#B/C THAT'S THE LAST PLACE ANY ONE WOULD EVER LOOK FOR IT

[strawberryblue-blog]

Hector fort nsfw alphabet

A to Z —Hector Fort.

summary: NSFW alphabet with Héctor.

warnings: YES. +18. smut, headcanon.

words count: +1k

A - after care (what is it like after sex?)

He doesn't usually fall asleep quickly, he always waits for you to be the first to fall asleep. He definitely likes to watch you sleep, so he probably falls asleep after you while looking at you like an idiot.

B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)

He's all in. He has no favorite part because he's a confident guy who works to love himself no matter what. On you, he could say the same thing but he loves your mind much more. The way you express yourself, how you feel things, how you love.

C - cum (anything about cumming)

You usually use condom. You are still starting out and don't want to make any mistakes, so for now he will use a condom until you decide to use birth control or other methods. But that's fine for him.

D - dirty secret (some dirty secret)

Probably videotaping himself while he fucks you or fucking you in front of a mirror to watch you squirm for him.

E - experience (experience in sex)

Basic. What is necessary. He's still learning because of his age and the time since he's had sex.

F - favorite position (to fuck you)

He likes it when you ride him but he is definitely in control, holding your waist and marking your movements. He may also like it when you ride him in reverse.

G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)

It's not that serious but it depends on the situation. If you see each other often, he will definitely play with you for a while and might even joke around during sex. But if you are needy because you have been away from each other, then it will be serious.

H - hair (how do he/you take care of his/your privacy?)

He doesn't have much hair in general but his preference is to shave it all off. As for you, he might like you to do it too but he would never judge you or care if you ever forget or he has time. He's not interested in that way.

I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)

He is usually calm, direct and deep. He likes to take his time to show you his love but sometimes he can get crazy.

J - jack off (masturbation, how much do he/you masturbate?)

He used to do it more often but since he's had you he's cut down.

K - kink (fetishes during sex)

Fucking you in the shower, hot, wet and smothering. Love the sensation. Also bite your neck, bite your tits, pull your hair back, look you straight in the eyes.

L - location (places to have sex)

He prefers safe and private places. Where it's just you and him and no one can disturb you. Preferably beds or sofas but if you want he could fuck you wherever you like.

M - motivation (what excites him/you?)

Honestly any movement of yours is motivation for Hector, maybe seeing you in the mornings half naked, giggly and clingy with him, turns him on a lot. Also when you wear his clothes. He really loves it when you wear his shirts, pants or even underwear.

N - no (what wouldn't he do with you?)

No to anything that could intentionally hurt you, he could never hurt you in any way, even if it's a game. He just can't.

O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)

He's more of a giver. He likes to be in control and be able to show you how much he loves you. It's slow and torturous but until you see stars with his tongue and mouth, he won't stop.

P - pace (how do he like to do it?)

As I said before, he is quiet, he likes vanilla sex. He thinks it's romantic and you will enjoy it much more if you take your time, enjoy yourselves and feel each other deep down.

Q - quickie (do he like quick sex?)

He doesn't prefer them but if it's an emergency or an imminent need, Hector will take it.

R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)

He prefers not to take risks of any kind. He likes to be safe and to fuck you well, not half-heartedly for fear of being caught or being aware of something other than you.

S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)

Two rounds is enough for the attention he usually gives you in each round. He will definitely not only fuck you with his cock, he will fuck you with his mouth, his fingers, his tongue and finally his cock.

T - toy (use toys)

You've never done it before. He might be attracted to the idea of seeing you using some kind of toy such as a vibrator or dildo or he might use handcuffs and the like.

U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)

On a range of 1-10, he likes to provoke you 6-7. It depends a lot on the situation and how needy he is, but he usually likes to play with you until he makes you beg.

V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)

Not so loud, more like heavy breathing or stifling gasps but leaves all the screaming up to you.

W - wild card (small random story)

You woke up in the morning after a night of partying with Hector's family. You had come to visit his parents' house and yesterday you had dinner while catching up and drinking. This morning when you woke up you had a headache, so you quickly went into the bathroom trying not to wake Hector. You needed to relax.

Showering was your favorite time of the day, before going out or after coming home. So here you were, carefully washing your hair and feeling the water relax your body. A small noise made you notice someone entering the bathroom, with a smile on your face you waited for your companion and laughed as you felt a wet kiss on your shoulder. His big hands settle on your waist and help you turn around on him.

“Will you show up every time I'm showering?” you ask amused as his kisses spill over your neck, shoulder and collarbones.

“It's disrespectful for you to get in the shower without me” he murmurs honeyed as his kisses continue to lick you. His mouth bites your shoulder and makes you bristle, squealing.

“Hector, don't…” you warn but he keeps licking and biting your neck. You have clear intentions and you know it by the way he seeks to mark your skin.

Your hands embrace his shoulders and you hang off him as your wall slams against the cold shower wall. His fingers trail down your belly and stop at your mons pubis.

“It's your parents' house” you say scolding him.

But he doesn't care and his fingers slide into your wetness, caressing your lips. You moan slowly, trying to keep silent.

“I'll teach you to wait for me, baby” he growls into your neck as he bites into your skin and at the same time two of his fingers penetrate you hard making you gasp and cover your mouth.

X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)

It is long and slender, somewhat veiny and firm. When aroused it can look even bigger, sometimes it's scary, if you know what I mean.

Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)

He probably has a pretty high desire. You can't blame him, he's a young guy with hardly any experience and he wants to fuck you all the time.

Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)

He can last a long time without falling asleep, in fact, you fall asleep before he does because Hector will watch you until the last second before he falls asleep.

[foxedthecards]

He'd barely gotten that endearing little nickname out before Jonas's soft lips found his.

They'd traded a few playful kisses here and there in the course of their light-hearted flirt battles. Whatever the cowboy might have personally felt about those casual kisses, each one had been a sweet and surprising little treasure to Jonas, ones that made his heart beat all the faster and got him ever so pleasantly flustered. He definitely felt Butch had always had the upper hand in that department.

And now in this moment, Jonas wanted to give ALL those feelings the cowboy kept stirring up in him right back. With interest.

Jonas's hands found that bandanna around Butch's neck and pulled him lower with rather a surprising urgency as his mouth eagerly explored Butch's. He rocked gently back and forth against the taller man, his eyes closed in bliss. That clever little tongue trailed lightly against Butch's parted teeth, found his tongue and curled sweetly around it, tasting the sweet fiery burn of the remnants of blackberry liqueur and all the complicated flavors that had been in his drink.

He didn't let up at that point either, deepening the kiss as his thumbs massaged over Butch's temples, his fingers curling in his feathery soft hair. He was determined to make DAMN sure that Butch would know that he'd drink his very soul with this kiss if he could. Because no matter what went on later in the evening...Jonas was going to give all of this to Butch and Butch alone.

After what seemed like an eternity, his lips closed gently over Butch's lower lip, giving it the lightest nibble and one last sweet pull as if it were the delicious remnants of ice cream at the bottom of the cup and his own lips were the straw getting every last drop. His mouth reluctantly parted from Butch's then with the softest plp! noise and he exhaled gently before bringing his mouth to Butch's ear.

" Please...please remember that. Ok? No matter what..." he murmured. " I'm sorry I-I....I gotta go I'll be back...wait for me. "

He heard his own voice cracking as he said those words, felt dangerous tears start to sting his eyes. He pulled himself away, walking and then running, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth trying to compose himself as he vanished into the crowd.

He headed for the stairs at the far end of the bar. Up them, down the hall, opening the door... but in the time he'd taken to go from downstairs to upstairs something inexplicably warm had started growing steadily through the sick cold fear that was trying to swallow him. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but either way he'd started thinking pretty damn hard.

He stepped inside. It was dark except for the karaoke screen lit up waiting for the next song. " C-cooper..." he said hoarsely, looking around trying to find him. Maybe he'd lucked out and Cooper had gotten tired of waiting?

" Cooper, " he said, a little louder. " W-where are you? "

The door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking into place. " Well if it ain't the Vegas bicycle, " came his growl behind Jonas who startled and spun around.

His entire body had started shivering but nevertheless he clenched his fist and retorted. " I'm...I'm not doin' any shit w-with you...ok? I decided...I'm f-fucking done...I c-came up here t-to tell you that...and-and don't...bring B-Butch into it either..l-leave him alone, ok? "

Cooper sauntered towards him, stepping into the sickly glow from the screen and stopping right in front of him. " Aw. Scared I'm gonna beat up your little boyfriend? "

Jonas's face darkened red and he pressed his lips together as his entire body continued to tremble. " He-he doesn't think of me like that...ok..." he muttered.

" Oh so you're just his fucktoy for the night? Yeah that's about all you are really, you know. Or did you forget? "

Jonas stepped back from Cooper, his eyes averted. " I-I'm leaving...fuck you..." he blurted out, turning on his heel.

Cooper moved so fast it was almost a blur, hand twisting in Jonas's hair as he slammed him backwards into the wall so hard stars burst in the redhead's vision. In that same instant his other hand grabbed Jonas's wrist, fingers digging into his skin painfully.

" Nah. Changed my mind. Think I'll send you back to him in a bit. And he's gonna see the evidence all over you as to who owns your little bitch ass." he chuckled. " Starting with your smart mouth." His teeth sank into Jonas's lower lip and bit down.

Blood sprang up and he muffled Jonas's scream of sudden pain with his own vicious mouth.

" Y-yeah. Guess I am..." Jonas murmured as the next song began playing and Butch sweeps him away in another more fast-paced song.

Now did he mind that other hand playfully drifting down along his back? God no. That teasing hand could go as far down south as it wanted to. His focus however was fixated entirely on those other two hands, clasped together, fingers intertwined. It's really too bad he wasn't looking upwards to see that tender expression on Butch's face that would have made him flustered all the more. But right now those shining brown eyes stared at his hand in Butch's.

Perhaps it was his profession but Jonas tended to focus on other people's hands a lot. They could tell you a lot about a person. Butch's were the kind that you would expect of a cowboy's hand. Rough and rugged, callused...working hands wrapped so carefully, so gently around his own. Fingers as closely intertwined as he wanted to be with him at this moment.

His thumb moved, rubbing little circles in Butch's palm directly under his thumb as the song played on. His mind drifted, losing track of the time as he matched the sway and turn of Butch's hips with his own, moving as close as he possibly could without getting in his way or tripping him up. The songs played on.

The tempo slowed pleasantly, becoming as rich and sweet as flowing honey. Still Jonas watched their clasped hands with daydreaming brown eyes.

His fingers slid gently out of their sweet embrace, curled Butch's fingers downwards and pressed a soft brief kiss to the knuckles. He brushed his hand open again, feather-gentle and this time kissed the palm, close down to where his wrist was before his fingers once again intertwined.

He didn't want to stop dancing. He didn't want to let that hand go. He didn't want to let Butch go! But a brief glance up at the clock told him it was inevitable.

He drew in his breath and closed his eyes. Well now or never, he supposed.

" Butch..." he said in a low voice. " Butch...would...would you mind if I...gave you a kiss. "

He paused, his face flushing darker as he added. " On the mouth..."

[gothicgaycowboy]

❤︎ Jacaerys Targaryen NSFW alphabet ❤︎

My modern Jace’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent hence why I’m using the last name Targaryen instead of Velaryon <3

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

King of aftercare. Nobody else does it like this man when it comes to aftercare and he doesn’t even do it consciously. It’s just his instinct to take care of you.

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

He’s not very into idolizing his own body but he likes his shoulders the most. He learned to appreciate them more when you started complimenting them.

Jace is a thigh man. He loves grabbing at them while he fucks you or feeling them squeeze around his head when he’s eating you out. Natures pillows as he calls them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

His favourite place to cum is on your face. It’s probably the most shocking thing about Jace considering he’s the biggest gentleman out of all his brothers, but he just can’t help it. The image of your pretty face coved in his load will never not drive him insane.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have any crazy secrets, but he really wants to record the two of you fucking. He thinks about it more than it’s probably reasonable for a person to think about it. Setting up his phone to take in the sights and sounds of you getting fucked by him.

Jace knows it’s incredibly stupid and risky with the profile of his family’s name — neither of you have even sent nudes to each other for that reason. It’s just the idea of the two of you having a sextape for your eyes only is very hot to him.

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

He went through a phase of sleeping around in high school like his brother (Aegon of course) until he realized it wasn’t for him. He didn’t feel right using girls like that, he’s a romantic to the core.

The only good thing that came out of his little experimentation was building up quite the resume of experience. You’re grateful for his little hoe phase as you called it.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying, may include a visual)

Jace is a firm believer in the superiority of missionary. He gets to control the pace and look directly at you the whole time. If he’s feeling wild he’ll hike your knees over his shoulders.

He also loves being able to whisper dirty things in your ear while fucks you.

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

He is generally a lighthearted guy at all times so the bedroom wouldn’t be that different. He would never take himself too seriously but he’d also never ruin a perfectly romantic moment by acting like an absolute loon.

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

When it comes to shaving he prefers comfort over aesthetic. He’ll trim when necessary but you are never getting that man shaven bare. He’d want you to do the same in terms of shaving for your enjoyment, not his.

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

Jace is a good old fashioned lover boy. He believes in romance out and inside of the bedroom. Some people have called him corny but he takes it as a compliment.

But just because it’s romantic doesn’t mean it’s boring and repetitive. This man puts all he has into his lovemaking. Honestly he thinks it’s what he was put here to do with his life.

J = Jack Off (how often do they do it? how do they feel about it?)

Probably about once or twice a week. He would never use porn though, for one he knew all that shit was fake, and it just felt wrong especially when he had you. He likes to use his imagination when he does it, picturing you sprawled out underneath him, bouncing with every thrust he gives you, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

In his mind that’s better than any porn ever made, because it’s just for him. Although he does still want to have a real video of you at some point in the future.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

He’s pretty basic when it comes to kinks. Dirty talk will always get him going — the sound of your voice in general actually. He’s convinced he could cum from the sound of you reading him a grocery list. He also really likes watching you masturbate. Seeing the way your body moves in response to your own hands and toys is priceless to him.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He’s a bed guy all day and all night. Nothing beats the comfort of his sheets, but he’s open to trying out wherever you want to.

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

Kissing will always led to something more with Jace. Innocent peck on the cheek? It’s moving to the mouth. On the lips? You’re gonna feel some tongue sneaking its way through.

If you kiss him on the neck you are asking for it. His neck might honestly be more sensitive than his cock.

N = Nope (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely nothing that hurts you. The only way he can stay turned on is to know he’s causing you pleasure, not pain.

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

If he had to choose between never eating pussy or never getting his cock sucked he will happily choose never getting head again.

Jace was built to eat pussy. It’s his idea of heaven. He will spend hours doing it without even breaking a sweat. There have been many times where you had force his moth off you because he ‘wasn’t done yet’. Your pussy is literally a drug to him.

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

Jace is all about taking his time with you so it’s slow and sensual all the way.

Sex with him always starts with you getting eaten out (and we all know he’s enjoying every minute of that) so after he’s had his fill of you that’s when he gives you what you’ve been waiting for. Hips rocking smoothly into you as he tells you how gorgeous and perfect you are.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often?)

He would prefer not to, but if you or him are feeling desperate then he’s not too prideful to get down on his knees for you real quick.

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

He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to experimenting but he will do almost anything to make you happy.

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

A two to three rounds type of guy for actual penetration, but if we’re talking eating pussy? Days on end with no breaks.

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

He was open to trying them when you asked him but the idea has never crossed his mind on his own. He never thought of them as a necessity. The first time he watched you use a vibrator on yourself changed his mind instantly. Anything that gives you pleasure gives him twice as much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

Only so he can make your high last longer. He will rub your clit for hours before he lets you cum just so he can watch you squirm.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make?)

He’s more of a whines and moans type of guy than a grunter. He also loves praising you.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He’s never tried eating ass but he secretly wants to. When he’s down there, nose rubbing circles against your clit, while his tongue licks its way into your wet hole, he’s been tempted to travel a little lower. To spread your cheeks and run his tongue against your ass while his fingers spread your cunt open is his fantasy.

The only thing stopping him is he’s afraid you’ll think he’s gross.

X = X-Ray (what’s goin’ on under those clothes?)

Hung like a true horse. Other than just being a people pleaser to his core, the whole reason he got so into eating pussy was because he knew in order to take some of that initial pain away he needed to prep you first.

He never wants to hurt you but it’s just inevitable sometimes with the absolute size of him. BDE comes with a price.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive? how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He wants to live between your legs. Jace has ‘joked’ many times that the ideal day off for him would be having you sit on his face until he suffocates. He’d be more than thrilled to go out that way.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You run him ragged. Even if you fuck during the day it is required both of you have a power nap immediately after.

I wrote way too many of these alphabets back to back so sorry if the wording in a them is a little repetitive, hope you enjoyed ♡

[hamsternella]

please do a NSFW alphabet of Stanley Pines, please I'm begging you. The one with Ford was amazing.

Here it is!

Stanley Pines NSFW Alphabet

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

It takes him some time to catch his breath, but rest assured that through it all Stan will be wrapping your body in a gentle embrace, accompanied by his laughter. He always tells you how much he loved the encounter, and how beautiful you look despite the sweat and the palpable smell of sex. Not exactly romantic; but amidst all the talk and laughter you always find in his eyes a look of intense love and tenderness.

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

Did you know that in addition to generating conflict and lying a lot, Stan's mouth is good for other kinds of really cool stuff? Like giving you the strongest orgasms and the deepest kisses. If he had to choose, it would always be his mouth. His penis, too—but that last one doesn't exactly sound amazing. Of course his cock feels great; but he prefers that with which he can confess to you precious things, like how much he loves you, or how hot you look riding him. Stan is an expert with words.

Now, as for you… it's complicated. Stan loves everything about you—your whole body is his favorite thing. But if you were to urge him to pick one in particular, he'd say your face. There are many things that turn him on; but your face, in particular, gets him more than anything else in the world. Seeing you in his eyes as he pushes your head so you swallow his cock whole, gasping at you about how good you're being to him and that you're in for a great reward for being so obedient, makes Stan lose himself in a limbo of unimaginable pleasure.

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

He cums a lot and hard. He loves to do it on your ass, or inside your mouth; always making sure you've swallowed it all. If you would give him the approval, then he would also do it inside you.

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

When Stanley can't stand the growing desire for you that consumes him, the cameras tracking your position throughout the cabin help him lessen the need. Whether it's paperwork, business matters, the presence of many buyers or your own personal affairs, Stan tries to use any excuse to control himself, although there are days when it's impossible. A little of your figure or your smile helps him enjoy himself in the privacy of his office.

It's not always him patting his bulge through his pants, his body leaning fully against the chair; sometimes it's the necessity of having to watch you smile while he lets out sighs like an idiot losing his breath because of love. Whether it's one or the other, Stan refuses to let you catch him daydreaming in the gloom of his office. How are you supposed to look him in the face if you knew the adolescent attitudes he has in privacy?

Some recordings end up saved for when you're away. Eventually this guy takes up the activity of taking pictures—of which you don't ever have to know. Unless you find the box tucked away in the back of the closet, of course.

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

Very experienced. Your first night with Stan is unforgettable, and all those that follow equally so. He knows exactly what to do and say to make you a mess; no matter the place or the situation. He is a man who has lived diverse experiences, which help fuel everything that crosses his mind about sex. Rough, tough; soft or sweet—whatever you want and however you want. Stan is willing to teach you everything it takes to make you feel good.

F= Favorite position

It would be difficult to decide the best position, but there are a couple that always end up being used the most.

Rocking horse, because it's the easiest way to have your face close to his, with your eyes on his—the intense gaze of your man devouring your whole figure as you ride him. Impossible to lose sight of you. Stan loves that.

Missionary, because who doesn't love the classics? Nothing better than owning your body from above, bursting into your core with every thrust as Stan rips out a couple of those sweet sounds he loves so much.

Doggy, because if there's one other thing that drives him crazy, it's being able to take the tender flesh of your ass between his hands while watching himself enter you. Stan can grab you by the hair, caress your back or handle you at will. Better yet: you won't see his face when you moan his name; the way his eyes fill with longing.

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

Stan is as serious as he can get. He won't be a sea of laughter or jokes, but neither will he be completely at the mercy of an unflappable face or a tense body. A joke here, a joke there; sometimes a couple of stifled chuckles and crooked smiles, but all a product of the situation itself and the emotions that overwhelm him. It's nothing to be uncomfortable about, I assure you. Stan is a playful guy, who enjoys seeing you made a mess in his hands. Some humor doesn't hurt; but be assured that nothing he does or says is going to be to make fun of you in a bad way.

The effect is always the opposite, in fact.

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

Hairy and unkempt. That's just the way he is. Stan attributes it to his genes, no matter how much you insist that fixing it is a separate issue. Of course, if that's the way you like it, there won't be a problem; but if it's the other way around, and no matter how much he complains about it, rest assured that Stan will get to work to at least trim it a little. The truth is, he likes hair—and that includes you, too. There is no need to feel ashamed!

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

Extremely aware of your needs, which was a surprise the first time together. Stan may seem like a difficult guy —because he certainly is—, but in privacy his heart comes out, even with the heaviness of carnal desire upon you. He's a sensitive man; his rough hands always shy when the heat of the moment subsides, his eyes heavy with concern and his face red, sweaty.

The hoarse words of love and hugs are not lacking. Never. There comes a point where you consider that he needs it more than you do.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stan used to do it regularly when he first met you, being that you didn't see each other often. But once you put your presence in the cabin, the masturbation thing becomes more of a regular occurrence if you two do it together. Stan loves to watch you touch yourself in front of him; just as many other times he did it himself to play with you, watching you get desperate. It's that way you see him so hungry, so needy, that makes him throw himself on you, bending your body over as best he can to fill you up.

Seeing you is all he needs—you are all he needs.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Blindfold sex, dominance and praise kink.

L= Location (favorite places to do the do)

Naughty hands are everywhere. Stan allows you a moment's respite when there are people around; but there will always be a kiss or a couple of dirty words stirring up the floor. Now, when it comes to sex he prefers private places, because the last thing he wants is to risk being seen by someone else; or being interrupted and causing a scene. Sometimes Stan has certain fantasies, but they don't amount to much for the same reasons. The bedroom or office —even the kitchen or bathroom, if you're alone— is more than enough. He's a simple guy.

The car is another perfect place. You are the best travel companion!

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

If you make a pass at him or if you get rebellious Stan feels his pants bothering him. Suddenly his hands itch with the need to put you in your place—maybe a good spanking will help make you say all those dirty things that make him push his cock all the way down your throat.

If you use honesty to tell him how much you need him you may be spared punishment, but still get what you want so badly. Stan tends to warm up to your honesty when it comes to him. This guy loves that you want him as much as he wants you. That's what love is like.

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

Some burning is fine if you let him; but direct harm and anything else you dislike is a complete NO.

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

Stan loves to give oral. He loves the taste of you in his mouth and the way you squirm. But oh, my, he'd be lying if he said he doesn't prefer to have you with your mouth wide open and your eyes full of tears. How this man loves to keep you warm and full to the brim; wet lips and his hands on your head or your cheeks, cheering you on from above with pride shining in his gaze—because you're so good and you do it perfect, so well. You look beautiful when all you do is eat pure cock.

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

Slow at first, not so deep because he prefers to savor the pressure around him. Then it's a constant of hard and fast movements.

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

He likes them a lot, but it is something that tires him out and eventually the time comes to accept that at his age it is an activity that requires preparation and patience. At the end of the day Stan prefers regular foreplay, and the actual sex in the bedroom, in peace.

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

Stan is willing to experiment and take risks. He has no problem with it. As long as these kinds of experiments don't involve other people, of course; other than that there are plenty of things he's willing to put into practice with you.

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

At the moment Stan gives the impression that he is a beast, but when the heat of said moment subsides you realize that he tires quite quickly, and doesn't give room for many rounds. Not that it is so necessary, either, because such is the intensity of the sex that there is nothing else to bring to the table. It's something that at first gave Stan insecurities—all this about his inability to go further. But a talk with you is enough to clear up certain misunderstandings.

Sex is amazing, especially because it's between you. There's nothing more to say.

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

YES, no more questions. Stan is more than willing to experiment with you. Either using them with you, or even letting you do it with him. Whatever it is, it's a matter of finding out what else comes out of all this. Possibly fun! That's never lacking with Stan.

U= Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very much so. Even though you tell him it's hopeless, he loves seeing you so needy. It's like an addiction—seeing that face and those eyes, that way your lips quiver. Stan would never stop doing it. He doesn't plan to, either.

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

Grunts and gasps, lots of dirty talk in between. It's almost at the end that the sounds increase, but he always manages to drown out most of them.

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

Stan is not only a very jealous person, but also extremely insecure. There are many ghosts from his past that still haunt him; that persist since you came into his life, to be more specific. It's complicated for him, but talking about it with you makes him embarrassed. Words of affirmation and acts of service always help to remind him how important he is to you.

On the other hand, Stan is touch starved. It's one thing to rub hands together, to just kiss, or to smile and flirt in public. But it's a different story when you're alone together: cuddling to sleep, deep kisses and confessions of an almost needy, even timid love. He is simply lost in you. You're so perfect that maybe you're not even real.

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

Not so long—but thick. Slightly curved downward, with a fat head.

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

Stan needs you badly. That's all you need to know. Even if there is no sex, touch is never lacking. It would be a crime not to be able to enjoy your skin against his; the heat of your body feeding that desire that burns inside him. Stan needs you with a voracious hunger.

The longing is too much if it's about you.

Z= Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Very fast. It's hard for him to keep his eyes open, but at least he manages to talk to you a little to make sure you're okay before he falls asleep in your arms. The caresses are not lacking; his fingers still tremble in your hair as sleep takes hold of him.

Can there be anything better than sleeping next to you?

[scarletttries]

Gun Woo NSFW Alphabet (Bloodhounds)

Pairing: Kim Gun-Woo (Bloodhounds) x Reader

Rating: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 3.6k (!) (turns out I fancy him a lot)

Author's Note: I finished Bloodhounds on Netflix last weekend and have thought of little else but the two bestest bros in the whole Bloodhound world <3 So requests for Gun Woo and Woo Jin are officially open, and since I am genuinely not sure if there's ever been a character on Netflix as attractive as Gun Woo he gets to go first, and a Woo Jin NSFW Alphabet is on its way too (amongst my usual shows content too) :)

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

Sweet, loving, gentlemanly Gun Woo would be all about that aftercare. He might not know exactly what he's supposed to be doing at first, but you can guarantee he'll pull you tightly against his chest, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders keeping your ear pressed against him, listening to his nervous but ecstatic heart hammering in his chest. A man of few words he'll let his body do the talking, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, running his broad hands over you, soothing any aches his firm grip could have left, and smiling down at you with endless warmth and appreciation that he gets to be in this position with you.

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

Gun Woo has put a lifetime of effort into his body, and he's pretty happy with the physique it's left him with, but in particular he'll love how you make his arms feel. When he gets to squeeze behind you when you're distracted by something and wrap them all the way around your waist, easily lifting you into the air if he wants to steal your attention but doesn't know how to ask for it. The way he can easily cage you against a mattress by placing an elbow either side of your head, or lift you against a wall if he thinks that's what that playful look in your eye is begging for. Even just walking alongside you and feeling you loop your arm through his as a reminder that you're there for him and he's there for you, something his arms can do that doesn't require strength or violence.

Gun Woo will worship every inch of your body, but your hands are where he finds his gaze drifting before he ever has the nerve to hold them. He's never known someone with such a gentle, caring touch, the delicate way you brush a hair from his face or carefully clean him up after a fight, making him wish he had even more scrapes and bruises. As you get closer and find yourself resting a hand on his arm or thigh in a compassionate moment, you'll be able to feel the way he tenses and then melts into your touch, the complete opposite of how people would usually lay their hands on him. And the first time your fingertips skim over his thighs and take his length in your palm he could have sworn he'd never felt better in his life, fighting his fluttering eyelids so he can keep his gaze fixed on how big he looks in your sweet hand.

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

A shy boi through and through, Gun Woo would feel very uncomfortable making a mess with you initially, the thought of filling you with his cum equal parts tempting and unacceptable. But you know from day one that you're Gun Woo's first and you want nothing more than to feel and taste every part of him, so you shrug off his offer to wear a condom, and ride him to the point he spills inside you, seeing his cum dripping out of you and feeling so fucking close to you that he quickly overcomes any worries about it, using his fingers to push it back inside you, knowing now that's exactly where he belongs.

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

Before you came into his life, Gun Woo was a beacon of restraint and self-control, rarely having a sexual thought or touching himself at all. Now that he knows how perfect it feels to be buried between your legs, to see your sultry smile as you rub him off, to hear you pant and gasp as he tastes every drop of you, he struggles not to think about you all the time. More often that not when you start sleeping over he'll dream of you touching him and wake up with an erection, aching for attention. You can't watch a film settled in his lap without him getting himself all worked up and throbbing for you, desperately hoping you can't feel the drops of excitement leaking through his sweatpants, mortified at his lack of control around you, feeling like a dirty sex pest. He'd never tell you when he's feeling like this, although you'll quickly notice the squirming, and nervous brow furrowing, having to 'accidentally' rub your ass against him until he lets out a pained groan so loud he has to address it. He'd be so apologetic, not realising how hot it is that he's so obsessed with you, and you'd practically have to beg him to let you take care of it, all guilty thoughts finally emptying from his head as you climb knees his knees and take him between your lips, finally giving him some much needed relief.

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

Between part-time jobs and his military service, he's never really had the time or energy to put towards having a girlfriend, and Gun Woo's not the one night stand type despite his god-like looks. When he realises you could be the person he finally loses his virginity to, he'd have a very awkward conversation with Woo Jin to get his advice, given he's had slightly more success with the ladies, so he feels a bit more confident about making you feel good. When it comes to it, he'll be clear that you have to tell him what you like and don't, viewing you as the most important interest he's ever had to master, and studying your every reaction to his touch ever so happily until he's a true expert in making you feel amazing.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Gun Woo would crave the connection that comes from eye contact and seeing your blissed out expression during sex, so he's probably a big fan of missionary, happy to use his well trained muscles to rock above you for as long as you can take it. He also loves when he has you on his lap, using one strong arm to bounce you up and down while his free hand plays with your clit, watching and feeling you fall apart around him as he kisses down your neck to your chest, wishing you never had to be any further away than this.

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

Sex isn't something that Gun Woo takes particularly lighting, feeling like it holds a lot of meaning for the two of you since you were his first. You'll have to get used to seeing his adorable happy face in bed though, which sometimes has you giggling as he grins like he's never been so happy every time he undresses you, without fail.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Gun Woo keeps himself tidy and clean, wanting you to feel as comfortable with him as possible and to make himself the most appealing to you he can be.

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

It's definitely a hugely intimate act for Gun Woo, getting to worship your body and share his with you, to feel closer to you than he's ever felt to anyone. He'll look almost reverent as his hands carefully explore every curve of your skin, your body entirely perfect to the sweet boxer who doesn't seem to realise just how gorgeous he is. He'll love to thread his fingers through yours when he's getting close, lips finding yours greedily as he finally stops forcing his eyes open and lets the sensation of your soft, warm, clenching walls take over.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He wasn't one to masturbate before you came into his life, more than anything just because his mind never really thought of sex much before he realised just how incredible it could be with the right person. But now when he finds himself all worked up by just spending time in your intoxicating proximity, he'll occasionally dive into the shower first thing in the morning and let the sweet thoughts of whatever you two did in his dreams last night fill his head and bring him release, gaining just enough control over himself to go back out and face you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Given how statuesque this man is, it's safe to assume he's got a bit of size kink, loving how big he feels when your perched on his lap or stretched out underneath him. He loves watching his sizeable length slowly slide into you, the way you squirm as he stretches you out, picturing how deep he must reach as he traces a finger down your stomach. He also inadvertently becomes obsessed with cockwarming with you; at first he just couldn't bring himself to pull out of your velvety cunt when he was done, wishing he could just stay inside you all the time, knowing nothing has ever felt that good. And so when you line him up with your entrance as soon as you wake, once you've noticed his pattern of morning excitement, he'll happily slip inside you laying there and peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses for as long as he can take it until he grips your hips and starts rolling them against his, thinking you are a saint for putting up with his insatiable lust for you.

Finally I think it's safe to assume there's a praise kink going on here; tell him he's making you feel good and he'll moan happily against you, tell him he was amazing when he's finally done and he'll be immediately ready to go again, wanting to show you just how amazing he can be.

L = Location (favourite places to do it)

Never one to take much of a risk in this area of his life, you two usually wait until you're safety home to one of your places before you fall into bed together, sometimes only making it as far as a coach or armchair before you need to feel his skin against yours. The one exception to this is when he is convinced to have a drink with the Lil Group Heir at his club and suddenly he knows he can't wait until you get home when you look that beautiful and just smell so perfect. He'll find a private VIP room, and drag you inside, your underwear barely down your legs before his tongue is between them.

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

Honestly, just being near you is enough to get him on his way to fantasising about feeling you on his fingers. Sometimes the more gentle the touch you give him, fixing his hair, zipping up his jacket for him before he heads out the door, placing the slightest kiss on a bruise to 'help it heal better' and the blood will be flushing to his cheeks and his manhood before he can stop it. He just loves the way you take care of him, so used to being the one to help others, and it makes him want to take care of you right back.

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

As much as he loves lifting you into his lap or feeling his weight on top of you, Gun Woo wouldn't ever want to really use his strength in the bedroom. The thought of hitting or restraining you would take him out of the safe and loving world you create for him in a life so influenced by fighting, so he much prefers soft, sensual touches that have both of you smiling like fools in love.

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

When Gun Woo realises how much of a reaction he can get from you by going down on you, it becomes a must every time he gets you into bed. He lives for the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your thighs trembling by his ears as he slips a finger inside you and his tongue laps at your clit, the way you pant his name as you cum for the third time that night before he's even taken his sweatpants off. It feels so good to slip himself inside your soaked pussy that he wants to make you as ready as possible before he finally thrusts inside you.

He's such a selfless sweetheart that he wouldn't ever ask for you to go down on him, always insisting on focusing on your pleasure, and being so painfully hard by the time you're ready that you don't often get the chance to give him head in the early days of your relationship. Eventually on one of the mornings when he's doing a terrible job of pretending he's not throbbing in his pyjama shorts, you'd convince him that you really want to do it for him and he'd relent in his desperation for you, eyes falling wide open as you settle between his meaty thighs and lick a long teasing stripe up his manhood. When he feels you slip him between your lips straight to the back of your throat, it's like his whole body relaxes, every drop of tension melting away, except his balled up fists which fight to make this heaven last just a moment longer. He would finish very quickly, barely with time to warn you, something he immediately tries to apologize for before he sees you swallow his load and give him a satisfied smile that might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. After that, you'll make sure you give him much more attention in the oral department.

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

Despite his overwhelming strength and agility, Gun Woo much prefers to take things slow with you, wanting to enjoy as much time together as possible and draw every ounce of pleasure from the experience as he can. Sometimes to stop it coming to an end for him too soon, he'll still his hips inside you mid-thrust and bring his hands to cup your face, pulling you in a heartfelt kiss, lips capturing yours for what feels like hours until finally he picks up his pace again, satisfied he can make you cum again before he does.

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

Once Gun Woo's inside of you, he doesn't want the moment to be over quickly at all, so he doesn't tend to indulge in quickies if he can help it. If you're in the mood and you've got somewhere to be, he'd much prefer to go down on you and ignore his own pleasure, and if the positions are reversed and you can actually get him to admit that he's horny, you'll take the chance to use your mouth on him instead, knowing he struggles to last very long once he feels your tongue on him.

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

Too much of Gun Woo's life has been dominated by risk and danger for him to find much sex appeal in that, so while he'll happily try a new position for you, he's not one to try anything risky, preferring to focus simply on connection and pleasure.

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

At first it's difficult for Gun Woo to last very long inside you because you just feel too incredible and the poor boy can't keep hold of himself for very long. With a bit more practice, like any athlete, he becomes much better at knowing when he needs to slow down or change things up, and now he really could last all night if you wanted him too.

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

Gun Woo would have never seen a toy in his life if it weren't for you. It's not that he doesn't like them or that he feels threatened, but I think he would want there to be nothing between the two of you, the way his fingers and mouth explore you expertly is more than enough for the two of you in the bedroom.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His great purpose in life is to please and help you, so Gun Woo's not one for teasing. If you tried to explain it to him you'd be presented with the blankest possible face and asked "why would I want to do that when all I want to do is touch you?" The best you can hope for is him obsessively making you cum on his fingers and tongue over and over again until you literally have to beg him to actually fuck you. On the plus side, you get all the fun of teasing him when he's clearly in the mood but doesn't want to be a bither, wiggling in his lap and 'accidentally' grazing his bulging shorts until he's so achingly desperate he looks like he might cry and finally you can make your move and pretend you've only just noticed.

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

He's not one to groan loudly or moan over and over, instead you'll get little whimpers when something feels so good he thinks he might fall apart instantaneously. He'll want to sing your praises when you're together, but it usually just comes out in little choked gasps of your name, or short words like 'perfect', 'so soft' or 'too good'.

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

Gun Woo always smiles like an absolute fool when you agree to come running with him in the morning, valuing the precious time together, doing one of his favourite things and being healthy and active with you. He'll always be a gentleman and keep at the pace you set, stopping without complaining when you need a break and claiming that's the speed he would run at anyway. The only time you've ever made him admit he was slowing down for you, you suggested you have a race home at the end of your run. He was all ready to be a gentleman and let you win, until you said if he won your race, you'd join him in the shower when you got home. After a moment of pure stunned shock at your words, his head filling with a thousand sordid images, he was off. By the time you got home, Gun Woo had beaten you there, lit a candle and got the shower running, holding a towel out to you with a bashful grin as you stepped through the front door.

It was his first time in the shower with you, and with the water trickling down your body it was like seeing you naked for the first time all over again, his heart hammering in his chest, feeling wholy undeserving of everything you do for him. That feeling would only grow as you took the time to massage shampoo into his hair, soapy body rubbing against his and you let your hands drift down to his shoulders, massaging the tender flesh under the warm water and hearing breathy pants creep from his lips as the sensations washed over him. As you take his twitching length in your soapy palm, rubbing it over a few times and licking your lips hungrily, he would snap into action, lifting you against the wall until your legs found his waist, making quick work of stretching you out with his fingers until he could finally push himself inside you, the water making him even more sensitive. From that day on, Gun Woo would do everything in his power to never take a shower without you, claiming he needed your help to wash his hair.

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

Gun Woo is a greek adonis of a man, every muscle well built from years of training, and it would be safe to assume this towering man has a sizeable package that you might need a bit of time to get used to. Don't be surprised if you can't walk after your first time together, but at least he can carry you everywhere.

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

Gun Woo is never not yearning for you. It's not just about sex, although the feeling of being deep inside you is something he'll never take for granted, it's about the intimacy and safety and connection in that moment with you. Of Gun Woo being able to make you feel good, while he also feeling amazing himself, like the whole outside world disappears and he is just in his happy place with the person he loves, that sweet dopey grin never leaving his face, no matter how long you're together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Years of training means that Gun Woo has more energy and stamina than the average person, so wouldn't necessarily be quick to fall asleep after sex. Instead he takes a lot of joy in feeling you curl up against his glistening bare chest and slowly drift off yourself. He feels so privileged to be the one you feel safe enough to do this with, smiling up at the ceiling as he listens to your gentle breathing and thanks every star in the sky that he found you, and that this is his life now.

[angstandhappiness]

DUDE

oh nice dbk nose ri-

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hey wait a minute-

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L O O K-

I’m not saying i ACTUALLY think this, I’m just saying he has a history of using important artifacts as nose rings it’d be funny wouldn’t it-

(NO SPOILERS FOR EP 10 PLEASE I’VE ONLY SEEN UP TO EPISODE 9)

[lolahauri]

: ̗̀➛ Sebastian: Smut Alphabet 🔞

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

Considering he’s the sub/bottom, you’ll probably being doing more of the aftercare.

He does love to hold you till you fall asleep though. 

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

Besides your hips/waist (fluff alphabet), i think he’d be a tits guy.

Big or small, he loves watching them bounce when your riding him. 

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

Loves cumming on your stomach or inside you.

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

Lowkey would share you with Sam if you wanted. 

He’s kind of a cuck.

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

None. You were his first, that’s part of the reason he’s so needy and dtf, he just can’t believe someone as hot as you really wants to fuck him. 

(Plus all those years of pent up sexual frustration)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl!

He’s obsessed with you dominating him and taking control.

Mating press.

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

Very serious, you won’t ever catch him making a joke.

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

Darker than his hair and straight.

Keeps it nicely trimmed for you.

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

Pretty intimate. I wouldn’t say he’s romantic though.

But he’ll definitely be telling you how good your making him feel, how beautiful you are, feeling up your whole body and worshipping it. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he was single: daily. Either watching porn, or thinking about you.

Now: only when you aren’t in the mood (or if you wanna watch him)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, mommy/daddy, femdom, edging, orgasm control, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting, mutual masturbation/watching each other masturbate, dry humping, oral fixation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed or the couch. 

When he was living with his parents: his desk or bed.

Imagine sucking him off or cockwarming him while he’s working. 

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

Anything about you, really.

He’s pretty easy to arouse. 

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

Degrading/verbal humiliation.

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

Equally loves both.

Cumming down your throat is amazing, but he also loves to serve you and make you feel good.

Honestly once he starts going down on you, he won't stop until you tell him to. He loves it so much.

A lot of times he'll get so horny from it that he'll grind on the bed until he cums.

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

He’s a needy little bitch, so fast and hard. 

He fucks like a rabbit in heat. 

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

Loves them, he’d have one anytime you want.

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

Mostly down to experiment, i don’t think he’s into anything extreme or really painful though.

He’d be down for some mild CBT maybe.

Risk wise, he’d def fuck you in the bathhouse locker room. 

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

He can last quite a while if he’s being edged.

Otherwise he cums a little quick. 

But it’s kind of adorable, you just feel so good and look so hot that he can’t help but cum in just a few minutes.

But to make up for his quick finish, he can go multiple rounds.

Would absolutely overstimulate himself until he’s crying if it means he gets to stay inside you.

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

He doesn’t own any, but if you had some he’d absolutely use them. (on you or him)

Like… 

Vibrators, cock rings, fleshlights, etc... 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can’t tease, he sucks at it.

But man he loves it when you do it. 

Moving past him and “accidently” grinding your ass on his crotch >>

Doing little things throughout the day to turn him on, just to make him wait till that night to get off. 

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

So loud and vocal.

Lots of whines, whimpers, and moans. 

Probably a lot of begging too <3

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

Prefers hentai over "real" porn.

Imagine jerking him off while he’s watching hentai!?

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

About 6.5 inches and average girth, maybe leaning to the thicker side.

A little veiny and curved upwards.

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

Semi-high, he’d love to fuck at least once a day, even if it’s just a quickie.

But he’ll happily accommodate to your sex drive, whether it’s lower or higher.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits until your ready for bed.

Holds you like a teddy bear as you two fall asleep.

[rebelfell]

so right, it's wrong

continued from x

where its halloween and eddie feels guilty for hooking up with his best friend's ex...except are you still his ex? 18+, MDNI

“Stupid. This is stupid. This is so, so stupid.”

Eddie mutters to himself as he skulks up the driveway towards the front of Steve’s house. His costume was hot and itchy on his skin, the pants suddenly feeling too tight and his shirt and vest threatening to choke him despite their looseness on his frame. The fencing sword tied to his hip poked him with every step and his boots were more like cement blocks he was dragging to the threshold as he rang the bell.

The idea to dress as characters from The Princess Bride had been in the works for ages—ever since Steve heard about the contest KQRX was throwing, offering free concert tickets for a whole year as the prize. Originally, it was going to be all three of you, but that was before the break-up, before Tina’s party…before Eddie considered selling his soul for another night with you.

It felt wrong even going through with all this, considering how involved you’d been.

It was you who helped Eddie scour seemingly endless thrift shops for the perfect pieces of his outfit while he was pinching the inside of his arm to stop himself thinking about dragging you into one of the dressing rooms and kissing every inch of your body. And it was you who watched as he and Steve practiced their “sword fight” out by the Harrington’s pool—looking debilitatingly, unfairly, cute all wrapped up in a flannel, correcting Steve when he botched his lines and making Eddie’s cheeks blush by praising his delivery.

Steve was convinced there was still a pretty good chance of winning even with just the two of them, and Eddie didn’t have it in him to protest. He was still trying to figure out how he was going to look his friend in the eye after what happened.

You and Eddie hadn’t spoken since Friday night. 

There had been tons of parties all weekend, as was typical when Halloween fell on a Tuesday. He probably could have found you if he had the balls to go out looking. He knew how keen you were to dress up at any and every opportunity, especially on your favorite holiday.

And he wanted to call you, he really did. He must have dialed all but the last digit of your number about a hundred times since that night.

It was driving Wayne up the wall.

“Boy, if you ain’t gonna dial that phone, stop gettin’ its hopes up. If you don’t leave it alone, I’m gon’ knock you upside the head with it.”

But if he did call, what was he supposed to say? Hey! Thanks for sucking out the very essence of my soul through my cock? How about I return the favor sometime? Sound good?

Yeah, sure. That would go over great.

So instead, he’d hidden in his room. He’d worked on campaigns for Hellfire in between his pacing in front of the phone. And instead of going to your friend Ella’s party Sunday night, knowing how likely it was you’d be there, he’d gone over to Gareth’s for a slasher movie marathon. 

Nothing like senseless bloodshed and gore to kill a perpetual boner. Not that it did.

Even hours of b-tier horror couldn’t stop him from thinking about you. The whole night kept playing on a loop in his mind. The way you straddled his lap and moaned into his mouth as he grasped at your hips to grind you against him. The way your mouth fell open in a wanton gasp as he kissed his way down your neck. The way you slinked to the floor and released him from his boxers that were stretched to their absolute limit. The look in your eyes as you spoke, low and sultry.

“I know you want me, Eddie,” you’d cooed at him, teasingly kissing at his weeping, sensitive tip until his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his skull. “Show me how much.”

“Is that seriously the best you could do, Munson? Come on!”

Steve’s voice rings out harshly the second he opens the door, jerking Eddie out of his trance. 

He huffs at the sight of Eddie’s mustache, or rather lack thereof, placing his hands on cocked hips. He makes an annoyingly good Dread Pirate Roberts in a billowing black shirt with a deep v-neck that reveals a patch of his dense chest hair. His black pants are tight, showing off muscled thighs and he’s already got his mask wrapped around his head, his own sword in hand.

“Not all of us are part werewolf, Steven.” Eddie snipes as he stalks through the door and pushes past his friend, guilty eyes averting.

“Whatever, maybe we can fill it in or something. Oh, honey! Perfect timing!”

Honey?

Eddie’s head whips around to see you floating down the staircase, the swishing of your skirt around your legs halting as Steve holds out his hand and tugs you into him.

“Shit, babe, you look hot,” Steve says, planting a wet kiss on your cheek that made you smile and caused Eddie’s stomach to lurch.

“Hot” didn’t even begin to describe you tonight. You looked…like a princess. 

There was no other word for it. His heart was hammering behind his rib cage as his eyes roved over you, eager to take in every detail he could. Your dress was almost exactly like the one from the movie and even with the big sleeves and a long, flowing skirt, it failed to conceal the shape of your body underneath. It hinted at the curves there, teasing Eddie with the memory of them. Was it really just a few days ago his hands had roamed so freely all over you? Had feasted on the dip of your waist and the fullness of your hips?

You peer at Eddie curiously, subtly stepping back from Steve as you’re tucking a piece of your long wig behind your ear. “You look nice,” you say.

“Except the obvious,” Steve sighs. “Can you do something about his mustache?”

“Yeah, sure,” you breathe, your eyes never leaving Eddie’s, your head tipping towards the bathroom. “Come in here where the light is better.”

With a gulp and a nod, he follows you while Steve heads for the kitchen to make another drink, and probably check his own reflection on the way. 

Eddie is dead silent as he leans on the sink in the half-bath off the foyer. He clutches at the edge of the countertop, sweaty palms threatening to slip out from beneath him at any second. With any luck, maybe he’ll hit his head on the porcelain and the concussion will get him out of this.

You’re quiet too as you root around inside a small pouch filled with your make-up until you exhume a brown eyeliner pencil. You place your fingertips gently on his chin, holding his face steady as you color in his upper lip with short, soft strokes. The feather-light touch and the way your eyes focus so intently on him makes Eddie’s heart race and he feels certain you can see it’s about to beat straight out of his chest.

“You okay?” you whisper. “You’re shaking.”

Eddie nods, neck stiff and his body rigid with you standing so close to him. He swallows thickly, his throat clenching with the question he’s dreading. But he has to ask. He has to know.

“So, you guys are—are you, like…back together?”

“I don’t know yet,” you say, your voice small. “Maybe. We’ve been talking about it.”

“Since when?” he asks, and the sound comes out harsher than he meant. Your eyes flicker, the light from the sconce over the mirror shining in them.

“Sunday night. We ran into each other at Ella’s party.”

Fucking shit. Of course you did.

“I thought I might hear from you,” you add quietly. “Or maybe see you, but…”

You lick your lips, glancing away from him as you cap your eyeliner and tuck it back inside your bag. Your tongue wets the gloss you’re wearing and makes it look even shinier. Fuck, he wants to know how you taste tonight, what flavor it is that’s on your mouth.

“I…I…”

Eddie’s mind swims with all the words he wants to say, but they get snagged, unable to come out. Because what exactly is he supposed to say when all he can think about is pinning you against that door, hiking up your dress and filling your hot, slick core with his fingers or his tongue or his cock until you’re screaming his name loud enough for the entire town to hear?

Except that’s never gonna happen. Because he’s not Westley. He’s not the hero here. You’re not his heroine and you never will be. There’s no version of the movie that ends with Inigo and Buttercup riding off into the sunset together.

“It’s fine, Eddie. I get it,” you say softly. “We can forget it ever happened.”

Eddie sighs, the heft of his frustration punching it out of his chest. If that’s what you want, of course he’ll do it. He’s been pretending not to be in love with you for a long time already. 

No sense breaking the streak now.

You lean around him to collect your bag from the sink and the smell of your perfume is like a punch straight to his gut. He takes one last deep breath of you as you zip your bag shut and reach for the knob on the door.

It creaks as you crack it open and you pause, chancing a glance back at him. "You really do look handsome," you tell him.

And then you leave. You head for the kitchen and go back to your boyfriend who's waiting for you. Back to the only version of this movie there is.

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

𝐀-𝐙 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐌.𝐀

⤷ Credits: Pinterest

Marcus Acacius x F!reader | WC : 3k | Proof read : KINDA | Navigation | Notifications | asks : OPEN

Summary: Every letter of the alphabet with little nsfw thoughts or drabbles about our favorite Roman general

Warnings: NSFW TOPICS OF SEX AND KINKS ASWELL AS DESCRIPTIONS OF SAID ACTS

A/n: this is my first time doing something like this so yeah be kind and enjoy

A = Aftercare 

After more rough sex, Marcus becomes the epitome of tender care and devotion. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close, refusing to let you go. The contrast between the rough passion moments before and his now incredibly gentle touch is almost surreal. He'd call for a maid to draw a warm bath, and with the utmost care, he’d carry you to it, his muscles flexing effortlessly as he lifts you. As the warm water envelops your body, he’d join you, his lips tracing a path of tender kisses all over your skin, a soothing balm to any lingering soreness. He’d wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp, whispering sweet nothings and praises. If the encounter had been quick and urgent, he’d still hold you tight afterward, savoring every second until the very last moment, reluctant to break the intimate connection. He’d stroke your hair, his breath warm against your ear, murmuring, “You were amazing, my love,” as he cradles you in his arms.

B = Body part 

Your favorite part of Marcus’s body is his back, broad and strong, a testament to his domineering presence. The way it flexes and moves is mesmerizing, a silent promise of his power and control. Every muscle ripples under your touch, a tangible reminder of his strength. Marcus, on the other hand, loves every inch of you, but he has a particular fixation on your breasts. The sight of your nipples hardening through your thin tunic in a chilly room drives him wild. His large hands can’t resist kneading your soft flesh, his fingers deft and knowing. He’d say, “I can’t get enough of you,” as his mouth follows suit, peppering kisses all over your chest. His lips are warm and demanding, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He’d groan against your skin, “You taste like heaven,” as he takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before biting just hard enough to make you gasp.

C = Cum 

 MARCUS HAS A BREEDING KINK OK IM SORRY BUT, every time he reaches his peak. He wants nothing more than to fill you completely, to mark you as his in the most primal way. When he's close, a low growl rumbles from his chest, and his hands become possessive, grabbing onto your hair, your arms, your head, your body—anything to ensure you stay in place. He’s driven by the need to make sure every drop of his cum stays inside you, a visceral claim that sends shivers down your spine. His intensity in these moments is overwhelming, leaving you breathless and utterly fulfilled. He’d whisper in your ear, “You’re mine, all mine,” as he holds you tight, his seed filling you to the brim. He’d watch with dark satisfaction as your body responds to his, feeling you tremble and clench around him, a perfect fit.

D = Dirty secret 

 he masturbates before battles to relieve the stress. The weight of command and the anticipation of combat leave him tense, and he finds release in the privacy of his tent, his fist providing the perfect outlet for his pent-up frustrations. He’d fantasize about you, the way you look, the sounds you make, driving him to the edge and beyond. The image of your body writhing in pleasure on his cock would push him over, making him ready to face the battlefield with a clear mind and a calm heart.

E = Experience 

 Marcus is confident and experienced, having been sexually active ever since he joined the empire’s army. He needed a way to de-stress, and seeing and feeling a girl lose control on his dick was the perfect way. He knows exactly how to make a woman scream his name, how to draw out her pleasure until she’s begging for release. He’d smirk down at you, his eyes dark with lust, saying, “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” before thrusting deeper, hitting just the right spot. His experience makes him a master of your body, knowing every touch, every kiss, every thrust that drives you wild.

F = Favorite position 

 Marcus’s favorite position depends on the situation. If it’s rough, he loves doggy style, the way your muffled moans fill the room as his skin echoes against yours. He’d grab your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with a force that makes you see stars. “You like it rough, don’t you?” he’d growl, his voice thick with desire. If it’s a more casual or de-stressing situation, he loves a good cowgirl session, letting you take control as he praises and degrades his perfect girl. He’d look up at you, his hands gripping your waist, guiding your movements as he says, “That’s it, ride me like the good girl you are,” his voice low and commanding. His eyes would lock onto yours, watching every expression of pleasure that crosses your face, his own pleasure evident in the way he moans your name.

G = Goofy 

 For Marcus, being goofy really depends on his mood. He's the type to let his jealousy flare up, his possessive side showing when he sees other men looking at you. But he’s also not afraid to make you laugh, his charm and wit coming to the forefront. After a dinner party when you’re both tipsy, he’d pull you close, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Did you see the way they were looking at us?” he’d say with a chuckle, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. Or after winning a battle, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, he’d be ready to joke around, seeing the lighter side of life. He’d spin you around, lifting you off your feet, his laughter infectious. “Come here, my victorious queen,” he’d say, planting a playful kiss on your lips, his hands wandering, teasing, making you giggle and blush.

H = Hair 

Marcus’s hair is a testament to his rugged masculinity. It’s messy but not overwhelming, a happy trail leading down from his chiseled abs to his pubic hair. It’s a sight that makes your mouth water, a promise of the pleasure that lies beneath. He’s meticulous about keeping it just right—not too much, not too little. When you run your fingers through it, you can feel the softness and the coarseness, a blend that’s uniquely him. It’s a reminder of his primal nature, a part of him that’s untamed and wild, just like the passion he ignites within you both.

I = Intimacy 

 Marcus is a lover through and through, and his primary goal is to make you feel cherished and desired. During doggy style, he peppers kisses along your back, his lips soft and warm against your skin. Each kiss is a promise, a reassurance of his affection even in the throes of passion. In missionary, he gives you love bites, his teeth grazing your neck and shoulders, leaving marks that are both tender and fierce. He holds you close, his hands cradling your head, his eyes locked onto yours as he fucks up into you. When you ride him, he meets your hips with powerful thrusts, his hands guiding your movements, his voice a low, seductive murmur in your ear. “You’re perfect,” he’d say, his breath hot against your skin. “I love watching you take me.”

J = Jack off 

Marcus has a healthy appreciation for masturbation, finding it a useful way to relieve stress before battle. But he also loves to pleasure himself in general. One of his favorite scenarios is to jack off to your naked body as you kneel in front of him, your eyes locked onto his, waiting for his release. His hand moves with purpose, his gaze dark and hungry as he watches you. “You look so beautiful like this,” he’d say, his voice thick with desire. When he finally comes, he makes sure to aim for your face and chest, his cum painting your skin in hot, sticky ropes. The sight of you covered in his release, your cheeks flushed and your eyes half-lidded with lust, is enough to make him want to start all over again.

K = Kink 

 Marcus’s kinks are varied and intense, reflecting his dominant nature and his deep desire to possess you fully. He has a breeding kink, a primal urge to fill you with his seed and mark you as his own. He loves to switch between leading and being led, finding the balance between dominance and submission thrilling. Degradation and praise are two sides of the same coin for him—he can call you his dirty little whore one moment and his precious angel the next, each word sending shivers down your spine. Squirting is another of his favorites; seeing you lose control and release all over him drives him wild. Bondage is no stranger to your encounters, with ropes and restraints enhancing the intensity of your sessions. Voyeurism, spanking, orgasm control, and gags are all part of his repertoire, each one adding a new layer to the pleasure he gives and receives. “I’m going to make you scream my name,” he’d whisper, his voice a dark promise as he ties you up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

L = Location 

The location for your intimate moments with Marcus varies, adding an element of excitement and spontaneity. In the coliseum before a battle, the tension and anticipation heighten your arousal. Marcus pulls you into a secluded corner, his hands already roaming your body. “We don’t have much time,” he growls, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. The urgency and danger make every touch electric, every kiss a promise of what's to come. In the bedroom, the intimacy shifts to a different kind of connection—a place where you can take your time and explore each other fully. The soft sheets and dim lighting create a cocoon of warmth and desire, where every touch and whisper feels magnified.

M = Motivation 

 Marcus is driven by jealousy and the desire to claim you as his own. The thought of anyone else touching you makes his blood boil, fueling his need to assert his dominance. Winning you and your body is his ultimate goal, a conquest that he approaches with both passion and reverence. “You’re mine,” he’d say, his voice a low growl as he pins you beneath him. “No one else can have you.” His possessiveness is both thrilling and terrifying, a reminder of the intensity of his feelings. Each time he makes you come, it’s a victory, a confirmation of his power over you.

N = No 

Marcus doesn’t share. The very idea of anyone else touching you fills him with a possessive rage. You’re his, and he makes sure you know it. “You belong to me,” he’d growl, his eyes dark with jealousy as he presses you against the wall. His hands would roam your body, staking his claim, leaving no part of you untouched. “No one else gets to see you like this, to touch you like this,” he’d whisper fiercely, his lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless. His possessiveness is intoxicating, making you feel desired and cherished in the most intense way possible.

O = Oral 

 Marcus is experienced, and when it comes to oral, he knows exactly how to make you scream. His tongue flicks and swirls, finding all your most sensitive spots. But his fingers—oh, his fingers are even better. He loves the way you react when he slides them inside you, curling just right to hit your G-spot. His guilty pleasure is making you squirt, and he’s a master at it. “Come for me,” he’d murmur, his voice a low command as his fingers work their magic. And when it’s your turn to pleasure him, he loves it when you deepthroat him. The sight of you taking him so deep drives him wild. “That’s it, take it all,” he’d groan, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides your movements.

P = Pace 

 On a normal day, Marcus starts slow, savoring every moment. He loves to tease you, building up the anticipation until you’re begging for more. But once he’s ready, his pace picks up, becoming so rough you think he’s going to break you or the bed. “You like it rough, don’t you?” he’d growl, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The bed creaks and shakes under his powerful movements, but you’re too lost in the pleasure to care. His stamina is impressive, and he knows just how to push you to the edge and then pull back, prolonging your pleasure until you’re a quivering mess beneath him.

Q = Quickie 

 Marcus loves a good quickie before battle. The urgency and the risk make it all the more exciting. He’d pull you into a secluded corner, his hands already roaming your body. “We don’t have much time,” he’d whisper, his breath hot against your ear. The quick, rough encounters are exhilarating, a burst of passion that leaves you both breathless and satisfied. He’d thrust into you with a ferocity that takes your breath away, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back onto him. “I need you,” he’d groan, his movements frantic and intense.

R = Risk 

 Marcus and you love the thrill of voyeurism. The risk of getting caught adds an extra layer of excitement to your encounters. Whether it’s a quickie in a hidden alcove or a more drawn-out session where you know someone might overhear, the danger heightens the pleasure. “They might see us,” he’d whisper, a wicked grin on his face as he takes you in a public place. The thought of others watching, of them knowing just how much you belong to him, is a huge turn-on. His hands would roam your body, claiming you in full view of anyone who might happen by.

S = Stamina 

 Marcus’s stamina is legendary. After a battle, he can go for two rounds without breaking a sweat. On particularly good days, he can manage four rounds with only a short rest in between. Each session is intense and satisfying, leaving you completely spent and utterly satisfied. “I’m not done with you yet,” he’d say with a smirk, rolling you over for another round. His endurance means he can keep going until you’re both utterly exhausted, your bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat.

T = Toys 

 Marcus loves incorporating toys into your sessions, especially ropes and silk ties. He’s an expert at bondage, using the restraints to heighten your pleasure and control. “Let’s see how long you can last,” he’d say, his voice low and teasing as he ties you up. The feel of the silk against your skin is a sensual delight, the ropes binding you in just the right way. He loves to watch you struggle against the restraints, your body arching as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy. The added element of control and restriction makes every touch, every kiss, every thrust even more intense.

U = Unfair 

 In the game of teasing, you’re definitely the worse offender. You love to drive Marcus wild at every opportunity, whether it’s brushing against him suggestively or whispering naughty things in his ear when you’re in public. You can’t help but revel in the way his eyes darken with desire, knowing you’ve got him on edge. “You think you can get away with this?” he’d whisper, his voice a low growl as he pulls you into a dark corner. While you tease relentlessly, Marcus is more calm and calculated, choosing the perfect moments to get back at you. He’d brush his fingers lightly against your thigh under the table at dinner, or give you a knowing look that makes your heart race. “You’re going to pay for this later,” he’d murmur, his lips grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

V = Volume 

 Marcus is a symphony of growls and grunts, his primal sounds adding to the intensity of your encounters. His deep, guttural noises make your heart race, a constant reminder of his raw, untamed passion. Every so often, he’ll slip up and let out a deep or strangled moan, the sound vibrating through you and making you even wetter. “God, you feel so good,” he’d groan, his voice rough with need. Those rare moans are like music to your ears, a testament to the pleasure you bring him, and they drive you wild, pushing you to give him even more.

W = Wild card 

 Marcus likes you in control more than he lets on. When you take charge, he doesn’t have to worry about anything; he can fully let go in a way he usually doesn’t. He loves the way you take the lead, guiding his hands, setting the pace. “Show me what you want,” he’d say, his eyes filled with desire as he watches you take over. It’s a wild card move that brings out a different side of him, one that’s completely surrendered to your touch. The trust and vulnerability he shows in those moments make your connection even deeper, the pleasure more intense.

X = X-ray 

Marcus’s dick is large and in charge. It’s about the girth of four of your fingers and three of his, with a slight curve to the left and a hard length of 8.5 inches 

Y = Yearning 

 Marcus’s desire for you is insatiable. His yearning is always high, a constant, burning need that he can barely control. “I can’t get enough of you,” he’d say, his hands roaming your body, never satisfied with just one touch. He’s always ready for another round, his passion never waning. The intensity of his need makes every encounter feel urgent and necessary like he’s been waiting forever just to have you. His eyes would darken with lust every time he sees you, a silent promise of what’s to come.

Z = Zzz 

 Marcus always makes sure everything is okay with you before he falls asleep. After an intense session, he’d pull you close, his hands gentle as they caress your skin. “Are you alright?” he’d ask, his voice soft and filled with concern. He’d kiss your forehead, making sure you’re comfortable and satisfied. Only when he’s certain you’re okay would he allow himself to drift off, holding you tight in his strong arms. His protective nature is a comforting presence, making you feel safe and loved as you both slip into a peaceful sleep.

[suguruilyx]

Geto x ftm reader

—

you were currently out buying groceries for you, geto, and gojo, but gojo was out, on some stupid mission, and geto… well you don’t know, he hasn’t texted you in a while ever since you last, not even when you were leaving, not even a ‘I love you’ or ‘yeah’ it kinda upset you, but you went along your day.

“would the boys like this…? Or-“ you cut yourself off when you heard your phone ringing, it was geto!

“hey suguru! I never thought you’d call m-“ you were cut off by getos heavy breathing, he was whimpering something also, you just couldn’t hear what “baby? Are you ok? You’re freaking me out” you said, trying to sound as calm as possible “p—please…c…come home” you could tell something was going on, so you just left your cart right there and left.

When you arrived home, you automatically hugged by the desperate man, standing right in front of the door, “b—baby? Sugu, are you ok?” You ran you hands over his face, checking his cheeks, and forehead, “mm…so warm..~” he whimpered, “ wait…”…

you took a sniff of him, was he in heat?! But why would he call you? He gave him a flesh light and even a dildo, but.. he still wanted you? “Sugu? Are you in….heat?” You asked, he only replied with a lil moan “p..please, get on the bed, I’m begging you, I can’t wait any longer mahal ko…”

“b—but geto…i gave you enough toys, in case this happened wh-?” He cut you off with a kiss, “I—I don’t want some stupid toy, …I want you” he whispered in your ear.

he grinned at how red you got at his words, “sugu…” you hid your face in his neck, as he started taking your pants off “to be honest I would have just ripped them off, but I know how much you love these” he chuckled, his eyes fulled with lust.

“h—holy..! Shit…!” You moaned when you felt getos finger on your clit “d—does it feel good?…” he asked, his eyes looking down at you, “y—yes…~” you whimpered, his cock getting harder at your little sounds, “you feel so tight even with one finger in…” he said, thrusting his finger in and out slowly .

“S—suguru….~” you moaned, this one being more high pitched, and louder then the others, “is my sweet boy about to cum?” He cooed, “y—yes geto! Fuck…!~ boutta…cum!” Your moans deceased when he stopped. “Huh..?” You questioned “I can’t let you cum, not yet atleast, sanggol“

“but suguuu…” you whined “ah-ah-ah baby, don’t you want something bigger in you?…”

Geto was always so soft when he was in heat, which really didn’t add up considering how most alphas are more pushy, and mean when they are in heat, you didn’t care tho, you loved it with suguru was so soft for you.

“what are you waitin for…p‘it in…” you cried, rubbing yourself on his lap “ hey…youll get it soon, ‘Kay?” He chuckled, “,Kay…~” you groaned “atta boy..” he kissed your neck, littering hickeys on it, as he went back to finger you, his hand bullying against your g-spot over and over again.

“mine…mine, mine.. all mine” he repeated, biting, and kissing your neck “agh….suguuu…~ s—so close…~!” Right before your climax, Geto stopper his hand movements, he then placed his cock in between your folds, slowly rubbing them together, “mmh..” he whimpered, feeling how warm you were down there, then pulled away, “so..you want it in?” he waits. you notice his cock twitching and leaking, the room was cold, he wanted to be warmed up, preferably inside your little cunny.

“please! More then anything..” you looked up at him with pleading eyes, “alright pretty boy” he whimpered before thrusting into you like a wild dog in heat (no pun intended) before bottoming out and cumming inside you “that was qu- ngh!~” you moaned, as you felt him grinding into your g- spot “s—sorry..you just felt to tight”.

You giggled at his response, your giggles quickly turning into moaned when he thrusted into you once again, his cock twitching back to life inside of you, “you’re so beautiful, m—my pretty boy…~!” Suguru whimpers, the bed rattling with each thrust, your poor pussy already was a bit red from his thrust, “suguuu!!~ m’ sho closeee….!” You whimpered, as you felt his tongue piercing constantly rubbing against your nipple, “c—cumming!!~…” you moaned, no you screamed, your cunt squirting on his cock.

You felt so sleepy, suguru kissed you on your forehead, “ you did so well my prince, sleep well” he said wrapping you in his arms, and kissing you on the head “l—luv you..” you said before passing out “heh..I love you too” he smiled.

(I can’t make it to 1k words 😭😞)

[platonicyanderereverie]

I dunno if you do doubles but if you do then awesome, if you don't then don't worry about it or you can just pick one character!

But what about Yandere platonic Dottore and Pantalone as a tweenager(11-13) reader and they're like readers dads even though reader wants nothing to do them I was thinking letter A, B, C, E, G, H, J, M, O, P, R, S, T, U V, W, AND Z! I know this is alot but please choose which ones you want to do if these are too much, all I ask is that maybe you especially Z, S, W, T, O, J, H, F, D, OR C! Again pick at which ever one you want!! Thank you!!

( I luv your platonic yandere writing!!!)

Thank you for your request‼️ I tried my best to do the main ones you wanted <3 I really hope you like em

Platonic yandere Dottore and Pantalone with a tween reader using the yandere alphabet!!

[Warnings!: usual possessive behaviour, implied kidnapping, isolation and so on]

Zenith

(Would they ever break their darling?)

Chances are, no. Dottore is very calculated with his advances and actions, and Pantalone tries to avoid actively placing you in situations that could make you crumble. However, it's not entirely impossible for their child to snap under the pressure, and both of them would be highly displeased if that happened. They would immediately swoop in, attempting to piece you back together.

Stigma

(What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?)

For Pantalone, his childhood was filled with troubles. Born poor, he always felt beneath everyone else, constantly forced to look at things he wished he had from afar. He never wants that for you; he wants to give you the childhood he wished he had, even if he becomes overbearing in the process.

Dottore, on the other hand, experienced significant mental isolation. Driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, he strives to understand everything there is to know. You seem like a book with endless pages to study, each one holding possibilities that he craves to uncover. His obsession drives him to push you onto the same page as him, fueling his desire for intellectual satisfaction.

Wit's End

(Would they ever hurt their darling?)

The short answer is yes, but it would be in calculated, mentally focused strides. If you've been particularly disobedient, expect isolation, loss of privileges, and an intense struggle to regain the love they once showered on you freely. You might even find yourself wrapped up in a few of the doctor's "tests." Nothing serious, but certainly enough to leave a lasting impression.

Tears

(How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

Pantalone would be the first to lean forward and wipe your tears. He hates seeing you upset, he truly does, but if it’s due to a punishment, he'll softly coo, reassuring you that it’s all necessary. Meanwhile, the doctor might run a hand through your hair in a slightly chastising manner.

Screaming or throwing a tantrum would earn you disappointed looks from both of them. They’d regard you as a child throwing a fit over not getting what you want. Dottore would shake his head, speaking in a cool, calm tone to remind you that such behavior is unfavorable. Pantalone might attempt to soothe you with promises or small gifts if nothing else seems to work.

Isolating yourself would prove difficult, as they’d quickly sense your withdrawal. Once they do, they’d reel you back in for a lecture and enforce some "mandatory family time."

Oppression

(How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

Most likely, they'd control nearly every aspect of your schedule. Pantalone would ensure it’s filled with classes and tutors, while Dottore would require time in his lab. You wouldn’t be making any significant decisions on your own either, as they consider you too naïve and impulsive. Despite this, they still expect a certain level of engagement and respect from you, even if you’re resistant.

Jealousy

(Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Jealousy is an interesting concept when it comes to your fathers. Pantalone is confident and self assured in his status, knowing no one else could give you everything he can. No one else would sacrifice as much as he would for you, even if you don’t recognize it. If someone tries to interfere, he has the power to make sure they can’t.

Dottore, however, would be fascinated by jealousy itself, viewing it as a curious feeling. Understanding its implications, he deals with it by turning it into a personal experiment. He identifies the cause of the itch in the back of his mind and manipulates situations so that you seek him out, he won't fetch you himself, oh no, you will be the one cementing your dependence on him. He won't stop until he’s fully satisfied with the results.

Hell

(What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?)

Once, you managed to slip away from the manor, somehow finding yourself wandering the streets, finally tasting freedom and reveling in spite.

However, I hope your short loved feedom was worth it. Upon your inevitable return (having been dragged back by the agents), you faced endless berating from Pantalone and a slew of unpleasant new tasks from Dottore, not to mention an extended session in his lab. Anything that entertained you was confiscated, and any servant you liked was dismissed. And god forbid If one of them had assisted your escape, the punishment would be even harsher. You were met with cold discipline, leaving you powerless to change the outcome. Days seemed to blur, each one more isolating than the last. Should you resist further, you might find yourself bedridden, unwell due to "mysterious circumstances."

Darling

(Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?)

Short answer, yes. For one, they expect you to stay with them, fulfilling their aspirations for you. To them, it’s simply that you can't see what’s best for you yet. Resistance is futile; listening to them would make things so much easier. Furthermore, you don’t have a say in spending time with them...it��s simply not optional.

Cruelty

(How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Pantalone would present the situation as a luxurious arrangement, framing it not as a victory for himself but rather as the natural, ideal state of things. He’d act as though everything is perfectly fine, assuring you that all you need to do is stick with family.

Dottore, however, would be slightly more biting. He wouldn’t mock you outright, but his words would carry a tone of condescension. He’d calmly lay out the terms of your new reality, driving home just how powerless you are, making sure you fully understand the situation.

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[strawberryblue-blog]

A to Z —Jude Bellingham.

summary: NSFW alphabet with Jude.

warning: YES. +18. smut, headcanon.

words count: +1k.

A - after care (what is it like after sex?)

Too clingy. He likes to hug, ask, laugh, play, touch your skin. He won't move from your side until you fall asleep on him.

B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)

On him, his back, shoulders or arms, he works them a lot and likes to show them off. His muscles are one of his most attractive features. On you, you little hands trying to hold on tight to him or your innocent look when you kneel for him. He loves it.

C - cum (anything about cumming)

He always prefers to come inside you while you are on birth control, he wouldn't like it any other way because he LOVES ending up inside you. That's why he usually accompanies you to checkups and reminds you to do everything right so you can feel close to each other, without jeopardizing any possibility.

D - dirty secret (some dirty secret).

Fucking you in public places, like the locker room or some part of the stadium, out of sight of people but knowing that they are in the vicinity.

E - experience (experience in sex)

Enough, he is still young and has a lifetime to learn. So he only knows the basics but that doesn't mean he's basic, he does a perfect job.

F - favorite position (to fuck you)

Missionary to have control of everything. Your tits, your clit, your eyes, your mouth, your neck, he likes to be in control.

G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)

He could be a bit annoying at times, he likes to tease a lot and is usually quite playful.

H - hair (how do he/you take care of his/your privacy?)

He doesn't cut it off completely, he likes to have a little bit makes him feel more of a man according to him. In your, honestly he doesn't care as long as you feel comfortable.

I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)

He's wild. He's brutish, desperate and not at all gentle. Literally, an ANIMAL.

J - jack off (masturbation, how much do he/you masturbate?)

He tends to do it often especially when you're not there. It helps him to lower stress and like any young man, he likes to get to know his own body.

K - kink (fetishes during sex)

Sticking his fingers in your mouth, spitting in your mouth, biting your mouth, anything involving your mouth and lips. He loves them.

L - location (places to have sex)

Any place for Jude. Bed, kitchen, couch, car, even small spaces. If he wants to fuck you, he'll do it anywhere.

M - motivation (what excites him/you?)

Because of his age and how hormonal he can be, he tends to turn you on pretty easily with the bare minimum. But if you walk around the house naked, wearing only his T-shirts, Jude won't be able to hold back and will end up fucking you.

N - no (what wouldn't he do with you?)

No to sharing you. He could never let anyone else touch you, or even look at you. He's kind of possessive and jealous.

O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)

He likes to receive because he is obsessed with your mouth and the way you suck him off. He loves it when your eyes water and your throat chokes on his cock. But he's also a great giver, he really knows how to use his tongue.

P - pace (how do he like to do it?)

Hard, deep and without mercy. Nothing more to clarify.

Q - quickie (do he like quick sex?)

Yes. Anything that involves being inside you is a yes for Jude.

R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)

He likes to feel the adrenaline rush of being discovered, he gets a little hot at the idea of someone discovering them but would be a little embarrassed. Although he prefers to try it and then they will see if they will take the risk again.

S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)

Two or three rounds depending on how tired you are. Sometimes it can make you scream all night long, sometimes just one fuck will satisfy you.

T - toy (use toys)

No. As I said before he is quite jealous and anything that can give you more pleasure than him would piss him off. So he wouldn't use them and if he ever caught you with them he would punish you.

U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)

Too much. He's a dirty boy, he likes to provoke you to the limit, make you beg, despair and scream for him.

V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)

It's a bit vocal because of how hard he can be, it's inevitable not to moan or gasp loudly while he fucks you like crazy. Obviously for you, it is too.

W - wild card (small random story)

“What is this?” the question reached your ears as you combed your hair in the bathroom. Jude appeared behind you with the red velvet square box, confused.

“It's nothing” you said trying to take it from his hands but he was quicker and put his hands up high. “Jude, give it to me” you mumbled embarrassed.

With your little hops you tried to take it but Jude opened it high up, pulling out the object inside. Her fingers held the sensual black lingerie you had ordered a few days ago.

Your mouth fell open wide as you noticed the tiny threads of the lingerie, only covered with thin black lace.

“Damn, baby” he gasped in surprise.

“It was a surprise!” you squealed crossing your arms across your chest as you pretended to be angry. “Now you've ruined everything!”

Jude's mischievous look made you blush, as he looked down at the contents in his hands again. So much so that it embarrassed you and you took it out of his hands walking out of the ante room.

“Bebeee” he moaned touching you from the waist as you tried to put the underwear away in your drawer. “Put it on” she asked in your ear.

His body pressed against yours and you felt his bulge in your ass. His lips licked your lobe making you bristle and gasp at the feel of his touch. You pulled them out again and pushed him down on the bed, walking to the bathroom to get dressed in your lingerie. When you finished putting it on, you looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling all the power and confidence in you. Then you walked back out of the bathroom.

Jude was just as you had left him, breathing heavy on the bed with his pants tight in his crotch. When he saw you, his eyes flashed like lights, he bit his lip and you can play you saw his cock jump in his pants.

“Fucking sexy in that lingerie” he moaned as you stood in front of him. His lips kissed your belly as they caressed his hair, he licked your skin and held your ass squeezing it tightly.

“Too bad they'll go too fast, baby” he murmured before grabbing the tiny strings and pulling them until they ripped, leaving you completely naked.

X - x-ray (how big is it and how?).

It's big. Thick, veiny, long. It's perfect and Jude knows exactly how to use it.

Y - yearning (how long can desire last?

He tends to have quite a high sexual appetite even more so when he comes home from big games, trips abroad or when they don't see each other much because of their respective jobs.

Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)

He tends to be a little fussy before bed, he likes to cuddle, talk and play but he will fall asleep faster than you think if he is very tired. He'll probably try to wait for you but he'll fall asleep anyway, he needs to regain his energy after fucking you like he should.

[sulumuns-dootah]

NSFW Alphabet - Leviathan

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A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Been a busy and chaotic past month, but I'm working on things so hopefully they'll be ready to post soon. Also, Levi isn't exactly my favorite so I had hard time analyzing and accounting for all the lore we have so far.

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

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

If you had an intense encounter, you'd both need it, which is why he calls for his servants to come and care for the both of you. Otherwise, he doesn't mind to do some extra steps to get you comfortable.

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

Our nice piece of ass loves your neck. The loyalty noose would look amazing around it. Or maybe his hands?

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

I'd say his cum tastes like caviar. He's technically a fish too, after all. Definitely the king whose cum I'd enjoy the least. It's also not as opaque, but with a slight shimmer.

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

While he's having some me-time, sometimes he puts on a noose around his neck and orders himself to hang.

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

With how rarely he trusts anyone, I'd say he barely has any. He gets the gist, knows many positions, but hasn't tried out most of them.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position, really. As long as you're strangling him hard enough, he doesn't care.

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

No jokes here. In fact, no jokes ever. Besides like some special circumstances.

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

Perfectly silky smooth like the rest of him. There's no room for imperfection.

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

If he's bedding you, you're already doing something right. I imagine him being super vulnerable figuratively as well as literally with the strangling and all.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His main source of getting off. He can't even remember the last time he's slept with someone. Once you're in the picture, however, that immediately changes and his hands focus onto you.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Beside the obvious breath control and getting beat up, he also strikes me as the type that would be into voyeurism as in getting watched fucking someone.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Public places are out of the question. The safety of his castle is the only place where he allows himself to get loose.

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

Jealousy, of course. But also public humiliation as long as he sees you as more than just his subject.

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

Share a partner. He'd get too jealous and possessive. Unless, of course, you tie him up as a punishment. HE would actually enjoy that.

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

Force him to go down on you and you'll have one of the best orgasms ever. In giving-head-contest he'd come close second (only beaten by the pussy devourer fly boy). While giving him head, he'd get super whiny and needy. Tease him and he'll lose his mind.

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

There's two ways Levi can go. Either he's downright lovemaking with you or the bedroom is a whole ass battlefield.

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

Actually, thinking about the location again... I wanted to say that why have quickies when you're at his castle and have all the time in the world, but thinking about it, If the need arises and you're not in his chambers, he would definitely use his coffin to have a quickie with his partner.

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

Depending on the risk. He wouldn't mind seeing how long you can hang from the noose, but wouldn't try and introduce lovecraftian horrors in the bedroom.

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

Leviathan's energy is stored in that juicy ass of his and boy, can he go for long time. The thing is, that he will, however, start complaining that he's tired and that you have to do the rest yourself.

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

Levi doesn't really strike me as the type to use toys. His imagination is enough for him. In my mind he's more old fashioned and all these different toys are just a riffraff for him. (Meaning he's too shy to buy some and would be afraid to get caught using them.)

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man *italian hand motion* loves to tease, but the moment you tease back you have no time to react before you're hanging from the ceiling.

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

Whimpers. This man whimpers and it's the best thing you've ever heard (besides Beel's purring). How loud, depends on the situation. If you're on the bottom, some might escape him. But if you're on top, oh boy, all the demons in the surrounding chambers know.

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

Actually, not a hc, but more of an analysis of his H scene that I really want to talk about? Okay, so Levi makes it really obvious that he wants to be beaten and straight up just abused. This just screams to me a trauma response, which is extremely sad to me. The amount of abuse he had to endure to the point where his mind equates it to pleasure just so he doesn't go bonkers?

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

Once again, if you have the Erolabs version, you're lucky to see his sausage in the game itself. I personally agree with the ingame depiction of Levi's dick (unlike certain pierced someone's).

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

Actually, piggybacking off the wild card analysis, I think Levi can go anytime all the time. One of trauma responses tends to be hypersexuality (but I'm not a professional psychologist, so don't take my word for it). We even know about it from the Halloween event where Minhyeok says that Levi looks like he's in the mood despite fighting off angels.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not really a sleep I'd say, but he wouldn't mind snuggling up after some exhausting workout. Just don't get too used to it since he's too busy.

[kolsmikaelson]

— ANAKIN SKYWALKER NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES - i’ve never wrote for ani before so i hope this is okay :)

WARNINGS - nsfw 18+ content, fem!reader, not proofread so ignore typos!

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

if theres time, he’ll run a bath and clean you both up, get you some water and then take you to bed, but if not he’ll still clean you up and ask if there’s anything he can do before you get back to what you were doing

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

if he had to pick it would be his hands (or maybe im projecting). and on a partner i think he’s a boob guy honestly, doesn’t matter what size he’s still obsessed

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

loves when you squirt, he loves that it gets all over him and he also loves to come on your tits

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

loves it when you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it, he thought he’d only be into it when he was doing it to you but the first time you did it to him, whew let’s say something in him changed that day

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

not super experienced, he was only ever with padme before you and they never had much time to have sex but he’s a quick learner

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

doggy, he loves that he has such easy access to slap your ass but also reach around your front and rub your clit

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

he’s not scared to be a bit goofy with you, it’s not very often when it’s completely serious the whole time

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

he’s well groomed, he likes to keep it trimmed and neat for not only himself but his partner too

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

he’s loving and caring, will always make you get off 1-2 times before he even thinks about getting off himself

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it often, would rather you do it for him or fuck you than using his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink, spit kink, choking (force choking mostly),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his speeder. it’s usually in the middle of the night when everyone's in bed asleep already or during the day when there's just enough time to get away with it

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

seeing that pleading look on your face when asking him to fuck you, he gives in so easily

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

nothing with bodily fluids (minus spit and cum), he won’t do anything where your face is covered in any way because he loves seeing the pleasured looks on your face way too much

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

giving. he’s a god at giving head and he knows it, but he wont turn down a blowjob either

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

he’s honestly a mix of both, it just depends on his mood. if he got back from a rough mission he’ll be fast and rough but if it was im the morning after you both wake up he’ll go slow and take his time

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

he’s obsessed with them, he’ll pull you to the side just before leaving for a mission

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

oh yes, he loves to experiment with you, he’ll be up to try anything once

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

3-4 rounds, he’ll take a few minutes between each round to check on you and get you a glass of water before continuing

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

yes! he has a couple of his own but he also keeps a couple to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he prefers to tease you over you teasing him, anakin loves seeing you get all riled up

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

not too loud but not super quiet either, he mostly moans right next to your ear

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

loves fucking your face, whether it be with his dick or a dildo it doesn’t matter he loves it

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

i’m thinking he’s a good 7 inches and well groomed. he likes to keep it neat down there

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

so high. he’d keep going until he passed out if he could

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he already has issues sleeping so it takes him a while to fall asleep afterwards

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[sgiandubh]

Oh my you have it all wrong (again) regarding Lee Schrager. In no way he met him after the birthday party in Miami! After that birthday party he went straight to NYC promoting LA. And wtf are you babbling about BCAC going on about a ballerina? The nonsense you spread - smh

Just take a good look back, or maybe just use BCAC's timelines, than it would have save you half an hour or more, and prevent you from making these mistakes.

He met Lee Scharger on December 5th 2022 after his first bottle signing in Miami December 3rd 2022, not after his birthday party with the guys in 2023. As said after the b-day he went to NYC for LA promo and right after that back to Belgium for TCND filming. No time for Mr. Schrager

If he had been smart he already participated at NYCWFF last year, but hey a comped vacay to Nevis was more important!

Get your facts straight before you start bullying other bloggers who do post facts.

Dear Get Your Facts Straight Anon,

I am not very sure what you do hope to achieve with this submission to my account. Because I am a Stupid, Stupid Shipper, I can only think of two possibilities:

A - you probably thought I was about to burst into tears, not publish a word, throw in the towel and disappear for ever from your obsessive screens. Something that would have perhaps ingratiated you to Marple until the end of time

OR

B- you probably thought I would publish it and look like a zero credibility, lying idiot and lose all my readers and throw in the towel and disappear for ever from your obsessive screens. Something that would have perhaps ingratiated you to Marple until the end of time.

Same objective. Placing people between a rock and a hard place. Killing them quickly and brutally with venomous words and be done with someone that you perpetually seem to choke on from June 2023 until the end of time.

At any rate you were wrong, 'Anon'. There are better, more civilized ways to correct people, there are more subtle ways to ridicule them. No doubt, this is what you tried to achieve, here. And well, there we are: you are still Anon and I am still owning my game. How about that, pumpkin?

The first post about Lee Schrager has been published by me exactly one (fucking) year ago: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/730746701530431488/labor-of-love?source=share. During all this time, there have been zero comments or corrections about it (I have even blocked an Anti, @justagirlwithspirit, but NOT about that point). You waited. Fair enough. I owe you a corrigenda and I also owe @bat-cat-reader and all the people who commented under those posts about Schrager my deepest apologies. I have diligently scoured the socials, checked my archives, relistened to Mark Gillespie's podcast and no, I could not find any trace of a lunch with Lee Schrager end of April/early May 2023 (I arrived in this fandom on June 18th 2023, mind you - that does not excuse anything, but perhaps it could explain a bit).

You were correct to point out December 5th, 2022, as the day of 'a quiet Sunday night dinner' with S and the SS team. For anyone with a bit of time on their hands, this is obvious - why disingenuously deny?

For the life of me and with the best intentions in the world, I cannot remember how did I incorrectly connect those two episodes. I don't know what happened, how it happened and I feel quite angry at myself, to be honest. Again, you (all of you!) have my deepest apologies, knowing that it doesn't really change anything in the great scheme of things. It greatly pisses me off, surely. But it will not make me stop. You are not that powerful.

Your accuracy stops here, however. The ballerina (or 'dancer', as she called it) was something Marple heavily insisted upon, when she posted that footage from the restaurant where S was celebrating 'with the guys'. I hope you can read, Anon:

Perhaps it's her humor. Perhaps she has zero humor, as I tend to think. In any case, this kind of insinuation lacked class and taste. It was unnecessarily disparaging and could even be construed as downright cruel by some. But if three posts on the same totally irrelevant topic in the span of two hours and a half do not resonate as 'heavily insisting' with you, then I certainly can't help you see her intentions, here.

'If he had been smart, he would have already participated at NYCWFF last year, but hey a comped vacay to Nevis was more important!' Grammar will always betray you, 'Anon'. Always. But rest assured, your dirty little narcissistic secret is safe with me. I won't give you more time, nor space than basic ethics allow. The rest is your problem. It is absolutely clear the Nevis trip was not 'a comped vacay', as you so carelessly write. I have posted at length about this #ad hashtag, not once, but twice. In the hope you guys across the street would write less garbage about it - to no avail:

[October 25th, 2023: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/732163733760163840/y-seguimos-para-bingo?source=share]

[October 29th, 2023: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/732463933939728384/bigotry?source=share]

I am many things, Anon. I am a short-tempered woman and I take no prisoners. But I am no coward and I am no fool. I might sometimes mix up my 'timelines', but I am not a vile, obsessed troll, with a big grammar problem. Ask your Caporegime why did she insist I have no legal education, until the day I got angry enough to post one of my well, several diplomas from Paris? How is that called, Anon?

It's not just 'spreading nonsense', no. It's calumny.

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.

[hockeymenarehot]

Hii, this may sound a little weird but could you do a bill smut with blood kink? Maybe also overstimulation and edging, like make him a vampire or sum? Thank you if you do mwah <3

Bloody Mary feat. Bill Kaulitz

guess whos back! thank u sm for requesting! not weird at all ml, im always happy to make ur fantasies come true! <3 also with saltburn being popular rn it felt so fitting...

summary: i desperately wanted to make a good plot w/ this one, but this is honestly just straight porn w/ vampire Bill kaulitz...

!!warnings!!: dark content!!!, blood kink!!, depictions of blood, he drinks your blood, gonna say sort of dub-con b/c reader does agree but shes sort of in a trance, porn no plot, lots of oral sex (fem. receiving), fem. reader, edging, overstimulation, cum eating, reader passes out, territorial/primal bill, he has a tongue piercing, not proofread!!!, overall just nasty nasty filth LMAO

You think it's so stupid, the people in your new town seem to be so so scared of whatever (or whoever) is living in the castle upon to highest hill. It looks luxurious, and you chalk it up to being someone greedily keeping it for themselves. After all, there is absolutely no way vampires exist. And even if there is a vampire up there, you hoped it was at least a hot one. You were a brave bitch, so you walked up to that castle and banged on the door yourself.

Okay, so vampires are definitely real. And this one is definitely fuckin' hot. Well how could you not think he was hot? He currently had you bare and splayed out for him on his dark red sheets, the black walls of the room blocking out all light except the light radiating off his pale face. He was hovering over you, his black locks loose over his face. He was delicately running his open mouth over your skin, inhaling your sweet scent.

It all started when you entered his castle, his territory. As soon as you stepped foot in this place you also became his territory. Having been caged up in this place for decades, his body was overcome with an insatiable hunger as soon as his primal eyes met yours. You were swiftly brought up to his bedroom, leaving little time to chat. It was then you decided your next hours alive (or maybe not) were going to spent getting your brains fucked out by this vampire.

Your legs were folded back at the knees, your legs spread as he huffed in your scent. He trailed down your abdomen, stopping once he reached your clothed pussy. He inhaled with a sultry groan, shivering as he did so. It was then he looked up at you, locking eyes with you once more. "You want this, don't you? Stepping inside my territory like a little whore, you must want to slut yourself out for me, no?" You had in fact been pretty well covered when you stepped in, but you assumed his touch starved self didn't have the brain power to comprehend that. "Y-yes..." you whined. This felt so out of character for you, almost as if you had been put under some sort of hypnotic spell by his eyes. They felt like a portal to another dimension, one where only lust for him existed. He barely let you finished your stuttered word before he ripped your panties off, leaving your bare pussy exposed to his hungry eyes. You shivered at how he looked at your cunt like it was a meal, one he was getting ready to ravished.

And he did. Before you knew it, you were at the mercy of his relentless tongue, prodding into you and lapping at your clit. His fangs ever so often brushed against your sensitive folds, and you were reminded that at any moment he might actually take a bite out of you. This fact only seemed to make you leak even more, getting wetter by the second. He drank up your juices like they were the last drops of water he would ever receive. As you looked down at him you could see his heavily dilated pupils, staring into your eyes like he was a wolf devouring prey.

You tried to contain your moans, instead opting to whine and make choked out sounds ever once in a while. In the back of your almost-thoughtless head you were afraid that if you moaned for him, shamelessly letting your voice echo, he would mark you as his. And you weren't all sure what that would entail.

You could feel your orgasm impending by the way his nose would ever so often nudge onto your clit. As he used his tongue to reach deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, it was then you released his tongue piercing. The cold metal contrasting against the warmth of his tongue made you shudder, making it impossibly hard to contain your noises. His moans vibrated into your cunt, making your back arch off the sheets like a black cat, blending perfectly into the decor of his black & red room.

Right as you were about to cum all over his tongue, he swiftly pulled away. The loss of stimulation left you a whining mess. It was then you made the dire mistake of biting deeper into your lip to contain your noises, breaking the skin and letting small drops of blood flood down your chin. He had no self control to hold back as he leapt for your chin, licking up the blood that left your lip with only the tip of his tongue before sucking onto your bottom lip. You could feel his length grow against your stomach, and you blushed madly at feeling him get turned on at the sight of your blood.

He let out a small breathy chuckle "Did you honestly think I would let you cum? After you contained your noises? The noises that belong to me?" You finally let out a moan at his words "Please!" You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for, but all of your senses were being overwhelmed. It truly felt as if you were in a trance as you stared up at the glittering ceiling of the bedroom. "Please what? You want more?" He mocked as he ran his tongue down your jaw, laughing slightly at your desperation. You nodded your head frantically, wanting to feel more of him. "If that's what you want, say my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel good." You looked at him with blown eyes, awaiting him to reveal his name to you. "Bill," You didn't hesitate to scream out his name as he dove back into your pussy.

Your cunt was aching, your thighs begging to close in around his head at the merciless pleasure you were receiving. The room was filled with your mewls bouncing off the walls, echoing into Bill's ears and fueling his lust. Your noises drove him to work your poor pussy harder, adding fingers into your hole as he toying with your clit using his tongue. Your hands reached down to his scalp to pull at his hair.

"M-ah!" The pleasure you were receiving was almost unbearable, his long fingers pressing just the right spots within you. You were once more teetering towards the edge of bliss, you pussy clenching around his fingers. It's only taken him the time since you entered his castle to learn you like the back of his hand, memorizing the inside of your cunt with his fingers and the sounds of your moans with his ears. Your cunt was puffy and pulsing with desire, and you let out a moan of his name. "Bill! Gonna cum-!"

Right as those words left your mouth he pulled away again, leaving you a sobbing mess. He payed no mind to you, merely admiring his work of your glistening folds. He inhaled your scent as you wept at the loss of another orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks. He ran his nose against your thigh, inhaling your scent once again.

His cock was hard, impossibly hard. It was aching at your scent, and your sweet noises weren't helping his situation. He decided to indulge in a little pleasure for himself, smelling of your inner thighs until he picked up on a scent he desired. He blocked out your cries and pleas as he sunk his fangs down into the plush of your thigh, drawing blood to the air before sucking it back in with his mouth. You screamed with pleasure filled pain as he moaned against your thigh. He sucked at your thigh some more before rubbing the flat part of his tongue against it, moaning out once more before releasing his load onto the sheets. Your mind was too hazy and under a hypnotic-like state to register much of another besides the feeling of his tongue, the pleasure it brought, and the pain.

You chanted out his name "Bill, Bill, Bill," anything at all to try and get him to give more attention to your aching core. Once Bill had finished releasing and pleasuring himself, he decided you had been good enough and deserved some pleasure of your own. Most women he had tried this with had screamed with agony, doing anything at all to get away from him. His sharp teeth just weren't for them.

"Good fucking girl" He spoke out in a low, groggy tone. He focused his eyes onto your cunt again, before attacking it with his mouth again. He slurped up your juices before bringing his fingers up to pump in and our of you at a brutal pace, his mouth latching onto your clit and sucking on it. You screamed out his name, egging him on. You used your hands to claw at his sheets, the pleasure being brought by his tongue completely encompassing you. He made sure you felt completely owned by him, totally below him. He had decided that if cumming around his tongue is what you wanted, you would get just that and more. Who was he to leave you unsatisfied when you had been so good for him?

Your legs were trembling, completely at his mercy as you felt your orgasm building up yet another time. This time it felt much faster, the heat in your core heating up your entire body. His fingers were hitting ever spot in you just right, and your entire body was succumbing to pleasurable pain as you sprayed all over his face, your back arching impossibly higher. Your back ached and your entire body shook with the intensity of your delayed orgasm.

You were moaning choked out screams as Bill didn't lessen his brutal, inhumane pace into your cunt. It was almost as if your noises and squirt only made him want to go faster. No human would be able to move their fingers in and out of you at the pace he was. Your eyes looked up at the ceiling, dots invading your vision. You felt like at any moment you might pass out as you released against him once more. He hungrily lapped up all you had to offer, groans bouncing off against your folds. His hands came up to press against your waist as you continued to moan, and he only continued to get faster. "T-too much! Slower!" You were barely able to form those simple words, your mind turned to mush as the lines blurred between your orgasms, slowly being unable to tell when one started and one ended. The bliss and pain you were receiving were unbearable.

It seems he didn't take into account the fragile nature of the human mind and body, as you passed out. Collapsing from the overstimulation, your body fell against the plush comforter of his bed. He looked up at you to study your face, his lower face covered in blood from your thigh and slick from your spent pussy.

He crawled over you, hovering over your body taking in the scent of your sleeping form. He reached your face, huffing in your scent like it was a drug. He moved his nose down to your neck before latching onto it, a zap of electricity being sent down his spine as he did so. He left the signature dots against your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled the smell of your blood, marking his territory.

"Mine."

a/n: sorry for the long break, been getting back into doing schoolwork.. i do hope this was to your liking! requests are being closed for now as im still trying to get caught up on them, but feel free to send in quick drabble ideas or just to chat! I love talking to u guys! <3