together the more casual the sex gets so he lets lose a bit.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I feel before he started seeing you, he would not shave down there, mostly because he never really met anyone that he got serious enough with to have sex with. I think as soon as the possibility of having sex started to become really plausible, he started shaving.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very romantic, he views sex as something very special so he’s very romantic about it. He’s very sweet and very gentle. He wants to be very gentlemanly about things which makes him come off as kind of and shy at least the first few times.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't like jacking off. it makes him feel gross even more so when he thinks of you while doing it. He doesn't do it super often because of that, but if he gets rather in the mood and knows he not going to have sex for a while he occasionally indulges.

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It pains me to say Atticus is painfully vanilla, if you want to try something he's not opposed but he's never the one to initiate. He's not vanilla out of a fear of trying new things, he just likes to keep things simple. he's older so part of him may think his body isn't fit to try some more intense things.

L: Location (Favorite places to do they do)

Bed definitely, he is not a fan of public sex or having sex around the house. He has kids and he doesn't want them walking in, so at least the bedroom adds some amount of privacy. The bed is a great place for him because it's almost comfortable. the only thing he would not like about the bed is the stains.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He is turned on by you just being you a lot of the time, but some more specific thing is when you are fresh out of the shower or when you wear his clothes specifically his suit jackets.

N: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

If he got a little too rough during sex, he would never forgive himself. I feel like if you even said ow hurt sec or showed discomfort he would stop and ask if you were okay or stop altogether. He doesn't enjoy himself if you aren't having a good time.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving head, and he's good at it too. He's great with his tongue and he enjoys seeing you have a good time. Sometimes he will jack himself off while eating you out, but he will ask first.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, he likes to make every time you guys have sex like an event. He wants to make you feel loved. He makes sure it lasts all night; he doesn't like to rush. Sometimes he would like to do something a little faster but his stamina is just not there so he makes sure it's slower, so it lasts longer.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like quickies, not at all. At the end of a quickie, he just feels empty not fulfilled. He avoids doing it but it doesn’t mean he NEVER will. If you ask him, he usually will cave and do it.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will take risks if you ask nicely, but he will never go out of his way to try anything new, He only will for you. There are some things he put his foot down he will never do. Threesomes and public sex, he doesn't like the idea of sharing you with a third and he doesn’t like the idea of being caught and shamed for being with a woman in public especially with his job.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

2 rounds at most, he doesn’t really have that much stamina before he has to call it quits. He doesn't have the stamina like he used to. He can last a long time after getting used to sex again but he can’t do more than 2 rounds.

T: Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sex toys at the time didn’t really exist the way they do now so it would be a bit different. Since at the time, sex toys were not advertised for sex but face messages and beauty tools there is a chance he might own one. Whether he would think to use it for sex probably not, but you might. If you brought it up to him he would be open to it.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates teasing you, it makes him feel guilty. He doesn’t like to see you beg for things it is kinda a turn-off for him even if he knows you're enjoying it. He just likes giving you what you want he doesn't want to force you to work for it.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not very loud. He is definitely naturally quiet but partly he doesn't want to wake Jem or Scout. At most, he makes a muffled moan if he has his head in something, but it's mostly grunts and panting.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He's very gentlemanly during sex. He makes sure your pleasure comes before his. He is very understated about what he wants in bed or his thoughts, he doesn't want to come off as creepy.

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Uncut, clean-shaven, flaccid 6”3 inch, erect 7 inch

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He doesn't have a high sex drive at all. The default for him would be sex once every 2 weeks of course he doesn't mind more, he just doesn't need more. If you want to have sex whether he’s in the mood or not he will say yes most of the time.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After sex, it’s common for you two to talk for a bit. After all that he falls asleep in a timely manner usually, you are in his arms almost always after sex he can’t really sleep if you aren't.

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harper-hook · 1 year

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Newt | NSFW Alphabet

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

He’s rather playful and loving while cleaning both himself and you. He would be cleaning his cum off of you and planting kisses in the wake. He will pull you to cuddle face to face and whisper sweet nothings.

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

He appreciates his partner’s neck and collarbone. He loves leaving kisses and hickeys up and down both sides.

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

He would avoid cumming directly on his partner at first. He found it unnecessarily dirty but he would eventually realize how pleased he felt to see his partner marked by him.

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

He is the king of fingering, can not convince me otherwise. He gets pleasure from it too, loving to see his partner fall apart on his fingers.

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

Like most of the Maze Runner guys, he’s not very experienced but has a good general idea by listening to his partners and thinking about what makes him feel good and then applying it to you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary or cowgirl style. Again, he likes seeing his partners overcome with pleasure.

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

I feel like he could go either way. He would adapt himself to whatever he thinks you need like if you’ve had a rough day, he will try to make you laugh while trying to make you good.

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

Compared to the other boys in the Glade, he is one of the cleaner ones. He would keep his pubic hair trimmed and neat before any encounters.

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

He is a lowkey a cliché. He is leaving trails of kisses and whispering words of encouragement and affirmation before biting into sensitive flesh and letting out moans and words of dirty praise.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is prone to post nut shame. He feels creepy thinking about his partner but he can’t help it. He would moan their name as he finishes into his fist.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise! He loves being told how good he’s doing and how good he is making you feel.

Dirty Talk! He is the master of walking up to his partner all sweet and then whispering the filthiest things in their ear in public.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His go-to place is his bedroom, mostly because it’s always available during the day and it’s comfortable. The next place is in the gardens at night. The homestead gets crowded at night with other Keepers and he doesn’t appreciate the teasing from the other boys when things get too loud.

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

He lowkey likes being taken care of. Like he is the Glade Mother but if his partner is just watching out for him and making sure he eats and rests, he wants to make it up to them iykyk.

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

Anything publicly humiliating or something that either of you have made it clear you don’t like.

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

He loves giving and watching his partner fall apart under his hands. He also likes being taken care of by his partner so 69 is a definite favorite of his. Or mutual fingering and handjobs.

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

He starts slow and sensual but will get quicker and rougher the needier he gets. You can tell when he’s close because he loses rhythm and just bucks uncontrollably.

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

He’s second in command and works in the garden, not to mention his partner’s job. There’s not a lot of time to spare so yeah, quickies while the other gladers are at lunch are a regular thing.

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

He would be down to experiment and take risks as long as he and his partner talk everything out and establish strong trust, he’s easier to convince that most of the other guys. I feel like Newt is a lowkey secret freak and would come to you with his own risks and ideas.

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

He would go for a couple rounds that usually last for 30 minutes of so but the foreplay would last for over an hour until his partner is begging to be fucked.

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

He could go either way. If his partner has toys and wants to use them, he’s all for it but if they don’t, he doesn’t mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge tease like in public too because he knows it doesn’t fit his reputation. He would hug his partner from behind and grind against them or would fuck his partner until they can’t walk and then tease them about it.

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

He’s making sounds but they’re just quiet and breathy, very intimate sounding. Again he’s giving praise and gentle orders/words.

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

If you wear his clothes in public, he will malfunction, no question. He’s not getting anything done, or if it does get done

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

He’s got a perfect dick. Not too thick, not too long. The tip is very pink.

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

He almost prefers the chase and teasing leading up to sex. This chase can last for several days before ending in sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a while for him to fall asleep because he likes to talk to his partner, just soft meaningless conversations that neither of you will remember in the morning.

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battydora · 1 year

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I'd love to see your overhaul's nsfw alphabets as well 🥺❤

note: oh sure thing, sun! i only wrote overhaul once and i want to write for him more to get fond of him yup yup. here you go, i hope you like it!

content: nsfw alphabet, afab!reader, gender neutral, established sex partners? or established relationship, whatever you prefer honestly.

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

Selfish at first, specially if he ends up all sweaty afterwards. After you decide being done for the night, he quickly climbs out of bed to take a shower. Sometimes he'll let you join him so he can also clean you up. If he considers he was rough to you that night, he'll massage the ached areas. He's not very sweet nor vocal.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His: Probably his hands. Even though he uses gloves 100% of the time, he enjoys being able to hold you in place, grip your hair or push you down to bed. He expresses his control over being able to manipulate your body.

Yours: Lips. For someone who dislikes being touched, specially all over, during moments of intimacy and growing horniness, he adores your lips kissing, licking and bitting wherever he commands to.

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

Unpopular opinion: The idea of having an orgasm is far from being as entretaining as playing around in bed. It's not his main objetive during sex and thinks body fluids are disgusting, but naturally he can't always resist it. He's tolerant, but tries to clean it as soon as he recovers his breath.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You once tried using toys on him, specifically a dildo, and he enjoyed it more than he cared to admit. He will never actually confess this to you, but that time you got him to display his ass for you to play with his anal hole and prostate, oh lawd have mercy. He lied and denied moaning your name once as if his life depended on it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

A virgin before you, honestly. Clumsy and unsure at first, but after you show him the ropes and realize what he likes, he'll catch up and be more confident and demanding. Basically the experience he gained was because of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Cowgirl/Cowboy. He gets to command you as you ride him, doing little to no job, he enjoys the view. But rarely any position disgustes him.

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

Hell naw, Kai is the most serious when it comes to sex. It took you and him a lot of time to get him to be intimate to just be goofing around.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He depilates full body, no doubt, specially his pubic hair. He feels cleaner and purer that way. You can always count Chisaki is always clean and his body hair is always depilated.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He needs a settling of his preference to have sex, it needs to be planned and set on a specific date, he doesn't like surprises. But once there, he's very focused on his goal at the moment and makes sure everything goes as he wants (this seriousness got you turned off sometime) but at the end these ideas of his have the only purpose of enjoying the act with you as much as he can despite disliking certain things, exposing that Kai cares for the moment and wants it to be as fullfilling as he can make it (for both of you) though he is not expressive about it, this is a secret he keeps locked in the depths of his heart.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Unexpected erections have bothered him. He does not masturbate regulary because of his thoughts on body fluids. But when he really needs an release, he prefers taking his time in his bedroom. He also does it taking a bath, he feels relaxed and unbothered knowing he'll be clean after that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BDSM (dom. role)

BDSM (sub. role but won't admit it)

Humilliation (giving)

Humilliation (receiving but also won't admit it. he enjoys struggling to have someone not taking him seriously nor respecting him, he gets desperate and he loves it)

Begging (receiving)

Not a kink, but loves staring, he makes you do interesting positions to see you and your gorgeous figure from many angles as existing.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

No other place than his bedroom, it's the only place he'll find the eventual peace and privacy he needs to focus. Nevertheless, the bathroom at the bath can be an option too.

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

Erotic dreams

Unexpected flashbacks of you during sexy time

Using his alias "Overhaul" during sex. Gets him in a power position he enjoys very much.

Power dynamics ↑

Rubbing genitals

Grinding against him

Cute sets of lingerie/revealing clothes, dark colours only (like black or dark purple)

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

Nothing outside the bedroom, public sex is a 100% no-no. Also getting out of his comfort zone too quickly is something he does not enjoy very much, he rathers taking his time for certain practices.

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

Not really a giver, but man, get on your knees to suck him dry and he'll be thinking about it for weeks. It drives him crazy when you swallow his seed and leave him all clean, it's like a dream to him <3

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends! Kai's most common pace (during penetration) is slow and deep. He enjoys hearing you say how he fills you up and your needy pleas everytime you ask him to please increase his speed, which he happily complies, switching from slow to intense.

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

It is not his preference, Kai prefers taking his time to do the thing, he would not do a quickie no matter how desperate he feels, the much he'll do is to tease you so you tease him back, feeding his imagination for when he has time to have sex with you properly.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

I said public sex it's not his thing, but making you scream of pleasure so everyone knows he's the one you're crying and begging for? Absolutely. Kai is not worried of someone interrumpting (because no one would interrumpt him during intimacy, like, have you lost your mind) so he takes the chance and he strives to let everyone know he is -also- brilliant in this.

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

Kai has the stamina for as many rounds as you can imagine, but he cuts it off after the first round, maybe he'll go for two rounds maximum if he's really horny.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If he can make you moan his name without touching you, he will use any toy of your preference. He bought a set of toys to try them out on you. But you had the chance to see his cheeks turn red when you proposed using the toys on him. "Nonsense" once said he after a dildo proposal, but the "D" in "Dirty secret" has its origins here, where after many attempts, he let you play with his ass (best feeling ever but his fragile masculinity will keep this secret hidden for a long long time).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Flirting/getting in the mood: He teases subtly, if he is the one to take iniciative, he'll be whispering lewd things into your ear as he grinds against you. Not much temptations here, it's just to settle the mood.

Foreplay: He teases more during this part. He subtly caresses your body in order to make you needy, touching very lightly your skin and rubbing your needy and wet pussy with the tip of his gloved fingers or the tip of his cock. Kai is cruel, if you want something you will have to beg for it.

Main act: You wish he stops his teasing here, but you'll have to keep begging for him to do the things you want him to. It'll take you from two to three pleas (they don't have to be coherent tho) to get what you want, after that, have fun!

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

Sighs, groans and low moans. Kai holds a heavy fragile masculinity close to his chest, I can swear that, but he can't always stop himself from releasing lewd noises, specially when he's receiving a lot of pleasure, he would need to be totally aroused and overstimulated to whimper outloud, which is weird to happen (but when it does, he lets out desperate moans, his voice manages to make them sound dirty and needy as he reaches the climax.)

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Undress torso and kiss his pelvis. He can go wild for how soft and sensitive that part of his body is, every kiss against that zone can send jolts of electricity through his abdomen, making Kai release sighs and low moans of relaxation. A pleasant and satisfying feeling, it sends him to a more comfortable state of mind that makes him enjoy sex a lot more, easing his worries on being in constant touch with another person.

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

I'm tempted to show that screencap from the anime where we got to see Overhaul's back, because wow. A toned back and strong chest and arms, his body is like an inverse triangle so his legs seem thiner compared to his torso. But what we care about in this alphabet is about his ✨ size ✨. Average, clean and depilated pubic hair, it's a little curved but not too much. It gets a little longer when it gets hard.

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

Low. It's normally on you to get him in the mood, but sometimes Chisaki takes iniciative mostly after thinking about sex for a few days (or even after an erotic dream.)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It takes him a while, specially at nightime. Kai rathers to take a shower and pee first, maybe do a little of aftercare to you. He also changes the sheets, sweat makes him uncomfortable. Theeen after that he gets comfortable and cozzy on his clean and fresh bed with you by his side and falls asleep.

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#curious if you're reading this i took inspiration from your alphabet #i never described a pp before 😥#overhaul #kai chisaki #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #i enjoyed making this woaww #overhaul my man<3

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ani-dirty-imagines · 2 years

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Got any SaneGiyuu nsfw alphabet for us😉😉

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

Sanemi’s actually really caring and a bit playful with Giyuu. He’d ask, quietly, if anything is hurting. When Giyuu says he’s all sore then you can bet Sanemi would go, “That’s what you wanted, right?” with a shit eating grin on his face.

Sanemi is so soft, so gentle during this time. He tucks Giyuu’s hair behind his ear, kisses his temple and just pulls him close.

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

Sanemi likes Giyuu’s waist. He loves the way his fingers almost touch when he grips him there.

Giyuu likes Sanemi’s hand because they are the same hands that hold him. It’s also because he can easily kiss the scars on them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Giyuu is a cumslut who puts on a show of swallowing cum.

Sanemi likes to give facials.

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

They’ve done it in an empty train before.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They really thought they hated each other so much back then that they could never be intimate with one another. Oh, were they wrong! Even if they’ve got experience under their belts before being together they’re still so fucking anxious to fuck sometimes.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Giyuu likes riding Sanemi.

Sanemi likes pinning Giyuu against a wall and fucking him with his legs pressed to his chest.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not really. They just forget the condoms and have to drive back to the convenience store sometimes.

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

Sanemi’s trail is a little bit cleaner than Giyuu’s but Sanemi doesn’t mind.

Giyuu was actually really surprised that the carpet matched the drapes for Sanemi. He was all like “Oh, it’s silver too?” and then Sanemi bonked him in the head after that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

So fucking intimate. Not a moment without a kiss on the lips, neck, and wherever the fuck. They can’t get enough of each other.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

They’ve jacked off together. They’ve also had their fair share of phone sex.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sanemi likes taking control and likes it when Giyuu begs for him. Giyuu likes being bound and he’s happy as long as he gets cum in his mouth and/or his ass.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Giyuu prefers more private places and Sanemi likes to live on the edge. Sanemi convined him to have sex in an empty parking lot before. He fucked Giyuu on his motorbike.

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

They’ve set nudes to each other for sure. It takes very little for them to rile each other up. One brush of Giyuu’s hand agaisnt Sanemi’s coupled with an alluring glance with those beautiful blue eyes and they are off to their room.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Waterworks.

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

Giyuu gives more than Sanemi does. Sanemi compensates by picking him up, sitting him on his lap and jacking him off.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sanemi knows Giyuu wants it to be a combination of both but also knows that the fast and rough part slightly overruns the soft and sensual. He makes sure to litter him with kisses when he fucks him strong enough to have the headboards bumping into the wall.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Once they begin to live together then this won’t be a preference.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Once when they were in a hotel, Sanemi fucked Giyuu against a huge glass window.

Giyuu has sucked Sanemi off under a table while Sanemi was having a Zoom meeting. He was a relentless tease about it, too.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

They can both handle around 2-4 rounds. Sometimes they can do five when Giyuu has missed him more than usual.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Both of them have personalized collars. Giyuu’s says “slut” and Sanemi’s says “bitch.”

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Sanemi likes to see how much and how long it takes for Giyuu to beg. He suspends the flesh in his hand after a harsh slap on Giyuu’s ass. He lightly massages him there and watches his partner twitch against the vibrator he’s been teasing him with.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Giyuu gets loud with him. When he’s being fucked by Sanemi then there’s no way he can be quiet. He tells him that, too, with a bite to his earlobe. He groans his command for Giyuu right in his ear and rewards Giyuu with a tug on his collar when he obeys.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Giyuu has a liking for Sanemi’s belt. He tugs on it sometimes and quietly pleads for Sanemi to use it to bind his wrists together.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Both of them have almost the same length but Sanemi’s is just a little thicker.

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

Oh, they yearn for each other often. It’s also common for one of them go home stressed from work and just begin fucking the other by the entrance door.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Giyuu falls much faster than Sanemi does. Sometimes Giyuu even gets drowsy when Sanemi begins to clean him up.

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aemondsvisenya · 1 year

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NSFW Alphabet - Aemond Targaryen

Aemond x fem!reader

Warning: This is for 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.

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

Aemond is incredibly attentive to you after sex, pressing kisses to your face and holding you close because he does not want to let you go. He’d make sure you’re okay, that he hasn’t hurt you, and will brush his fingers through your hair soothingly. If his cum is on your skin, he’ll get a wet cloth and clean you himself - if he’s cum inside you he’ll want it to stay in you, so he’ll hold himself inside of you for as long as possible, and then anything that drips out after he’ll clean himself.

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

Aemond likes his hands/fingers, only because they bring you so much pleasure - he’s got very long fingers and large hands, so you definitely get pleasure from them.

He loves everything about you, but especially your eyes - they look at him so adoringly, with so much love even when he’s fucking you hard, that he’s captivated by them.

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

Touched on it a bit above but that man loves covering you with his cum - the sight of it on your breasts, your tummy, your thighs, even on your face, drives him crazy. If/Once you’re married, however, he would be all about cumming inside of you and breeding you. He wants the world to know that you belong to him, that it’s his child growing inside of your belly - you’re his and no other man gets to have you, no one but him.

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

Before you even got together, he would see you - whether on the streets, around the castle, whatever - and was always smitten. In his bedchamber at night, he would jerk himself off to the thoughts of you, unable to stop himself from grunting and moaning as he fisted his cock desperately. Soon he was unable to cum unless thinking about you.

Also, Aemond knows the secret passages of the castle pretty well… there’s many a time where he uses them to spy on you whilst you’re changing or washing, and while he knows he shouldn’t, he still jerks off as he watches anyway.

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

There was… that one incident in the brothel when he was young, and it was far from pleasant for him. He was absolutely traumatized by it, so he hasn’t really done any other sexual stuff since - until you. He’s a very fast learner, however, and he has done as much research as he can so that he can pleasure you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

There’s something about you riding him as he looks up at you that he just loves. He loves any and all positions, it depends on the mood you’re both in, but seeing you ride him is like a whole religious experience; you look stunning as you bounce on his cock, riding him like he’s a dragon, and he’s happy to let you control the speed.

Having said that… there’s something equally hot about bending you over the nearest surface or you on your hands and knees while he pounds into you from behind, especially if he’s trying to breed you. It’s filthy and primal, and Aemond loves it.

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

Aemond is a pretty serious guy, and it extends to all parts of life: he takes pleasuring you very seriously, like it’s his life’s mission to pleasure you. Having said that, it doesn’t mean he’s completely serious all the time; he’s able to relax with you, and so he’s unable to stop himself from smiling as he presses himself against you, laughing a little when you whine and beg for him to go faster, finding it funny how desperately you want him inside of you.

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

Aemond is a lot cleaner than his brother - he wouldn’t shave it completely but he does trim it so it’s tidy down there. After all, last thing he wants is you getting pubic hair stuck between your teeth whilst you’re sucking him off.

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

No matter how rough he is with you, there’s always at least some romance to it - because he loves you, he adores you, you are everything to him. Even as he’s pulling your hair or spanking your ass while you fuck, he murmurs that he loves you at least once because he needs you to know how much he adores you.

He never says it out loud to you but you know that he loves it when you say that you love him too, when you touch him softly afterwards, running your hands through his hair or gently over his scar. He’s grown up feeling unloved and unimportant - you’re determined he doesn’t feel that way with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Aemond’s distaste for brothels (especially after what happened when he was young) means he’s often been left with the only option being to jerk off. He doesn’t do it often, he’s got incredible self control, but sometimes he has to because the urge is too great… and then he met you. Suddenly he was jacking off nearly every night to thoughts about you, unable to fight the urge anymore. When you two are together and have started having sex, he barely does it anymore - why would he when he has you, something far better than his hand, to satisfy him? If you’re away, however, he will jack off again while thinking about you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Aemond loves spanking you and pulling your hair as he fucks you - he also loves when you play with or pull his hair when you’re having sex, man has a beautiful head of long pale hair so of course you get to tug at it. He also likes pinning your wrists to the bed so you can’t touch yourself or him, delighting in how you wriggle and beg. Also, let’s say it louder… BREEDING KINK 🤭

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He wouldn’t want anyone else to see you naked, your body is his and his alone, so if you’re having proper clothes-off sex - his chambers. However, there’s something very hot about the two of you fucking in a secret passageway or an empty corridor, especially the latter because there’s the risk of being caught. And I’m not saying he’d try to fuck you on Vhagar’s back at least one but he totally would

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

Kind of trite but… YOU. He is mad about you, literally driven to madness by everything about you. You bend over to pick something up? Instantly he’s alert and watching your every movement carefully. You take his arm to go down to dinner together? He’s already planning on how he’s going to fuck you afterwards. You straighten out his clothes or eyepatch? His eye is burning with desire as he stares at you. Thank the gods he has the patience of a saint or else you two would be doing nothing but fucking (not that either of you would terribly mind that but…)

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

After so long of being second best to his brother, of working hard for what others are freely given, he would NEVER share you. You’re his and his alone, no other man or woman gets to have you - especially not his own brother of all people. He also hates the idea that he’s actually hurt you, like if he thinks you’re not enjoying sex or you tell him to stop doing something, he will immediately. He always makes sure you’re okay after spanking your ass or pinning you down, because he would rather die than cause you any kind of harm.

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

Let’s be honest, all men like receiving and Aemond is no different. He loves getting to fuck your mouth, especially when you look up at him all pretty from under your lashes. Having said that, he enjoys giving oral far more than most men in Westeros do, especially if he’s doing it to tease you - he could eat you out all day, his favourite meal.

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

Aemond likes to take his time teasing and worshipping you - he has the restraint of a saint. If it’s a quickie or in a corridor/public area, then of course he can be fast and rough. But he prefers taking it slow to tease you before fucking you fast and rough. He can switch it up depending on the mood/circumstances to be honest.

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

Aemond definitely prefers to take his time - that’s half the fun for him, after all, and he needs the time to tease you and worship you like you deserve. However, he wouldn’t say no to a quickie, especially if it’s just minutes before dinner or you’re both especially pent up and needing it.

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

He’s down to experiment so long as you are. As mentioned above, he’s happy to take risks like the risk of potentially being caught while he fucks you in a corridor or dark corner of the palace. So long as you’re not in actual danger of being seriously hurt, he’d be up to try something if you suggest it.

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

This plays into him having the patience of a literal saint as well as remarkable self control: he can go for literal hours. He’s able to keep himself from climaxing for a very long time while he spends hours teasing you, making you cry out with orgasm after orgasm until your bones feel like jelly.

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

He doesn’t really own toys but he does keep oil/something that can be used as lubricant handy; at first it was when he was experimenting during one of the rare times he jacked off, but it’s absolutely been of great use when he’s been fucking you - not that you’re not wet enough when in bed with him, that’s not a problem because he takes the time to make sure you’re enjoying it, but it adds to the experience from time to time. If you asked him to, however, he’d definitely be game to use toys on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Said it before, will say it again: this man LOVES to tease you. There’s so many times he’ll have his hands up your skirts or down your bottoms (depending on what you’re partial to wearing) and you’ll be on the brink of orgasm only for him to pull his hand away and smirk. He likes to squeeze and touch you when no one else is looking, resting his hands on your thigh under the table at dinner, just absolutely torturing you so you’re desperate for him. He’ll act all dutiful and innocent but you can see the ghost of a smirk on his lips, can hear the smugness in his voice.

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

Aemond isn’t particularly loud, both in and out of bed - that’s why it’s super hot when you hear him moan and groan in bed together, the fact he’s unable to stop himself from making noises. It’s only when he’s getting close that he begins making noises, grunting as he grits his teeth and fucks you mercilessly, moaning in your ear as his hips smack against yours, crying out into your skin as his cum floods inside of you.

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

He not only fucks you in the Dragonpit (which is funny because his dragon is far too big to be kept there, so you have to come up with excuses for you both to be there), he would have Vhagar fly you both to a cave or somewhere else before fucking you there. Sometimes he sends his dragon away - other times he gets off on the idea of claiming you just like he claimed Vhagar, and he’ll fuck you on the floor or against a tree/cave wall whilst his dragon is dozing nearby (Vhagar is an old lady, okay, let her sleep)

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

Cocks aren’t usually the most attractive things - but his is. Aemond’s dick is just like him in a way, pale and long and flushing a bit when he’s aroused; it’s not particularly thick or covered in lots of veins, maybe just one or two visible ones. It’s very lengthy though, probably somewhere around seven or eight inches.

Other than his cock, Aemond is beautiful under his clothes in general; he’s quite lithe but there’s muscle there from endless days training in the yard, not bulging muscles but firm ones that you love to feel rippling under his skin.

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

Despite how often he fucks you, it’s not actually *that* high. If you wanted to spend the evening talking and drinking instead, he’d be more than happy to do that - he loves sex with you, but he’s not going to pressure you into it if you’re not feeling it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aemond won’t fall asleep until you have - he wants to make sure you’re okay and comfortable after sex, holding you in his arms as you drift off against him. It’s only once he’s certain you’re asleep and he’s seen your peaceful calm face that he smiles to himself softly, presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and allows himself to sleep too.

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California Dreamin’

Chapter One - Lasagna (18+ ONLY)

Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

Modern!Eddie AU - In which Eddie travels to California searching for something more out of life. And then he meets you.

Warnings: mentions of deceased parent, self doubt, insecurities, eventual smut

5.6K words

Eddie x Reader, Friends to lovers, Slow burn

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Note: This is my first time writing in a while and this idea came to me and just kept building in my mind. A lot of it is self indulgent, not gonna lie. It builds off some of my personal experiences. If you read I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

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The air is different from Hawkins. Not cleaner, dirtier if anything but certainly different. And different is good, different will be good Eddie thinks to himself. It has to be because at this point it’s all he’s got.

As he drives into the suburban area of Circle Crest, he can’t help but notice the palm trees pass him by over and over. He’s never seen a palm tree before, always figured they were reserved for the movies and shows he’s watched on TV. And there are mountains but not mountains like in the midwest he’s used to. Mountains that look like they could probably be from Hawaii with how green they are from the Winter rain, the golden afternoon sun cascading over them as if to welcome him. As if to say everything will be okay.

Approaching the top of the hill that overlooks the city, Eddie takes in the amount of homes scattered throughout the landscape. Definitely the suburbs, something he has never really experienced. Other than Halloween in the rich neighborhoods back home. But as he looks to the right there are those gorgeous mountains right in front of him. The head of a hiking trail is just off the side of the road where people park their cars and disappear into nature.

California so far is not at all what he had envisioned. Obviously he wasn’t expecting to show up to a red carpet, Hollywood sign right in his face but he never pictured a forest before him just right off the main road. This forest was different from the ones back home. There were no pine trees and there were many people heading onto the trail, no doubt trying to get a walk in before the sun disappeared on the horizon.

Eddie reaches the street of his temporary home for who knows how long. There wasn’t really a plan. He just needed to get out of Hawkins. Turning into the neighborhood, there are some nice looking homes on his left, the kind that he was always convinced he’d never be able to have. They had pristine lawns and basketball hoops out front that signified happy families lived there.

A little further up the road at the stop sign there is an open field to the left with what looked like a dam on the other end. It was a reservoir but for most of the year it was just a field since there wasn’t much rain. To the right across from the reservoir are some more homes, not as large or nice as the ones he previously saw down the road but still nicer than he’s used to. They are lined up down the road, four homes with a little more land than the others. Each one is a different style and were probably all built at different periods in time. He reaches the last house, Marlene’s house.

It looks like an older one, maybe built in the 80’s. There is a chain link fence in front closing off the driveway. The driveway is made up of dirt and there is a wooden awning next to the house with a car parked underneath along with boxes and storage containers, a place for where things couldn’t find a home inside the house. The house is dusty and looks like it could use a paint job but it's still cozy.

Marlene is an old family friend of the Munson’s. Or at least Eddie and his Uncle Wayne. She’s basically his aunt. And her daughter Jocelyn is like his cousin. Not related by blood but still family. Back at the trailer park years ago they would cause all kinds of trouble, pissing off the other neighbors by being too loud.

Unfortunately by the time Eddie was twelve her and her mom had moved back to California where they had some family. They were having a hard time in Hawkins as a Latino family, Jocelyn an even harder time being gay. It was a fairly unprogressive town and Marlene wanted better for her daughter. That left Eddie without his only friend in a town that hated him even at the innocent age of twelve.

Eddie reached the driveway where the fence was closed off. His van must have been noisier and closer to coming apart than he thought since Marlene came running out with excitement etched into her features. Following her are two chocolate labs, barking enthusiastically. She pulled the gate open across the dirt enough for Eddie to drive his van in and park to the side underneath a large tree sitting in the front yard.

Marlene was a short woman with long black hair and brown skin. She was beautiful and kind hearted, always reminding Eddie not to listen to a damn thing anyone in that small town says. She’s the closest thing to a mom he had since she died when he was seven. But even so, he hasn’t seen Marlene in years. He thinks the last time may have been on Thanksgiving in middle school. He tunes in on a phone call with Wayne every now and then having basic conversation, texts Jocelyn, but that’s about it since they moved away.

“Come here you!” Marlene shouts out of excitement as Eddie hops out of the van, briefly stretching his legs. The labs eagerly paw at him and he gives each a scratch behind the ear. Marlene wraps him up in a big hug which he isn’t used to. “Eddie you’ve gotten so tall, and your hair!” She looks at him proudly. “Oh, this ol’ mane? Grew it myself, thank you.” Eddie shakes his wild curls, jokingly flipping his hair with his hand. Always dramatic and outspoken.

“So how was the drive?” Marlene asks as Eddie rounds the back of his van, beginning to pull out his bags. She assists in grabbing one. He didn’t have very much to bring, just his clothes and some things like books, his guitar, and of course his bong. But Marlene didn’t need to know that.

“Pretty fucking long. I was bored out of my mind for most of it.” He responds while kicking the van door shut. “I’m glad I’m here though. Get to see you and Jos.” Marlene hums happily. “Well let’s get you situated, we’ll go through the garage and say hi before I show you your room. Jos is in there with everyone.” She leads the way across the yard to the garage connected to the house. “Everyone?” Eddie questions with a raised brow. “Don’t worry they’ll love you!” She waves him off, approaching the open garage.

The garage isn’t really used for cars or anything a garage would usually contain. There are two couches in the middle of the room along with a coffee table and some mismatched colorful rugs underneath. In the right corner is a drum kit along with a keyboard and some guitars. On the left side of the room there is a bench with cushions lining one wall, long enough to hold around six people. The walls are painted orange but not too bright, just a nice orange on the verge of being yellow but not quite. The other side of the garage is lined with storage cabinets. There is a chandelier hanging in the middle, it looks like it could be an antique and there are lamps in every corner and a couple wooden stools scattered randomly.

On those couches sit people. People who appear to be having a great time, laughing and talking. Marlene walks in with Eddie following, he momentarily sets his bags down. “This is Jonathan, Argyle, Will, El, and…” your name leaves Marlene’s mouth and you can’t help but stare at the man who just walked in. His chestnut brown hair is long, curly, and wild. He’s wearing a tshirt with the name of a band you can’t be bothered to pay attention to right now and ripped black jeans with a chain hanging on the side along with some worn out black converse. He’s wearing these chunky rings and has a couple tattoos throughout his forearms and then you get to his eyes and you’re met with a pool of chocolatey irises. He’s gorgeous and that golden hour sun is just making it worse by lighting up the hues throughout his eyes you would otherwise mistake as plain brown.

“And this is Eddie, he’s gonna be staying with us for a while so you guys better play nice.” Marlene jokes. Jocelyn scrambles off the couch to hug Eddie, screeching as she does so. They hug for a minute and then pull apart “I missed you dude.” Jos punches him in the arm playfully.

Jocelyn is 23, the same age as you. She has shoulder length black hair with choppy layers. She’s definitely an indie chick with her style and music taste. She’ll call you out on your shit but is a solid friend through and through.

“Yeah ya left be back in that shit hole remember?” Eddie grins, shoving her shoulder. “Someone had to look after all those stray cats we tamed and it wasn’t gonna be me, those fuckers hated me.” Jos laughs. “Well they’re Wayne’s responsibility now. He’s gonna be pissed when like 15 cats show up at the door.” Eddie winces. “So they don’t have mama Munson to take care of them anymore?” Jos gasps. “Nah, it’s okay though. Wayne’s girlfriend, Leslie said she’d take over so not all hope is lost.” Eddie says confidently.

The rest of you watch this banter play out in front of you. Eddie was cute. There was no denying that. “You gonna jam with us while you’re here?” Jocelyn questions, glancing at Jonathan and Argyle. They formed a little band a few years back in high school. Jonathan on bass, Argyle on drums, and Jos on guitar/keyboard/singing. She was a triple threat. “Nope I’m a one man show.” Eddie crosses his arms. “You’re still such a dickhead!” Jos shoves him jokingly. “Alright alright, you don’t have to beg Jos, I’ll be in your band.” he smirks. Everyone else laughs.

Eddie says hello to everyone individually and shakes hands. Once his hand touches yours you feel the nerves taking over. He offers a quick “Hi.” You can’t say anything, anxiety builds up as he looks directly at you, gorgeous eyes and all. His rings are a cool contrast to your skin. You're suddenly worried if your hand is clammy before he pulls away, smiling and then picks up his bags.

He’s now bantering with Jonathan and Argyle when Marlene speaks up. “Okay let’s get you settled and then you can bicker all you want. Looks like you’ll fit right in with our crew.” She carries one of his bags through the door into the house and he follows after shooting the room a wink. He’s charming.

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“And this will be your room” Marlene wraps up a tour of the house. Eddie notices the freshly made bed, a dark wooden nightstand next to it with a lamp on top, and a wardrobe at the other end of the room. It was empty other than that. “You can do whatever you want with it while you’re here. We barely even use it anyway.” She opens the curtains to let the remaining daylight in. The dogs trot around the room, their paws clicking against the dark wood floor. “Treat it just like home.” Marlene turns to Eddie, offering a small smile.

“Thanks, Mar. Just so you know, I’m gonna find a job and do what I can to help out. I’m no freeloader.” Eddie smirks, setting his bag and guitar case on the bed. Marlene chuckles and gives him a nod. “You’re a good kid, Ed. Wayne did a good job.” She says. “Mar, I’m 24.” Eddie laughs. “Still a kid to me. All of you.” She responds, making her way out of the room, the labs following her. “Feel free to join everyone in the garage once you’re ready. I think they already love you. Dinner will be ready soon, I’m making lasagna.” She finishes before disappearing down the stairs, the wood creaking slightly under every step.

Eddie gazes out the window, taking in the garden in the yard. Tomatoes, peppers, and some other vegetables each in their own barrels of soil. Some flowers sit along the side of the house, stunning colors decorating the aged chipped paint they sit in front of. The hose is still coiled on the ground, discarded until the plants need watering again. The house sits on a little patch of land. It’s not huge but it’s more than the expensive houses up the road.

The sun is just setting and it’s summer so it’s around 7:45. Eddie begins unpacking some of his things, dumping some of his clothes in one of the drawers of the wardrobe. That’s really all he has to put away right now, everything else remains back in Hawkins. The only other time he’s packed up and started brand new was when he was seven. Except that time it wasn’t his choice. That’s when his mother died and his dad went to jail. It was either living with his Uncle or straight to the foster system.

He shakes off the memories of his past, he doesn’t need to relive that pain. Eddie was never one to tune into his emotions fully. He learned at a young age not to express sadness and to “be a man about it”. Threats of “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” were ingrained into him. Closing out his thoughts, Eddie picks up his guitar and heads downstairs.

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“Dude’s pretty cool.” Jonathan expresses, plucking the string of his bass. Argyle is bouncing a small rubber bouncy ball as he lazily paces around the garage. El and Will are sitting on one of the couches scrolling through some Tik Toks, bursting out laughing every now and then. You and Jocelyn are sitting on the other couch with Jonathan, talking. “He’s such an ass but like in the good way, y’know? You guys are gonna love him.” Jos lounges against the arm of the couch, propping her head on her hand. “So you’re cousins?” You question leaning back into the cushions behind you. “Yep, not by blood but that’s basically it. We practically ran the trailer park. The neighbors hated us sometimes.”

Jocelyn was your best friend since high school. She’s basically your only friend other than Jonathan, Argyle, El, and Will. They were great friends but Jocelyn was your best friend. The one you could tell almost anything. Except that you think her ‘cousin’ is hot. Not even having much experience with relationships yourself, you weren’t even going to go there.

“How long’s rocker bro staying?” Argyle questions, not once looking up from his bouncy ball. “As long as he needs. He just had to get out of that place, dude. Hawkins is not a forgiving place to live.” Jos explains. “Just don’t bring it up with him though. He’s kinda closed off and if he wants to talk about it, it has to be his idea.” She finishes. You can’t help but want to know more. You just nod in response.

Jonathan continues playing around with his bass. “So is he gonna be taking courses with us at the college?” He asks, his eyes not moving from the instrument. Jocelyn shakes her head. “No, he told me he was gonna find a mechanic job.” She says. Jonathan nods. “Maybe he can fix my shit box then. Still can’t figure out why it keeps stalling.” He chuckles. “Yeah, he’s real good with that type of stuff-“ “Damn right. I knew you had nice things to say about me.” Jos is interrupted by Eddie striding into the room. He sets his guitar against the couch before plopping himself next to Will and El.

Will seems intimidated by the big personality that is Eddie Munson sitting to his left. “Shut up.” Jos rolls her eyes. Eddie shrugs, leaning back and is he—yep he’s manspreading and usually it’d give you an unimaginable ick but because it’s him you don’t seem to mind. He makes it work and you find it difficult to tear your gaze away although eventually you force yourself to.

“Holy shit is that DND?!” Eddie’s eyes gleam at the box on the small coffee table centered in front of the couches. “Yeah, i-it is. It’s mine.” Will’s face turns red, seemingly embarrassed. “Dude, you’re already my favorite. We gotta play sometime.” Eddie looks at Will with a smile. Will seems relieved that the cool new guy doesn’t think he’s a huge nerd, when actually it seems like he’s also a nerd himself. Jonathan beams at the interaction, his brother has always had a hard time putting himself out there so to see Eddie already taking him under his wing almost brings him to tears.

A few minutes later Eddie and Will are still going back and forth, practically speaking another language. It’s sweet, you think. He’s sweet. The way he interacts with Will, not for a second judging him and just allowing him to go on a tangent about his favorite fantasy game, letting him take the lead on the conversation. Meanwhile you’re the only one still engaged in their discussion while everyone else has moved on, talking amongst themselves. El and Jos chatting about an upcoming concert they had been raving about, Jonathan and Argyle quarreling over something again, no doubt being about a song they practiced earlier and you would chime in every now and then, a word or two.

You were usually the more reserved one of the group. Always observing more than participating. For the most part you liked it like that but there are times you wondered if you were just a background character in everyone else’s story.

As the sun started fading out of sight, the group started to disband. El, Will, and Argyle piling into Jonathan’s car. “You promise we’ll go?” El questions Jocelyn, they had just been talking about going to the mall next week to find an outfit for that concert. “I swear.” Jos waves as the car door closes and they drive off. They had a sisterly relationship which was nice seeing as both of them were only children.

Just down the road around the corner was your house so normally you opted for walking. It was about half a mile away just in the other neighborhood on the other side of the reservoir Jocelyn’s house sat in front of.

Before you get the chance to say goodnight Jocelyn pipes up next to you. “You staying for dinner? Mom made lasagna.” And how could you refuse dinner when Marlene was cooking up one of her home cooked meals. “You already know my answer.” You giggle.

—

Eddie is still sitting on the couch in the garage where he had been conversing with everyone for the past hour or so. Except now he’s strumming his acoustic guitar, glancing up when you and Jos come back in from the front yard.

As if on queue, Marlene peaks in from the door leading into the house. “Time to eat, get your butts inside.” Like ducklings, Jocelyn, yourself, and Eddie file into the house and into the kitchen. The smell is immaculate, marinara and cheese filling your senses. “Smells amazing, I’m so hungry.” You praise while pulling out plates from one of the cabinets. It was practically your second home. “Thanks, Mom.” Jocelyn takes a plate from you, beginning to pile it high with the gooey cheese and noodles. “Thank you, Mar.” Eddie slings his arm around Marlene’s shoulders playfully as she sets down a tray of garlic bread. You then realize he’s the human embodiment of a golden retriever.

Marlene hums in appreciation and observes Eddie proudly. “You look so much like your mom.” She blurts out. It’s no secret that this is a sore subject for Eddie with the way his face drains as he clears his throat. Marlene instantly has regret in her eyes. “Uhm-I’m sorry- I just-“ she stutters. “It’s okay.” Eddie states, avoiding eye contact and moving to the table situated in the breakfast nook of the kitchen.

It takes him a minute but as you all assemble around the table for dinner he’s back to his normal antics. “Do you jam with Jos and her band?” He inquires, gesturing toward you. This catches you off guard seeing as you haven’t even had a full conversation with him in the time he’s been here. In fact, the only thing he’s said to you so far was ‘hi’ when he first arrived and was introduced to everyone. “Uh- well no. No, I don’t even know how to play an instrument. I'm basically the moral support.” You nervously laugh. He flashes a grin before he stuffs a large helping of lasagna into his mouth. “Most important role, right?” He says through a mouthful, smirking somewhat shyly.

You just offer a nod and a polite smile in response. It’s not a full conversation but it’s a start. And you chime in where you can but again, not as often as you’d like. The rest of dinner entails old friends catching up, the dogs waiting patiently for scraps to drop. One of them, Winnie is next to you, drool hanging off of her jowl. The other, Diesel next to Marlene. It almost feels like you're imposing on a family dinner. And although you are also considered part of said family, it feels like you’re an outsider, your own anxieties and insecurities getting the best of you.

—

The four of you are cleaning up when Jocelyn makes it known that there is a trip to the beach planned this weekend with everyone. “Ed, you gonna join us? Pleeease?” Jos puts on an exaggerated pout as she wipes down the counter. Eddie is scrubbing a plate over the sink while he squints his eyes as if he’s contemplating the offer. “I guess.” He sighs dramatically. “Only for you though.” He winks mischievously. Jocelyn rolls her eyes, finishing up her task and throwing a dish rag into a nearby basket in the hallway next to the laundry.

“Jos, will you help me with this?” Marlene asks, carrying two bowls of cat food, two more prepped and ready on the counter. They had outdoor cats that didn’t officially belong to them but they never really left the property. Why would they when they had the promise of a meal waiting for them every morning and evening? Jocelyn grabs the other two bowls and follows her mom out the screen door just off the kitchen, through the little hallway where the laundry was located and to the backyard. The door smacks against the wood of the house as they walk out, Winnie and Diesel following eagerly.

“So are you and Jos…” Eddie breaks the silence in the room, the sounds of silverware clinking against the drawer as you dry and put it away. He’s finishing drying off a plate. “Y’know—uh-like together?” He finishes his thought, awkwardly clearing his throat, eyes on you from across the kitchen. You giggle at this and his brows furrow. “She’s my best friend and I love her but not like that.” You explain, your words soft as if speaking too loud could disrupt the balance of the universe. He nods. “Cool, cool, I just—I didn’t know. Jos doesn’t really let me in on the gooey details of her relationships you know? She’s got that tough guy thing going on—at least with me when we talk.” He further explains.

“Oh I know, she hates people seeing her soft. Even me and I practically live here half the time.” You finish up with the silverware. “I live just down the road but I live alone so…” you shrug. “I like to come over here most of the time, sometimes help Mar with her garden or whatever she needs. Keeps me from going crazy in that big house by myself.” You continue. “How’d you end up as Mar’s assistant?” Eddie jokingly asks, he rounds the island, now leaning on it with his hands tucked under his chin as he listens.

You’re across from him on the other side nearest to the kitchen cabinets, busying yourself with small tasks so you don’t have to commit to making eye contact with him. That would be daunting. His eyes would swallow you whole.

“Um—well I met Jos in high school, junior year. And as they say the rest is history. We hang out in the garage a lot of the time and suddenly Mar has you doing chores you can’t say no to.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought. “Because then she feeds you and it’s like eating for the first time every single time so how are you supposed to say no?” You lean against the counter closest to the wall, finally bringing your gaze to Eddie.

He’s so endearing in the warm kitchen lighting. A small smile is pulling at his lips and the corner of his eyes are slightly creased. It occurs to you that he’s just been listening to you talk, no interruptions, full attention on you. And it’s not like Jocelyn or Jonathan or everyone doesn't listen to you but a lot of the time, your voice gets drowned out by interruptions. Not intentional but still wounding your self esteem. It isn’t their fault by any means, you know you should just speak up above it all but some things are hard to change and easier said than done.

“Sorry—I” you’re about to apologize for the little ramble you’d performed seconds ago but he cuts you off but not in the way you’re used to. “Don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry?” He questions, now bringing his forearms in front of him, clasping his hands together on the counter, fiddling with his rings with his brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know.” You offer a short answer. “Don’t apologize to me ever again. I don’t wanna hear it. Unless you like—I dunno, hit my car or something.” He stands up straightening himself out, stretching his arms above his head and ending with a yawn.

You don’t know how to respond, now too focused on the way his shirt rides up ever so slightly at his stomach, his happy trail on display for a brief moment. Marlene and Jocelyn stroll back into the house. Marlene announces that she’s going to bed and suggests the three of you think about doing the same.

“I’ve got a paper to write, so no sleep for me.” Jos sighs, grabbing her laptop from the coffee table in the family room adjacent to the kitchen. “You sleeping over?” She asks. “I have work in the morning.” You can’t fathom sleeping under the same roof as the metal head, maybe eventually as you get used to him but not now. Not when he’d be just down the hall and there was a chance of running into him on your way to the bathroom.

“You have work every morning. You work from home. Do you want me to drive you back and we can pick up your laptop—“ “No that okay, Jos. I’m just super tired, think I need to go home and recharge.” You say putting your shoes on. “Okay we’ll it’s dark so I’m gonna drive you anyway.” She grabs her keys off the side table by the front door. “I can drive her if you have that paper to write. I don’t think I’m gonna be sleeping any time soon either…” Eddie offers. Fuck. Now you have even more of a chance at humiliating yourself.

It’s decided and soon enough you’re hopping in the passenger seat of his van. It starts with a rumble, sounds like it could give out any minute. You don’t say anything though. “Sorry about the mess, I just drove across like half of America and couldn’t really bother stopping to throw away the trash.” He mumbles, throwing some of it in the back carelessly. “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You respond shyly.

The tires crunch over the gravel and dirt that is the driveway, making their way onto the asphalt of the road but he stops just before. “Uh-pardon my French but where the fuck is your house?” Eddie looks cluelessly back and forth between the left and the right, unsure of which way to go. A laugh escapes your lungs and he looks back over to you, a grin on his face, a small chuckle falling from his lips. “Turn right and then make another right at the stop sign.” You manage to get out in between a wide smile. “Got it.” He snaps his fingers and begins driving.

—

The van stops in front of your house, Eddie seems to be taking it in. It’s a nice house, not like the fancy ones he first encountered earlier in the day but still nice. Most of the homes on the rest of the street are similar but different in their own ways. Different colors, different layouts, but the same general idea in the way that they’re all made of stucco. Somewhat cookie cutter but not all the way. Each house somehow still had its own personality with how one had a boat parked in the driveway and another had a swing hanging from the tree in front.

Your house was two stories, a cream color with a light brown trim and a hedge blocking the front door from view of the street with a little path leading behind it so as to reach the door. There was a small grass lawn in the front, not too large.

“Wow. Fuck.” Eddie expresses through an exhale. You quickly glance back to him, unaware that he was referring to your house at first. “Oh uh—yeah this is me.” You murmur, reaching for the car handle. “You’ve got shit figured out.” He says, still staring at the house. You feel the need to reveal that it’s not at all what he thinks. That you don’t actually have anything figured out at all. That it’s not even your house. Well not fully your house.

“It’s not like that. It’s my grandparent’s house.” You quickly say. “Thought you said you lived alone?” He inquires. “For the most part. They’re always going on cruises so most of the time it’s just me. I take care of the house, pay what bills I can. But I most certainly don’t have my shit figured out.” You explain, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“And here I was thinking I was the only one without my shit together.” Eddie smirks. You find a hint of insecurity behind his eyes, a fraction of self doubt but just as quickly as it came it’s gone, hidden away.

For some reason you feel comfortable enough to continue, clearing your throat before you do so. “And my mom and sisters are about an hour and a half away, living in the desert. I'm the oldest. Felt like I should stay and help out and eventually they put my name on the house. So technically it is mine, just not only mine.” You wince. “I—I don’t know why I felt the need to tell you-“ “If you apologize I’ll scream.” Eddie interrupts but again, you don’t mind because he’s preventing you from crawling back into the depths of your mind, insecurities rising. “So-“ just as the word begins leaving your lips he gives you a stern look, eyebrows raised. “Okay.” You say.

“That’s better.” He concludes. The moonlight is steaming in from the wind shield, brighter tonight than most nights. Eddie taps his rings against the steering wheel, following the beat of the song playing quietly over the radio, a metal song. “Do you visit your mom and sisters very often?” He asks. “Yeah, yeah usually every two months. They aren’t super far but I have stuff to take care of here. It’s real fun out there, the desert just does something to you, maybe it’s cause the airs super dry but I love it out there.” You grin at the thought.

“I’ve never been anywhere outside of Indiana so everything here is new to me. All I know is farmland and shitty small town people.” He says. “Well we always have people visit out there. Jos loves it, we swim and lay out in the sun. Have big family dinners. Maybe you can come out sometime.” You offer, nearly shitting yourself. How are you even forming coherent thoughts while speaking to the beautiful boy in front of you? “I’d like that.” He looks down at his rings tapping against the steering wheel.

His long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheek and his silhouette is like something out of the renaissance.

“So Jos said you work from home?” He changes the subject. “Yeah, I do some insurance work. It’s really boring but it pays pretty well and I don’t have to be in an office building with people I don’t like all day.” He laughs at this. “I respect it.” He says. “What about you?” You question. “Well I don’t have anything going for me yet but back home I worked on cars at the auto shop. I’m really good at taking shit apart and putting it back together. I’ll probably find a shop here that’ll take me in.” He tells you. “You will. There are tons of shops down on Main Street.” You enlighten him.

—

You could have listened and babbled on and on with him all night but eventually you bid him goodnight and he waits as you make your way through the door. Only leaving when he’s sure you made it in.

You let out a long sigh, making your way upstairs and to your room for the night. Eddie Munson was going to be a problem in the best way possible.

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fandom-junk-drawer · 9 months

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Upset - Part 1

(Whump fic disguised as a headcanon)

Jaskier was typically outgoing, charming, and had an amazing sense of humor. He was good-natured and wasn't one to get upset easily. Except when it came to Valdo Marx. That a**hole was a completely different story!

But Jaskier did get angry, or sad, or got his feelings hurt, like any normal person. And while he did get upset, he was also quick to forgive his friends. He may not forgive himself as quickly or easily, but would always forgive the people closest to his heart.

He had even forgiven Geralt for abandoning him on the mountain, but Geralt wasn't so sure Jaskier was going to forgive him for this...

Geralt and Jaskier had just pulled into the driveway when Jaskier had been called away for band business. He'd jumped out of Van Roach, broken the world's speed record for showering, thrown on clean clothes, and headed over to their little studio.

Geralt had been left to unpack everything from their recent roadtrip: two weeks on the Path, hunting monsters in Temeria. He was tired, but he had to get the van cleaned out and restocked for the next trip. He gave it a good vacuuming, took out all the empty food containers and packaging, and tossed all the empty cans and bottles.

He shampooed the carpet and seat where Jaskier had spilled his drink after Geralt hit the brakes quite suddenly, on purpose, after Jaskier kept forgetting to put his seatbelt on, and wouldn't stop putting his feet up on the dashboard. Jaskier had folded in half with a surprised shriek, and Geralt had to stop to pull his a** out of the footwell.

Geralt restocked the medical supply cabinet, then bundled all the bedding up and shoved it into the washing machine. Was it overloaded? Most likely. Was Yen going to be mad? Not if she didn't find out. Geralt left the machine to do its job and f**ked off to go do something else until it was time to dry everything.

After half an hour of sitting in front of the tv, he heard the washing machine stop, so he peeled himself off the couch and went to shove everything in the dryer. He was pulling the blankets and sheets out when he saw it...

Geralt experienced a mental pause while his brain devoted most of its function into verifying that what his eyes were seeing was really true.

Then came the wave of panic as he carefully pulled the blanket out of the washer. Ohsh*tohsh*t! It had gotten mixed in with the other bedding, and he hadn't noticed! Sh*t! Oh gods! Were the tattered spot worse, or had they always looked like that? Ohhhhhhhhhh.....

Yennefer was out in her herb garden when she heard Geralt swear loudly and emphatically, "FFFFAAAAAAAHHHHKKKKKHHHH!!!!". She ran inside immediately, and heard him swear again in the laundry room.

She flung door open, voice raised in righteous fury, "You better not have overloaded the washing manchine again, Geralt!", and froze on the spot when she saw Geralt standing there, holding a blanket.

Yennefer gasped, experiencing the same panic as Geralt when she recognized the familiar, but now much cleaner looking ratty blanket. That wasn't just any blanket. It was Jaskier's blankie. And Geralt had just washed it! Their eyes locked, and a single thought passed between them,

oH sH*T!

They both knew the significance of what had just happened. They were f**ked. There was no way to fix this. Geralt's brain made a valiant effort though, and coughed up an absurd, but simple solution.

"Yen, quick, magic it back to the way it was!"

"What?!"

"Just...I don't know, put the...the 'yuck' back on it!"

"You want me to just magic decades of drool, dirt, sweat, and gods know what else back on to it? What the f**k, Geralt?"

"Ok, ok, then at least put the stink back on it so it will smell like it did before I accidentally washed it!"

"I can't, you nimrod! I don't know what it smells like!"

Geralt gave the blanket an experimental sniff. That one corner still smelled funky to him. Maybe it was going to be okay.

Yennefer burst his bubble. "He's not a Witcher! He doesn't have your sense of smell!" She took a sniff herself. All she could smell was lavender and linen. "And I don't either!"

"D*mn, it's a little...uh...ragged too!" Yennefer groaned, looking at the bits where some of the old, slapped on patches had frayed and pulled away from the other bits of fabric. There were stringy bits, and small areas where the old batting was showing through.

Geralt felt his heart sink with dread. The blankie was mostly in one piece, just a little 'battle worn', but it was still obviously damaged and would need repair.

Oh, f**k, we're...f**ked!"

They were very much f**ked because that was when Jaskier walked in. He knew something was wrong. He could sense dread and urgency through Yennefer's mental link as soon as he walked into the house.

Jaskier opened the laundry room door and froze. He saw Geralt holding his blankie. Saw the open door of the washing machine. Saw the ragged look of his blankie. Smelled laundry soap. And put one and one together.

"You...you...washed it..." he said, his voice small and flat. Geralt and Yennefer both flinched. Jaskier slowly reached out and took the damp blanket from Geralt's hands. He started trembling then, and Geralt could smell the distress coming off him. It was making him sick to his stomach.

Jaskier ran his hand over one frayed patch where the stitching had given way, his thougths racing as he tried to both process what had happened, and simultaneously come up with a way to fix it.

"Jask, I-!" Geralt began to try to explain, reaching over to lay a comforting hand on Jaskier's shoulder.

Jaskier jerked away from him, "No!" he barked, his voice rough and tight. He was shaking now.

"No..." he whimpered, his voice sounding small and broken. Yennefer gasped when, out of pure distress, he started banging his fist on his head and repeating "No" over and over.

Geralt grabbed his wrist, "Hey! Stop it!"

Jaskier twisted and jerked, then tensed up as he felt a familiar pain flare in his chest. "F**k you!" he cried, suddenly angry. "F**k you, Geralt! F**k you!"

"Geralt, his chest-!" Yennefer said quickly, feeling the pain through their link.

Geralt immediately released his grip.

Jaskier stumbled as Geralt let go. He took a step back and bumped up against the counter, sliding down to sit on the floor. He felt light-headed.

"Breathe, Jaskier..." Yennefer said, her voice full of concern. She crouched beside him and lightly slapped at his cheek until he blinked and took a breath.

Yennefer tried to press her hand to his chest, to feel if those ribs had separated from his sternum again, but he turned away from her slightly.

"Let me see, Nightengale. Please?" She asked quietly.

Jaskier shook his head and hugged his damp blanket to his chest, sniffling and trying to get a hold of himself. "Get out." he said quietly after a minute.

"Jaskier," Yennefer said gently, pulling on his hand when he started fisting his hair. "Let's get your blankie in the dryer, okay?"

He didn't look at her, just stared at the floor numbly, holding his wet blanket, eyes glistening with tears.

"Jask?" Geralt rumbled softly.

"Just f**k off, both of you. Please."

Geralt looked at Yennefer, who nodded. They quietly left the room...

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Hello! I've seen your HCs and I absolutely love the fact that you write for Kyuma, too!

Since you made a Karube and Chishiya NSFW alphabet one, would it be possible to make one for Kyuma too? Although, I'm also a bit curious how the SFW alphabet HCs would look like for Kyuma.

Thank you for your time! I love your writing!

Thank you!! I absolutely love writing for Kyuma. And I was actually just thinking about writing a sfw alphabet for Kyuma 🫶

Kyuma NSFW alphabet

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

He’s not like gonna over do it but he will make sure you are okay and will hold you close after. He’s not really one to talk much during or after but he will ask if you’re okay and if there’s anything he can get you

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

On himself he doesn’t have a specific body part but he definitely loves his voice. He loves how smooth is voice is and the fact that he can sing well. And also the fact that he can tell you so many things, ranging from sweet nothings to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

On his partner is definitely their tits,he loves sucking on them when in missionary as well as leaving dark hickeys on them

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

This man will come ANYWHERE and I mean anywhere.

Face,stomach,tits,ass,back if you can name it he can cum on it but his personal favorite is either your tits or your stomach but it really just depends on what position you’re in

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

Since he’ll be back stage getting ready to preform and you’ll be in the audience (assuming you attended the show) sometimes he’ll just get himself off before he goes on stage into the bathroom thinking about you

there’s been a few times where he hasn’t had time to do this so he’s went on stage with a noticeable hard on

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

A little more then average, I think he 100% gets bitches but he’s very specific as to who he fucks.

Doesn’t search anything up that he doesn’t know unless it’s obviously dangerous. He would much rather try it out and see where things go

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This man loves 69. He enjoys giving and receiving so this position is perfect for him

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

He’s not serious but he won’t go out of his way to make any jokes. But if something funny does happen he’s not gonna be like a statue, he’ll let out a little laugh

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

Keeps himself cleanly shaven

Not a speck of hair on his lower region,he prefers this because he thinks it makes himself look sharper/cleaner

He naturally grows a happy trail but he keeps it shaved

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

He knows when to be intimate as well as how but he also knows when to just say ‘fuck intimacy’ and do whatever he wants. On special occasions he will make the bedroom much more romantic but he’ll make sure to take you out on a date first before getting into the sexual aspect

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t do it that often,just usually before his shows if you’re not around

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise, he loves telling you how pretty/handsome you look and how amazing your doing. There’s nothing more in this world that he loves more then telling you how much he loves you and how good you’re being for him

Choking- Although he wouldn’t degrade you he would definitely be down to choke you,especially in missionary or reverse cow girl

Hairpulling-He wouldn’t want you to yank at his hair but tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling it a little while he’s going down on you really gets him going

Marking-Please leave hickeys all over this man’s neck and chest,or better yet scratches on his back

Food-All he wants is for you to give him head while he has whipped cream on his cock

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Doesn’t have one,he’ll settle for anything as long as there’s enough time and you guys won’t get caught

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

He goes absolutely feral when you wear revealing clothes,he won’t show it but he loves it nonetheless. Especially when you’re wearing clothes that really show off your tits

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

He would never degrade you,he thinks you are equal to him and would never do anything to make you feel otherwise…but with a lot of convincing and reassuring he will do it

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

He’s pretty good at giving. And he doesn’t have a preference as to giving or receiving;he likes both equally

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

His personal preference is slow and sensual,he wants to take his time with you so you get the most pleasure. But on the rare chance he’s mad he will fuck you simply to get himself off

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

As said above he likes to take his time with you but he’s also down for a quick fuck in the bathroom or something

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

He’s always down to try anything once because if either of you don’t like it then he’ll just not do it again. He’s fine with taking risks as well since he is a nudist and people see him naked. His only concern is that he doesn’t want people seeing YOU naked

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

About 3 rounds,how long depends on how fast/rough he goes

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

He doesn’t own any for himself but the thought has crossed his mind one or two times. The only time he’ll get toys for you is if you ask because he thinks knows he can get you off himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not going to go out of his way to tease you but if he’s extra needy then sometimes he’ll whisper things into your ear

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

If he’s being more submissive in bed he is definitely much more louder then if he’s dominant,but he will be so loud if you pull his hair no matter if he’s on top or bottom

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

He’s a switch,but most of the time he’s a soft dom but every once in a while he loves receiving. There’s something about just sitting there while you use him that really gets him going

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

It’s about 5.5-6.0’ and about average width and length although I think he is slightly more long then he is wide

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

Doesn’t have that high of a sex drive,he usually only has sex 2-3 times a week. Since he’s a nudist he’s learned how to control his body therefore he knows how to handle not having sex all the time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He stays up for about 10 minutes, usually just to make sure you are okay before he’s out like a light

#aib smut #kyuma ginji #ginji kyuma #alice in borderland

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happyandticklish · 2 years

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Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Notes: I was supposed to be working on tickletober and instead I wrote an entire Sandman fic, so I hope you guys enjoy the labor of my procrastination~

Summary: Morpheus breaks his own policy to visit Hob’s dreams.

It was a common argument Death and Dream had—whether or not he controlled the dreams. Each and every time, Death insisted he did; how else could you explain his ability to travel between them, his intuitions about what dreams would be before they had even taken place, his knowledge of where to go inside a human’s psyche to find whatever amusement he wanted for the night? And each and every time, Morpheus replied with the same thing.

“I do not control their whims, sister, I’ve simply learned to attune myself to their presence.”

Sometimes he could change a dream. He did that on occasion, when passing through nightmares on his walks. A simple flick of the wrists and a sprinkling of sand, and a fang-toothed monster would melt into an innocent rabbit hopping through a field. However, the dream itself, the original, unmorphed version, was all theirs.

That was part of what made them so fascinating. Each dream was a collection of a human’s thoughts, an unfiltered stream of consciousness strung together into a storyline. Fear, desire, hope, all blending together in one big melting pot. They rarely made sense, but if you were experienced enough with the dream realm as Morpheus, it wasn’t difficult to locate the central thought connecting all the strings.

Tonight, he was exploring someone’s mind that, as of the past several centuries or so, he had determined to stay out of. It had felt like cheating to go inside Hob’s dreams. He was worried he might influence them and thus ruin the bet made so long ago. Or that had been his excuse at first anyways. But after countless meetings with the man, Morpheus had stayed out for more personal reasons. It irked him enough to hear Hob recounting his exploits on earth, the adventures, the woman—and the men, which Morpheus always took quiet note of—and he had no desire to face a more honest, graphic version of that in his head.

He wasn’t sure why he had gone tonight. Curiosity, maybe. Or perhaps the way Hob’s lip had quirked the last time he saw him, his eyes sparkling when Morpheus first walked in. It was the same glance a man greets the sun with, fascination and awe all at the same time. Though Morpheus had just recently accustomed to the idea of being friends, it was possible Hob had already moved beyond that.

Morpheus’s insides furled anxiously at the thought. He had engaged in human relationships before, but this felt different. None of those had ever been permanent. After all, human’s lives were fleeting and gone almost as soon as they had begun. That wasn’t the case with Hob. There would be no escape if things turned out poorly. Not to mention the bet would be ruined. Meeting with your ex every hundred years seemed more like a chore than a fun gamble.

He tried not to think about any of that as he slipped into Hob’s dreams, the points of his shoes falling softly on carpet. Dreams were fickle things. There was no guarantee Hob was even thinking about him. He almost hoped he wasn’t, if only so his excursions would feel less invasive.

It was dark in the dream, but the kind of dark that’s cast by the shadows of light. He weaved between desks and chairs and piles of papers and junk stacked precariously. Hob’s house, possibly. The further into the house he went, the cleaner things became, as if Hob was trying to subconsciously make things nicer for him. At the end of a long hallway was a door, smooth and shined like he’d only just bought it—which certainly couldn’t be true, if the mess was anything to go by. Maybe not his house then. A dream house. A wish for what his house could be.

Morpheus’s attention was dragged away from the door by the sound coming from behind it. It was muffled at first, and he couldn’t be sure, but as he leaned in closer, the sound became more distinct. Laughter. It was sillier than the soft chuckles he was greeted with in the tavern, or the uproarious bark he let out whenever Morpheus managed to finally find a joke to amuse him (usually he was the joke, according to Hob—he would’ve been insulted, but Hob always managed to make it sound like a compliment). This, however, was less of a laugh and more of a stutter, a looping, giggly thing that seemed to stop all at once before starting up again just as suddenly.

There was an addicting quality to it, and Morpheus found himself transfixed, cemented on the wood panel by the door. The laughter was growing too, becoming anxious—desperate. It wasn’t a quality laughter usually held, and Morpheus decided to blame his reasoning for opening the door on that concern.

Inside was a bedframe, carved from intricate panels of wood with a velvet canopy hanging over the top of it. It was startingly ornate, possibly as it was the only object in the room. Aside from that bed, the rest of the room was sketched together; he could tell that the walls and ceiling existed, but they seemed to dart away from his gaze whenever he glanced upon them. The only certainty was the creaking floorboards under his feet and the bed, which illuminated a flickering silhouette under its veil. Most likely Hob. Most people’s dreams tended to revolve entirely around themselves, or at the very least feature them as a supporting character.

The laughter was louder now, clearly coming from the figure on the bed whose shadow writhed and twisted as if he were under attack, despite their solitude. Morpheus closed his eyes momentarily, allowing his feet to hover so as not to make a noise as he drifted over to the bed, gently pulling back the curtain.

The first thing he noticed were the feathers.

A gentle pink like the glow of a sunrise, they flitted about Hob’s form, curling against ribs, behind knees, teasing at the crook of his neck. There must have been at least a hundred, all swarming Hob in an unrelenting attack that explained the copious squirming from before. Though he wasn’t bound by anything physical, it was almost as if the dream itself was holding him back; allowing each clumsy grab at a feather to miss; each attempt to slide off the bed met with a flurry of feathers brushing against his foot that had him scrambling back on it again. His head was thrown back in a stream of wheezing giggles that sounded distinctly un-Hob-like in nature. There was a brilliant flush to his cheeks.

It looked as though he had been laughing for years.

Also noticeable was the lack of clothing. Not naked, his dream had permitted him the decency of a pair of shorts, thin and loose and easy for feathers to dart inside to sweep along inner thighs.

Still. It was far more skin than Morpheus had ever witnessed on the man, and he felt a strange heat rising to his cheeks.

Everything about this felt wrong. Here Hob was, splayed out and vulnerable and clearly indulging himself in what appeared to an odd but fascinating fantasy, and all Morpheus could do was stand and watch, like his own body had forgotten how to move.

He should leave.

He should really, really leave.

Hob was warbling out quiet pleas, threats and promises and exclamations, as he attempted to protect even a small part of himself from the unrelenting attack. And thus far, he was succeeding in that somewhat. His arms were clamped firmly to his sides, his legs cricketing together to try to shove the damned things off of him.

Morpheus had never given much thought to tickling in his time, but he knew the rudimentary basics of it. He was fairly certain feathers alone were not meant to have such a strong effect. It was possible either Hob was the exception or he was purposefully manipulating the dream to make things worse for himself.

Either option sent a dark flush spreading across Morpheus’s cheeks for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. He watched as several of the feathers attempted to wiggle under his arms, largely unsuccessfully. Curiosity teased at the back of Morpheus’s brain as he wondered whether the spot truly was as bad as Hob was making it out to be. And then—

Hob’s arm lifted. Or no. Hob’s arm was jerked above his head, stretched in an invisible grip that left his torso taut and vulnerable. Dream Hob’s eyes widened, a brief flickering of awareness entering them as if he realized even in this confusing dream world that that was not supposed to happen. In the next second however, that look was dashed by dozens of feathers darting to the area they had been so furiously trying to reach, and sending Hob into new levels of hysterics. He tugged frantically at his arm, but it refused to budge no matter how much strength he exerted. His other arm stepped in to save him and cover the area the former could not, but in the next second that arm too was tugged over his head.

The sound Hob let out could only be described as a squeal, a frantic, pitchy cry of someone who’s reaching their limit.

Morpheus’s eyes widened and he glanced down at his sandbag, normally secured in his pocket. Still there. And yet. Morpheus had definitely changed the dream just then. He was now the reason for the panicked delight etched across Hob’s features.

Which meant…

Cautiously, Morpheus concentrated on the dream once more, thinking about the outcome he desired. Immediately, both of Hob’s ankles were gripped by air, dragged gently to either end of the bedframe. Though uncertain of its cause, the feathers were ecstatic for these sudden changes in scenery, leaping on the unsuspecting man. Hob yelped before his face scrunched up in a giggly protest as they swirled around his thighs, free to tease the skin all they wanted now.

Morpheus’s heart thumped unsteadily in his chest as he watched the scene evolve, watched all of Hob’s energy that he had before spent on squirming get transferred into howls of laughter. He had never seen Hob like this. He’d always seemed so in control, so confident, even at times when life had dealt him an unfair hand for one of their many centuries. He had never before seen such a crazed, helpless look in his eyes. The only thing that remained the same was the brightness to his gaze, like he was still having fun despite everything, despite how much he clearly wished to curl up and allow himself even an ounce of relief.

They remained like that for several minutes—hours? Days? Time was a funny thing in the dream world—Hob, a madman in the throes of delight, and Morpheus, his captive audience, before the dream changed once more. This time it was Hob’s subconscious that had done the work as the thoughts echoing through his mind shifted and twisted into something new.

Slowly, the feathers dissipated, wilting off of the bed and underneath it, like they had never existed in the first place. Hob was not left alone, however. In their stead was a figure, kneeling on the bed and tracing their own fingers over ribs and under arms, scratching gently at the divots in his hips. Hob’s laughter had taken on a giddy excitement, almost shy in nature, as he glanced up at his new tormentor. Morpheus did the same, curious as to what had caused this sudden shift in Hob.

Only to see himself, dressed just as he was now, the only difference being that his coat had been shed for ease of access. He watched the phantom Morpheus trace patterns over Hob’s skin, smile down at him in a way Morpheus could not remember smiling at anyone. Hob’s laughter transformed into a blissful giggle as he breathed out his name— “Dream.”

Morpheus froze. He couldn’t breathe. He did not need to breathe, but the memory of how one did it had escaped him as he watched the tense scene unfold.

It was interesting to see one’s dream self. It was never an exact copy of a person, but rather how the dreamer viewed them. Morpheus was not unaware that among the human world his looks were considered to be of a handsome variety, but through Hob’s eyes he looked practically breathtaking. Every detail was magnified; colors were brighter, his hair looked softer, his gestures graceful and smooth. Morpheus wondered if that was how everyone saw him or if it was merely Hob.

The dream version of himself seemed unconcerned with Morpheus’s inner crisis, instead moving to slot his thumb under Hob’s bottom rib as if he had been doing it all his life. Hob yelped, thrashing against the bonds, but not to escape. If anything, he seemed more content to suffer this torment than that of the feathers, but far more nervous. His laughter seemed to come from that more than anything as he melted under the dream’s gaze.

A thousand questions raced through Morpheus’s mind. Is that what Hob wanted? To be tickled? Like this? By him?

Was this a dream or a nightmare, a wish or a dread for the future? It all seemed so intimate in that moment. Dream Morpheus’s touch was tender, loving, clearly smitten with the man on the bed, and Hob answered him in kind with glittering smiles that seemed to stretch almost to the ceiling. He had seen Hob look like that on a few occasions before, usually when curled up with lovers in bars or in his own bed with children surrounding them and begging for a story (his sister had always accused him of spying on Hob, claiming he was trying to ruin the bet; Morpheus would much rather she believed that reasoning than the truth of why he did it).

Morpheus did not dare assume this was love. A crush perhaps. A silly infatuation that would fade in time.

Still.

It was nice to see such a beautiful expression directed at him, even if the him in question was a hallucination.

He probably would have stayed longer had he not felt the splinters cracking along the walls, indicating the dream was coming to an end—Hob was waking up.

In an instant, Morpheus was gone, secure once again in the halls of his palace. It was quiet when he arrived, indicating Lucien was probably off dealing with other matters of the realm. He was grateful for the privacy as he sunk into one of the chairs littered around the bookshelves. He couldn’t seem to stop smiling no matter how much he tried to arrange his features into something professional.

Briefly, he entertained the idea of telling Hob what he had seen, but that idea was dismissed almost immediately. Hob had inquired before whether he had ever gone into his dreams and Morpheus had always replied with an honest no.

The relief Hob had experienced then was answer enough about what his reaction would be if Morpheus confessed he had seen this particular dream.

More than anything, telling him would mean Morpheus would have to confess what he had seen, which would mean admitting that he knew of Hob’s feelings for him. There would be no way to continue their meetings without talking about what that meant for them, and Morpheus wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready for that conversation.

He leaned back in his chair to distract himself while images of Hob calling out his name, a laugh on his tongue, danced in his mind.

That day, he made an oath to leave Hob’s dreams alone, if not for Hob, then to give himself some peace of mind.

It wasn’t a promise he kept for very long.

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