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Taza Romero - NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Taza is sweet and experienced and knows how to take care of you afterwards. Whether you are in the mood for cuddling or a nice warm bath, he makes sure you're getting it.

B= Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs, and also their partner’s) His favourite body part of himself would probably be his hands. He likes to watch them wander over your body and it makes him proud to hear what pretty sounds he can get from you with just his hands. With you it's a bit tricky because that man worships your body, but if he had to chose, it would probably be your neck. He loves kissing it and he especially loves burying his face in your neck when he's about to come.

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

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He feels like a teenage boy about it, but when he is on a long run, he would definitely take one of your panties with him. Usually a worn one.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Taza is experienced but that doesn't stop him from trying to get to know exactly what gets you going. He picked up some things here and there but when you two met, he wanted to explore together what worked for the two of you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) He's a bit old fashioned maybe when it comes to that and would most likely prefer missionary or some kind of variation from it, but eye contact is usually what's important to him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Now he might be playful during foreplay, but generally he's more serious and passionate.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc) He keeps it trimmed and clean, but doesn't like shaving it off completely.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Taza is usually not the one just looking for a quick fuck. To him it is about connection and about passion, so during intimacy he would make sure to be completely in the moment with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) When he was younger he'd do it now and then, but if he can help it now, he'd rather wait to be with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) PRAISE KINK! Is he confident about himself? Sure. But does it drive him nearly insane when you tell him how good he makes you feel while doing it? Hell yes.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) He is not into risks, mostly because he doesn't like the thought of getting interrupted. He prefers it at home or when you two are sure to have some privacy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Sometimes you would sweetly kiss his cheek in front of others, only to whisper into his ear what you want from him. Something about you acting all innocent and sweet but sharing your desire only with him makes him almost lose his mind. It's usually not long from there that you two get on your way back home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He doesn't like dirty talk in the sense where he'd call you "his little bitch" or "slut" or something like that. He thinks of it as degrading and it kinda ruins the mood for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He does enjoy going down on you, though he prefers to use his hands, so his mouth is free to kiss you. In the beginning of your relationship he felt somewhat shy to ask for a blowjob, but once you offered and showed him you enjoyed going down on him it's one of his favourite forms of foreplay.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) He's sensual and likes to take his time at first, but as you're both getting closer it would become a bit more rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) As said in letter I, sex isn't just about fucking you. It's his way to worship you and he prefers to take his time with that.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Experimenting as in different positions would be something he'd enjoy if you asked him about it. Though he isn't really the type to take risks like doing it in public or stuff like that.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Honestly, he's not in his 30s anymore, so multiple rounds are usually not a thing. But that man has some stamina and that one round will leave you statisfied with everything you need.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) He's not really into toys but I think he'd be willing to try if you brought it up to him.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease) Not much of a tease. Maybe during foreplay, but once you're actually doing it, he likes to show off what he can do to you rather than tease you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sound they make) He's not that loud, but that's mostly because as he gets closer, he usually got his face buried in your neck.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Taza probably wouldn't care too much about "cliche sexy". Matching lingerie, candles, full face of make-up ; all these things sometimes felt "forced" to him. Of course he would be flattered by the effort, but to him you are at your sexiest, when you're completely yourself.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Length wise I think Taza is around average, maybe slightly above. But he surely got girth way above average. You'll definitely have your fun.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) It used to be higher when he was younger and it also depends on how stressed out he is. When there is a lot of stuff happening with the club, he sometimes just can't unwind properly. If everything's fine though you could probably count on 3 - 4 times a week.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) He's usually not too sleepy afterwards and likes to make sure that you're well taken care of first. But he absolutely loves to just fall asleep with you in his arms afterwards, sometimes you even notice him drifting off to sleep while still stroking your hair.

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Stay Tonight: Dwight Manfredi x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @skellyagogo @sca3a @kenbechillin @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Hell of A Message - You send a message to your ex Bill.

The Cowboy At Your Door - Your ex Bill shows up in response to your message.

You’re tired.

Dwight can see that the moment you open the door to him. Your smile doesn’t quite meet your eyes and there’s a weariness in you that he’s never seen before. He realises that’s because you hide this part of yourself, the human side, the vulnerable side. He wants you to know you don’t have to do that with him, that he wants every part of you, not just the persona you put on for everybody else.

“You gonna let me take care of you tonight?” He asks you as he leans in the doorway, the black leather overnight bag clasped in his hand.

“I’m too tired to fuck.” You tell him and he smiles because he finds your forthrightness very refreshing.

“Well I’d like to think I’m a good cuddler.” He tells you and it’s your turn to smile because it’s been a long time since you’ve gone to bed with a man that hasn’t wanted something from you.

He takes his time undressing you, his fingers undoing the each of the buttons of the dress shirt you’re wearing as his gaze stays fixed on yours. You’re beautiful even with the bruising. A masterpiece draped in cotton and ink. This thing between the two of you, it may have started as a very physical attraction but it’s become more far more than that over the past few weeks.  The fabric flutters from your shoulders, falling to the floor before Dwight helps you to remove your bra and panties. He picks up the blue and white striped pyjama set you’ve already laid out across the bed, helping you into the elasticated shorts before drawing the shirt up your shoulders and fastening each of the buttons.

“Thank you.” You say softly as his thumb ghosts along your jaw and he realises it’s been a long time since someone has looked after you.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He whispers, his mouth capturing yours in a tender kiss. “This is what you do when you care about someone.”

He gets you settled into bed before he begins to unpack his own overnight bag, setting the items down onto dressing table and chair. He likes the look of his things intermingled with yours, the blend of masculinity and femininity, he wonders if this is what it could look like in the future if you continue down this road.

“Dwight.” You say with a hint of amusement as he pulls out his clothing. “Did you bring pyjamas?”

“I did.” He says as he turns to face you, holding up the black silk bottoms. “I thought I’d bring the  appropriate attire considering we’re having our first sleepover.”

The two of you have fucked before but he never wakes up with you, you always leave before the sun rises. Him being here tonight, it changes things, it shows that he’s invested, the fact you’re letting him stay, it shows that you are too.

“I hope you don’t snore.” He says as he climbs into bed alongside of you. His arm wraps around your waist, gathering you up close. Your legs tangle with his as he tucks you in against his chest.

“I wouldn’t know.” You tell him, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re the first man to sleep over since I bought the place.”

“That seems fitting considering you were my first.” He whispers, his lips brushing over yours.

His fingertips trace over your features and he can feel your body starting to relax against him as your eyes flutter closed. You’re breathing starts to even out and you nuzzle in a little closer, your palm coming to rest on the space where his heart resides in his chest.

People think that sex is the most intimate thing you can do with a person but Dwight thinks it’s this. Putting your faith in someone else when you’re at your most exposed, it’s not something people in your line of work do. He thinks it speaks volumes about the direction your relationship is heading.

“Good night baby.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over your temple. “I hope you have the sweetest damn dreams.”

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Promo pictures for NCIS 22x03 The Trouble with Hal

NCIS is called in to investigate when a lieutenant returns home on the eve of Halloween to find a surprise party being thrown for someone else at his place.

Guest star: Donna Mills

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Rusty: Lou Ransone x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989

Your relationship with Lou Ransone starts because of a missing person case, one that your colleague Nelson has tucked at the bottom of his pile. It’s a common theme with him. He’s close to putting in his twenty so he spends his days on the computer looking at boats for sale while you handle the workload.

“Think you can take a look at the file for me?” Lou asks you as he leans against the edge of your desk.

“I’m sure he won’t even notice it’s gone.” You say, shifting the takeout containers and mould ridden mugs off Nelson’s desk so you can get to it. As soon as you pick it up you can already tell it’s barely been touched. You open it up to find a single scrap of paper inside, one that includes a photograph of the victim and her particulars.

“That’s all?” He questions and you sigh as you pick up your jacket from the back of the chair and say.

“Looks like the two of us have got some work to do.”

You spend a couple of hours running the investigation the way it should have been in the first place. You divide and conquer, interviewing the mother, the ex, the co-workers, anyone who you can think of that give you more information on Tracie Webbster’s location.

“How can you stand to work with him?” Lou asks you over a working lunch. The two of you are sitting in the conference room watching a video of your victim at a casino. From your position you can see Nelson already asleep at his desk, the napkin that came with his pot pie still tucked into his shirt.

“Trust me, it’s not by choice.” You say, your eyes fixed on the screen as you sip from your bottle of water. “I’m lucky I’m not stuck logging evidence in the basement.”

“Ah the De Breno thing…” He says knowingly.

“Yea.” You say, pausing the video. “That was not my finest hour.”

That case, it had consumed you. Eight year old Bianca De Breno had been snatched from her front yard. You were confident you had the suspect but there was no evidence to prove it. So you made that man’s life a living hell, turning up at his work, making your presence known until you were pulled off the case because he’d filed an harassment complaint. That didn’t stop you, you’d posted up outside his house in your car and eventually your diligence had paid off, you’d followed him one evening to an abandoned house in Hollywood and that’s when you’d saw her. Bianca De Breno being removed from his trunk.

“You still found the girl.” Lou reminds you, nudging your shoulder lightly with his own. “Sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”

He means it, you can tell from the earnestness in his dark eyes when he looks at you.

It’s a couple of days later that you end up in his bed. The case is over and Tracie Webbster is now safely back home with her family. What starts with a couple of celebratory drinks evolves into filthy, open mouthed kisses in the front seat of his car.

You’re panties are soaked by the time he takes you to bed, his fingers hook the elastic, drawing them down your thighs as his lips chase all over your skin kissing, licking, tasting. You come with his name on your lips, your hands in his hair as he fucks into you with his tongue.

“It’s been a while for me.” He tells you in the aftermath as you lay tangled up in his sheets, trying to catch your breath. “I wasn’t sure if I was a little rusty…”

“Lou.” You murmur, your cheeks still flush from your orgasm. “You made me come so hard, I don’t think I can remember my name right now.”

He laughs then, his breath huffing then into the curve of your throat.

“Maybe this is the way we should celebrate all of our cases.” He whispers as you reach between the two of you, your fingers wrapping around his leaking cock. He moans against your skin as you use your thumb to smear precum over the tip.

“Oh Lou.” You say, guiding his dick to the wetness between your thighs. “I think we can do a little better than that.”

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“Yes, she was waiting for me... waiting for me erect and alive, a real, living bride... “

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Can we get a smutty Ned Stark x Targaryen!princess wife for kinktober 2024?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

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The soft moans were a frequent sound from the Lord of Winterfell’s chambers, even after these many years of marriage and pups Ned had given her. Still, the desire that ran through the Princess for her husband was like the fire her family was famed for. It seemed the old wolf was no different as his hold on her only tightened. Their lips passionately touched as Ned gently reached for her bright locks and brought his love impossibly closer. His grey eyes burrowed into her bright ones as soft groans of pleasure escaped him. His wife so prettily sunk down on his fat, already leaking cock. His larger hands slowly moved up her sides as the top of her pretty, silk dress began to fall.

“Never did I think I would have my own Targaryen Princess,” Ned purred in her ear as he pressed open mouthed kisses down her neck. The act alone caused her to shiver as their noses brushed together for a moment. The Lord of Winterfell began to press soft, open mouthed kisses down her bare neck as goosebumps followed his travels. His hot mouth soon captured her pretty, pink nipple that had only pebbled some more. The Princess slowly began to rock against him; her hands reaching for those broad shoulders to steady herself. Her head fell back as began to bounce herself; Ned lazily leaned back and allowed her to do all the work. She was such a beautiful sight; Ned could not resist watching.

“You have me - always.” She whispered her promise breathlessly as her fingers slowly moved through his hair. Ned hummed as he leaned closer; his hot mouth taking her pretty, pink nipple once more as soft mewls of pleasure escaped her. Her own hand slowly moved up and down his chest as her bouncing continued. His larger hands slowly moved to her hips now; guiding her against him whilst Ned moaned her name; his head falling back. How could she still be so tight, he thought to himself before his free hand was soon palming at her breast once more. Ned leaned in; brushing their noses together as her stomach began to tighten in anticipation.

Ned had never thought he would ever be this close to a Targaryen; never mind her being the mother to his heirs. His heart had been won over easily by the Princess and the love had only ever grown between them over the years that had passed so quickly. His thoughts were soon pushed away as his own pleasure began to take control. “My love,” the Princess cooed as she used his shoulders for leverage as his fat cock bullied her sweet, spongy spot with ease. He knew her body like the back of his hand as did his love. They were each other's missing parts. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed in their chambers as her mewls of pleasure soon followed. 

His fingers were soon brushing against her clit; rubbing again and again as his wife tried to keep bouncing. Ned could only groan as she clamped down on his twitching cock. The Lord only captured her pretty clit between two knuckles as she cried out his name. It was not long before the act pushed his wife over the edge. She squirts around his cock; collapsing against his chest as Ned only fucks her through her climax. His hand reaches into those bright locks of hers and keeps his Lady wife impossibly closer. His own hips continued to rock against her; building her climax up once more. Ned was never satisfied with his wife only having one release.

The night usually would end with the wolf between her thighs; feasting with hunger for her like no one before him. His sweet Lady could hardly keep her mind clear as she whimpered so sweetly in his ear once more. Her toes curled as her sweet breasts brushed against his chest again and again with her bouncing movement resuming. His hand stroked up and down her bare back as she only cuddled him some more. Gods, it felt good to be this close to him. She never wanted to be separate from him, even after all this time; their love had only grown. “I want another child,” she whispered into Ned’s ear as her kisses began to travel down his neck. His stubble caused shivers down her spine.

“We have enough heirs, my love.” The Lord of Winterfell replied as his free hand soon returned to her perky, ample breast. His mind flashed to when he could pinch her pretty, pink nipple and milk would flow down with ease. “Do you not want another, hmm?” She teased as his head leaned closer; his tongue moving over her pebbled nipple. Ned only hummed against her soft body; his larger hand reaching for her arse as he guided her movements once more. It seemed his actions spoke for himself as his wife giggled in his ear again. Oh, she knew how to control her wolf, that's for sure. It was never too hard; Ned was such an easy man and loving - it was what she loved about him.

It helped that he seemingly knew everything about her body and how to bring her to the most intense moments of pleasure. But more importantly; Ned made her feel safe in this world that seemingly only hated her. His embrace was warm and loving. It was all she could ask for and desire, she thought to herself as his lips found hers once more. Their tongues danced as she moaned his name like he was one of their Gods. Her hand reached for those locks of his as the act only deepened. She began to suck on his tongue as she gently shook against his chest. Ned only chuckled as he watched her lose control again but he was no better. His cock twitching against her gummy walls.

Her sharp gasp echoed as his Lady’s hold tightened on his shoulders as she creamed around his fat cock. Ned could only grunt as he pushed deeper; his own release ripping through him. Their lips lovingly met as his cum flooded her with ease. “I love you,” Ned whispered into her ear as their noses brushed together once more.

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Complex Emotions - Quinlan Sertorius x Reader

A/N: Rupert Penry-Jones has me in a constant chokehold, and his character in The Strain is no different.

Synopsis: For 2,000 years, Quinlan has thought of nothing but the destruction of The Master. When he meets you, he realises that emotions are complex, and all-consuming.

For the two millennia Quinlan had been on this earth, he’d never understood the concept of lust. Had never grasped why humans felt a carnal desire towards one another, had never understood why men waged wars in the name of a woman. He had seen people in the throes of passion one moment, only to be screaming at each other in a fit of anger the next. Emotions had escaped Quinlan for the most part, and he’d never bothered to try and understand them. Humans were a breed he had no interest in learning about.

That all changed when he’d met you though. It had started with a small, almost undetectable change. His ears would prick up whenever you entered the room, his highly sensitive hearing quickly becoming attuned to the sound of your heartbeat. He began to recognise the sound of your breath, could tell when it was you walking up the stairs. At first, you’d simply been a means to an end, one of the humans who had been foolish enough to aid him in his quest to finally destroy The Master.  But very quickly, Quinlan realised you were more than just a tool to aid him. He looked forward to seeing you, and when you were apart, he’d make sure to check in you, keeping to the shadows as you watched you go about your day. You were more than able to take care of yourself, but the desire to see you overwhelmed him and he found himself unable to stay away. He never allowed himself to get close enough to you on those occasions, sticking to the shadows so you remained unaware of his presence.

His entire life, his only focus had been destroying the evil that had granted him this half-life, cursed him to roam the world as neither a human nor a strigoi. Most people looked at him with fear, treated him like a monster from the depths of hell; but not you. You treated him with a kindness Quinlan had only experienced once before in his life. You made an effort to get to know him, attempting to break down 2,000 years’ worth of walls he had put up. You were inquisitive, and kind, and whenever you spoke, the smallest of smiles threatened to break across his usually stoic face.

Your beauty was unlike anything he had previously seen, far exceeding that of the goddesses spoken of in Ancient Greece and Roman. Quinlan found his mind drifting to you frequently, wondering what it would feel like to kiss your lips, to run his hands along the delicate softness of your skin. He chastised himself when he had these thoughts, angry that his path was being derailed by a mere mortal. But deep down, he knew you were anything but a distraction, and there was nothing mere about you. You were a force to be reckoned with, and so much stronger than you ever gave yourself credit for.

The thought of telling you how he felt had crossed his mind once, only for an instant. He was sat watching you read, a brief respite from the constant chaos that gripped New York. You seemed so at peace in that moment, so beautiful as you sat by the window, the low-lying winter sun accentuating the glow of your skin. He quickly shooed the thought from his mind, embarrassed that he was so consumed such a trifling human emotion as lust. He tried to tell himself that love didn’t matter to him. The only thing of any importance was destroying the evil that had stalked the earth for far too long.

Quinlan was addicted to every part of you however, your very essence enveloping his senses, almost bringing him to his knees. He wasn’t sure how much longer he had on this earth, wasn’t sure if he would even succeed in destroying The Master. The only thing Quinlan was sure of was that until his dying breath, he would vow to keep you safe.

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The Darkness Within - Miguel Galindo x Reader

18+ only!

Synopsis: Miguel knows he's no good for you, but he just can't seem to stay away

Miguel knew you were too good for him. He knew that if you stayed, he’d corrupt you. That he’d warp your innocent mind, twisting it until you were just as dark as he was. It wasn’t that he wanted to, it was just what happened. Once you met Miguel, the darkness that consumed you was inevitable. It happened to everyone Miguel came into contact with. He was poisonous, full of a deep-seated rage that smouldered quietly within him.

You were his ray of light, his sunshine on a cloudy day. He wanted to treat you like a princess, wanted to shower you in gifts, and love, and make you sure you never wanted for anything. He craved you, needed you, could never get enough of you no matter how many times he had you. He wanted to be good for you; to be the kind of person you’d be proud to bring home to mom and dad.

You were so innocent, so intelligent and beautiful. He’d been head over heels for you the moment he met you at the bar, your silky black dress hitched around your thighs as you downed the last of your Cosmopolitan. He’d sat down next to you, offered to buy you another drink. You agreed, so drawn to the man before you. His suit was sharp, his hair and beard perfectly styled, but there was an intensity to him that drew you in like a bee to honey. Miguel took you home that night, fucking you on his marble countertops, the intoxicating sounds of your moans filling the expanse of his kitchen.

He saw you every week after that, falling deeper and deeper into you with every meeting. You were everything Miguel had ever wanted, but he was terrified of how badly he’d hurt you. His job, his life was dangerous, and he woke up every day wondering if he’d live long enough to go back to sleep in the evening. He wanted to be with you, but if anything happened to you, he’d never been able to live with himself.

It was constant battle in his brain, fighting his love for you with the notion that it would all eventually come burning to the ground. You wanted to stay though, wanted to stand by his side while he built his empire. You were stronger that Miguel ever realised, with a business acumen far beyond his. You were an asset to him, both professionally and personally. With you by his side, he was unstoppable.

Nothing was too much for him when he came to you. No gift was too expensive, no meal too extravagant. He had you every night between his sheets, fucking you until his body couldn’t take anymore. You smelled like Chanel No. 5, your scent lingering on his pillows long after you left each morning. He started to see a future with you, a life with you that could be so amazing.

Miguel knew this wouldn’t end well, but you were just too good to resist.

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Halloween Bingo Card 2024: Costumes - Jubal Valentine x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @darqchilddaydreamz @evee87 @delightfulheroshoeflap

When you step through the door that evening Jubal is completely blindsided. You’re supposed to be on a fugitive hunt, a surveillance op you’d told him, the thing you didn’t mention was the costume.

Fishnet tights, black high waisted shorts, a white and red striped corset. There’s a burgundy ringmaster’s jacket fastened over the top and a top hat tucked underneath your arm.  You look like the wet dream Jubal didn’t know he wanted to have.

Your gaze comes to land on him as he raises to his feet and you can’t help but smile.

“Maverick.” You greet him, nodding your head at his flight suit, the aviators tucked on top of his unruly curls. “How was Tyler’s party?”

“I would rather talk about this.” He says, his fingers toying with the lapels of the outfit you’re wearing. “Dare I ask about the surveillance you’ve been doing?”

“Circus themed party, the fugitive thought we wouldn’t spot him in a costume.” You informed him as his hands dip underneath the jacket and come to rest upon your hips, drawing you closer.

“I assume you got your man.” He murmurs, his nose bumping against yours as he leans in close.

“Oh Maverick.” You sigh, as his lips ghost over the corner of your mouth. “You should know by now I always get my man.”

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