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benkeibear · 1 year

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☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Inupi

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ WARNINGS: afab!reader, Switch Inupi, mentions of anal, blood and toys, pegging, mentions of being shared

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

ꕤ He‘s really soft with you, wanting to be close and rest his head on your lap or chest as you play with his hair.

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

ꕤ Inupi really has a thing for his eyes and his abs. Can’t even tell you why, he’s just proud of himself to be this trained

ꕤ On you he likes your hands the most because they’re so soft and you always touch him so gentle

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

ꕤ His cum is very milky and thin, doesn’t cum too much

ꕤ prefers to release on your face or over your buttcheeks

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

ꕤ He offered Koko to have you or be shared so he can finally forget about Akane and showed him just how pretty you are when you’re on all fours, cunt eager to be filled

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

ꕤ He wasn’t really experienced except for the few porn videos he watched, never really interested in Sex before

ꕤ But he’s very eager to learn what you like and discovers new kinks he likes

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ doggy is his all time favorite, be it for him or for you, especially if you spread for cheeks for him to give him a perfect view on both holes

ꕤ Also a big fan of Cowgirl, missionary is happening when he feels especially intimate

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

ꕤ Hes rather serious in the moment but sometimes he lets out small chuckles if the situation is a bit funny

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

ꕤ He trims his small bush every 2 weeks, doesn’t like to be completely bare but also doesn’t want to just let it grow

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

ꕤ He’s very romantic most of the times because Sex is something super intimate to him and new

ꕤ after a while he also starts to fuck you senseless to get rid o negative emotions but he’s always careful to listen to you and if you enjoy it

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ Used to do it every once in a while, never had the big need to do it, maybe once every 2-3 weeks

ꕤ now he only does it if you ask him to because you wanna watch, otherwise he sees no need to since you two have sex

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ BLOOD KINK, pegging, mommy kink, praise kink

ꕤ if you count anal as a kink, then that too

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ Everywhere around the apartment, doesn’t matter where

ꕤ most of the times you two end up on the bed or on the floor

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

ꕤ When you express that you need him, not only in the sexual sense. He just likes to feel needed

ꕤ also when you talk about bikes with him, uts really hot to him when a woman knows something about that

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

ꕤ Non-con. Consent is too important for him

ꕤ hitting you, spanking is okay but he would never slap you on your face or anywhere that’s not your butt

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

ꕤ He prefers to receive, having you sit between his legs while you suck him off at a slow pace

ꕤ He does eat you out but he’s scared to fuck it up so you have to ask and constantly praise / reassure him

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

ꕤ He’s more slow with long strokes to feel each drag past your plush walls

ꕤ Always ends up jackhammering into you when he gets close, tends to get needy then

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

ꕤ Sometimes when you come to D&D motors he can’t help it to drag you to the bathroom when Draken isn’t watching

ꕤ otherwise he prefers to take his time

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

ꕤ He would like to try out everything you suggest

ꕤ Otherwise he’s not really into taking risks, doesn’t want to get caught doing the deed with you

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

ꕤ He lasts a good 2-3 rounds but they’re not too long, always gets you to cum before you two even start the main part

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

ꕤ He didn’t own any before but now you two have 2 drawers full, mostly Vibrators, Dildos and Strap ons

ꕤ likes to use them on you and have them used on himself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ If he starts teasing you, you’re in a long ride, edges you quite a lot so you ave a very intense orgasm

ꕤ Likes to be teased as well, especially if you use a vibrator on his tip

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

ꕤ He was very quiet until you made him feel more comfortable to let out his moans

ꕤ now you get to hear desperate moans, whining out your name and high pitched moss when he’s close

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

ꕤ he was very open about wanting to be pegged, already having used his fingers on himself before but he wanted you to fuck him

ꕤ Almost screamed when you pushed the strap in for the first time, dick leaking all over your sheets

ꕤ it didn’t need long to give him his first prostate orgasm, wanting more and more of it

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

ꕤ His cock is a decent 6 inch with a slight curve to the left, cut tip that’s a soft pink

ꕤ doesn’t have too much girth, lays comfortable in your hand and doesn’t hurt when he’s pushing himself inside

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

ꕤ Not too high, once every 1-2 weeks is enough for him

ꕤ but he can go daily if you want to, f he doesn’t feel like it he would still help you to get off or eat you out

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ if you went more than one round he falls asleep almost instantly after cleaning up

ꕤ otherwise he likes to watch a movie with you while cuddling, falling asleep before the movie ends

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #inui x reader #inupi x reader #Inui smut #inupi smut #inui seishu #tokyo revengers inui #repost ♡

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starsarefire824 · 1 year

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Byler but they're snowed in and it's cold and they *haven't figured out* they like each other and they have to share a quilt and maybe it's quiet or they're watching a film and neither of them says anything until one of them just fucking snaps

Will shivers when an icy draft pours in from the thin glassed window of the new house his mom is renting. Well, new to the Byers family anyway. He thinks the house must be at least fifty years older than his other house, but it definitely looks nicer. It’s closer to the center of town and almost pretty with wood floors and intricate trim on the stairwell. There’s even a pretty brick fireplace in the living room, which made Will grin ear to ear when they first came to see it. However, the landlord told them once they moved in never to light it unless they wanted to burn the place down. And so it sits there taunting him with being cozy, its mantle still decorated for Christmas even though it’s February. Will thinks he should probably just take the stuff down himself. His mom has been working a lot to make up for the cost of Christmas, and he’s been helping out more around the house since Jonathan went to college to keep it in order.

He watches the snow fall in heavy, round plops. It’s piling up unbelievably fast and the news said that it would continue well into the night. His mom already told him she was leaving her car at Melvaud’s and staying the night at Hop’s cabin. Her and El were going to watch A Room With a View. He could hear Hop already complaining about it in the background. Will frowns as a wind gust makes snow swirl around the side of the house and he can barely see to the end of the driveway. “I don’t know, Mike. I’m not sure you’re going home.” He eyes Mike’s bike that’s thrown haphazardly on the front lawn, quickly disappearing.

Mike pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth, his eyes looking past Will out the window. He smiles out of one side of his mouth. “Yeaaaaah. I already called my Mom while you were in the bathroom. She told me she would come get me in the morning, but that she’s not driving in this.”

Will nods and heads back towards the couch, staring at the TV as the credits to the movie they just watched float across the screen. There’s an ancient, ugly heater sitting next to it that keeps the living room a little warmer than the rest of the house. His Mom refused to turn the heat up past 66 during the day and a biting 55 at night. Instead she gets propane from Hopper and when Will complains she just tells him to get another sweater. He currently has his thickest wool socks he could find on and he can still feel the floorboards beneath his feet, his toes stiff with the cold. And he’s noticed that Mike hasn’t removed his knit cap from his head since he got here three hours ago. He’s also currently sitting under a huge old quilt his grandmother had knitted a thousand years ago. It’s thinned and frayed in some places, but still heavy and thick enough and…..big enough for them to share.

Will folds his arms across his chest, plopping himself heavily onto the couch. He tugs at the blanket, sighing with relief as he feels Mike’s body heat beneath it.

“Hey!” Mike complains, tugging it back towards himself. Will just smiles and then sticks his feet along Mike's thigh, gently pushing until they’re underneath him. Mike hisses. “Jesus Will! I can feel your toes through your fucking socks!”

Will blushes, ears burning as he objects, his voice cracking embarrassingly. “What! I’m cold.” He pulls the blanket up towards his chin, letting it fall comfortably around his shoulders.

“You’re always cold!” Mike exclaims, but he doesn’t move away from his touch and something about that makes Will’s heart flutter. He shoves Mike a little with his foot. “Well we can’t all be furnaces like you, Mike.”

Mike shrugs, “Yeah well—-” he starts to argue, then trails off when he catches Will’s eye. He peeks at him after examining the mostly empty bowl of popcorn in his lap.

An awkward beat passes between them and Will glances toward the television. “Soo—what do you want to do? We could play a game or watch another movie? We still have The Lost Boys and Full Metal Jacket. Robin said Full Metal Jacket is really good.”

Mike lets out a little breath and nods gently. “Yeah. I’d like that.” But his voice is softer than before and his eyes dart towards him again and Will doesn’t understand why he looks so terrified. Mike’s mouth softens around something he wants to say, but then he freezes for a second. That’s when Will feels the air shift in the room—now grown heavy and his heart isn’t fluttering anymore. It pounds heavily in his chest when Mike’s gaze has grown serious and focused- just staring at his lap. Will's breath catches when Mike’s hand moves beneath the quilt and oh so tentatively lets his fingers slide up the back of Will’s calf. He bites his bottom lip and his eyes flash up to Will, as if he’s forcing himself to make eye contact. They are questioning and scared and—--wanting in a way Will has never seen before. Or maybe it’s just that Will has never let himself see that flush across Mike’s face before.

Will sits frozen, pressed deep into the couch as he allows Mike to slide his fingers up and up further, excruciatingly slow as they flutter over his knee and towards his thigh. He breathes out heavily, “Mike—” his friend’s name hitches in his throat. It’s a question. It’s a warning. It says: don’t do this to me, unless you really mean it.

Because this. This thing is something that has only ever lived in Will’s daydreams and late at night hidden under the sheets of his bed. This is something that’s only ever lived inside a glance that lasts far too long or a touch at his hip that is too tender. It’s only ever lived in their strange jealous arguments when one wasn’t paying the other enough attention or when they sat up late on Friday nights chatting about “When we” and “We’ll go here when we’re older” —talking as if they would always be together when deep down none of it was realistic. ‘Cause eventually there’d be wives (at least for Mike anyway) and mortgages and jobs that took them to separate states. Eventually—they’d be someone they called on the phone and got to see at the Wheeler’s Christmas party once a year. And maybe they’d drink a little too much wine on those nights and sneak into the old elementary school’s playground, maybe they’d hug too long and Will would allow himself the tiny pleasure of letting his eyes linger on the way Mike’s lips parted as they stared at each other, their breath a mixed up cloud between them.

And that would be enough. Will could let it be enough.

But not this. If Mike did this. Then none of that would ever be enough. Will could never not have him. After this, his heart would tear in two and he'd shatter into a million little pieces.

A heavy wave of unwelcome emotion floods over Will then. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks in a shaky breath.

“Will–” Mike sighs. And then he’s shifting his hips towards him, the bowl of popcorn clattering loudly onto the floor. Will’s eyes shoot open and he watches in awe, in terror, in disbelief as Mike is suddenly reaching for him, blanket thrown half off and tangled between their bodies. He gently grips the inside of Will’s knee, making space for himself between his legs. A little wine catches in Will’s throat as Mike’s on top of him, his hands are in his hair and sliding along his jaw and Will is so overwhelmed he can’t think of anything but him. He feels the tears sliding down his face and catching on his ears as he closes his eyes when Mike’s lips meet his. Will can’t help but smile into his mouth as he kisses him. His kiss is filled with all the things Mike’s never said. It makes Will’s heart swell with happiness and his entire body quivers in anticipation and he thinks that maybe Mike never really had to be good with words at all. He thinks that maybe he was saving it all for this very moment. And it makes Will think for the very first time that whatever this is between them, whatever has lived buried deep and warm beneath the surface of their friendship, might now be able to grow into what it was always meant to be. Maybe those “when we” and “let’s go here” dreams weren’t so unrealistic after all. The thought of that sends a happy warmth through him that spreads through his chest down to the tips of his toes like wildfire. Will relaxes into Mike, wraps his fingers around the back of his neck and pulls his best friend closer.

#byler #stranger things #writing prompt #mike wheeler #will byers #mike x will #hope you like anon :)#send me writing prompts!

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moonlit-reveriee · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet

ft. technoblade

concept: a collection of my own personal nsfw headcanons for techno, one for each letter of the alphabet

@saturnsstufff ‘s discord saw it first ;)

A = Aftercare

I like the idea that techno actually gets very clingy after sex. He’ll get up and grab a glass of water or a towel if either of you need it, but if he’s able to, he’ll stay glued to your side the whole time. Even if he won’t admit it, he needs to have that intimacy after sex. He loves the feeling of your body pressed against his as you both cool down. Usually, his hands will be absentmindedly drawing patterns over your skin

B = Body part

Kind of an oddly specific one, but he loves your shoulders. He loves to casually rest his chin on them as he holds you from behind, and bury his face in the crook of your neck as he presses heated kisses on your pulse point. He also considers the way a person carries their shoulders to be an indication of their strength, and how could he see anything but strength in you.

He hadn’t put much thought into his own body before meeting you. He’s learned to love parts of himself because of you. Particularly his scars. They way you gently run your fingers across the rough surface of them, in both intimate and casual settings, made him crave the touch. Now when he looks at them, he thinks of your hands moving across his skin

C = Cum

Fun fact: pigs have 30 minute orgasms

Early on in your sexual relationship, he was very embarrassed by just how much of it there always was. But once you started praising him for it, that became a very different story. He started to take pride in how well he could completely fill you up without even trying

D = Dirty Secret

He would probably never admit it to you, but it’s become a habit of his to think about the last time he had sex with you during battles. He starts to make sure you two always have sex the night before a big fight, so his mind can wander back to it during the haze of battle. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism or what but it certainly helps

E = Experience

You are his first ever sexual partner, but somehow he just.... already knows what he’s doing?? He’s very nervous and considerate the first time, but he does everything perfectly. Once you tell him that, he’s very happy and secretly a bit proud of himself

F = Favourite Position

He loooves to have you in his lap. Either facing him, back to chest, it doesn’t matter. He’ll do everything with you in his lap. Cockwarming, fingering, thigh riding, anything you and him are physically able to do in that position

G = Goofy

He’s usually a bit more on the serious side. Sometimes the two of you will quip at each other during foreplay, but once he gets going, it’s all business. In the moment, he likes to treat is as something special (doesn’t mean he won’t tease you about things after the fact)

H = Hair

He likes to keep himself clean-shaven most of the time. When he’s relaxed and doesn’t have to go to any public events for a long period of time, he’ll let a small amount of stubble grow on his chin. You can always tell when he slacks off on it, cause the stubble on his face brushes roughly against your skin as he kisses down your body...

he doesn’t really shave much below the neck, but he keeps it clean and trims occasionally

I = Intimacy

He’s surprisingly romantic when he wants to be. It’s definitely a side of him only you’re allowed to see. Alone together in his bed, he’ll whisper sweet nothings to you as he slowly draws you to your climax. Even when he’s speaking the most lewd and naughty things to you, he somehow makes them sound affectionate and full of love

J = Jack Off

He loves to watch you masturbate. The first time was a complete accident. He came home late one night to find you curled up with his blankets, breathing heavily as you massaged yourself over your underwear. It wasn’t long before you noticed him in the doorway and jumped, worthlessly attempting to hide what you were doing. He wasn’t sure if it was the blush on your face or the fact that the blanket you chose to cover yourself in was his cape but something urged him to sit on the edge of the bed, still in his armor, and ask you to continue. It was beautiful to simply sit there and watch

K = Kink

He’s a little bit possessive. He loves to mark you in subtle ways so you always remember that you’re his. Especially if you’re going on a trip without him. He’ll drape you in gold jewelry and leave a hickey just out of sight on your neck for good measure. The part that he loves the most about it though, is that you know exactly what he’s doing and show off his signs of possession with pride

L = Location

He prefers to keep most of your sexual acts to the area in and around his cottage. Other than in bed, he loves to press you up against a wall. Sometimes you two get distracted while tending to the farms and end up heatedly making out in the snow. One time, you decide you wanted to lay out some blankets on the floor and do it right in front of the fireplace. He adored the way the firelight danced across your skin. (He’s thought about taking you down to the syndicate room and laying you out across the table. But he came to the unfortunate conclusion that during meetings, he’d never be able to look anyone straight in the eyes ever again. So he’s shelved that idea for the time being. Maybe once the group has disbanded...)

M = Motivation

He loves to be praised by you. During regular day-to-day life, he doesn’t like to accept any compliments from you, usually just brushing them off or responding with a joke. But when you two are alone together and intimate, he drinks that shit up. How can he not believe it when you look up and him with lidded eyes and tell him just how good he makes you feel. Just moaning against his lips as he kisses you is enough to keep him going for a while

N = NO

He will never do anything that involves seeing your own blood. It sets off the voices too much. One day, you randomly got a nosebleed while cooking dinner together. He could smell it before he even saw it. When the voices recognized the deep red color dripping down your face, they wouldn’t stop chanting. He tried to help you clean up, but it became too much to ignore. He had to go out back and slaughter at least a dozen zombies before they shut up. And even then, he was left with a pounding headache. You were extra gentle and sweet with him when you cuddled up in bed together that night

O = Oral

If you’re on the receiving end, be prepared for him to be down there a looooong time. Once he gets his mouth on you, it’s hard for him to pull away. He loves your smell and taste too much. He tries not to get too carried away, but there was one time he made you come 5 times in a row with just his mouth. He was very thorough with his aftercare that night.

He isn’t the one receiving very often. He only really likes it when he’s tired. He loves to sit back in a chair and watch you gently suck him of on your knees in front of him, one hand gently weaving it’s way through your hair

P = Pace

I always imagine him on the slower side. He likes to savor every moment, making sure that every thrust or movement of his hand is intentional and perfectly placed. He takes time to watch you carefully to make sure you’re getting exactly what you need. He’ll go harder before he goes faster

Q = Quickie

As much as he loves to treasure your intimate time together, there are times where he just needs it. Every once and awhile, he’ll be desperate for it and quickly have you against the wall before heading out to run some errands. Sometimes he’ll pull you in, make you cum, and head out the door without saying a single word. He usually feels the need to make up for it when he returns, but you’ve assured him many times that you love sex with him at any pace

R = Risk

Since he’s still fairly inexperienced despite his skills, he’s not super adventurous himself. More often than not, you’re the one bringing new ideas to the relationship. He’s willing to try the new things you suggest. You’ve had a discussion about your limits, and you both understand what goes too far for each other

S = Stamina

He can go multiple times in a row if he wants to, and for a long time. He lowkey loves it when you tire out before him, and you let him keep going while you lie there sleepily in his arms

T = Toy

He doesn’t own any sex toys, but he likes to make sex toys out of everyday objects (as long as they’re safe and properly cleaned of course). He likes the idea of never being able to look at that object the same way again, especially if it’s something either of you use around the house frequently. He would get his hands on some actual toys if you wanted him to. If toys are involved, he prefers them to be used on you, not on him

U = Unfair

He likes to randomly tease you during moments that are absolutely not sexual. Maybe you’re brushing out his hair, complaining about the knots in it. He’ll suddenly respond with “that’s not what you told me in the bedroom last night” leaving you to sit there in shock while he laughs. Or he’ll quote things you said to him during sex completely deadpan and watch as the blush rises to your cheeks

V = Volume

He’s not extremely loud. When he is loud though, he growls. You’ll be able to feels his chest vibrating when you lean into him. Sometimes you can even feel the vibrations through his lips as he pleasures you with his mouth, which is an absolutely crazy and wonderful feeling.

During very domestic moments, he likes to talk a lot during sex. If he comes home from working all day, and he’s missing you greatly, he loves to tell you all about his day while his cock gently rocks inside of you

W = Wild Card

This part is definitely just gonna be me fulfilling one of my personal kinks, but I love the idea of techno going through a heat since he’s part piglin. Maybe it only happens like once a year, but when it’s that time, his senses are kicked into high gear and he’s desperate for you. The two of you have a routine for it by now. You prepare the bedroom by gathering every blanket in the house, and prepping a week’s worth of food & water that can be eaten quickly during the moments when techno’s haze of arousal drops. Once he feels it start to set in, he locks the bedroom door and allows his senses to become completely enveloped by you

X = X-Ray

I like to believe that a lot of the hybrid races are PACKING. It’s one of the many things he’s nervous about on your first time, but seeing the way your able to take him so well every time is such a turn on

Y = Yearning

Both you and him can be too tired to have sex at times, but if he’s able to have you, he’ll take everything he can get. He loves to take care of you if you’ve had a long day, and he knows you’ll do the same for him

Z = ZZZ

If it’s nighttime sex, he can pass out as soon as aftercare is over. But if it’s morning or midday, he can have sex and go about the rest of his day no problem. Since his orgasms are so long, he likes to make you cum more often than he does, and watching you cum invigorates him

#mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut #red:moon #c!techno

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espritmuse · 3 years

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—𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄—

⌕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lara Tybur from aot (x reader)

⌕ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut warning, mention of mommy kink, cum, hair pulling, semi public sex…

⌕ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hi guys <3 since you may know, Lara tybur is my new obsession… she’s just so pretty and mysterious, I’m in love. I always wanted to do a nsfw alphabet and I don’t think anyone made one about her already so here I am!! Reblogs are very much welcomed since she isn’t very popular in the fandom :(

—𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 - 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀—

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

The sweetest creature. She always takes her time with you, no matter who was in charge during intercourse. Most of the time, she runs a bath for both of you; she then sits behind you, her hands all over your chest protectively. She takes her time and helps you wash your delicate skin. After that she just goes to sleep on her bed, her body all over yours or, sometimes, she holds you in her sleep, just to feel even closer to your warmth.

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

Lara’s favourite part of her body is probably her breasts. They’re very soft, plump, and delicate, painted by the angels themselves. She loves when she finds the tip of your tongue all over them, your lips wrapped around her pink nipple, adoration in your eyes.

She probably prefers your face. Out of everything. She just loves it, the way your lips curve into a small smile at anytime of the day, the way your eyes shines when you notice something adorable, or even the way your gaze gets lost in hers whenever she’s talking about anything.

But also the way your features feels under her touch when her core is all over your face, when her mouth is agape, eyes watering thanks to the stimulation you’re giving her, legs fragile and almost trembling.

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

She’s such a dirty girl but she hides it very well. So, at first, she’ll pretend to hate it when you come undone all over her stomach but, too bad for her you had already noticed a glimpse of excitation in her eyes. Oh she loves it. So much. That’s why she adores when you ride her face, she can then have your wet pussy all over her mouth without any complaints.

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

Public sex. Or at least, semi-public sex. She loves the thrill of it, the excitation of feeling like you both could get caught in a minute if anyone opened the door, if anyone decided to turn in this poorly lit street… maybe that all she wants, someone seeing you and her like that.

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

I don’t think she’s very experimented. Her family is one of a kind. They're very strict and severe about her education and forbade her any misbehaving, including romantic relationships. But it’s for the better, now you can experiment everything with her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Face riding like I previously explained, she loves feeling your entirety beneath her, feeling your warmth and all your wetness, being the cause of your pleasure. The view is pretty nice too.

Missionary, this goes without saying, very basic but she just loves feeling you close to her at such a vulnerable moment, whenever it’s you or her on top. She may have a preference for when she’s under you, just so she can tease you more, caress your cheeks with her fingers or even digs her nails into your back when her pleasure is too much for her.

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

Serious, as always. But she likes when you tease her a bit and try to make her smile and laugh. Okay maybe she isn’t that serious.

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

Well trimmed. I think that she doesn’t really like when there is nothing down there but she doesn’t like a bush either. So yeah, she keeps it well trimmed and obliviously her hairs are dark brown/ blackish.

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

She loves whispering sweet nothings in your ears. Little “I love you”s hidden between two loud whimpers… Her lips are always all over yours, and her hand is always finding its way to yours too. She just feels better like that, her baby close to her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh, she used to do that a lot in her little bedroom. Since daddy and mommy never allowed her to do anything, she has to do it herself. But that was before you started sneaking in her room at night without her family knowing. Now she doesn’t need her fingers anymore, why would she? Yours are so much better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling, she’s always wearing this stupid bun, so you just love ripping off the hairband and grabbing all of her long dark brown locks in your fist when you hit from the back.

Mommy kink. The word probably slipped out of your mouth and you thought that it was the most embarrassing shit ever. No. She just smiled and continued what she was doing, calling you her little baby in your ears.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed. Yeah it’s basic but it’s her favourite. Comfy and convenient, any positions or almost are possible and she just feels better there. Or just her bedroom in general because she likes when you fuck her on her desk when she’s overworking <3

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

Her motivation is the little praises that escape your mouth when she fucks you to good as well as your melodious moans when she goes down on you. Nothing better for her than hearing all of that, feeling that she’s pleasuring you.

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

Anal. I really don’t think she’s into that at all. Or she’ll try maybe, if you really want to, but just once. An anal plug is her limit.

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

Oh God she loves giving. She’s very good with her mouth too, she relies on your pretty noises to know if she’s doing good or not. But don’t get her wrong, she also loves when you do it on her too, especially when you use both of your tongue and fingers.

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

Most of the time, she is slow and sensual. She likes taking her time on you, touching all of your soft skin, admiring your face when she’s on top…

But if you’re a bit rougher on her, she doesn’t really mind either, in fact, she secretly loves it.

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

She isn’t a big fan of them to be honest, like I said she prefers when things are unhurried, sensual etc.

It doesn’t mean that she’s totally against it tho, she loves when you grab her thighs to put them on the kitchen counter before playing a bit with her body <3

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

Except for public/semi-public sex, I don’t think that she’ll do too many risky things. Maybe she likes when you place your hand around her neck too.

Oh God yes and also she secretly likes when you threaten her to say everything to her parents (the fact that you sneak in her bedroom at night just to fuck her stupid) if she isn’t obedient. She’s a very well behaved puppy after that !

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

She can last very long, we may forget it but she’s very well trained, she’s a Titan after all… So yeah no stamina problem for her, she can go for a lot of rounds.

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

You’re the one who introduced toys to her, showing her proudly your pretty collection. She loves them, really. Her favourite is the strap on, of course, especially when you use it on her little pussy, she’s so sweet, all delighted to open her legs for you <3 She also likes using it on you, she likes penetrating you with a dildo when she eats you out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She likes to tease but not that much. Most of the time she’s doing it very very discreetly in public, sitting on your lap and moving her thighs together slowly just for your to notice, when she bends down to pick up something she has “accidentally” dropped just in front of you just so you can see the curve of her ass and a bit of her white lace lingerie.

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

Aw, she was so timid at first, too embarrassed to make any noises in front of you. But after some nights, you told her and taught her that it was okay, that you really wanted to hear her pretty moans. She was very happy and now, you have to be the one to remind her to keep quiet when she’s too loud.

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

She loves when you fuck her with her clothes on. When you just lift her skirt and slid her pantie to the side because you’re too excited to penetrate her. Bonus point if you do that on the wall, floor or anything that isn’t her bed.

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

I imagine her with very plump and round breasts, roseate nipples, and a toned stomach thanks to all of the training she had to go through. She doesn’t have a tiny pussy tho, it’s very cute, her inner lips are a bit long, only half covered by her outer lips.

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

Not too high nor too low honestly. She’s kinda needy when you don’t touch her for more than two days tho. She just loves doing it with you, she can’t get enough.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very very fast, once both of your bodies clean, she goes back to her bed and falls asleep. If you’re staying for the night (she always begs you to and honestly, how could you resist her.) she’ll try to stay awake a bit longer just so she can talk to you before you leave her the next morning.

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Chapter 12 - Muse

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Fluff, Rough Sex (Light but Consensual), Light Degradation, Role-play (Reader In French Maid Outfit), Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Making Out With Gojo, NSFW, Unprotected Sex

Summary: You keep your promise to Gojo and the two of you enjoy a little bit of roleplaying.

A/N: I know it's been a while since I posted last. Here is the updated chapter (she is kind of long) and it's basically 5% plot where everything else is smut. I have been reading this same thing for over a week and spent most of today editing, so I hope it's fine! Please keep in mind again that I do not have a beta, and will highly miss a lot of things or even misspell them. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Requests are still open! I currently write for Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna and Choso. Please make sure I can see your age on your profile, otherwise you will be ignored (minors dni)

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(Three Years Ago)

“Looks like someone is being spoiled…”

You glanced around your apartment that has been completely decorated in flowers. You started grinning like an idiot thinking of Haru’s promise to give you a garden before replying, “ it’s a long story... ”

“ Soo , things worked out after the failed anniversary dinner?” Gojo questioned, noticing the way you shyly bit your bottom lip as you returned your attention back onto the T.V. screen.

“ Yes, they did …” you answered casually, still holding that pretty smile on your lips. You were clicking the button on the remote as you switched between movies to pick one to watch for the evening. “I don’t think I gave you the full update…”

Gojo took a sip of his melon soda, before leaning back comfortably against your couch. “No you did not. Last time we spoke you told me you were going away for the weekend. So tell me, how did prince charming work his way back into your good graces?”

Hakone , the weekend getaway; memories of you and Haru’s trip flooded back to your mind. The onsen experience, strolling through nature by day, visiting art galleries and losing sleep at night just to make love…

“It was… perfect.” you whispered breathlessly, your heart skipping a beat after you gave Gojo the brief explanation.

“ How romantic… ” the sorcerer replied, doing little to hide the hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, nudging your elbow playfully into his stomach. “Don’t be such a killjoy…”

From behind his dark frames, Gojo was reading your body language when you spoke. He pressed his lips together, not wanting to take away the happiness you were basking in and burying the thought that lingered his mind.

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked again, his eyes glued onto you as he patiently waited for your reply.

Your cheeks went warm and your reaction was to adorably bury your face into the palm of your hands, desperately trying to fight off the butterflies swarming in your stomach. You leaned back on the couch next to your friend, dropping your hands down by your sides as you tilted your neck to face him.

“ Hopelessly so… ”

Gojo swallowed hard, a sinking sensation pummeled through his gut upon hearing your words. Your eyes flickered when you noticed how his expression hardened but he quickly switched to a big grin.

“As long as you’re happy … ” he reassured, giving you a thumbs up.

“I am, very much so …”

“ Good!” Gojo replied, but the word tasted sour in his mouth and he quickly changed the subject. “Now let’s get back to picking our movie…”

What the hell am I supposed to do now? he thought to himself, the disappointment weighing heavy on his heart.

I can’t tell her yet…

I’ll just have to wait...

(Present)

Gojo was exhausted. His day was tiresome and everything seemed to be getting on his last nerves. His morning started off on a bad note thanks to the higher ups. Itadori Yuji swallowing one of Sukuna’s fingers was not what he expected but now he had a problem on his hands involving the life of another teenager.

A talented kid at that, Itadori definitely had potential...

Gojo was good at hiding his frustrations from his students, and even from some of his peers. However, the minute he stepped into the lobby of his apartment building, the weight of his day came crashing down on his shoulders. He exited the elevator, slowly making his way over towards his apartment door but paused for a second before entering inside the safe haven of his home.

He immediately sensed your presence.

You called him earlier when he was at the school, asking if you could stop by his place to pick up something that you had forgotten.

“Just ask the security to let you in, I’ll give them a heads up and inform them... ” Gojo distractedly replied before ending the call.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly to himself, thinking that maybe you decided to stick around and hang out at his place.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, as he stepped through the threshold of his front door. “Did you really miss me that mu-uhhhhhh…”

Gojo dropped his keycard on the floor, his mouth agape as he took in the sight of you standing before him. His heart literally stopped beating for a whole second and the sorcerer found himself frozen in the entrance of his living room.

“ Gojo-san,” you purred, turning your heel from the large glass window you were wiping and smiling as you faced him directly. “ You’re home...”

Catching the great Gojo Satoru by surprise was something rare but you managed to do it with ease because he always had his guard down around you.

Gojo admired the outfit you were wearing. Your black dress was short, very short, with the bodice buttoned all the way up to your neck and little puffy sleeves covering your shoulders. The white apron you were wearing over it was trimmed with little frills, matching the detailing along the collar. His mouth went dry when he reached your legs covered in a pair of stockings but he noticed the single garter wrapped around your thigh adorned with a tiny bow. You were wearing black pointed high heels to match the ensemble, adding a decent amount of inches to your height. The cherry on top was the white silky headband that was pulling back your beautiful hair.

Gojo had given up on your promise weeks ago, thinking there was no possible way you might actually follow through with his idea.

Yet, here you were , dressed up in a french maid outfit.

You placed the cloth in your hand in the basket on your floor. Your heels clicking against the wooden surface and echoing around his quiet penthouse apartment as you approached him, holding your head high as you confidently nestled into the role you were playing.

You gripped his attention, but couldn’t see how shocked he was from behind his dark sunglasses. As you stood in front of him you bent down to pick up the key card before elegantly standing upright and holding it up to his face.

“You dropped this,” you stated quite matter of factly, batting your lashes at him innocently.

The man had been rendered speechless.

You raised your brow as the seconds passed, waiting for Gojo to say... something.

He could sense your heart beat increase, as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other and you nervously glanced away from his direction. You dropped the act for a minute as you placed your hands around your waist to look down at the outfit you were wearing.

“ Uhm … did I do this wrong ? This is the only outfit I could find online that was even close to the idea you had and it took weeks to actually get here. I can...I can try to find another dress if this isn’t what you li-”

Gojo cupped your face in his hands, interrupting your comment and tilting your head up so you were looking at him as he snapped himself out of the trance you seemed to have put him under.

“No! No, no no …you look… fuck… you just caught me by surprise…” he replied, a wave of excitement rushing through him as he stumbled over his words. He proceeded to lower his sunglasses so you were met with azure eyes, softening his gaze as a cheeky grin spread across his gorgeous face. “You look ...perfect…”

He stretched out that last word, ensuring to savour every part of you. Your face grew warm but you couldn’t help but smirk with approval that all your hard efforts into this costume worked their magic on your friend.

“Really?” you questioned in a hopeful tone, reaching for his wrist and giving him a squeeze. “I’m glad! You worried me for a second…”

Gojo leaned forward to kiss you, the heavy weight he bore when he stepped into his home dissipating as he tasted you on his tongue. Once he had his fill of you, he broke away from the kiss before casually walking backwards and instructing, “don’t mind me, I’m just going to step out for a second so we can properly start this over…”

You giggled before turning around and making your way back to your position next to his window. Gojo noticed your white slip peak from under your skirt, and he gently bit down on his knuckle unable to contain his own anticipation.

This is going to be fun, he thought.

When he stepped back inside his apartment it was with a totally different demeanor. He cleared his throat as he made his way over, noticing your face playfully light up before repeating your initial greeting:

“ Gojo-san, you’re home... ”

***

One hour.

You had the man stirring for an entire hour.

Gojo didn’t think you would take this as seriously as you did but you were putting on a performance for him.

At first he sat in the living room, watching you mindlessly wipe his spotless windows and bending over ever so slightly for him to peep under your skirt. He impatiently tapped his finger against his thigh, knowing full well that he was not allowed to touch you unless you touched him first .

That was the rule you both agreed on.

When Gojo realised that you weren’t planning on giving in so easily, he used the moment as an opportunity to change out of his uniform but that didn’t stop you from being a tease.

While he was in his room, he switched to a pair of comfortable sweatpants and just as he was about to slip on his hoodie, you barged into his bedroom.

“ I’m sorry to intrude…” you announced innocently, sauntering your way over with your eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles and lifting up his half-filled laundry basket. “ I just needed to wash these…”

Gojo pressed his tongue to his cheek, shaking his head at you as he moved to his drawer to replace his shades with his blindfold, knowing full well you were going to draw this out for as long as you can.

Maybe this is payback…

Gojo returned to the living room, his eyes fixated on the television screen as a way to distract himself from you.

After you did a few meaningless chores, you picked up the feather duster from your equipment basket and directed yourself into his line of sight. You began to “ dust ” off his shelves, swaying your hips deliberately from side to side as you walked in front of him.

“ I hope you don’t mind me in your way, Gojo-san …” you said serenely, flicking the duster over the random items on his shelf.

“Not at all…” the sorcerer replied, his voice smooth as silk when he spoke. “But you should know you missed a spot…”

You raised your brow as you glanced over your shoulder to meet his stare.

“ Oh ?”

Gojo spread his legs further apart, resting his long arm on the back of the sofa before bringing his other hand forward to point high on his shelf.

“Right there,” he indicated.

You hummed to yourself, knowing full well that Gojo wanted to see more of what you were hiding underneath your outfit. As you stood on your tiptoes, you deliberately arched your back to stick out your rear in his direction.

Gojo trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, humming in approval and deciding in that moment just how he plans on eventually fucking you in this cute outfit of yours.

“A little higher…” he commanded, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes as you “cleaned” his top shelf, and he felt himself harden against his pants when the fabric of your dress just barely covered your ass.

The minutes passed, dragging slowly until the sorcerer found himself growing impatient. The longer you were making him wait, the more cruel he was planning on delivering his own punishment in return.

“May I get you some water, Gojo-san?” you asked him, snapping him out of his own thoughts as you made your way over to the kitchen. “You look a little thirsty…”

Oh yes, he definitely wasn’t going to hold himself back…

“ Please…” he said through gritted teeth.

You made your way over to the kitchen, pulling out one of the random trays he had and placing a glass right in the middle. You fill it up with ice before pouring in the water, then lifting up the tray and making your way over to him.

“ Here you go…” you offered, but instead of picking up the glass with your fingers, you deliberately knocked it over, allowing the cool liquid to pour all over Gojo’s lap.

The man hissed, surprised that you caught him off guard yet again with your tactic. The water pooled between his thighs, making his muscles tense up even more.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, the goosebumps running up and down your arms when you noticed the outline of his dick against his sweatpants.

Staring at him with your knowing, apologetic eyes, you proceeded to say, “I’m so sorry, let me get something to help you dry up…”

When you returned, you found your place down on your knees in front of him. You pressed the dry towel against his inner thigh, earning a grunt in response because your touch was close to his growing erection.

Your other hand glided up his calf, sending your message across as Gojo’s eyes widened when that same hand replaced the towel.

Fucking finally, he thought, no longer frustrated by his own desire or the fact that he was now soaking wet.

“I can dry these with the rest of the clothes…” you explained, lifting yourself upright on your knees. “I’m going to have to take these off..”

You hooked your hands around the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his lean legs and removing them.

“What about these?” Gojo asked, tilting his head towards his tented boxers. “I’m soaked all the way through…”

“ Uhm… of course!” you chirped, as you removed the second article of clothing. “I’ll get these dry for you right away…”

As you tried to stand up, Gojo reached for your forearms and dragged you back down on the rug.

“What about this?” he asked, directing your attention towards the length of his swollen cock.

“I-I don’t know if I can help you with that,” you teased, averting your gaze as you feigned shyness.

“I pay you to use your hands, don’t I?” Gojo questioned.

“ Yes, Gojo-san …”

“Then you should do whatever it takes.”

Gojo could have sworn he saw you smirk but you were swift to hide your reaction. You brought your hand to his length as you began to stroke upward, circling your thumb around his swollen tip. Your other hand teasingly traced a vein up and down his shaft, and Gojo exhaled as his body relaxed against his plush sofa.

You squeezed his cock, feeling the width of his hard member as you continued teasing his head. You spread the pre-cum all over the tip, before bringing your lips down and replacing your thumb with your tongue as you swirled around the head before finally sealing your mouth over him.

You gently suck, your cheeks hollowing but you remain focused on just his head. The hand that isn’t holding his shaft moved to his thigh, where you gave him an eager squeeze as you tasted him in your mouth.

Meanwhile, Gojo leaned his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he hummed with relief. The low rumble of his voice spread down his abdomen, and your ears perked upon hearing his satisfied reaction.

You released him with a pop, before adjusting your position so your forearms were now resting over his thighs.

Gojo was average in thickness but his length definitely made up for it and you wanted to get comfortable before taking him all the way in.

You guided him into your mouth, easing him down inch by inch as you bobbed over his impressive length. Your hands pressed into his thighs, a small whimper escaping you as your teeth grazed lightly over his cock while you expertly worked him.

“You keep doing this and I might consider increasing your pay…” Gojo murmured, half-drunk with arousal as he began losing himself to you.

You quickened your pace, ignoring the discomfort in your jaw as you let him fuck your mouth. Gojo reached his hand to the back of your neck, gently stroking you with his slender fingers as encouragement. His chest began to rise and fall as his breathing grew heavier.

“ Keep going …” he coaxed, his voice shaking and growing tender. He rolled his hips in rhythm to your movement while your hands began massaging his legs and working their way high up to his pelvis.

His fingers curled around your hair, your throat burning but you kept going not wanting to disappoint your esteemed employer.

“ Mmm , F-fuck… ” he whined, his words sweet in your ears as he reached his peak.

Gojo’s hips bucked into you and he held you in place, releasing thick ropes of cum in the back of your throat as he moaned.

His grip was tight around your head and you tried not to gag as you swallowed everything he gave you. You slowly retracted him out of your mouth, desperately catching your breath in between small coughs as you settled yourself.

“Such a beautiful mess…” Gojo complimented as he looked down at you from where he was sitting.

Your chin was covered with your saliva, your perfectly styled hair unraveling from his grip and your smokey eye makeup smudged. Gojo flicked his fingers in his direction, ordering you to get on his lap.

Your knees hurt when you stand up, the cheap fabric of your stockings already wearing from the friction against the rug. You spread your legs as you straddled him, lifting the hem of your dress up as you adjusted your position.

“ Well, well…what have we here… ” he cooed when you flashed him. “Hold your dress up for me…”

Your face grew hot but you obediently obliged as you bunched up the dress to your waist, giving Gojo a full view of your stockings that covered your bare pussy.

Gojo dragged his index finger along your slit, your arousal stringing on the tip of his finger as he pulled away from you.

You were completely soaked through.

“ Do you always show up to work without any underwear on?” he teased, bringing his finger back between your legs and pushing the material of your stockings between your lips.

“Only when I know I am seeing you…” you replied seductively.

“Is that so?” Gojo mused, biting his bottom lip as he focused on his finger circling your folds. “How professional…”

“Actually I'm very unprofessional. I have something to confess, Gojo-san …” you whispered, dropping your dress as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear before stating, “…I touch myself whenever you’re not home .”

Gojo froze his movements. You were doing everything he described when talking about this particular fantasy: the hot maid that he comes home to who teases him into fucking her.

Oh, and you were playing the role beautifully.

“Did you do that today?” The man questioned, directing it towards you and not the character you were pretending to be.

You giggled in his ear, “ twice .”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, his free hand that wasn’t between your legs reached for his blindfold. He lifted the fabric, where a pretty blue iris was staring at you with sheer adoration.

“ Oh, angel, you continue to surprise me…”

“None of that, yet…” you announced, covering his eye as you pulled his wrist away. “ We’re still playing, Gojo-san.”

On that reply, Gojo reached for the band of your stockings. He ripped the flimsy fabric with his strong hands, tearing it straight down the middle before picking you up and laying your back against the arm rest.

“I’m going to have to start putting security cameras around the place,” he added, getting back into the role as he slipped off his hoodie. “But I think I would prefer seeing you with my own eyes…”

He instantly noticed the way you checked him out, your gaze hungry for his body. He lifted up your dress, bunching it up at the waist to reveal your torn undergarment. Your sweet pussy was glistening with your arousal and Gojo licked his lips with anticipation. He raised one of your legs over the sofa, leaving the other to dangle off the side and exposing you completely to him.

“ Touch yourself.”

You brought your fingers to your fold, working your throbbing clit as you closed your eyes. Your body was electric, riled up to the point where you were already so sensitive as you rubbed yourself. Soft whimpers left your lips and Gojo held your knees apart as he watched you masturbate.

“Are you always this quiet?” He teased, “A dirty slut like you begging to be fucked…I’m sure you get louder than that…”

If you weren’t so heated by everything that was going on, you would have been caught off guard by what he was saying but instead you moaned at his derogatory words.

The character you were playing began blending in his mind with your own person, his dear friend, and the thought of you eagerly pleasing him made the blood rush between his legs, his arousal making him harden again.

“You hear that?” Gojo continued, knowing full well how much you enjoy his dirty talk and pointing out the way your pussy squelched as your fingers drove themselves inside you. “You’re so fucking wet and I hardly even touched you. Are you that needy already? Are you that desperate for someone to fuck this pussy of yours?”

“Y-yes…”

“Do you call out my name when you make yourself come? Do you beg for it?”

“ Mmmm, yes, Gojo-san…want you so bad …”

“If you want me to fuck you, you little slut , you’re going to have to tell me how much you want it…”

You gasped, your free hand reaching to massage your breast over your uniform as you finally opened your hazy eyes to meet Gojo’s. Your heart was racing, your body gyrating against his sofa as you slipped your fingers between your folds.

“ Mmahh, Gojo-san, I want you to fuck me on this couch. I want to feel you inside me. P-please, I need you inside me…so fucking bad…I can’t…I ca-” you voice pitched as you increased the speed of your movements, rolling your hips in circles and your dropped your head back against the arm rest.

You came all over your fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard, as you sang your noises of pleasure. You were trembling against the chair, panting heavily as you pulled your fingers from between your legs.

Gojo flipped you on your stomach, unable to hold himself back any longer. Your hands were on the arm rest, your knees pressed into the plush cushion as you spread yourself as wide as you could for him. Usually, Gojo would enjoy taking this time to lick your sweet cunt clean but he was barely holding on himself after what he witnessed.

The tip of his cock teased your lips, before he slipped himself inside you with ease, coating his entire length with your arousal. Your eyes widened as you looked at him over your shoulder with slight panic.

“Satoru, you’re not wearing a…”

“I’ll pull out…” he replied, holding your hips up before snapping roughly into you.

You were dizzy, completely functioning on your urges without giving logic any thought. If it was anyone else, you would have stopped but Gojo wasn’t just anybody and the man had quite the control over his own body.

You cried out feeling your walls clench around him. He was moving hard and fast, fucking you roughly on his sofa, with every push harder than the last and leaving your legs trembling as you tried your best to hold yourself in place for him.

He drags his length out of you, ensuring that you felt every inch before wildly plunging back inside. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs against your stockings, your nails digging into the sofa as you whimpered.

Your drenched cunt made it so much easier for Gojo to fuck you but his slightly sadistic mind was forcing you to feel it more.

Your toes curled inside your pointed heels, your back arching as speckles of black clouded your vision. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips jerked when your orgasm compounded into you, making you drop down to your forearms as you were unable to counter your explosive release.

Gojo was covered in your juices and with a few sloppy thrusts he finally pulled himself out before finishing himself off by pumping spurts of cum all over your back, decorating your outfit with his release.

The man didn’t stop there. Instead, he flipped you onto your back bringing his hands to the buttons of the top half of your dress and ripping it apart.

Your chest was bare, covered in a bra that he tugged down until it was resting underneath your breasts. He brought his insatiable lips to your mound, rolling your pointed nipple between his thumb and index finger before closing his mouth over the other nub.

You were shaking underneath him, unable to handle any more stimulation as he pinched one nipple and peppered the other with kitten licks.

Gojo did it until he was hard again, leaving marks all over your breasts as he pushed himself inside you. He held your legs apart but you barely had anymore energy to keep up with him. Instead you kept him motivated with your pleasured mewls, praising him for all his glory.

“ Harder, please…harder….”

Gojo stopped, holding himself inside you and feeling you pulsate against him. He ensured to drag the seconds out making you whimper with impatience as you were desperate to have him continue.

“ Gojo-saaan…” you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes as you wailed for mercy. “Don’t stop fucking-ahhhhhhh …”

You couldn’t even finish until he was thrusting inside you again. Fucking you to the heavens and back with the same intensity he did earlier. When he pulled out of you as he climaxed, he finished himself off all over your cunt, marking you with his essence.

***

Steam covered the glass door surrounding you, the warmth engulfing your body as you and Gojo stood in the hot shower together. Your body was sore but in the most pleasant way possible and you allowed the water droplets to massage your skin, closing your eyes as you exhaled and enjoying the amazing pressure from Gojo’s shower.

You only opened your eyes when you felt Gojo’s large palm on your stomach, bringing you into his torso as he leaned down and kissed your ear.

“Did you have fun?”

The knot in the pit of your stomach twisted, sending shivers down your back from his question. He treated you with so much kindness after you both slept together. He sang you praises, telling you over and over how good you were to him as he took his time to clean you up, not allowing you to even lift a single finger while he used the time to focus on taking care of you instead.

You turned around to face him, your eyes gazing up at that unjustifiably handsome face that was uncovered because he had his hair slicked back.

“Surprisingly, I did…” you teased with a smile, placing your hands on him, as you delicately traced your fingers up and down his forearms.

His height was overbearing now that you didn’t have your heels on, and the sorcerer found himself tilting down just to look at you. His fingers pressed into your lower back as the silence filled the space between you both. Gojo used it as an opportunity to bring his lips down to meet yours, indulging himself with a kiss. He picked you up in his strong arms, before holding you against the grey tile of his bathroom wall. You moaned into his mouth, playing with his tongue as your hands reached for his neck.

“So, tell me, angel… ” he whispered into your mouth in between a kiss. “What kind of fantasies do you have?”

“Uhm, I don’t really have any fantasies…”

You felt his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking him in the eye.

“You know, if you tell me , I can return the favor…” he stated, flashing his pearly whites as he gave you an easy grin.

“You’ll think it’s stupid…”

“Try me.”

You rested your head against the tile, playing with the back of Gojo’s hair as you cleared your throat.

“Uhm, so , back in college there was this professor that I had. He was extremely good looking, I think everybody in our class had a crush on him. I realised I did too because everytime I would try speaking with him, I always jumbled up my words or said the wrong thing. It was super awkward…I mean, he wasn’t awkward but I definitely was…”

A small laugh escaped you but Gojo was still listening attentively.

“Anyway, I never told anyone. I was with Haru and always felt like I was being a terrible girlfriend because I was just so attracted to my professor. He was also the sweetest guy, was married and had three kids…” you sighed as Gojo grazed his hand across your thigh, blushing before admitting, “…but I used to think about him taking me on his desk all the time. Like, it got to the point where I had to drop his class because he was too much of a distraction…”

Gojo chuckled, “oh, you dirty slu-OW!”

You tugged at his earlobe, pouting to stop yourself from laughing at his snide comment.

“That’s what you get,” you replied, before loosening your grip and dropping your hand to his pecs.

“Relax, it takes a slut to know one. There is no need to get offended!” he teased, shifting the joke onto himself and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Okay, so you’ve got a little thing for a teacher/student scenario?”

“Just a little…”

Gojo brought his lips to your neck, planting small kisses upwards until he murmured against your ear.

“As a teacher myself, it will be my utmost pleasure to be your sensei for an evening,”

“You don’t have to…”

“You're not forcing me, angel. I want to,” Gojo insisted, his lips now hovering above yours. “Besides, I’m your friend, right ? We take care of each other, that’s what friends do.”

You nodded in agreement, your eyes dropping down to his lips as you patiently waited to taste him on your tongue.

“Since you did a stellar job with me tonight, let me do the same for you… ” he whispered, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping at it gently.

You squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as you held him close, feeling faint when Gojo kissed you again like he was pulling the oxygen straight out of your lungs.

And yet, you had no desire to let him go.

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CHAPTER 13: SPINNING

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orobaxi · 3 years

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aftercare.

always brings his lover some water & a small snack, & will carry them to the bath if needed. will check your body for any injuries, & will always apologize, even after you insist that it’s fine.

body part.

he loves your face so, so much. from the way that you look at him when he tells you he loves you, to that soft smile you give him when the two of you finish. it’s perfect in every way imaginable, & he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

cum.

his cum is a bit on the thicker side, with a normal clear-to-white color. it’s neither salty or sweet, however, sometimes it has an odd hint of metal.

dominant/submissive.

zhongli’s a softer dominant that has his rougher moments, however, he’ll be the submissive one on occasion. while he enjoys being in control, he enjoys blindly trusting his partner just as much.

experience.

although he’s met many people who have been sexually interested in him, he rarely had the same feelings for them. he’s had sex before, but it’s been a few years since his last encounter. it’s completely understandable for him to be nervous the first few times he has sex again.

favorite position.

any position where he can see your face. zhongli adores being able to see the pleasure he’s giving you, & he loves being able to simply lean in & kiss you at any given moment. he’s particularly fond of having one of your legs over his shoulder, though. & to be fair, it allows for deeper penetration, so it’s quite understandable as to why he enjoys it so much.

goofy.

he sees sex as a serious act, & doesn’t joke around much. during foreplay, there may be a joke here & there, but beyond that? absolutely not. if you were to joke around though, he wouldn’t mind too much.

hair.

trimmed short, & he tries his best to keep it in a neater shape than what it naturally is. his pubic hair does match the hair on the top of his head perfectly, though… so, it might glow, too.

intimacy.

frequent whispers of “i love you,” accompanied by many slow kisses, gentle touches, & words of praise… or making you beg like a common whore for him to fuck you, only to leave you on the edge over & over again. it depends on his mood, really.

jack off.

while he doesn’t masturbate often – he gets embarrassed simply thinking about it – he always does it to the thought of his lover. he’d be absolutely mortified if you were to catch him in the act, though. i don’t think he’d be able to look you in the eyes for a day or so.

kinks.

begging, breeding, creampies, edging, gentle/slow sex, light bondage, lingerie, overstimulation, praise, & “sir/master.” he’d be quite vanilla before exploring these things with his partner, though.

location.

as long as it’s in a private area, he doesn’t care too much about where you two have sex. on a desk or counter? alright, as long as you’re comfortable. on a couch? okay, but let him know if you’d like to go to the bed. in truth, the bed’s his favorite place. i mean, it’s always going to be comfortable, & it’s a relatively easy clean up compared to a desk… he has a record of shoving all the shit on the desk to the floor before fucking you on it, unfortunately.

motivation.

dirty talk, lingerie, & teasing touches are the main things that get him going. he fucking loves lingerie – simply telling him that you have some on under your clothes is enough to get him hot & bothered. the thought of you sitting on the bed in that, waiting for him to walk in, knowing he’ll pounce on you the moment he sees you… fuck, it’s so sexy to him. for dirty talk & teasing touches, however, you’ll have to know what you’re doing in order to get a rise out of him. lightly stroking his thigh, just a little too close to his dick, or gently touching his sides… whispering how bad you want – no, need – him, telling him that you don’t care what he does to you, you just need him to fuck you however he wants… &, to really seal the deal, throw a “sir” or two in there.

no.

he could never agree to hurting you. while spanking may be iffy, slapping & punching are a hard no. there’s also the whole “consensual non-consent” thing, & it’s really because he’s afraid of you forgetting the safeword – & he doesn’t understand the appeal of it. after all, your partner letting you know they really want to have sex is one of the hottest things they could do… in his opinion, at least.

oral.

he prefers receiving over giving, but it’s only out of fear that he’s not truly pleasing you when he preforms oral on you. he knows it’s a bit silly – after all, why would his lover fake it? wouldn’t they rather guide him to where their sweet spots are? still, he can’t help but feel a bit insecure. of course, that won’t stop him from fulfilling your wishes. zhongli just doesn’t know what it is about you that makes him love oral so much. perhaps its the way you look up at him through your eyelashes, with those beautiful, teary eyes of yours. maybe it’s the way you swallow his cum effortlessly… or, maybe it’s the way your throat tightens when you choke on his dick.

pace.

agonizingly slow for the first few moments, & then he slowly goes faster & faster. he always tries to stay in control of himself, though; you’re going to have to either catch him in a more dominant mood, or rile him up to the point where he doesn’t care about control anymore. pounding inside of you & gripping you so tightly his fingertips leave multicolored bruises – giving you no time to rest before the next thrust.

quickie.

while he doesn’t particularly like them, he may have one with you once in a blue moon. it really depends on how riled up you’ve got him, & if you’re the one who initiates the quickie. otherwise, he’d much rather wait until the two of you got home.

risk.

while he doesn’t like taking extreme risks, he’s up for a some smaller ones here & there. it usually takes a bit of persuasion on your end, though.

stamina.

surprisingly, he can go for hours on end – the only things that stop him are other responsibilities & his lover getting tired. if he has a rare free day on his calendar, though, he might dedicate most of that day to having sex with you. it depends on how riled up he’s gotten.

toys.

doesn’t own any. why would he use them anyway? half the fun is using them on someone else – or so he thinks, at least. if his partner wants toys, though, he’d consider purchasing one or two.

unfair.

he only teases if he’s provoked. once he starts, though, you’ll soon regret your actions. he won’t be bold enough to tease you under a table at the the third round knockout, for example, but he will be bold enough to utter absolutely filthy things into your ear that leave you a blushing, breathless mess… & this man has the nerve to say: “are you alright, love? you feel a bit warm.” with a worried look on his face, every single damn time.

volume.

when he’s dominant, you can expect deep, soft groans & almost inaudible whispers of praise. “you’re adorable when you say my name like that. keep saying it.” “you take my cock so well, huh? you’re doing so good, my love. you’re doing so good.”

when he’s submissive, though, you’ll receive moans & whimpers that seem to be a bit higher-pitched than normal. he’s perfectly content with biting a pillow & muffling his noises, but then you wouldn’t get to hear him begging. “ahh– please, i need you so bad, my love. please– fuck–!” “it feels so good, it’s– it’s too much–!”

wild card.

fantasizes about his partner degrading him, although, he’s not sure why. perhaps it’s the whole “disrespecting a god” thing.

xray.

considering that he’s taller than average & has a slimmer build, one would assume that he isn’t too toned underneath those clothes of his. however, you’ll be pleasantly surprised once you discover that his looks truly are deceiving. for his cock, though, he’s average length, & far above average in girth. it’s definitely going to hurt if you aren’t adequately prepared beforehand – even if you don’t, though, the pain will fade into pleasure within a few moments.

yearning.

over the years, he’s become amazing at suppressing his desires. on some days, though, his drive seems to skyrocket – he doesn’t understand why, either. those are the days when, as soon as he’s done with his shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor, he heads straight home & either masturbates or has sex with his lover. usually, though, he’s up for it whenever his partner is – that is, unless they’re trying to have sex when he’s doing something important, of course.

zzz.

this man never seems to truly get tired – in fact, he’ll almost always be the first one to get up & start cleaning up any messes the two of you made. he’ll always lay back down & make himself take a quick nap with you after he’s done cleaning, though.

❥ stole this idea & (most of the) alphabet from @rosens-new-dawn. 💞

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archerdaryl · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Daryl Dixon Edition

Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve been planning on doing the NSFW Alphabet for Daryl for a while, but I hope it makes up for my absence nonetheless. I’ve tried to keep it as in character as possible -- or at least true to my perceptions of his character. Please be warned that this has explicit sexual content. Other than that, enjoy! ♡

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

After catching his breath, Daryl will pull you in close and ask you if you’re alright in that thick Southern drawl of his. You can tell how much he cares about you by the slight smile on his lips and the way he traces faint circles on your hip with his thumb. He never wants to let you go, but eventually he’ll get you both a drink and ask if you want something to eat. Sometime he’ll even help you get dressed or pull you into the shower. Daryl may not be the type of man to verbalise his affection, but he certainly shows it.

B for Body Part (of theirs and their partner)

Daryl doesn’t think particularly highly of himself when it comes to aesthetics, but he does like his arms. They’re toned. They’re strong. Not only can he keep you safe, make you feel like home is within his arms, but he can also hold you up effortlessly as he thrusts into you. Whether it’s against a wall or simply holding you up in the middle of a room with your thighs wrapped around his waist, there’s no chance he’ll drop you.

If he can’t choose your smile, he would choose your thighs. He loves the way they look and feel against his hands, the smooth supple skin and the curve of your ass. He often naps on your inner thigh as you read on the couch, using it as a pillow as he takes in the smell of your vanilla and peach body wash. What he loves the most, however, is the strength of them clasped around his head as he eats you out. He’d happily suffocate within them if it meant getting you off.

C is for Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable coming undone inside of you. The fear of pregnancy aside, he thinks the world of you and nothing of himself. He doesn’t think you deserve filth like that, but little does he know -- you like his filth. The first time is an accident, but there’s no denying how good it feels and you soon join him in climax as if being filled with his cum is what pushed you over the edge. You kiss him over and over to let him know it’s okay, and from then on he finds it harder and harder to find the will to pull out.

Your cum, however, he can’t get enough of. Nothing riles him up like slipping his fingers into your jeans and feeling how slick you are. Your cum is liquid gold as far as he’s concerned, nothing short of a drug for him from the smell to the taste. Knowing that he can make you feel like that is intoxicating. He only ever wants to make you feel good, to feel wanted and needed and for you to whimper his name while he worships you between your legs.

D is for Dirty Secret

Daryl often fantasizes about fucking you on his motorcycle. He isn’t sure why, it may not even be particularly comfortable, he just knows it really gets him going. The only problem is that it’s so out in the open and anyone could catch you, but that’s not going to stop him if you’re willing to try.

E is for Experience (how experienced are they?)

Daryl is not particularly experienced. He hasn’t had sex since the world turned to shit and even prior to that it wasn’t something he obsessed over like his brother. When you first start sleeping together, he’s uncertain of himself and scared of hurting you but your gentle touch and sweet gaze are nothing short of loving. Thankfully, he is incredibly perceptive. His desire to please you drives him. He feels how your body reacts, listens to your whines and whimpers, and watches your face contort. You tell him what to do without even realising it and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t listen.

F is for Favourite Position

Any position where he can get as close to you as possible. He wants to feel every inch of you, your breasts against his chest, your hot breath against his shoulder, the scrape of your nails down his back. The closeness he desires fills a void inside of him. He wants to overwhelm him, he wants to hold you close and let the world around you disappear. He wants to hear you moan into his ear -- no -- against his mouth as he desperately kisses you to try and keep you quiet. Whether it’s missionary or from behind, as long as he can hold you in some way he’s happy.

G is for Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? or funny?)

Though he might laugh at your quips, Daryl generally takes sex quite seriously. He finds it incredibly vulnerable and to him it is ultimately a profession of love. Having said this, he can’t help but sometimes smirk to himself while getting you off.

H is for Hair (how well groomed are they? do they like body hair?)

You might have preferences regarding your own body hair but Daryl doesn’t care about how well groomed you are. It’s the Goddamn apocalypse -- who has the time to deal with all of that? As for himself, he might trim here and there out of uncertainty (he isn’t sure what you prefer) but that’s likely the extent of his grooming habits.

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

Daryl is romantic without meaning to be -- he isn’t sure what romance is beyond a steak dinner and a bouquet of flowers and the world isn’t exactly built for that anymore. He loves to kiss you and hold you close and he often checks that you’re okay. Even during spontaneous or your more carnal fucks, he’s always conscious of your reactions and wants you to feel in control even if he’s the one taking the lead.

J is for Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

It wasn’t often Daryl touched himself before you came along. Sometimes he did it just to release some tension rather than because he was horny. Prior to realising you reciprocate his feelings, he often lost himself in thought fantasizing about you only to get hard and frustrated. He thought about your lips, the way you might sound when you moaned his name, how your thighs would feel wrapped around his head or his waist. If he didn’t curse himself for being a pervert, he’d find himself touching himself late at night or in the shower. Now that you’re his, he doesn’t feel the need to masturbate at all.

K is for Kink

Daryl likes it when you pull at his hair. Something about the desperation of it and the sweet sting of his scalp only makes him thrust into you harder. Though he might not realise it himself, he also has a praise kink -- being told how good he makes you feel drives him over the edge. He wants to give you everything you desire and more and hearing you moan in approval only makes him fuck you harder.

He may be apprehensive about some of your kinks, especially if they involve hurting you, but you only have to explain to him that the way he feels when you pull his hair is how you feel when he spanks you and he’s suddenly willing to try. Other than that, he’s likely more than willing to oblige and partake in your kinks if it means pleasing you.

L is for Location

Daryl isn’t particularly picky about where you have sex. He just wants you to feel safe and comfortable. You often end up fucking on his couch, but there’s also been a couple of instances in the shower, once on Rick’s pool table, and plenty of times in the watch towers. You almost had sex in the chapel once, but Gabriel came in singing hymns and you couldn’t stop laughing.

Though he prioritises you above anything else, fucking you into the floor or even the ground outside really gets him going. It feels dirtier, primal even, like what God originally intended or some shit like that he can’t put into words. It feels like you and him against the world and that’s all he wants.

M is for Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going)

It doesn’t take much for you to turn him on, but he loves it when you initiate sex. The reassurance that you want him as much as he wants you is everything to him and he’s more than happy to oblige. He also loves it when you wander around in one of his shirts after a shower. It hangs off of your body like a dress and falls to the tops of your thighs so that when you bend he can see the curve of your ass. You know this, of course, and sometimes don’t wear underwear just to drive him that little bit more insane.

N is for NO (what they will not do)

Again, Daryl doesn’t want to hurt you and he certainly doesn’t want to disrespect you. He also won’t fuck you beyond the safety of settlement walls if he isn’t absolutely sure the pair of you are safe and cannot be see or heard.

O is for Oral (preferences, skills, etc)

It’s a long time before Daryl feels comfortable enough to let you go down on him which is primarily to do with his low opinion of himself. He already thinks he doesn’t deserve you, why would he think he deserves to experience you like that? He gets in his head, working himself up into believing you think you have to give him head when the reality is you want to.

Going down on you is Daryl’s favourite thing to do. At first he was a little uncertain, not because he didn’t want to do it but because he didn’t want to disappoint you. He enjoys every part of eating you out from trailing kisses down your body to feeling you writhe under him as he sucks on your clit. He often makes it his mission to make you climax before he can even think about fucking you so that he can feel you pulse against his mouth and lap up your cum like he’s been been without water for days. He’s obsessed with your pussy. He’s sure it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen -- besides your eyes and that sunshine smile of yours, at least.

P is for Pace

How hard or slow he fucks you depends on the moment and your moods. In the beginning he struggled with keeping a steady pace, but he has always prioritised making you climax first. You find that he is often passionate, sensual, and slow after a tough supply run, as if he’s trying to ground himself and find home within you. Other times, he likes to spend his time teasing you until you’re dripping wet and begging him to fuck you hard into the mattress.

Q is for Quickie (does he like them)

Daryl prefers a real opportunity to have sex over a quickie, but when the opportunity strikes he simply isn’t going to say no. Many of your quickies have occurred in the shower or in the pantry, but you’ve also been known to make use of the barn -- especially when you want the freedom to make a little noise.

R is for Risk (experimenting, taking risks, etc)

While Daryl is more than willing to experiment, the idea of getting caught by someone mortifies him. It’s too vulnerable and intimate. He’d likely lose his temper immediately if someone were to walk in on you two having sex, especially if they were in a position to see too much of you.

S is for Stamina

This depends on a number of things, like the mood Daryl is in and how his day went. Sometimes, he wants it to last because he’s trying to lose himself and find relief. Other times he simply wants to make you feel good for as long as possible, draw orgasm after orgasm out of that pretty mouth of yours. It isn’t often you have enough time in the day to get more than one round in, but when you do it tends to be filthy and carnal and he loves every second of it.

T is for Toys

Daryl has little to no experience with sex toys which means you’re the one who has to introduce them. He’d rather use his hands or his mouth instead of relying on a vibrator to get you off. Watching you get yourself off, however, is another matter entirely, especially when it’s him you’re fantasizing about and his name you’re whimpering as you fuck yourself in front of him.

V is for Volume

In his day to day life, Daryl isn’t particularly talkative and this doesn’t change much during sex -- especially in the beginning. He often swears and he certainly grunts and groans, but it’s only later on in your relationship when he’s more secure in himself that he finds himself encouraging you to cum as if making you tremble is what he was put on this Earth to do.

He loves to listen to you moan and whimper. The louder you are, the better, but since you have to be careful he’s also learned to love trying to keep you quiet so that you don’t get caught. He especially enjoys hearing you say his name and telling him how he makes you feel.

W is for Wildcard

Daryl isn’t into anything too extreme or unconventional when it comes to sex, however it surprises both of you how into ‘phone sex’ he is when you’re both apart and have no choice but to talk to each other over the radio. You initiated it as a joke, thinking he wouldn’t even try to entertain your nonsense, but he’s soon trying to keep himself from grunting down the walkey while asking you -- in so many words -- to tell him everything you’re thinking, doing, and wearing.

X is for X-Ray

It took a long time for Daryl to be comfortable being completely naked in front of you, though that’s more because of the scars on his back rather than his lack of self-confidence. You make him feel good, feel worthy, and he soon forgets how self-conscious he is when he’s with you.

Y is for Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Daryl doesn’t have the highest sex drive, especially if you want to compare him to his brother, but it doesn’t take much for you to get him hard and desperate to be inside of you. You have a higher sex drive than he does, he might even tease you for it, but he’ll never complain when he gets to hold you close and show you how much you mean to him.

Z is for ZZZs (how fast do they fall asleep)

After sex, Daryl likes to talk to you for a little while or just take in the moment with you in his arms. You might not talk about anything of substance, but he enjoys the calm after the storm. He makes sure that you’re comfortable, holding you close and kissing the back of your neck before he allows himself to drift off to sleep.

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korpuskat · 3 years

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i'd be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint [Pagan Min/Reader]

[Ao3 Mirror] Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 1,944 Content: DFAB & Gender Neutral Reader. Blasphemy & Sacrilege, Inappropriate Use of Religious Objects, Shibari, Bondage, Suspension, Begging,

"I didn't think you'd be into... this..." You murmur, raise your arms as Pagan's nimble fingers slide the rope around your chest, once, then twice, forming lines across your skin with the deep red-brown material.

"Oh? Why's that?" He grins and it makes your stomach flip- a completely different anxiety than the one that's born from being completely nude as he takes his time forming shapes with his preferred medium. "One must be adventurous to rule a kingdom, and it's quite aesthetically pleasing."

"Thought it would be too similar to your work."

"Work, hah." He carefully threads the ends of the ropes back behind you, pausing to give you a moment to turn away from him. "Maybe for De Pleur, but I for one do not make it a habit to personally tie up terrorists with this much care." With only light touches he brings your arms back and binds them at your elbows, weaves the rope around your outstretched limbs until you can no longer pull them apart or lift them, as he secures that set of knots to harness forming at your chest.

"Though," He starts, then taps your shoulder to make you turn again. His eyes wander over your body, appraising his work thus far before lowering himself to his knees to begin working again at your waist. "This does give me some ideas."

"Thought you didn't want to tie up terrorists." You tease him and it earns you a half-amused glance and raised eyebrow.

"I don't, but someone must. It's the only way to stop them from making a mess of things." His hands are tireless, forming a thick, intricate weave along your outer thigh before it splits into individual strands- and Pagan tips you backwards onto the bed as he finishes that foot with your toes extended, leaving your leg as immobilized as your arms. Only a few minutes in and you can't move the majority of your body- and the thought sends a wave of heat through your body, culminating between your legs. In a vain attempt to subdue the building desire, you press your thighs together- which does not go unnoticed.

"Always so needy." He tsks, but his words carry no weight. Even if you didn't know your neediness made him feel wanted, his own excitement was obvious, tenting the front of his pants. "Almost done." He purrs and rolls you onto your stomach. He touches your unbound leg. "Lift, please."

The angle is odd, but you raise your leg as much as you can. It must be enough, because Pagan rests your ankle in the crook of his arms as he works more rope down this leg. He seems to work quicker, his own impatience growing- and you can't blame him. That heat burns between your legs and you have nothing left to sate it with other than the imaginings of what's to come.

"There." Pagan sighs, and steps away from the bed. He walks around in front of you, once again appraising his work- and you realize you can't put your leg down. Without his support, your leg hangs in the air, the rope shorter on the back of your leg than the front, the tension alone keeping it up. It's an odd sensation, like your weight isn't spread the way it should be- but you don't focus on it long as Pagan retrieves his phone.

All at once the heat rushes to your cheeks and you're ducking your face into his plush beddings. He laughs, always one to enjoy your embarrassment. "Nothing to be shy about, darling. Don't you want to look good for your king?"

"You're horrible." You grumble into the mattress, try desperately to close your legs as he circles around.

"Mmm," His clothes brush against your inner thighs. "Is this so horrible?" His fingers slip between your labia, slick and easy with your building arousal. Unbidden, your hips buck as best they can with the ropes restricting them, and still Pagan is as careful as he was threading the ropes. Never once do the pads of his fingers touch your clit, circling tantalizingly close and never quite making contact. All it does is fan the flame, all your focus centered on the feather-light pinpoints of his touch.

He stops as quickly as he started, coming around in front of you once more. Your mouth is already open, correctly anticipating his ritual of making you clean his fingers.

"Now this may take a moment." Behind you once more, he messes with the ropes- and you struggle to figure out what's happening- until you feel a peculiar pull across your body. You twist in your binds, try to glance over your shoulder- all you get a glimpse of him with his shirt sleeves rolled up, buttoned to expose more of his forearms as he grabs the rope again and pulls.

This time you slide right off the side of the bed. "Pagan?" Your voice shakes, not quite sure what to make of it- and he pulls again, not even answering you. One leg bent back, you balance carefully on the toes of one foot- each pull on the ropes takes more and more of your weight. He keeps going until you're nearly hanging by your leg, almost inverted except for your one leg that still dances across the floor, skittering across Pagan’s plush carpets for purchase, not quite supporting you and not quite dangling.

Pagan exhales, and with your new position you spin lightly in the center of the room, field of view drifting around until you catch sight of him again. He's trying off the rope, and mutters half to himself, "Let's buy a winch next time."

Though he sweats lightly, as soon as he makes eye contact with you the exhaustion wears off quick. His fingertips remain light and teasing as they trace down the long lines of rope, testing the strength of his knots that keep you in your perilous position.

"I think," He says, breathless, "this is right where you belong, don't you?" His fingers race along your arms, up to your shoulders, up and up till they're stroking through your hair. You strain to look up at him, watch as the fire builds in his eyes. "It's what you really want, to be under my power. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, nothing to do but to obey me."

With a whine you avert your eyes, try once more to bring your thighs together- and all it takes is a rough tug at your hair to bring your focus back to him. Your hands flex aimlessly, staring at him as he licks his lips, "That sweet pussy of your must be aching by now. I know you want to beg, so go on."

"P-please." It's hardly more than a whisper, and Pagan's face hardens, more insulted than amused by your first attempt. A forceful swallow and you try again, "Please, Pagan... touch me?"

"Tsk, that was pitiful. You can do better than that."

A bite to your lip and you’re still fighting to get the words out past your shame. "Please, I need it, I'm aching," You whine, can't even drop your head with his hand still tangled into your hair. "I- I'll do anything you want."

The knuckles of his free hand caress the side of your face. "Oh, I know you will, darling. But that's bargaining not begging. Is the blood rushing to your head already? Come on dear, let it out."

You're aching and he won't stop, ruthless, almost sadistic and all you want- all you really want- "Use- use me. Please, King Min, please, use me- I want- I want to make you cum, I want to taste you, please-"

Pagan grins, unashamedly pleased in your slow descent into subspace. "All you had to do was ask." Finally, he releases his hold on your hair which leaves your scalp tingling and your neck straining to keep watching. It's a sight worth fighting for; he unbuckles his belt and makes short work of his pants, the pink fabric parting- and your whole body throbs. With one hand he strokes himself, takes care to draw his foreskin back and watch as you begin to drool. If he could, perhaps he'd tease you like this for hours- make you watch him slowly please himself while you beg and insist that you could help. It would be agony for you both.

His own impatience is what makes him grasp your hair again- and he doesn't even have to tell you to open your mouth.

His taste and scent fill your every sense- the faintest twinge of sweat, but mostly soap and his cologne. Until, of course, he holds the sides of your head and begins to move. The first hint of bitter precum has you moaning, remembering the last time you'd had the privilege of making your king come undone with your tongue.

"I didn't tell you where these ropes came from, did I?" He manages to say between grunts, doesn't wait for you to try to answer. "Some unloyal citizens had thought to- oh, to rebuild one of those bell towers."

Your mind fights to the surface to understand, but all you can manage to do is stare up at him with big, glassy eyes. "They're sanctified. Meant to dispel fucking demons." He says and lets his head fall back. The weight of his words begins to settle in- and he pulls you as far as you can go and holds you there. Your nose flush with his abdomen, pressed against the black, well trimmed hairs. Your throat spasms with the intrusion, gagging- and Pagan doesn’t let up until your chest begins to burn.

He pulls you off him entirely. You gasp in lungfuls of air as he wrenches your head up again. He's half-crazed, panting, as rabid as you've ever seen him- "Are they working? Do you feel like you're curing evil?"

There's no right answer. Nothing you could say would be right, but he’s pleased enough at your open-mouthed panting, how you’ve nearly come undone just from sucking him off.

Pagan grabs the rope and spins you, your one foot dragging on the floor until you're facing away from him again. His hands find your hip and your strung-up leg- and there's nothing for you to do but squirm. He pushes in and his first thrust is like music; your whole body sings for the stimulation, the attention, the touch of your king. As rough as he can be with your body swaying, his fingers dig into your skin, desperate for any sort of leverage. Hard, then harder- his short-clipped nails biting into your skin. It's still not good enough; he grabs the ropes that twist around your arms, his fingers winding around his own knots as he yanks you back onto his cock.

His other hand reaches around, latches onto your throat and pulls as hard as he can, your body aching as you're bent backwards, straining against the ropes. Close, close enough for him to pant in your ear as he fucks you- "They're for worship.” He spits the word, drives it home with a thrust so hard he must bruise your cervix- and follows it with a hand sliding over your side, over each line of rope. Down, over your belly, down to your still-neglected clit. You keen as he brushes it, draws faint circles over it- "Do you feel worshipped?" His teeth close around the shell of your ear- and that's all it takes.

Lightning passes through you, leaves you gasping, begging with empty words as Pagan grunts, mutters a "Fuck, fuck!" A long, stuttering sigh- and his forehead rests against your shoulder, breath slowing in rhythm with your still-twitching body.

The serenity doesn't last long- the ropes cutting into your skin brings you down from your high. A single tiny "Ow." has Pagan up- and through his own post-orgasmic stupor manages to cut through the ropes and steady you enough to fall back onto his bed together.

With half-asleep limbs you shuck the knots from your body. Pagan watches with one eye before conceding, "Maybe too adventurous."

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cyberghst · 3 years

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Jung Jaehyun NSFW Alphabet

Warnings:NSFW content.

(This is my first time writing on here so anyone who magically came across this fucking shit show please bare with me and my horrible fucking grammar😪)

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| A - Aftercare [What their like after sex.]

After taking a moment to catch his breath he'd lay down and roll onto his side so you two are face to face, he'd pull your body flush against his despite you both being covered in a thin layer of sweat from the activities that happened only minutes ago. His hand would be placed on your hip drawing soft circles with his thumb as he looked at your still slightly flushed face before grinning softly as you laid next to him finally managing to get your breathing back to normal. He knew if you needed something at that exact moment you'd tell him and he'd be more than willing to get you whatever it was you needed but after admiring you in the afterglow he'd get up and get something to clean you both off with and anything else you needed or wanted.

| B - Body Part [Their favorite body part on themselves and their S/O]

I feel like he'd like his arms or hands. He loves holding you whether that be holding your hand while walking through a park, placing his hand on your thigh while driving, or ᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀᴸᵞ ᵂᴿᴬᴾᴾᴵᴺᴳ ᴴᴵˢ ᴴᴬᴺᴰ ᴬᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴺᴱᶜᴷ ᴬˢ ᴴᴱ ᵂᴴᴵˢᴾᴱᴿˢ ˢᴵᴺᶠᵁᴸ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳˢ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴱᴬᴿ ᴬˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴾᴬᶜᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴴᴬᴿᴰᴺᴱˢˢ ᴼᶠ ᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴴᴿᵁˢᵀˢ ᴾᴵᶜᴷ ᵁᴾ OR his arms because Jae is pretty muscular and he use it to his advantage, for instance, you fall asleep in the car Jaehyun wouldn't want to wake you up in your peaceful state so he'd pick you up gently and carry you from the car into the apartment with ease along with many other advantages. ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴵᴺᶜᴸᵁᴰᴱ ᴴᴵᴹ ᴴᴼᴸᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵁᴾ ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺˢᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴬᴸᴸ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴴᴼᵂᴱᴿ ᵂᴴᴵᴸᴱ ᴴᴱ'ˢ ᶠᵁᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵞou-

And on you he’d like your legs more specifically thighs or your waist. Like I’ve explained 1000 times he loves holding you so your waist is probably something he likes, whether it’s slim or not it’s perfect to him just like everything else about you. And thighs just because ✨𝓉𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓈✨.

| C - Cum [Anyting to do with cum basically]

He’d usually cum on your thighs, stomach, or back depending on what position your guys are in but on the occasions, he does cum inside of you he enjoys watching it drip out of you then pushing it back inside of you with his fingers or his dick then leaving it inside of you for some cockwarming after you two finish. (I'm a disgusting person🧍-)

| D - Dirty Secret [A dirty secret of theirs]

He's been wanting to try something semi-public with you. Like fucking you in a bathroom stall of a mall or an amusement park where ANYONE could walk in at ANY moment, while he wouldn't actually want to get caught the idea of you trying to stay quiet and keep him quiet while he hardens his thrusts making you whimper lowly plus the rush you two would get from it is just the cherry on top for him. (I wanna write a one shot about this🌚)

| E - Experience [how experienced they are when it comes to sex]

I wouldn't say Jae is crazy experienced but I also wouldn't say he isn't? Like he's had maybe two partners before you so he has a bit of experience but just because he hasn't had a bunch of partners doesn't mean he doesn't know exactly what buttons to push to have you whimpering and shaking for him

(and A BEING GOOD OR KNOWING A LOT ABOUT WHAT THEIR DOING DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD ASSUME THAT THEY’VE HAD A TON OF PARTNERS‼️)

| F - Favorite Position [this ones obvious]

He really likes when your on top of him and facing him so probably Lotus or yknow literally just you riding him and this is because he loves seeing your face slightly scrunch up due to the pleasure and he want to be able to kiss you whenever he wants to.

| G - Goofy [Are they more goofy or serious in the moment]

He always tries to be sweet and sentimental during moments like that like telling you he loves you and just praising you in general but if you do the same to him he’ll get flustered and kind of shy but continue nonetheless. Plus Jaehyun is a dork so it wouldn't be an often occurrence but he'd let his dorky side shine through sometimes like if you were visibly nervous about doing something with him he'd say something to try and light up the mood and to get you to smile so he's not exactly goofy but not 100% serious either.

| H - Hair [how well do they Manscape]

I feel like he'd trim but he isn't completely bare. He feels like having hair is more of a manly look but he also thinks it takes way to long to shave so he keeps himself tidy and trims now and then but doesn't fully shave it off.

| I - intimacy [How romantic they are during heated moments]

He always tries to be romantic even if it's just a quickie or he's super exhausted, he always wants to make sure you know how much he loves you and cares for you and he wants you to feel appreciated and never wants you to think he doesn't care. He gets flustered easily and can get shy sometimes but it still doesn't stop him from letting you know how much he loves you.

| J - Jack Off [self explanatory]

He doesn't do it too often but if he had a dream about you and woke up with a raging hard-on or something he'd get into the shower to cool himself off plus it makes for the easiest cleanup.

| K - Kinks [What they're into]

He doesn't have any hardcore kinks or anything but he'd probably be into marking, like leaving Hickey's, bite marks, and the occasional red print of his hand on your body, and he enjoys when you mark him as well.

He may like to be called daddy(?) not to an extreme like with DDLG or anything like that but occasionally, Maybe if he's really needy or your really needy you'll call him Daddy just to get him going or something(?).

He's definitely into body worship and praising both ways, he loves to be told he's making you feel good and you complimenting him always makes him flustered and he loves telling you how good you're doing for him.

Likes edging and overstimulating you and also being edged and over stimulated and he's a fan of dirty talking. Nuff said.

| L - Location [Favorite place to have sex]

Literally anywhere in your home. He likes having the freedom to make noise, do whatever for however long, etc etc, but he doesn't care where it is in your house you have sex whether it's the floor, kitchen counter, shower, couch, etc.

| M - Motivation [Turn-ons]

This man finds you so attractive it's impressive how easily you can get him going, you look at him a certain way, and he’ll be reading every single thing you do towards him as flirtatious, your thighs are exposed, Man is putty in your fucking hands, and making out with you or you kissing his neck gets him too.

| N - NO [turn offs, something they wouldn't do]

Anything involving another party. Whether it be someone watching you two, him watching you and someone else, or a threesome, it's just something he doesn't like the idea of at all, so not necessarily a turn-off but he wouldn't be comfortable with it.

Anything that has to do with him hurting you or you hurting him he is not for at all, BDSM is a no, even though he somewhat likes being called daddy on rare occasions DDLG creeps him out, and he wouldn't like insulting you or being insulted.

| O - Oral [once again self-explanatory]

Giving: doesn't fucking back down. Whenever he goes down on you he never half-asses anything. He gives you exactly what you need and it feels just as good to him as it does to you, it's something about seeing you that pleasured and knowing he's the cause of it that gets him, he’ll quietly groan onto you while he's going down on you, he's just loves it.

Receiving: as much as he loves giving he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him just as much but will never admit that. He would groan and whimper so much, putting his hand on the back of your head and lightly pushing you down making you take him in deeper as his head tilts back and he groans while telling you how well your taking him- I'm gonna stop before I go feral. Needless to say, he enjoys you giving him head.

| P - Pace

My man got rhythm fOsurE- doesn't matter if it's a more sensual moment his thrusts are always hard and decently fast, yeah sure he'll start slow but his pace will always have the both of you seeing fucking stars.

| Q - Quickies

He does prefer to have more time to do whatever he wants with you but if there isn't time for a drawn-out session he wouldn't mind a quickie.

| R - Risk [comfort zone]

Like I explained in D [Dirty Secret.] he'd be open to trying out some semi-public stuff but he wouldn't actually wanna get caught if that makes any sense. He'd just wanna do it for the thrill.

| S - Stamina [how many rounds they can go]

To be honest with you I feel like his stamina is pretty decent he'd probably be able to go 3-4 rounds with little breaks in between.

| T - Toy [their favorite toys]

He probably wouldn't use toys on you but he would like to use silk ties or handcuffs to bind your wrists to your bed frame and maybe a blindfold as well,

But I also feel like if you were to use toys on yourself he'd like to try mutual masturbation, for example, you'd be sitting on the bed or something using a vibrator on yourself, whimpering and slightly shaking from the stimulation it's giving you while Jaehyun sits across from you Jerking off, but seeing you in that state would make him wanna take over.

| U - Unfair [do they tease, do they enjoy being teased]

He's a huge tease. Act surprised. He'll tease you by subtly brushing his hands over your chest or put his hand on your thigh moving it dangerously close but only rubbing soft circles on your inner thigh with his thumb but not touching you where you want him too, just using his teasing actions and words to get you all hot and bothered.

He lowkey enjoys it when you tease him as well, he finds it very intriguing and thinks it's pretty funny that you're doing it and acting like you won't let him bend you over the nearest surface and take you.

| V - Volume [do they moan or are they quiet]

If you two were somewhere he couldn't exactly make much noise then he'd keep his sounds to a minimum, little grunts here and there, heavy breathing, kissing you so he'd stay quiet, but if you were at home or a hotel or something and he didn't have to be that cautious about volume then he'd moan quite a bit, I feel like he'd get vocal because of the sounds you're making so he could put his fingers inside of you and would moan under his breath because he’d unconsciously mimic the sounds you'd make.

| W - Wild Card [Authors choice]

He's a switch with a top lean but if you were to initiate something and start being dominant with him he'd be putty in your hands.

| X - X-Ray [how big they are]

I feel like he'd be 8 inches when soft and a solid 8.5 when hard and he's not exactly super girthy but not super slim either so he's like in the middle of the scale but more towards the girthy side, but I mean hey your guess is as good as mine.

| Z - Zzz [How fast they fall asleep afterward]

He wouldn't allow himself to fall asleep until he got you cleaned up and made sure you had whatever you needed. If you're the type to fall asleep fast he'd pull you towards his body and rub his hand up the side of your body making sure you were okay and asleep before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself but if you are the type of person who can't fall asleep quickly or easily he'd make sure you're alright before laying on top of you and nuzzling into your neck before letting sleep engulf him.

(well..was it absolute shit?)

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ladyblogger-margie · 3 years

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Will “Ironhead” Miller – NSFW Alphabet

***Female Reader

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)

Will prides himself on his excellent and gentle aftercare. It doesn’t matter if your session is rough or soft, he will make sure to take care of your every need. He will clean you up first of course, then he’ll pepper you with sweet and gentle kisses and hold you close. If the weather is hot and you’re both too sweaty for a cuddle, he’ll still find a way to be close to you by tracing patterns on your skin with his fingers or lips. He wants you to feel safe, to feel at home with him.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part on themselves and on their partner)

Will doesn’t want to admit it, but he is very proud of his chest. It’s perfect for cuddling, but also really strong. He never misses chest day at the gym and if you want his attention all you need to do is touch his chest and he’s all yours.

His favorite part of your body is your hips. He loves grabbing onto them as he pounds into you of course, but he also loves holding them gentle as you dance together in your living room, or tracing his fingers along them while you’re making dinner and he has snuck into the kitchen to sneak a bite.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum - I am a disgusting person)

Will loves to watch his cum drip out of your wet pussy after he’s fucked you. He’ll watch your body tremble and pulse as it pushes his cum out, then he’ll push it back inside you to watch it all over again. He’ll repeat the process as long as he can. But sometimes when he can’t help himself he’ll scoop some of his cum out of your pussy and put it into your mouth, gently and tell you to suck it off his fingers.

D = Dirty Secret (What do they secretly want)

He wants you to peg him. He will not tell you that until he really, really trusts you. He’s not sure if this is something he’d ever feel truly comfortable enough doing with someone. But when you’ve been together a long time, and you finally admit that it’s something you’ve always fantasized about too, and you talk it out together, he lets his inhibitions go and his secret fantasy is realized.

E = Experience (Do they know what they are doing?)

This man absolutely knows what he is doing. Though if you try to change up the routine or try something knew it can knock him back a bit and he’ll need your guidance to get comfortable and into the rhythm.

F = Favorite Position (Self explanatory)

He loves when you sit on his lap with his cock deep inside you. He loves to press your foreheads together and look deep into your eyes as he slowly bucks into you. You may think you’re in control since you’re technically on top, but really he sets the pace and the general intensity. He loves that from this position he can cling to your hips and rock you on his cock.

Though he also does love doggy style. This position really gives him unrestricted access to your hips and a great view to watch the cum drip out of your pussy after he finishes. He’s mostly slow and gentle, but he does let go from time to time which makes you feel absolutely wrecked.

G = Goofy (Are they serious during sex or goofy?)

He’s a pretty serious guy when you guys are intimate. He wants you to feel good and wants to show you how he can take care of you. That being said, if something happens then sure he’ll giggle with you and make you feel comfortable. However, he does that with the intention of strengthening your bond and deepening a connection.

H = Hair (Are they well groomed?)

This man is one of the most meticulously well-groomed men there is. His facial hair is always immaculate and neatly trimmed which matches his pubic hair. He’s never hairless, except across his chest – he doesn’t want anything to hide the work he’s put in to shape his chest just right.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

Will Miller is so present. He is known for his ability to track numbers and his devotion to order, and all that does is make him more attentive. He knows that if you do an extra sun-salutation during your morning yoga routine it’s because you had a bad dream, and if you sneeze twice in a row it means you’re getting sick. He knows you in the small ways. That includes when you two are having sex. He knows every inch of your body and what every sound you make actually means. He knows you completely.

J = Jack Off (Do they masturbate?)

When he was single, he was a twice a week masturbator mostly as a way to relax. He has a routine and he sticks to it. However when you showed up in his life, he rarely does it anymore as the two of you take care of his needs together. There is the occasional time when you’re out of town for work and you sent him a particularly naughty photo or text message and he just can’t help himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves to tie you up. He’ll tie your wrists to the headboards, or behind your back and bring you apart slowly. He loves to tie you up starfished on the bed and leave you there while he does the dinner dishes or makes a couple of work calls. Then when he’s good and ready, maybe, maybe he’ll let you cum before he fucks you. The whole time though, he tells how proud of you he is, and how you’re his good girl.

L = Location (Favorite place to do it)

He loves to fuck you in front of a fireplace on some blankets and pillows. He loves the strength of the floor beneath him with the warmth from the fireplace that helps create a thin slick of sweat over your body which he kisses and licks up with pleasure. He loves the act of collecting the blankets and the pillows together and laying them out just so.

M = Motivation (What turns them on or gets them going?)

Will loves when you caress his chest, if you want him to take you, then and there, all you need to do is sneak your fingers underneath his shirt and across his ripped chest. If you can’t get your hands on him, bending over in front of him with no underwear on will absolutely set him off. He loves, loves your pussy.

N = No (Something they will not do. Turn offs.)

He will not slap you. That is a hard rule, he’ll compromise with some playful spanking if you ask, but a slap on the face is something he will never do. The violence of that is too triggering for him and he’s afraid to let go that way around you, afraid he may actually hurt you.

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

He loves, loves to give oral. He loves making you fall apart with his mouth. He will live between your legs if you let him. He will spend hours and hours with his lips on your clit and around the lips of your pussy. It’s not always about pulling an orgasm from you, sometimes it’s just to help calm your mind. Though he’ll never deny you a release if you beg.

P = Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?)

Most of the time Will likes things very slow, very sensual. He is never in a rush and just wants to stay in the moment with you. He likes being able to look back at your time together and genuinely remember the soft touches and gentle caresses. He loves to slowly pull an “I love you” from your lips as he stares into your eyes as he fucks you softly.

However, sometimes a good fuck is absolutely called for and that’s when you’re left with bruises on your hips from the grip of his fingers. His pace is so hard and fast you will not be able to walk after he’s finished with you.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than regular sex)

He is never going to turn down a chance to be close to you, but quickies aren’t really his style. He loves to take his time with you and quickies just leave him wanting more. Generally quickies are just him eating you out whenever he gets a chance.

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

He is surprisingly not a big risk taker himself, and doesn’t feel the need to experiment much. He likes his routines and knows he’s good at the skills he’s already developed. Though if you asked him, he’d try (almost) anything as long as you both agreed on a safe word and talked through things first.

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

He’s in pretty good shape, but he is starting to get a little older. He can normally get two rounds in pretty confidently though. Though sometimes they blend together into one marathon session that leaves you both exhausted and totally spent. One thing is for sure, he is never finished until you’ve cum at least twice.

T = Toys (Do they own or use toys on themselves or partners?)

He does not own any toys, that is until you two take the plunge and invest in a strap to use together (See D = Dirty Secret). He does love that you own a vibrator. He insists you bring it with you if you ever leave town for work or any other reason. Then when you two talk on the phone in your hotel room he loves to listen to you use your vibrator.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Will loves to tease. One time, which you will never ever use against him, he came just from spending all afternoon teasing you. He will tease you by sending very detailed messages about what he will do to you when you both get home from work. He loves to edge you over and over again until you’re crying and begging for your release. Also see K = Kink.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

This man is dead silent. Sometimes you can surprise a soft moan from his lips and if your session is a little more wild than usual – which usually happens after a stressful experience or thanks to either really good or really bad news – he can’t help but grunt through his exertion. If he calls you a good girl, it’s so quiet that the first time you said it you weren’t sure he intended for you to hear it.

W = Wildcard (Random headcanon for your character)

He has serious abandonment issues. This leads to some hot and cold behavior towards you that can be frustrating and confusing at first. Once you get to know him better though, you start to be able to read his cues and better understand this behaviour. It can also lead to him being clingy with you. Most of the time it’s actually really sweet and adorable, but every now and then it leads to a fight. The way you guys make up though, it’s almost worth the fight.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Will is PACKING. They do not call him Ironhead for nothing. He’ll generally tell people the PG version, that he is stubborn and that’s what led to the nickname. You even believed that version too, until you two finally hooked up and he showed you the real truth. He was thick, like you’re not sure how he’s supposed to fit, thick, and yet he’s got some serious length too and that’s what really lead to the Ironhead moniker.

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

He does his best to compartmentalize all aspects of his life. This helps him maintain his sex drive as a secondary impulse. Before you, he had a simple masturbation schedule and didn’t turn a thought to it beyond that. However, once you showed up and helped him relax a bit more, he opened himself up to be more vulnerable and along with that, really unleashed his sexuality, much to your pleasure.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He never falls asleep before you if he can help it. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of before he can even think about falling asleep himself. One time though after a rainy day when you two spent all afternoon fucking in front of the fireplace he did drift to sleep while you ran your fingers through his hair. You let him stay there until his stomach rumbled with hunger so loud he woke himself up.

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rfadaydreaming · 4 years

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jumin han / nsfw abc’s

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

so attentive to all your needs. needs a minute for you both to catch your breath and come back down to earth, but almost instantly he’s all over you. wraps his arms around you, kisses your neck, murmurs words of affection into your skin. plays with your hair and listens to you talk about whatever you please, you’ll be doing most of the talking since he’s pretty quiet after sex. super casual and even somewhat lazy aura after the whole thing, he’s not lying when he says he gets drunk off of you. not exactly tired, just super calm and relaxed. after some snuggling he’ll offer to clean you up, run a bath, order food, or just stay in bed together if that’s what you’d like to do. whatever you prefer, he’s perfectly content.

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

he’s not fond of anything in particular on himself, hasn’t really thought about it much? but if he had to choose, he does like the way his hands look. his fingers are long and soft, they look especially good dancing across your skin, or covered in your cum. the last one he prefers the most <3

for his partner, it's the finer details that really get to him the most. the tiny things that no one would otherwise notice. the back of your neck, inside of your wrists, the softness of the skin between your thighs. even the freckles that dot your skin, every tiny little detail comes together to perfectly form you. that’s why it’s his favorite. finds it beautiful. victorian man over here !! hide your ankles

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

loves finishing inside. theres just something about it for him. stands back to admire as it pools out of you, much to your embarrassment. uses his tip to gather it all up, pushing it inside you again before starting round two. will love if you get all flustered about the whole thing too.

when you come to visit him in the office, he’ll finish inside and quickly pull your underwear up so nothing has the chance to spill out, a mess like that on the floor would be tough to explain. bonus points if you wear them throughout the day only for him to find out when he gets home from work, it will drive him crazy.

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

got turned on when you said his name during the phone call the two of you shared shortly after you had joined the RFA. he’s never had that happen from someone’s voice alone, but then again, no one has said his name in such a slow and quiet way like that before. made him feel a little uncomfortable with himself, so he just ignored it and tried his best to forget. but you were definitely on his mind later that night. thats one of my favorite calls skdhksbs he was so surprised

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

no experience, like... none at all. maaaybe has watched porn once or twice but it didn’t really do anything for him, so he never picked it up again. the type to sit through sex scenes in movies completely unphased.

he knows basic anatomy of course—had a good education so he's aware of what’s going on—but only really researches the hidden tips and tricks once he gets in a deeper relationship with you. seven probably sends him know how links out of concern, they do help though !! he’s a naturally observant man as well, so he’s quick to learn what you like, the things that get you moaning and squirming the most. Not afraid to ask what you want from him. honestly if he hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t have a clue about his inexperience. boosts his ego sm <3

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

any position where you’re bent over he loves. doggy style, over his desk, against a wall.

also loves when you ride him while he’s sat at his work desk, gives him a good position to let his hands run wild all over your body. something about sitting in his office with you over him like that, riding him. really likes that.

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

obviously he can smile or throw in a few sarcastic quips here and there, but overall takes the whole thing pretty seriously. gets a little nervous if you laugh for no reason, throws him off for a second. it’s pretty serious for him, sometimes there's off moments here and there of course, but he’d rather skip over them than dwell for too long. not a lot of laughs, he’s busy focusing on the task at hand. hold in your laughter please he will get offended

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

doesn’t shave completely, makes him feel weird when he does, but keeps himself trimmed often. prefers the neatness.

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

prefers intimacy more than anything else, kissing your neck or wrists while he slowly thrusts in and out of you, whispering sweet words into your shoulder while he does so. he’ll trail your skin with his fingers and leave behind little pecks. loved asking questions or pointing out little things you might not have even noticed that he's absolutely in love with, freckles or birthmarks for example.

but that doesn’t mean he can’t also be rough. he likes bending you over, grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you beg for him. versatile king

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you:

rarely, he would do it on occasion? If he had a stubborn urge that just wouldn’t go away for some reason, but never really got the feeling for it. If he did, he never fantasized too much, just focused on the feeling until he was done. feels gross for the rest of the day after he does it, makes his head foggy.

After he met you:

still doesn’t do it too often, he has you after all. If the mood strikes he’ll ask if you’d like to help him out with his problem. phone sex is common on business trips, so he does it then, and if you want him to touch himself in front of you, he definitely will without a second thought. but unprompted and alone, no. he’d rather just wait.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

possessive sex. If you spend too much time with zen, someone flirts with you too openly, or even when he just starts to get caught up in his own head, the sex that comes after is intense. especially at events. he’ll make it a point to smudge your makeup, leave marks on your skin, turn you into a drooling mess. he’ll have you repeat who you belong to, make you beg for permission to finish, really gets off on being the one in charge. domination kink

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

home is probably his favorite just because it’s where you’re most comfortable getting loud, you both can spend as much time as you need there without any interruptions. the office is a close second though.

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

when you wear short skirts with nothing else underneath them, especially if you come to visit him in the office. bonus points if he’s insanely busy that day and doesn’t have time to bend you over his desk. text him beforehand and watch how many times his eyes shift to your legs, the way he looks at you. really drives him up the wall. but besides that most of the time all you have to do is speak and he’s ready to go, all day every day. say the word and he’s yours.

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

no choking, slapping, drawing blood, anything too intense in the bedroom that’s super violent. It just.. doesn’t get him going. he’s not too picky with what he will or won’t do, but that isn’t his cup of tea.

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

either or, if you give he’ll always give back and vice versa. prefers giving a bit more honestly, loves seeing you come undone from his mouth alone, but no complaints if you sneak under his desk at work and start undoing his belt.

skillswise it does take him a bit of getting used to at first, but he warms up quickly as he gets to know your body more. again, observant and a very quick learner. will never complain about his jaw hurting, never ever. groans a lot into you while he’s doing it, let’s himself get himself lost in the whole thing.

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

it depends on the mood or how either of you feel that day. he does prefer slow and intimate just a bit more than anything else, but isn’t strongly leaning towards one or the other.

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

proper sex if he’s able to, only likes quickies when you two are in public and or a time crunch, but they’re definitely not his favorite. If he does have to finish quickly, he’s sure to make it up to you later. they’re surprisingly often though, especially if you drop by his office. you’ll always leave looking way redder than you did before.

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

most anything you want to try, he’ll try. He wants to make you happy. I don't see him being overly kinky right off the bat since he doesn’t have much experience? but he’s down for new things. pretty risky, loves public sex after all.

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

at first not too long due to his inexperience, but he learns to hold back more as time passes. pretty good at controlling himself, wants to see you come undone as many times as he can before he finishes himself. after a hard day at work he can only last a round or two, but normally he can go for awhile.

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

doesn’t own toys for himself, but has a few he’d buy for you. has quite the selection of vibrators. his favorite is a pink one that's controlled by his phone, it gets quite a bit of use, especially during events. handcuffs and blindfolds too !! always super pink, he likes that color for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

unfair, making you beg, edging you until you can’t bear it any longer, embarrassing you especially with his dirty talk. doesn’t hold back in the slightest, so it’s never fair for you. he’s selfish after all.

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

grunts, groans, little “fuck”s under his breath. more vocal as he gets closer to coming, he breathes heavier and groans deeper in his throat. It’s never super loud, he’s way more on the quiet side. prefers to hear your sounds more than anything else so he's focused on that the most, doesn’t really moan too much.

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

cannot send nudes for the life of him. like, it’s bad. super blurry, awkward, or way too dark. it’s cute whenever he tries though. for some reason they’re just so painfully awkward looking. opt for phone sex instead

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

never measured himself officially? but he's on the lengthier side— more than seven inches for sure, he leans up more towards his stomach but overall very straight, no curves or anything. cut, not too many veins except for one prominent one his underside that will absolutely drive him insane if you run your tongue across it, his tip is very red and incredibly sensitive, jumps a little if you go in on it way too fast. he has way more length than he does girth, and the size stays the same all throughout. i know his dick is pretty i just feel it

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

before he met you, low. but after he met you, all those years of repressed sexual frustration really started to show huh, he can’t go more than five minutes without keeping his hands off of you. It’s high, especially at the beginning of the relationship.

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

depends on how work was that day !! But no matter what he tends to stay up for a while afterwards. you’re much more likely to fall asleep before him most of the time. he likes think for awhile first.

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fertileimagination · 3 years

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King Tullah sat upon his ornate gold throne, a masterwork of artistry, embellished with fine and rare purple velvet. In front of him were three women, taken from his recent saccing of Baraq.

"Welcome to my court. It may not seem it, but you are in beneficent circumstances."

He looked intently at the woman on the left, the oldest of the three, had seen maybe thirty winters. She had fairer skin than the rest, and a full, curvy frame.

"I am Mesri, a simple baker." Her voice shook. "I worked with my husband but he was ..." she trailed off, in obvious fear of accusing the king of causing her husbands death.

"He is gone now, you are here now. Please continue, tell me of your bakery."

"It was our pride and joy, it grew greatly in the past few years." Tears streamed down her face.

"I am sorry." Tullah offered, sincerely. "I aim to reshape the world, but unfortunately destruction is a necessary in the act of creation."

Her lips twisted with grief, holding in her sorrow. She wished to wail uncontrollably, but feared the consequences.

His gaze turned to the middle woman, barely of marrying age, quite tall and broad shouldered. He was met with a rebellious stare.

Before he could ask, she announced herself.

"My name is Batara, and I wish to challenge you, for killing my brothers and father."

He was firm and silent, but a smile began to grow.

"I would accept your challenge, if not that your loyalty and zeal would let you best me. Your spirit is immense, young woman.

He turned to the last woman, who had darker skin than the rest, and quite sharp features, her hair was shoulder length and shoulder length. She seemed to be between the age of the other two

"My name is Asari. I am a bookkeeper, I help my father in his work."

Tullah was pleasantly surprised, not many women could read or write in her kingdom, being a bookkeeper was quite a rarity.

"Is your father a good man?"

She paused.

"He is the kindest man, praise the gods that he still walks with us."

"Can he manage his business without you?"

"It would be more difficult, but he is an earnest man."

"Very well."

Tullah paused for a moment.

"I have made my decisions. Mesri, you will work in my royal kitchen, I hope that practicing your craft will let you find joy in your life once more. Batara, you will join the ranks of my archery units, may your fury against me pierce the hearts of my enemies. Asari, you will stay here at the palace for now. I will send your father a scribe to assist him."

With a wave of his hand, the Mesri and Batara were lead away, and Asari deeper into the palace.

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Asari was lead to a royal bed chamber, the likes of which she had never seen or imagined. The finest gold and indigo blue cloths draped the walls. Two gold statues of lions flanked the bed. And gold oil lamps encircled the room. In the centre of the room was a large circular bed with a clould like duvet which seemed to have light rain on it from above. In the centre of the ceiling there was a large skylight that illuminated the room.

The guard motioned for her to take a seat at the edge of the bed. A servant brought her a cup of water, she accepted, the coolness calmed her nerves.

As the minutes passed, Asari's wonderment ot the room was replace by doubt about her fate.

It was half an hour before Tullah made his entrance. He strode past the double doors flanked by six women in white silken robes, each of which were obviously pregnant, all carrying short swords ar their sides. Each of them seemed to be from a different part of the world.

Asari was confused as to who these women were, surely they were not his honor guard.

Tullah stopped a bodies length infront of her and the six walked past her standing around the far side of the bed.

The king's stance was wide and he stood confidently. He wore a blue and gold robes the matched the color of the room. He was not particularly tall, but quite muscular, with olive skin and jet black curly hair. His beard was full and a few inches long, but sharply trimmed. He had green eyes and a strong nose .

"Asari, I have chosen you to be my newest wife. I have taken one from each of the cities I have conquered. So there are many, you may not even meet them all in your life time."

"You will be well taken care of, and outside of bearing my children, you will be free to do as you wish. In particular you might find the palace libraries quite interesting."

"Omara, come here, please."

A dark skinned woman, the most heavily pregant of them all answered.

"Yes, my king."

She made her way around the bed gracefully, Asari just now noting how tall and slender her body was to be carrying such a large belly. Her hair was tightly curled but short, like a soldier.

Omara went to Tullah's side, and turned to face Asari.

"She is her own woman," her kissed her cheek, "but you must understand, the child is mine." He stepped behind her and reached around to put his hands put his hand on her belly possessively.

"This child will be destined to rule the city of his mother. As generous a king that I am, the people always resent being ruled by an outsider."

"What if I do not wish to be your wife, or bear your children?"

He laughed with a hint of arrogance.

"The doors of my palace are unlocked, you may leave if you wish. There will always be another who will accept my generosity."

"Why are your wives armed, is that not a threat?"

"Oh, yes, that was an idea of my first wife. She feared me at first, so I gave her my blade. If I ever strike one of my wives, the others will cut me down."

"I am still not sure I could leave my father, he will not manage well without me."

"Your loyalty to your father is most admirable. Could he stay with you here instead?"

Asari was at a loss for words. She could not help but feel the king's generosity as a kind of coercion, rather than seduction. He was making the grass of each other path look wilted, while his was lined by blooming flowers.

Omara stepped to her and sat beside her on the bed. She took her hand and placed it on her belly.

"Do not be a afraid, it is wonderous to feel a child of such a great man grow inside of you."

She felt the movement within. Asari had been so busy helping her father, she had barely consired marriage or motherhood. In that moment she felt a deep longing to be like Omara. She felt a tightness between her hips.

She felt Tullah sit to the other side of her.

"Will you stay as my wife?"

She turned to him, smelling the spiced scent of his perfume. It intoxicated her, as she stared into eyes trying to discern whether his generosity was a ruse. She felt her loins growing warmer, and she became desperate to feel his skin. She reached into his robe and placed her hand on his hair covered chest, she could feel his heart beating strong and steady.

Without thinking she leaned forward to kiss him. Her lips tingled as they pressed against his. He reached around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her body almost melted with submission to his will.

She eagerly began removing her clothing. She felt hands undoing the back of her dress. It was Omara. She felt Omara's warm kisses on her neck and back.

Her top half now exposed Tullah began kissing down her chest, stopping at her nipple, gently suckling it and flicking it with his tongue. Strange new sensations tickled through her body.

Asari leaned back and pulled her dress down to her knees, and Tullah removed it, casting it to the floor. The king stood and removed his robes. His erection glinted like a sword from the light above, his balls like that of a bull.

Omara had removed her clothing and weapon as well and began kissing Asari. Asari caressed Omara's belly.

"You are very beautiful" Asari whispered, awash in strange sensation and attractions. Omara smiled back.

Tullah gestures to the rest of the wives to join them. They too disrobed and disarmed, before crawling across the bed to the other three of them.

Tullah drew the fair skinned Kae to him, she haid ling blonde hair and blue eyes, and was five month's pregnant. Kneeling towards each other they began kissing intensly. Tullah's hand reached low and his fingers began stroking her lips. Kae moaned lightly.

Omara fingers danced to Asari's loins, they were slick with wetness, her legs opened freely. Omara slipped a single finger into her, and curling her finger back. Warm pleasure and tnsion started building within Asari, her back arched and eyes squeezed shut as it overwhelmed her.

She opened her eyes again to see a mass of limbs and bodies writhing beside her in pleasure. She felt Omara's fingers pull out of her, and she looked down, Tullah was standing between her legs, his sweaty and muscle bound body glittered like a statue.

He pushed Asari's legs back and the tip of his penis pressed to her wet lips. His manhood was not long, but had great girth. She pulled him inside her, his dick hitting the same spot that Omara had been touching.

Tullah thrust into her, she lost her breath immediately as he filled her. He leaned towards her kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling around each other. He straighten himself upright and pulled Asira firmly onto him, grunting with pleasure.

Asira saw him as a prize stud, surrounded by his mares, who obviously adored him.

Tullah took her legs and placed them over his shoulders, his hands cupped her buttocks firmly from underneath. He raised her off of the bed, and began raising and lowering her on to his cock.

Waves of pleasure overtook Asari, she wrapped her legs around Tullah's back to stop her writhing from getting out of her control.

Her eyes locked with his, she saw duty in his eyes, that this act was all part of of something more for him. She did not love him, but she admired him.

The pleasure in her had reached atm tipping point. Every muscle in her body tightened with the rush of her climax. She tightened her self around him and he thrust harder, himself panting and grunting like a wild animal.

She felt a soft burst of warmth inside of her, and another. Tullah's face contorted as if he was in pain. His erection begain to soften inside her, and he let her down collapsing ontop of her.

She threw her arms around him and pulled him close. The weight of his body was comforting to her. His back heaved up and down as he laboured to regain his breath. His sweat soaked her body.

Around her, his other wives cooed and moaned as their tongues pleasured each other.

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that-yandere-life · 4 years

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Bucky Barnes for nsfw? Thank you. Love your content.

[Thank you so much for helping me celebrate! I hope that you enjoy, and that it was what you were looking for!]

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

At first he probably won’t be aware of what aftercare is, even when he was a ladies man it was in a time where that wasn’t really considered as it should have been. However once you inform him of your needs he will tend to them happily!

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

Favorite part of his: His hair, it might not be traditionally considered a body part but after Hydra it’s the thing he likes most about himself. Especially the feeling of you caressing it tenderly, or pulling on it in the midst of passion.

Favorite part of yours: Your fingers, it goes in tandem with his hair in a way because they are usually touching it in some way shape or form. Pulling, tangling, caressing his hair, or touching his scars carefully, he just wants to be in contact with you.

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

Inside of you most of the time, it would be his preferred place as most Yandere’s when posed this question. While he might not be ready for kids immediately, he does want to have some with you in the future.

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

Upon learning what Pegging is, he really wants to try it with you. Knowing that he trusts you more than anyone else in the world, so he is willing to give up a little control to you. Something he refuses to do in his daily life, after living so long under someone else’s control.

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

While back in the day he had experience, and he can remember certain things from that time… He will not be experienced as much as you, as things have definitely changed in the 70+ years since then. Don’t worry though, he is a fast learner ;)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary for the most part, because he wants to be looking into your eyes as he tenderly fucks you, or plows you into the mattress depending on the occasion. Not to mention he wants you to have full access to his hair, as it drapes down over his pleasured expressions.

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

Bucky deep down is a pretty lighthearted guy, a little sarcastic but in an endearing way. So while he will mostly keep it romantic or passionate, he isn’t above laughing or making a comment to make you laugh.

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

While under Hydra’s rule he didn’t have any semblance of personal hygiene really, however now he likely will keep it trimmed to your standards. Whatever you prefer is how he will maintain it, wanting to make you happy most of all.

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

Incredibly romantic, as he never thought he would have someone like you in his life after all he went through. Personally thinking the life that he wanted so desperately as a boy was forever lost, until he met you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

On missions when he can’t be with you, purposely saving nude photos or videos of you into his phone for such occasions. [Only after you showed him how to put a password on his device haha] He isn’t shy about it, as he might have been back in the day, especially after you assured him that it was perfectly natural.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Worship kink, he will worship every single ounce of you, and the ground you walk on. That’s honestly how much he truly loves you, and how obsessed he is with you. Kissing you from head to toe, only to start over at the beginning. Praising you, and telling you how lucky he is that he has you the entire time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outside under the night sky and stars is his favorite, because it makes him feel like you are the only two existing in the universe at that moment. As long as he has you beside him, he is whole once again.

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

Whenever you call him Sarge or Sargent, he never thought that it would affect him in the way that it does. Or if you ever decide to dress how they did back in the day, your outfit wouldn’t be on long before it was lying on the floor of your shared bedroom.

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

Would never want to do anything to really harm you, and would never want to choke you with his metal arm. Even if you asked for it he would be incredibly uncomfortable, even if he is now in full control. Not wanting to use a murder weapon that could potentially be the end of you if he doesn’t know his strength properly.

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

Back in the day he never experienced either really as it was kind of taboo or not really thought about. However now he LOVES both giving and receiving! While at first he will be a bit sloppy and uneducated on what to do, he will read your expressions and noises accordingly to figure out what you enjoy most. When you first went down on him he was a little on edge at the thought, but once you got into it he thoroughly enjoyed it.

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

Depends, after a bad mission it’s going to be fast and rough, he will need to get his frustrations out in a positive manner. What better way than to fuck you into next week? Most of the time however he will start off slow and sensual, before adjusting his pace accordingly to make you fall apart around him.

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

Most of the time he wants to take in every single moment with you, that being said he isn’t above a quickie if you are both in the mood with little time. Closets, bathrooms, conference rooms, any place that is remotely private.

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

Sexually is really the only time he takes risks anymore, and that’s because the two of you just can’t keep your hands off each other. Often slipping away from events or parties to be with each other. Sometimes you return to the event, sometimes you don’t.

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

Super Soldier my dear, he can go for as long as you can and then some. However he will be very attentive to you and he will know when you can’t handle anymore. Which is perfectly fine with him because you come first!

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

Likely wouldn’t own any toys at first, but once you introduce them to him he is all for trying practically anything out with you! Expect your collection to grow exponentially as you both experiment with what you like.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I don’t really think he would be much of a tease, but if he does tease it would be in a very cute sarcastic manner. Don’t make him jealous however, it won’t end well for the other person. Not that he would kill them or anything, but he isn’t above roughing them up a little bit or confronting them publicly.

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

Grunts, groans, not incredibly loud. What is kind of loud is his praising of you, sweet nothings said in the heat of the moment, passionate kissing of not only your lips but anywhere he can reach at the time.

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

Wore your underwear once after losing a bet between the two of you, and found that he actually really liked it. So you bought him some of his own, especially as it is super sexy when his pants come off in private. ;)

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

Thickkkk, uncut, slightly above average length.

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

High, but only since he met you. Before he didn’t even really think about it besides the odd jack off when he couldn’t help himself.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky doesn’t really sleep well even now, so he will likely watch you fall asleep way before he would ever give into slumber himself. Always afraid a nightmare might wake you up, causing both of you to lose precious sleep.

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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Through It All

Part 31

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,469

Warnings: Exhibitionism, p in v.

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fulfills my sex in a car square.

Somehow, Morgan and Blake are already two months old. They recognize your faces now, their gazes trailing yours and Spencer’s movements. Colors are starting to get more cemented in their view. They get bigger and bigger each day. It’s astounding how quickly they grow. But man do you need a break.

Spencer’s orchestrated it yet again, inviting his mother and your parents over to the apartment to watch the kids. Your parents have met Blake and Morgan before, but it’s Diana’s first time and she’s in awe. “I know they can’t technically look like you, but they have your eyes,” Diana laughs. “When you get home will we be able to spend a little time together before I go back?”

“Absolutely,” he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her medication is stable but he still sees twinges of her losing her memory, so even though he knows you’ll both be tired after your little day away, he assures her they’ll have dinner together before he drives her back. “We’ll be back tomorrow night, okay? For now, bask in the babies.”

“Oh, I will,” she coos.

---

As soon as you get in the car, you ask Spencer where you’re going, but he refuses to let you in on his little secret. He just assures you that it’s going to be a fun time and allows you to drift off to sleep in the passenger side seat.

A little over three hours pass before a bump in the road wakes you up. It’s probably the most peaceful sleep you’ve had since the twins came home. “Are we near Virginia Beach?”

“Yup. I know you said you used to go when you were a kid, so I figured you’d enjoy going back.”

You practically start to cry. “When the babies are older we should bring the whole family here.”

Spencer reaches over with his free hand and slips his fingers in yours. “Family. Never thought I’d have that.”

When you look over, you see his eyes wet with tears. “I know, but you do. It’s real. We’re real.”

“That we are,” he smiles.

---

After sunset, you pull into the hotel parking lot. It doesn’t look like a normal hotel. It’s not a Hilton or a Marriott. It’s a smaller-in-comparison place called The Tapestry that looks like a small winery. Rain-worn wood and white-trimmed windows. And it’s just a short drive to the beach so right after checking in you get back into the car and make the drive.

Most people are leaving because the sun has already set but instead you allow the gentle lapping waves to beckon you toward the shore. You sigh as Spencer cracks open the front windows and turns off the ignition. Though the waves are soft, no white caps indicative of an incoming storm, the second the world goes quiet around you, the sound of the ocean begins to almost purr, lulling you into contemplative relaxation. “Wanna cuddle in the backseat?” You ask hopefully.

Spencer is all limbs and smiles as he fumbles his way into the back of the car before holding his arms out to welcome you into his embrace. Even though you aren’t standing up, you somehow trip into him, smashing your face into his chest which causes you both to lose your breath in a fit of laughter. “This was necessary,” Spencer sighs.

With lithe fingers, he strokes up and down your arm, fingernail grazing your skin just so, sending shivers down your spine. Gentle or firm, his touch drives you crazy and suddenly a dirty thought enters your mind. “Sir?”

Immediately, you feel him stir. “Yes, love?”

“You never got to do any impulsive teenage things like have sex in the backseat of a car?” You give him a big, shining smile, knowing the answer and how the idea will roll around in his head.

Spencer takes a quick glance around before replying, his hands skimming under the hem of your shirt as he does. “No, too busy with school. Help me?”

Without a thought to who might see, you slip your shirt up over your head and throw it on the floor next to you, before dipping your lips to his neck to trail along behind his ear. He shivers and gathers you close, breathing heavily into your ear.

Reaching between you, you unzip his jeans. He sits up ever so slightly to allow you to push his pants down below his knees before sitting down again. When he grasps your waist and pulls your sex flush with him, you grind slowly against his cock, losing yourself in how quickly and easily you affect him.

Spencer bits down on your ear as you line his cock against your entrance, sliding down with ease, the mix of pleasure and pain shooting straight through you. “As most teenagers, I’m probably going to shoot off like a bottle rocket,” Spencer says, laughing into your mouth, his hips thrusting upward of their own accord.

“Me too, it’s okay.” You’ve had sex in front of a room full of people before and yet the idea of getting caught is revving you up in ways you hadn’t thought possible. Out the back window, you’re keeping an eye out for incoming headlights. “I think someone’s coming.”

Spencer grabs your face and tongues at your mouth. “I don’t care. Let them see.”

You laugh and begin to swirl your hips in figure eights just as the car pulls up a few spots away. Thankfully, it’s not a cop, it’s only a horrified older couple that quickly backs up and drives away upon seeing you. Laughing, you throw your head back and caress your breasts, offering them to Spencer as he latches on. “I think you liked that a little too much,” he teases.

“Not me,” you say playfully, whimpering as he nips at your taut peaks. “Why would I like that?”

“Because you’re my little slut,” he replies. With both hands, he grasps your hips and holds you in place as he thrusts upward with no abandon, crying out your name as you tighten around him, shaking. Spencer rakes his fingernails up your back as your trembling subsides. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

“What? Exhibitionism?”

“Yea,” he laughs, kissing along your collarbone.

“I don’t know, but I suggest we do more of it. How about a movie theater? We’ll go to one we know won’t be packed, sit in the back and try to get each other off while being as quiet as possible.”

“You’re so kinky,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Just one of the many reasons you married me.”

Disentangling yourselves, you both redress as much as possible and drive back to the hotel, quickly stumbling into your room where the clothes once again fly.

---

The next morning, you lazily make love in the shower before going to grab breakfast. He brings you to the same restaurant you used to go to as a child, reveling in the big buffet and stuffing yourself full. “What’s next?” You ask happily, practically jumping up and down. Not that you aren’t still young, but having children puts your life in a different perspective. Having this time to breathe allows you to just be again, filling you with childlike joy.

Spencer reenacts your trips with your family step-by-step, first taking you to the Virginia Aquarium. You’d always loved watching the sea turtles, so you sit there for nearly two hours, in silence, with Spencer’s arm wrapped around you.

The entire day is planned. He takes you to lunch and then for a walk through the state park before driving you to the Norfolk Botanical Gardens. As you glide along the path hand-in-hand, Spencer leads you through a maze of colorful flowers, butterflies fluttering delicately all around you until you reach a gazebo practically crawling with red roses.

Underneath the sprawling ivy and red roses, Spencer gathers you close and pulls out a smallish velvet box, definitely not a ring, but something sparkly. “You proposing again?” You laugh.

All he does is smile.

When you open the box, the gleaming metal catches the sun’s rays and brings attention to the heart lock. It’s sterling silver with rose-gold accents and has a key sitting just beside the heart. Spencer steps closer, slipping the bracelet out of its box and around your wrist. “With three babies, I know life is hectic and we don’t always get to do the things we used to do, so I bought this. Every time you look at it, I want you to take comfort in knowing that you’ll always be mine.”

As your eyes fill with tears, you pull him into a heated kiss, only breaking away when you hear someone else approaching. “Thank you, Sir. I’m where I’m meant to be.”

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NSFW Alphabet - Miles Strasburg

(screencap is my own)

Soooo, I spent the weekend watching the Darrow & Darrow movies, and fell head over heels for Miles...which resulted in this. I’m not sorry.

Warnings for a whole lot of smutty headcanons

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

Miles is practical. If there’s no water by the bed (or wherever you happened to do it), he’ll go get some. His priority is making sure you stay hydrated. Miles is also a snuggler. After sex, he’ll want to cuddle for as long as you both possibly can. He likes when you lay with your head on his chest or when he can spoon you from behind. As long as there’s a lot of skin to skin contact, and he gets to touch you and tell you how amazing you were, he’s happy.

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

Miles loves his hands, mostly because you love them. He knows that you love how big they are, how long his fingers are, and he loves what they can do to you. As for you, Miles knows it’s a cliché, but he loves your smile. He loves your bright smile that can cheer up the worst day, loves your sleepy morning smile, loves the bedroom smile you give him to let him know just how much you want him, loves the soft, sated smile you wear after. Just everything about your smile.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Back to being practical, Miles is gonna keep it wrapped up, even if you’ve been together for a long time, and probably won’t even think about going without a condom until you bring it up. Which means that nine times out of ten, cum doesn’t really get involved. That being said, with some encouragement from you, he does occasionally enjoy cumming on your stomach and chest.

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

Miles really wants to fuck you in his office. He thinks about it a lot. He wants to sweep everything to the floor, lay you back on the wood, and absolutely make a mess of you. He’d start by going down you, forcing you to bite down on his tie to stifle your moans, then he’d fuck you. He’d take away his tie, instead kissing you to swallow down both of your noises. And afterwards, if someone mentions a damp patch on his tie? Just some grape soda.

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

Miles doesn’t have the most notches on his bed post, but he’s not inexperienced either. He had his share of encounters during Law school and his first few years of being a lawyer. He’s had a lot less since his wife passed, only really having a couple of partners. He’s far from rusty though, and he’s a quick learner...

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Miles isn’t afraid to shake it up, but he’s a bit of a traditionalist. He likes to keep it simple and stick to missionary. He loves being able to look into your eyes and kiss you at whim, and enjoys feeling your chest heaving under his own. Mostly, he just loves that he can pin your hands to the bed with his own (something he knows also drives you wild.)

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

Though he’s been known to be serious on occasion, usually Miles is pretty goofy. In fact, he thinks that if you’re not having some fun during the act, it’s being done wrong, and you’re breathless giggles that he turns into moans, drives him wild.

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

Miles has never really thought about grooming down there too much, especially when he’s out of a relationship. However, when the two of you start getting serious, and sex comes onto the table, he does keep it trimmed and tidy.

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

Miles loves to be intimate and romantic. Given time, he enjoys setting the scene. One time you came home to find the bed covered in rose petals, and candles lighting the room. Miles spent the night making love to you, and it was probably the best sex you’d ever had.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

In the early days of your relationship, Miles jacked off quite a lot thinking about you. He was so enraptured, how could he not? Though he’d be hard pressed to admit it, he still does sometimes. If you haven’t seen each other in a few days, he’ll masturbate thinking about what he wishes to do to you, and vice versa.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Miles isn’t super kinky, but he does enjoy using his tie to blindfold you sometimes. He also purchased some silk rope to tie your hands to the bed too. Miles enjoys sensory play, so keeping you like that means you get to enjoy everything he does to you even more. On occasion, if he’s had a stressful time, Miles does like it if you switch places, and you tie him up instead. He’s also a big fan of the erotic massage, both giving and receiving.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Miles’ ultimate favourite, hands down, is the bedroom, where you can have complete privacy to explore each other, and take your time.

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

Miles loves seeing you in a well tailored suit. There’s something about the way the clothes hang perfectly on your body that drives him wild. He is, also, a stereotypical man, and if he comes home to find you in something skimpy and sexy, he’ll think all his Christmases have come at once and that he’s the luckiest man in the world.

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

Roleplay. Specifically roleplay that involves abuse of power somehow. Whilst he obviously understands that it is just an act, and that you’d be consenting, the idea still makes him exceptionally uncomfortable.

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

While Miles will always enjoy you going down on him, there’s just something about seeing you on your knees, taking pleasure in giving him pleasure, his preference is always to go down on you. Hearing your moans and the way you chant his name as he uses his mouth to bring you to your peak, is absolutely one of his favourite things ever.

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

Miles has been known to get a little rougher, especially if things aren’t going well with a case and he’s frustrated, but usually, he prefers to go slow and take his time. If he can, he’d spend an entire night making love until you’re both sweaty, exhausted messes.

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

Miles is definitely not opposed to quickies if the occasion pops-up (that one time during the office Christmas party immediately springs to mind,) but he definitely prefers to take his time.

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

Miles really isn’t that risky. He doesn’t mind the odd experiment, but only if it’s pretty safe. The riskiest thing the two of you have done was have sex outside one time when you went hiking together.

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

Miles isn’t as young as he used to be, so he can’t go for that many rounds. The maximum rounds you’ve had together is two (both of which were fantastic so you definitely weren’t complaining.) However, with his age and experience, comes stamina, and Miles can last a long time if he wants to. Which he does, because he always wants to make sure you come as many times as possible before letting go himself.

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

Miles doesn’t own any toys, and he’s never thought about buying any either. If you show him one of your own though, or go out to buy one as a surprise, he’s going to thoroughly love helping you use it. Maybe a little too much. You’ll be walking funny the next day for sure.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh Miles is going to tease. It takes him some time to get comfortable enough not to stumble over himself, but once he does...he loves it. But, he’ll readily admit, that between the two of you, you’re the superior teaser. Especially when you’re out somewhere public, and start whispering in his ear what you’re thinking, or texting him the odd sexy pic during the day. It drives him mad.

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

Miles is pretty quiet, he tends to hold back a bit, not wanting to come across too eager or embarrassing. Half your fun though, comes from dragging every little noise out of him. Your favourites are the small breathy moans he makes when you’re sucking him off, and the half-choked groan when he comes.

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

Since meeting you, Miles’ new favourite item of clothing to wear is a tie. He loves when you grab him by it and pull him into a passionate kiss (usually shortly after a trial where you watched him be his awesome self and put a bad guy away.) And the first time you suggested using it to tie your hands or use it as a blindfold, his brain almost broke, but fuck, he loved seeing it on you like that.

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

Look at those pants. Miles is packing. He’s long and thick and curled a little to the left, and every time he fucks you he fills you perfectly, and leaves you craving more.

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

In between relationships Miles’ sex drive has never been that high. But when he’s with you, he can never get enough. Even after being together a long time, Miles still craves the touch and feel of your body against his. One of his new dreams is to whisk you away on a vacation where neither of you get out of bed the entire time.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He hates to admit it, but Miles can’t stay awake for as long as he’d like afterwards. If he had it his way, he’d stay awake long enough to watch you sleep a little first, (he loves how relaxed and at ease you are asleep in his arms,) but that’s not often the case, especially if you’ve been at it awhile. You never mind though. You love watching him sleep as much as he does you, and it means you always fall to sleep with a smile.

#lemons #miles strasburg x reader #miles strasburg #miles strasburg imagine #darrow & darrow imagine #Tom Cavanagh

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