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sapphiccaa · 22 days ago

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arthurtv nsfw alphabet headcanons

A = Aftercare

Mega cuddler. That’s all I can say. Doesn’t matter how sweaty or tired or covered in cum you are—he will latch onto you like a koala and rub circles into your back.

B = Body part

He’s very proud of his physique, and loves how much you enjoy touching his chest and arms. He loves almost everything about you but most of his infatuation is towards your hair (he gives you MANY compliments about it, loves touching it, etc.), your thighs and legs, and your ass.

C = Cum

He doesn’t love cumming inside you (without a condom) but he is a fan of cumming on your face and chest. He thinks you look really pretty like that.

D = Dirty Secret

He would LOVE to have a threesome with you. Either with another guy (eiffel tower kind of action) or with another girl (lowkey lesbian fantasy sort of thing).

E = Experience

He had some experience going into the relationship, but he improved A LOT through your relationship because you’re not shy to tell him what you want and he takes constructive criticism very well.

F = Favourite Position

He loves cowgirl because it’s a bit easier on his stamina. He also loves seeing your chest bounce in front of him (where he can kiss them) and being able to grab your arse and hips to help guide you. Lots of positives about cowgirl!!! He does like seeing you on him during reverse cowgirl (ASS) but he prefers to make more eye contact.

G = Goofy

He cannot keep a straight face to save his life, it feels too awkward to him.

H = Hair

Trims his pubes with scissors every so often just to keep it contained but he couldn’t really care less either way.

I = Intimacy

VERY into kissing and loves to make out during sex. He will interlock your fingers together if you’re in missionary.

J = Jack Off

He got himself off almost every day before you met, but now maybe once a week (when you don’t get much alone time together). When you or him are away for an extended period for any reason, he’ll send you cheeky texts while he’s getting off because he prefers that over watching porn.

K = Kink

He enjoys being overstimulated, almost in a “milking” type of way. Also being submissive. He won’t indulge in this every time, but once you discovered he liked it, you wouldn’t stop slipping pet names and other things into conversation to make him flustered.

L = Location

Favourite place is the couch. He likes how, even though he lives alone, there is something very taboo and fun about doing it in the lounge. But usually the bed.

M = Motivation

He will get an instant hard-on if you sit on his lap.

N = NO

He never wants to hurt you or make you cry. He prefers to be on the receiving end, if anything.

O = Oral

He honestly has equal preference for giving and receiving. He loves seeing you bobbing your head and taking your time, but he also loves getting between your legs and working on you until your thighs are shaking on either side of his head. He likes having his head pet, held, and hair pulled while he’s down there too. Although he was not super skilled when you first met, he became a quick learner.

P = Pace

Giving you head, he can move his tongue like it’s nobody’s BUSINESS!!!! But when he’s fucking you, he does go a bit slower. When you’re on top, he loves fucking up into you quickly.

Q = Quickie

Definitely prefers taking his time taking you apart, but when there isn’t much time, he is not opposed to a little quickie (giving you head, getting head, handjob, fingering, anything really)

R = Risk

Not super into the idea of public sex or anything like that. He’s just too anxious.

S = Stamina

Usually one round, two when he has the energy. Third if you take a nap between. He won’t hesitate giving you more orgasms though. But he likes taking it slow so he doesn’t finish quickly.

T = Toy

He bought a rose toy in a video as a semi-joke but he knew he would use it on you when he saw you next. He likes controlling the power and seeing you squirm.

U = Unfair

BIG TEASE!!!! He likes making little jokes and sometimes surprises himself with how explicit they are.

V = Volume

He’s a quiet moaner, especially in your ear, and ends up whimpering a bit when he comes. He might also indulge in a little overstimulation (see above: K) and gets VERY vocal.

W = Wild Card

He has dabbled into petplay and further submission but only through porn and online means. He’s worried about bringing it up and he’s not even sure if he’d enjoy doing those things in real life.

X = X-Ray

Substantial 5 inches, uncut, not too thick, could be described as “cute”.

Y = Yearning

Pretty high sex drive. During the first month after you had sex for the first time, you were on top of each other at least once a day. It cooled down after that but he always likes making silly provocative jokes around you to tease you a little, which usually leads to someone getting someone off.

Z = ZZZ

Cuddling often leads to quickly falling asleep. You can’t be mad at him though because it’s so comfy in each other's arms.

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sapphiccaa · 22 days ago

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got you running in circles

arthurtv x reader

cw: suggestive, fluff, flirting, drinking, friends to lovers, submissive arthur xD

an: hey guys!! This is my first fic uploaded directly to Tumblr !!! im super excited to release this because I’m quite proud of it :D

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You peered through the windows of the bar, noticing how dark it had gotten since you arrived. It was mid-summer so the sun usually set quite late anyways. Your first drink was settling into your body nicely, feeling light and airy. The beating music in the room swayed your weight from foot to foot. Arthur, George, and Isaac had all snagged stools at the bar, leaving you to stand. Arthur had insisted you take his stool but you insisted that you enjoyed standing.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit?” Arthur asked. “I really don’t mind.” You hated this, you really didn’t want to inconvenience anyone.

A voice behind you spoke, “Just sit on the poor man’s lap.” It was Arthur Hill, who had just returned from the toilet.

George and Isaac both chimed in, laughing casually and agreeing with Hill. Your eyes met Arthur’s who wasn’t laughing, but rather smiling awkwardly. Oh… he was so cute like this. This will be fun.

“You know what? You’re right,” you said, “Arthur?” Raising a suggestive eyebrow, asking for his permission.

He puffed out a breath of air and nodded, “I guess yeah I don’t mind.” He moved the hand that was resting on his thigh to the wooden bar top, the other by his side holding a pint. You shuffled to sit across his legs, your back resting against the bar. You immediately recognized the warm stiffness of his thighs under yours, skirt riding up just enough that your bare skin was touching his jeans.

You turned your head to Arthur, as if to make the moment slightly more intimate, only for him. “Thank you,” you said under your breath. His sweet smile shone back at you, and you could see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Was he nervous? God, you hoped so.

You turned your attention back to the other guys who were chatting about Hill’s bathroom trip.

“Why didn’t you lock the stall though?” George asked.

“I thought I fucking did, mate!” Hill fought back, “the door was closed. I don’t see why she opened the door.” He looked utterly perplexed, his words slurring accordingly.

“Hold up,” you broke in, “it was a woman? In the men’s toilets?”

“That’s the kind of thing I would do,” Arthur said, his gentle chuckles pressing against you.

Everything was so funny to you now, “What the hell are you talking about, Arthur?”

“Have I not told you this?”

“No!” you nearly yelled. “Wait, let the other Arthur finish his story first. And then you,” emphasizing this by pressing a finger against his chest, “will tell me everything about this.” You turned back to Hill expectantly. He continued to tell his account, but Arthur shifting around under you was pretty distracting.

Arthur’s generally giddy drunken exterior was replaced by a flushed quiet appearance. Your attention migrated to the cup in his hand, nearly empty. “Want another?” you whispered, leaning close to his ear. Before he could respond, you leaned back to grab the attention of the bartender. You ordered two stella’s, Arthur waiting patiently under your thighs. “Returning the favor,” you said, handing him his pint, “for the seat.”

He chuckled, obviously remembering how silly he felt with a pretty girl on his lap. “It’s not a problem, really.”

The night continued on, drinks swung down your throat in succession, Arthur following easily along. At one point, you couldn’t place exactly why it had happened, but one of his palms had found its way around your waist. He must’ve not hated how it felt, keeping his grip clamped to you. His nervous semblance was shedding to a more red-faced giggling Arthur. The hand migrated from a safe hold on your waist to a slippery slope against your hip, near the waistband of your skirt. With every opportunity you were given, you leaned close to his ear and whispered jokes and comments. You wanted these to be just for him, creating a secret ecosystem between the two of you.

Possibly it was the booze, but there were increasingly more times when Arthur would trip over his words, commonly after you said something that could be interpreted as suggestive. He would keel over a bit, laughing hard and gripping you a bit tighter. Of course it was to make sure you didn’t fall off his lap, but you’ve got to admit, it felt nice to have him hold you like this.

At one point a woman in a low cut red top approached, offering to buy you a drink. She was quite attractive, you flirted a bit, playing the game of table tennis with your words. There was a moment where she alluded at a threesome with “the cute boy” sitting under you. His breath caught in his throat. You took that opportunity to wrap an arm behind his back, rubbing small circles into his muscles. You swore something shifted below you in that moment, an unmistakable stiffness under my thighs.

The woman ended up getting whisked away by her friends—hopefully you’d see her again. Even with her gone, the nervous energy radiated hotly off Arthur. He wasn’t laughing at all your jokes anymore, it was probably reaching the point of the night for him where he clocked out mentally. But it felt too early for him.

You leaned close to his ear once again, “you alright?”. You swear he shivered, so you ran circles over his back again. His eyes met yours and he adjusted his posture, now you knew what was up. “Do you want me off?”

“No.”

You glanced at the phone in his hand and back to his face, “your phone isn’t in your pocket.” You couldn’t contain your smile.

He stuttered his words, “No I… that’s not…Sorry.”

God he is cute when he’s embarrassed. You wanted to take him home. “I want to take you home with me.” You don’t know why you said that. It was true, but you had no right being that upfront and desperate.

Somehow you didn’t royally fuck everything up. “Yeah.” Arthur is a no-bullshit kind of guy, he’ll tell you how he’s feeling, and thank god for that. “Now?”

“Why not,” you squeezed his shoulder and then slipped off his lap. After hugging George goodbye, you peered back to see Arthur sitting uncomfortably, unabashedly squirming in the spot, waiting for you. There are so many awful things you could do to him tonight.

You walked side by side on the pavement, your hands centimeters away from touching as you got closer to the tube station. The train was basically empty when you got on, the late hour attributing to that. You sat close together, closer than was probably necessary, but you didn’t mind the warmth that radiated onto your body. He leaned slightly, his deep breaths felt against your skin. You restrained yourself from fully turning to admire his pretty face. You wanted to make him work for this.

Not too soon after, you were back outdoors and a two minutes walk to your flat. He started talking about bats, specifically about how he thinks they’re increasing in population in the city of Greater London.

“I know someone who found a bunch of baby bats huddled in the corner of his shed. I know I’d be freaked out if I found those things living in my home.”

“They’re quite cute though, aren't they?” you said. “They have such big eyes when you look at them up close, really. Those fruit bats.” They vaguely remind you of Arthur when he gets quiet.

His voice pitched up a smidge, “That’s the problem! They are incredibly cute and then they spread their arms and it looks like a monster from hell coming to take you down.” He performed an exaggerated shiver, “Crikey I hate thinking of this, especially in the dark.”

He looked so vulnerable, you wanted to hold him like a small puppy. You gently slipped your hand to touch his inner wrist. It waited a moment and then slid lower, your palms pressing together and fingers intertwining. You could get used to the feeling of his uncalloused hand, larger than your own, holding you sweetly.

You eventually reached the destination and obviously Arthur fumbled with the front door, pulling instead of pushing. Bless him, he was so nervous. You wanted to calm him down, so you brushed a hand over his shoulder, letting it stretch along his back to accompany him as you walked up the narrow stairwell.

You could barely react when out of the corner of your eye, Arthur fell, in what seemed like slow motion, on the last stair before your flat. He landed on both knees, hair fluffed up a bit, and wincing at the impact. He looked up at you, on his fucking knees, catching his breath with his mouth hanging slightly open.

You couldn’t help myself, “You look quite cute. Like this,” you finger reaching to tap below his chin, pushing up. His jaw closed with the motion and then opened back again, borderline drooling. “You’re going to be fun for me tonight, won’t you?”

Arthur gulped, “I don’t know why this is doing so much to me.” Never breaking eye contact, you slipped your hand higher to cup his cheek, so so sweet like this.

“Get up.”

He stood up no problem, quick on his feet. Was he going to keep being this good once you got into your flat? You entered, Arthur shuffling his shoes off and waiting for your next instruction as you locked the door.

“So what do you wanna do,” he said in a single breath.

“Want to see my bedroom?” you asked like a little kid. He nodded with a drunken smile, so you grabbed his hand and led him until you were face to face in your locked lamp-lit room.

The light glowed on the curves of his features, highlighting his cheeks and brow bone. You brushed a hand over the sunny light, trying to push more warmth into his skin. He leaned against the palm, allowing himself to use it as a crutch for his head. Two fingers rubbed small circles into his temple, you kept eye contact like this, no words had to be spoken to appreciate this moment. The corners of his mouth curled into a tight smile, teeth exposing from his excitement. Naturally, he stuck his tongue out to poke your hand with it. He probably expected you to react like he always did when Chris did the same to him. Instead, you paid no attention to it, continuing to brush paths on the side of his head. He chuckled, scrunching his nose which you couldn’t help but find irresistibly cute. Guess he wasn’t done being a little shit, because he stuck his tongue out again, this time running it up your exposed palm in a drawn-out motion, covering as much surface area as possible. When his dark pupils locked into your eyes, you could tell this wasn’t a joke anymore. Sweeping your hand down, two fingers touched his plush bottom lip. With barely any motivation, his jaw fell enough to let you intrude. Skimming your fingers over the tip of his tongue, he allowed more of himself to open up. You didn’t pry too much, the pads of your fingers laying just past the line of his teeth.

“You’re good,” you said. He didn’t say anything but his face visibly blushed, blinking hard at you. “Do you want to sit on my bed?” He nodded eagerly. “No outside clothes,” you curled fingers under the collar of his soft beige shirt, “you were in the bar with these.”

Arthur glanced down at the hand touching him fairly innocently, shocked at the insinuation. “Makes sense, yeah,” he rushed out, reaching to push his shorts off. You turned away and went to find your pajamas. It’d be quite nice to get him to properly unwrap you. As you faced away from him, you slipped your skirt and top off, spending extra time unclasping your bra and dropping it on the floor. You peered slightly to the left, trying to catch if he was watching in your periphery. He was standing awkwardly in his black boxers, hands clasped in front of him, possibly trying to hide something.

You finished dressing and brought yourself back to him, one hand on either of his upper arms.

“I can keep these on, yeah?” He giggled nervously.

“Of course.” You wanted to call him something cute but you weren’t so sure what it would be yet. You rubbed both hands down the expanse of his arms, it’s often easy to forget how built he was under all of his clothes. He glanced down shyly, getting embarrassed from the attention. You leaned close to his ear, “You’re beautiful.” His forehead fell forward and leaned on your shoulder, seeking support. “Is this too much?” you whispered.

“No,” he said simply.

an: fade to black!! So sorry I’ve never written x reader smut before and I’m scared bahhhhh!! anywho i hope u enjoyed and im always open for suggestions/requests so don't be shy ;) any shares are appreciated!!

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