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Sexy Headcanon Meme!

Since I can never seem to find any to reblog, I decided to make my own! Send some in if you like. ^_^ (Or reblog for yourself).

👀 - What do they look for in a sexual partner?

🍑 - Top/Bottom. Do they have a preference?

🌹 - Dom/Sub. Do they have a preference?

🏳️‍🌈 - What is their sexuality and romantic alignment?

🌈 - Sexual fantasies?

💘 - Kinks?

😔 - Any sexual fantasies/kinks they’re ashamed of?

😝 - Are they loud/vocal, or do they stay quiet?

😋 - Spit or swallow?

🌸 - Do they have an aftercare routine?

👌 - Favourite position?

👅 - Oral sex. Do they prefer giving or receiving?

💋 - Do they prefer casual sex or relationship sex?

3️⃣ - Pick 2 characters to join them in a threeway, and explain why you picked these two.

😡 - Are they into hate sex? If yes, name another character they might have hate sex with.

🤑 - Would they hire a sex worker? Would they do sex work themselves?

👗 - Clothes off or on during sex?

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on?

🔥 - How sexually active are they when they’re single vs. in a relationship?

🤗 - Do they like to cuddle after sex?

🍆 - Do they prefer rough or gentle sex?

☠️ - Do they have any bad sexual experiences?

🛏️ - Do they like having sex outside of the bedroom? If yes, where?

🍸 - Do they have any methods of courtship for getting people into bed?

😘 - Are they affectionate during sex?

😉 - How flirty are they?

😰 - Is there anything sexual that they find upsetting?

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Mel’s breathing was getting heavier already just watching him. He was so handsome and she wanted him very badly. She wrapped her hand around him properly and began to stroke up and down, kissing his cheek she hummed: ”How do you want me?”

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

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Mel watched him and hummed softly. ”Can I ask you a personal question, Percy?” she shouldn’t really. She kind of knew the answer and she had probably already asked it once. But she needed the reassurance somehow… that nothing could happen.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

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Her breath hitched a little as she looked up at him. Her hand found it’s way to his chest and as she spoke she carefully moved it downwards. ”Oh yes, very comfortable, and I can think of several…. situations, when the bounciness can be a perk,” she hummed as her hand came down to rub his length. A part of her wanted to make him late for work.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

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” Thank you. I know I’m saying it a lot but I genuinely mean it,” she hummed as she finished her food. She wasn’t sure if they were getting dessert or not but the food really had been delicious. It distracted her from thinking about the handsome man in front of her.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

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Mel groaned a little, enjoying his touch and closeness. She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes slightly. ”We’ve gotten distracted, but we’re in bed now. Properly for the first time.”

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

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Mel couldn’t help but smile. It was really happening. She couldn’t believe it. ”Thank you. I’m gonna be saying that all the time to you.” Maybe if he helped her with this she could see him again sometime.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

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She happily kissed him back. His touch made her feel very tingly, and she really wanted to keep him close. Her breath hitched and she took his hand placing it on her breast. She wanted to feel his touch.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

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She hesitantly nodded. The future was unsure but she really had to just put her trust in him. ”Thank you, I really appreciate all the help.” She didn’t know how she would repay him. Well, there was always one thing she could do.

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

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She smiled and moved in closer to him. ”Maybe I’m not. This is better,” she hummed happily. She knew he had to go to work soon but she didn’t want to think about it. She wanted to stay with him.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

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”That’s a very nice way of putting it,” Mel said with a smile. She hummed thoughtfully as her mind returned to the uncertainty of her situation. ”I don’t know what I can do for work….. no one’s gonna hire me…”

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

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Mel stirred when she felt his kiss to her forehead and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing him smiling beside her, well she couldn’t help the adoring smile on her face. ”I think I’m still dreaming.”

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

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”No I don’t think she would,” she chuckled and sipped her wine. ”She is quite a picky little lady when she wants to be. But she’s good company so I don’t really mind.”

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”

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Mel held Percival until she could tell that he was asleep. She just enjoyed the moment of listening to his breathing and the warmth of his body. She could be happy like this. She soon fell asleep, excited to wake up beside him.

The Newbie (open starter)

Percival Graves had quite a reputation. He was serious and strict, although never angry, always (almost eerily) neutral. This extended to his personal life, too, as far as anyone was concerned. There had been no romantic relationships or even friendships harboured outside of the workplace.

But that would change. Because Percy had a crush. As silly as it sounded for a man of his position and age, even he would admit that he had a soft spot for this one particular person. Fairly new, and occasionally seeming a bit lost, but a hard worker all the same. They just made him smile, really, and get that warm fuzzy feeling as though he was looking at a cute puppy. It made him feel like a teen again, and as much as that was nice, it was becoming increasingly distracting - and obvious - at work.

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”But as we’ve established, it’s easier if there’s two of you. Sadly I only have Sapph and she doesn’t get that much human food,” she chuckled softly. Her mind was drifting to what she could do once she had a new apartment. A clean slate….

The job was supposed to be simple. The boss would give her a instructions on where to meet the client and she’d go, do the deep and leave. But some people were weird. Still, she didn’t mind. She just hoped this guy would pay enough so she could make rent this month.

She got dressed according to what the client had asked for (an outfit which was slightly more dominating than usual) and took a cab to a motel she’d been to a couple of times. It was fancy enough and very out of the way. She had been given a room number and she didn’t know who to expect when she knocked on the door. Usually when she was sent to this place it meant they were powerful and didn’t want anyone to know that they had ordered the services of a high quality escort like herself. But she was still surprised when the door opened. Percival Graves, Director of National Security and the President’s right hand man.

”Hello. I believe you’re expecting me.”

Percy was just lonely. But private too, and uncomfortable with the vulnerability that was required in order to get close to someone. So this was the solution. He was a little embarrassed, really, but somehow it felt better than actually opening himself up to closeness, or rejection.

He isn’t dressed in his usual suit, but a comfortable sweater and simple cotton pants. He looks nervous at the door and moves for her to come in. “Yes, I have.”