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elizabethh1125 · 3 years ago

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{William Afton NSFW alphabet}

Yo dudes! I haven't seen any William Afton NSFW alphabets (maybe I'm just blind xD) but I decided that I wanted to make my own in-between writing chapters of my ongoing fic- so EAT UP my children.

Anyways I don't have a long note like I usually do so as always,

Have a great morning/day/night, and I love you all!

-Eli <3

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

Weirdly enough, William seems like the type to fuck and dip, but he is totally opposite of that.

William will take his sweet time cleaning you and praising you for how good you did for him.

He wants you to be absolutely hooked on him.

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

His favorite body part would definitely be his hands/fingers. They are so slender but skilled, and full of veins. He knows how to use them very well and he knows it.

His favorite part about you is definitely your stomach. Thin or plump, he loves it. If you're smaller he will pinch you and lick down your body, and if you're full he will grab and play with the fat, kissing and resting his head down like a pillow. He thinks you're gorgeous either way.

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

He loves to cum deep inside you. (Man has a serious breeding kink.) Or in your mouth. And he will always force you to swallow. Pinching your nose shut and poking at your throat to force you to swallow if you refuse.

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

He really wants to have you take him into your mouth under his desk while he works.

That or binding you and leaving a toy in you while he plays with it.

Sometimes his dirty fantasies get too extreme and he has to take a "bathroom break." If you're not there.

And if you are?

Ooo. Trouble.

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

He's super fucking experienced. Like even though he's only been with a few people Including his x-wife. Both of you are always pleased at the end of a session. And you're always questioning how he is so skilled.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) missionary. He wants to see you unwind for him. Also, he is just super old fashioned.

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

Dead fucking serious. Everytime.

You don't think that man laughs at all.

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

Clean shaven.

Maybe a tad bit of hair. But it's always wayyy to perfect and sometimes you wonder if he measures each pube to make sure they are all the same length.

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

He's so fucking romantic that sometimes the intamacy level is so high you actually cry.

Like tears of overstimulation and love.

William is also a very hardcore minipuoator, so he definitely knows how to make you feel secure and attached.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

William is a stalker.

Like hardcore creepy stalker.

The man has placed cameras all over your place, and is constantly secretly watching you.

He also really wants home video type porn from you. And if you allow him, he will 100% record your sex and Jack off to it later.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Well the obvious one is breeding, but more of his known ones are bondage, (more you than him) being dominant, praise or degrade kink. He also loves to choke.

A few of his other less known are, knife play, def has a daddy kink, spit, and skirts.

William also loves when you show any thighs or tits.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the bed, in a chair, on a table, he could go anywhere anytime. Just as long as it's you.

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

You could breathe in his direction and he would have a hard on. He would never let you know that, but he really, really likes you.

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

Anything bodily that's not blood or cum. Hell. Fucking. No.

Also he would never sub. Nope. Just not his thing. He has tried, and he hated it. Sometimes even thinking of it turns him off.

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

He looooves it when you give him head, but he actually prefers to do it to you- and he is once again. Literally. Incredible.

William could 100% paint a fucking masterpiece painting with his tounge.

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

He prefers to take it verrrry slow, and super sensual, but occasionally when he's worked up it has had a rough day, he will pound you into the sheets until you need a wheelchair.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Nah. There is no such thing as a quickie with William. He takes every love session with full seriousness and sets aside at least two hours. And when it's spontaneous, clear your schedule, cause an hour is the shortest he will cut it to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) Meh, kinda. You just have to ask him and he probably would stay yes, other than his turn offs. That would be a hard no.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) You don't think you have even seen this man sweat, ONCE during sex.

He could go on for years, and still be completely fine.

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

He owns lots of toys.

But only for your pleasure.

You don't know where he keeps getting these new gadgets, but his new favorite pastime is shoving something into you and letting you serve tables at the diner. He gets a huge kick out of it, and loves to see you twist in pleasure while you try to remain normal. He knows it pisses you off. And he loves it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's the worst fucking tease ever.

No explanation needed.

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

He kinda grunts or groans a little-

But most of the time he is just talking or commanding you. No moaning, nothing like that.

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

One time, William made you dress up in a little slutty pink frilly waitress outfit, and pretend to serve him in the diner. He then fucked you over the table.

And another time, he actually had sex with you in the spring Bonnie spring lock suit.

You still have no fucking clue how his dick got in you, or how the spring locks didn't go off, but weirdly- it was hot as hell.

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

Not super long, but thick.

Probably 5 and a half, maybe 6 long.

And 2 and a half wide.

It curves slightly to the right when hard.

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

Meh, although he's like always turned on by you, he only really wants to have sex when it benefits him in some way (even if that means manipulativeing you more.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) like never.

He always does all the work at the end, even if you're just pleasuring him, and you're always the one to fall asleep.

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kainscape · 4 years ago

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Slashers with an S/O who talks in their sleep

@chibizombiebehindyou: Could you do the slashers (including Asa and Jesse) with a reader who talks in their sleep?

A/N: Decided to do this in a short prompt type of writing piece so I can practice writing short stories without going way overboard

A/N: okay maybe it’s not as short as I thought but hey, it’s not over 2 pages- yeah no it’s pretty lengthy 💀 and it’s not proofread ‼️

Bo Sinclair

It was a consuming and bone-breaking job that the Sinclair brothers did. Therefore, sleep was never guaranteed. But, with you? You decided on your own that you would keep yourself awake to see Bo come home in one piece. He always brushed your worry off as your so called obsession with him. After a few times of butchering your sleep schedule, it wasn't long before you were fast asleep when Bo retuned home. He made his way up the stairs, shedding his boots at the top. Discarding his mechanic coveralls, he was left in a stained but washed grey t shirt and his boxers. He had heard some quiet mumbling but didn't really look into it. The noise had vanished as he pulled back some of the old cover, slowly resting his body beside you. You had looked dead asleep, your body contracting slow and steady breaths. Exempt your mouth moving and forming words. He smirked, realizing you were taking in your sleep. He had some assumptions about it when you would ask questions with no reasoning. He wasn’t too worried. He propped himself up on his elbow to look over at you. “What do you mean you didn’t see it?! It was as big as your ass dude!” That’s something he’s never heard before. He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at your behavior, shaking his head until he heard his name. “Well, Bo, what else do you want me compare it to, your dick!? Yeah right.” His face deadpanned, furrowing his eyebrows. He scoffed, turning over dramatically as he rolled his eyes. He faced away from you, biting the inside of his cheek. In the morning, he might tease you or ask questions around what you said. Either way, he’s not bothered by it.

Vincent Sinclair

It had been a long day for the boys and you within Ambrose. What a better way to go to sleep cuddled up together and arise later in the day by Bo? Of course, you were always first within the bed, already dead asleep and dreaming of whatever your mind wander to. Vincent kept awareness of where the creeks were in the floorboards, avoiding them so he could peacefully lay in bed next to your sleeping form. Yet he heard some prominent mumbling coming from you, serving closer and gently easing up the blankets to slip in. He had removed his mask already, carefully turning to face you. You had your arm over your eyes, mouth open and moving from incoherent sentences. But one was clear as day, “I’m convinced Vincent uses Gucci conditioner and shampoo, my god.” You mumbled a few after that but he was utterly confused. Why were you talking about that weird brand you had showed him once, and why did it correlate to your dream?? He shook his head gently, scooting closer and resting his arm across your waist/stomach, pulling himself against your form until he fell asleep to your rhythmic breathing. Sometimes, he’s entertained by your night time conversations.

Lester Sinclair

Your boyfriend had a fairly easy job compared to his brothers, but when there were visitors piling up after one another, it took a whole lot longer to come back home to you and your shared bed. The frogs and cicadas were a whole lot louder than usuals, but it was like a lullaby to you by now. Which queues the small mumbling escaping your mouth. He was quiet when he came, but of course, Lester wasn’t the best at silence. Luckily you were to lost in your dream to realize he was already snuggling in beside you. He had took notice of your nonsense sentences from time to time, not that it bothered him. If anything, it was an entertaining thing to listen to before going to sleep. It gave him a sense of what your brain really thinks of. “Lester… if I dressed up as roadkill… would you pick me up too?” He tried so damn hard to stifle his laugh, his body almost shaking as you formed a stupid grin on your face. Lester took in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek as he buried his head into the side of your neck. “Sure, hun’” he was sure to keep his words to a hush, taking note to your shared silence. There was a comfortable coldness that covered your bodies compared to the blistering heat outside. What a way to end the day.

Will Graham

Go to work, panic, panic some more and get no sleep. This was Wills routine even with you trying to hassle him into bed. He was always focused on something, or just simply to stubborn to let himself rest for once. But tonight, he had one hell of an excuse. Jack had kept him for a lot longer than both of you would like. But you knew what you signed up for when you accepted to go on a date with Will. You figured out after multiple nights of fruitless attempts at staying up and waiting for your boyfriend, you just gave in and went to sleep on your own terms. This gave Will the opportunity to overthink in peace without the guilt of making you worry. The job had took a huge toll on his physical capacity, leading him to shrugging off his clothing while he made his way to the side of the bed. He rubbed his eye, yawning as he lifted the blanket to the new queen bed you guys had bought, giving more room for dogs and the two of you. He stopped his motions, watching closely as you turned your body towards him. You were mouthing words but they were quiet and blotched. Will slowly slid underneath the covers, feeling his body sink in the end to a relaxed position. He had took not of your sleep talking, not bothered by it. To be honest, he likes to hear what you would say when you weren’t conscious of it. “I wish we had one of those stress powered lightbulbs…” A very quiet and short chuckle made its way out of you, “of course it’s for you, you could probably power Russia with how much stress you have.” And with that, he scoffed and turned the other way, mumbling to himself before attempting to sleep.

Jason Voorhees

Jason always makes sure you’re getting enough rest for your health. He’s adamant about you being your best self with a healthy body and mind. But, he’s never really surprised to see you up waiting for him time to time, honestly he can’t complain. He loves seeing you there in the cabin with the fire still going as you greet him with that beautiful smile. It’s truly warming for him. The rest of the nights, you’re always in the dark comfort of your shared room, resting atop the creaking bed and under the quilt blankets. The cabin door whipped open, quickly caught by the giant hand wrestling against the harsh winter wind. He tried his best to quietly close the door, pushing the lock in place he had added after a break in from a trespasser happened. He observed the room, laying his machete within the kitchen sink after shedding his jacket and laying it on the chair around the wood table. Expertly avoiding the creaks in the floor, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, slipping in without a sound. There was a severely dim light coming from the window, which shadowed over your face just right so he could see you. Jason had took off his boots while he listening to the common small talk from your sleeping form. You guys had decided to look in all the cabins, landing on the jackpot of a bigger bed so you could have more room. Therefore, it wasn’t a huge hassle for Jason to slip into the bed without the alarm of waking you. You were turned away from him, slow breaths from to body. The hockey mask laid on the dusty end table, facing up as Jason looked down at you. A small smile formed on his lips, listening as your talking grew a little more coherent. “Come on Jason, you got all that cake.. and you’re not gonna give me none?” His smile slowly faded, realizing what you meant by ‘cake.’ It ha mentioned before, especially when you went out of your way to slap his ass and look him in eyes to say, “a whole damn bakery back there..” Jason took it on himself to get used to it, not bothered by the comments. He shook his head, inching down so he could pull you closer to his chest, a very strong arm wrapped around you.

Michael Myers

There’s never a sleep schedule with the two of you. There’s times where Michael is out for days at time, retuning only when your asleep and unknowing. There are those very rare times like this one where you’re aware of Michaels presence in the bed while you drift of into sleep. He’s definitely not the type to pull you close or make a move to hold you, but he’s not going to push you away if you wrap yourself around him. Which is where you lay on his chest, listening to his eternally calmed heart beat as you knocked out. It had took a damn long time, but you achieved the privilege of seeing Michael without the infamous mask you grew accustomed too. His eyes usually zeroed in on the ceiling, waiting until he need to close his eyes came. But this time, he looked down at you shifting a bit in his chest, a few words spoken. “I really don’t know how people can’t smell you form your hiding places.. I can literally smell you before you walk in a room.. it’s not a good thing either.” His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to understand why you were composing about how he.. smelled. Yet here you are, your face completely shoved into his chest. He gave you an unimpressed eye roll, turning his head on the pillow for an attempt at some sleep. He found it rather amusing that you would speak whatever you thought without restrictions when you would sleep talk. Something to quietly tease you about.

Jesse Cromeans

He had already experienced your sleep taking, the cameras in his house capturing anything you did. Sometimes you asked questions or said random comments, all that made Jesse smirk or silently laugh. He had also taken notice to the earlier times you went to bed, your stubborn idea to stay up and wait for him dying down. He didn’t mind this, satisfied with your healthy sleep schedule returning. He set the tapes in a box for tomorrow’s checking. Jesse eased open the bedroom door, a small ray of light traveling across the room to reveal the bed you laid in. The black silk sheets covering your sound figure. He pushed the door back closed, taking off all his work attire to be left in his boxers and undershirt. He shimmied underneath the covers, slowly scooting closer to your body. Of course, there were some unconscious words to be shared. “I just realized I’ve got to sleep in every room…” there was some silence before you spoke again, “why?… look don’t even worry about.” There was humorous tone in the last sentence, one that felt oddly genuine for someone asleep. He shook his head, smiling while he took in your scent that comforted him. His hands caressed any exposed skin as the room fell silent, including his mind as you both shared a deep sleep.

Asa Emory

It wasn’t something he really cared to take notice about, never really sleeping at the same time as you due to his large amounts of work he took on. It was to the point he would drift off into a dreamless sleep on his desk. Not that you could really do anything about it with his stubborn view point, so you kept to yourself and went to your bed without him. Well, went to bed also meant brining a pillow and blanket down to Asas work place and sleeping the the chair. You just wanted to feel your boyfriends presence before you fell asleep. He only looked up for a few before looking back down at the scatter of papers, shuffling though some before writing. You made yourself as comfortable as you could get, sighing as you let your body relax. The sleep came easier than expected, the few sniffles sounding in the room letting you know Asa was still there. It was oddly comforting. A flash of worry did strike you, the worry that your sleep talking would annoy him, causing you to have to leave. But it was worth the few bits of it. Asa sighed, running his hand down his face as he battled the tired feeling back. Lending back in his seat, he crossed his arms while looking up to you in the leather chair. Without a warning, a question was asked out loud from you, “What color box would I get if I was one of your butterflies?” He tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows before humoring himself by answering, “Red. To match the original one.” It seems like your dream had answered for you, the words quiet on your tongue as your chest arose slowly. Asa took in another breath before rising to his feet, walking over to you. He brought a hand up to your resting face, his thumb brushing your drink. What a beautiful butterfly you would be.

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs are welcome. This blog and this story is 18+. Do not read, follow or interact if you are not 18+.

Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.

Word count - 2.5k

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

Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. He’ll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he can’t imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadn’t told anyone else.

His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when you’re somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.

You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldn’t help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.

B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)

Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesn’t matter if it’s a flat ass or a thick one he’ll love it the same because it’s a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.

His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because it’s almost like he branded you as his own.

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

It’s always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.

Which he doesn’t mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your face🥺

D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. It’s become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, you’ll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or he’ll worship you and eat you out till you literally can’t even walk straight.

It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didn’t know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the men’s room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.

E= Experience (How experienced are they?)

VERY. He’s extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if you’re more on the inexperienced side but don’t ne afraid. He’ll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.

F= Favorite Position

His favorite position would be doggy style. Where he’s doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when he’s doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if you’re okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.

He’s also a huge fan of missionary. Because he can’t see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.

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

Depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.

But most of the times, he’s in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldn’t question who’s really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he let’s you do that he couldn’t keep a straight face while punishing you.

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

Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.

Does anyone remember that term ‘manscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesn’t need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.

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

Doesn’t matter if you’re making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.

If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. He’d get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. He’d feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.

If you’re feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. He’ll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.

Even while he’s got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, he’d say while stroking your head, “It’s okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.”

Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didn’t want him wasting his cummies.

Which might’ve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, he’d just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, “See this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.” He’d come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels you’ve learned your lesson.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesn’t just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.

He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.

He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Yeah you’ve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog won’t walk in on you.

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

If you simply say, “Screw me.” That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.

But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If you’re a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.

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

He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that he’s pretty open to most things.

He also wouldn’t like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.

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

He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.

Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.

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

It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how you’re both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.

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

Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while he’s on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.

But he wouldn’t prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.

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

He’s game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if he’s skeptical about something he’d keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.

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

He’s a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. It’s more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.

If it was a long day on set, and if he’s a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.

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

You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldn’t do it with your mouth full.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you can’t take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt that’s a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you can’t help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.

His touches a bit too light, he’d bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it won’t last long because usually he’s the one who ends up getting riled up.

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

He’s loud alright. And he isn’t ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.

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

He’s pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasn’t hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasn’t that much bigger than anyone else you’d had sex with right?

Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.

He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.

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

It’s pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. He’d respect you if you say no and back off immediately but he’s up for it whenever you want.

ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then he’d be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans alphabet #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #steve rogers x reader #chris evans headcanons

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mirukostallbabygirl · 4 years ago

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BNHA boys after passing No-Nut-November

Yeah. It’s what it sounds like. Prepare to have your backs blown out folks 😌🤚

Characters: deku, denki, Kirishima, Aizawa, Hawks, Mirio

All characters are 18+

Warnings: Cockwarming, Overstimulation, rough sex, phone sex

Deku ~ Izuku Midoriya

Dude was literally DYING all of November

Because now that he has a girlfriend why wouldn’t he have sex??

But you seemed excited and suspicious of his ability to do it, so— like a true hero— he took on the challenge

He didn’t realize how used to sex he already was, and he sometimes woke up to himself humping a pillow in his sleep (but shh he didn’t tell you about that)

The two of you were texting during the night of November 30

And you could feel the desperation in his texts

Seeing the minutes tick by... 12:30... 12:45... 12:5

It was maddening

He didn’t want to come on too strong, so he decided that he would rather FaceTime you, because he though it would be less awkward (and there aren’t receipts if you say no)

But you were one step ahead of him

You had your alarm set to go off at 12:00 AM December 1st

He was startled when the annoying chime blasted out of your phone, stuttering on what he was saying

So you cut him off, turning your screen to show the time and asking “hey baby, do you want to come over?”

This mans eyes SPARKLED LIKE A KID ISTG

He didn’t even reply. You just saw a shaky view of his room and the sound of shuffling clothes and shoes, then the click of a door lock

He showed up at your door a few minutes later, after having hung up without another word on his way there

You opened the door and there were lips on yours, strong arms gripping your waist

Then groping your tits and ass

He never goes insanely hard

But that was the roughest sex you two had ever had

It honestly made not being able to have sex with him worth it for the absolute monstrous fuck you guys had

And it was a LONG session

You thought about calling in sick from work to stay with him and see if you could make your torn-apart body go for another round

Denki Kaminari

He gets zappy when he’s horny (like— literal electricity)

And he’s horny a lot because you refuse to let him have sec with you, and even worse— he can’t even Jack off to the thought of you

He tried to get away with it a few times only for you to feel the change of static in the air and come to his bedroom

He DEFINITELY would not have made it through if you hadn’t held him accountable the whole time

And even though at those times you were helping, you weren’t making it easy for him otherwise

You’d wear the short skirts that he liked and purposefully bend over to grab things from the floor, flashing yourself to him

It was funny to see how red he got and then how hard he got— smirking when you caught a glimpse at the tent in his trousers

So on November 30, he had it all planned out

He picked out an outfit for you, and set up his room all elegant

And he asked you to come over to spend the night

You were excited

It’s not like the two of always had sex impromtu, but there was never this level of preparation

You came in around 11 for a late-late night dinner (because what’s a sleep schedule— neither of you knew, that was for sure) of boxed macaroni

His lack of cooking ability was endearing

After dinner, he handed you a bag to go change into

It had thigh high socks, thigh harnesses, and a black and gold lingerie set

You looked hot— you couldn’t lie

When you came out you saw that the clock read 11:57

And Denki turned around, turning a bright crimson

You teased him “you picked this out, silly, why are you getting so flustered?”

He pulled you down to straddle despite how red he got

The two of you kissed until the clock hit 12

And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t kissed all month, but it felt special when you’d be intimate for the first time in a while

He brought you to the bedroom and the two of you spent a whole 3 minutes being romantic before both of you were ravaging each other

It was hard to tell who missed sex more between the two of you

But you were both relieved it was over

Red Riot ~ Eijiro Kirishima

During all of November, he decided that whenever he was missing your body, he would train

And he did OH HOW he did

He was big and strong and he’d taken on extra hours to work on his hardening quirk, and had shown a lot of improvement

You suddenly had to cope with the fact that your boyfriend got EVEN HOTTER, and you weren’t having sex with him

You even gave in a few times, begging him to fuck you, but every time he denied, “that’s not very manly of me to fail the challenge” he would explain and then head out to the gym

It’s fair to say that it sucked for you

So when November was ending, you made a plan

He worked long hours at his agency, so he wouldn’t be back until it was almost 12, which (you being the night owl you are) has never been a problem

But it was today

So, here you are at his agency, rapping on his office door during his lunch break

He hugged you and pulled you inside of his office like he’s done every day you showed up at his office since you started dating

But you were horny and so was he and the tension was high between the two of you

No one wanted to make the first move, because that would be admitting defeat

So you walked to the side of his desk, his eyes following your ass, and bend down to grab his lunch from the left drawer

You hiked your skirt up enough so that he could see a flash of your panties

You weren’t going to make this last day easy on him, but you weren’t trying to make him lose either

But he was on you after that

Hands on your hips, cock pressed against your clothed ass

And you were so in

You both lost your stubbornness quickly when the lust grew too hard to handle

So you let him pull your panties to the side and start thrusting

God you missed this

And he was so much stronger now

You let out moans as he co tinued, not caring if anyone out in their cubicles heard

You were Red Riot’s and he was yours

You both came, multiple times

And when he relaxed back on his desk chair which you collapsed on his chest

You decided to make the final blow

“You realize you lost, right babe?”

And deep red eyes met yours with a seriousness rivaling that of some prestigious heroes (which was hardly eijiro— everyone loved him as a refreshing kind savior rather than the usual aloofness of heroes)

“I could keep going if you want to be a brat.”

Eraser Head ~ Shota Aizawa

He’s not a very sex-motivated guy

But he definitely liked it every once in a while— especially with you

His baby girl struggling to take him, writhing in pleasure, cumming 2,3,4 times

He loves it

And he decides that he’ll still get to see his baby get pleasure, and just not get any of his own

So most of the month, if you were in the same room as him, you had a vibrator buried deep in your cunt

It didn’t feel the same as him feeling you up, but it was hard to sit still or focus when he was indirectly doing such lewd things to you

So November was long for you

And not in a bad way, but you were ready for it to be over, and you could tell he was, too

He was near his wits end from not getting to unload into his little girl, and it reflected on his teaching

You wondered if his students could tell he was lashing out because of sexual frustration

The thought made you laugh

So he cancelled or denied any plans anyone made that night, and so did you

You spent the afternoon together, watching tv mindlessly as you sat on his cock

That was something you two had done a lot more— cockwarming

It was nice to be so close to him

And he argued that the challenge was that he couldn’t cum, not that he couldn’t have his dick in you

So you agreed

And now it was nearing time, and he started slowly thrusting into you, both of your heads turned to the clock as you counted down the seconds until you could both cum

And when the clock finally shone 12:00, it was over for you

Brutal thrusts from underneath you left you with a cream-filled pussy, and then again on your hands and knees against the couch, and on the kitchen counter, and the bed

He had to make up for all the time he wasn’t able to pleasure you himself

So you let yourself be completely destroyed by his cock multiple times

Your legs were t even working past your 3rd orgasm, so he’d just carry you to his new destination

Hawks ~ Takami Keigo

He loved you, but this was not a hard challenge for him

He hadn’t got laid for most of his teenage years

And the two of you did it only on occasion before you teased the idea and he said that he didn’t think you could do it— not have sex with him

So it was more like no-nut-November for you

But you wouldn’t let his teasing be confirmed

So you stood your ground

The two of you made it through the first week with fire in your eyes— encouraged by the want to win against the other

Even the second week was fine

Then you walked in on him fapping like a teenager in your bedroom, surrounded by a few of your sentimental stuffed animals from when you were a kid and a pair of dirty panties

You didn’t intrude

You just let him

And your fingers made their way to the waistband of your panties

You were egged on by his moans seeping through the wall and to your ears

Gorgeous, erotic, and effortless moans that could make you cum without touching yourself at all

But here you are, rubbing your clit and dipping your fingers into your puffy cunt as he jerked himself off on your bed

The two of you never mentioned this

Neither of you were going to admit that that could t even last 3 weeks

You weren’t even sure he saw you, but you sure saw him

And it didn’t happen again, as much as you wanted it to

The sex wasn’t life changing when he could do it again

The real reason you two were together was because you love the other, and that didn’t go away just because you couldn’t fuck

So the two of you were solidified in the shared opinion that you would be happy no matter what happens

And you spend the night bare against his chest, wings brought around your body in a protective shield

Togata Mirio

He made it through the month just fine, usually too busy training and working to have time for you two to have sex

Instead the two of you work together and cuddle at night

And it’s satisfying, but it’s not mind-blowing for either of you

You’d much rather be able to have sex when he has an off night

He actually has a business trip spanning from November 27-December 3, which was a painfully long time for you

You had gotten your hopes up to be able to be destroyed by him

Instead you two FaceTime every night

And he’s too shy to mention it, but once November has passed, he’s aching to get back to you

Aching to get his cock back buried deep in you

You start touching yourself on FaceTime the night before his flight back

He didn’t notice at first

But he saw your arm flexing as you rubbed tight circles on your clit while listening to his voice

“Whatcha doing there sweetie?”

He asked it all innocent but you know better

You slide the phone down to show your pussy dripping with need

You hear him mutter a soft “fuck” before you hear the sound of unzipping and clothing falling to the ground, keeping yourself in view for him while he shows his equally needy cock on the camera

It’s blushing red on the top, so ready for you you wish you had a teleportation quirk

But the two of you were relieved to be doing just this after so long

And after you both came on your fingers, he promised he would give it to you so good when he got back

And he did not disappoint

#🖌.headcannons #deku x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #mirio x reader #bnha smut #tw: cockwarming #tw: rough #tw: overstimulation #I wanted to make sure I got everything that could possibly be upsetting lol

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guiltygrimm · 4 years ago

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RZ Michael Myers Cuddles Scenario!

Warnings: Tons of Fluff 💕

A yawn escaped your jaws as you slipped on a pair of silk pajama shorts with a white tank top as they hug your gorgeous frame. Tiny foot steps echoed through the hallway finding your way to the living room to watch a scary movie. Maybe even see what’s broadcasting tonight.

Plopping onto the couch, your fingers gripped the black remote as you directly pointed it at the television turning it on with a click of a button. Michael isn’t present at the moment so maybe watching some TV will pass the time. It gets a little lonely when he’s gone but you know he’s gonna come back. He always does.

You flipped through the channels, but couldn’t discover anything interesting.

“One channel after another... Boring.” You changed it to a different channel. “Not my style. What the heck?They ACTUALLY made a show about this?” Raising your brow, you quickly turned the TV to another station.

It eventually got to a point where your brain was telling you to just put on a movie since nothing good is playing. You arose from the pleasant cushion and started poking your nose into the DVD cabinet below the Television. You read them off moving your finger along the rows of movies until one makes you stop.

It’s called (Favorite movie) which was something you remembered watching growing up. There was not anything else to put on so (F/M) it is. You shut the DVD case while pressing your finger on the eject button, the DVD tray slowly peeked out of the machine. You lightly laid the disk down as the tray slowly hid back away. Now you can finally relax.

The movie loaded and started playing from the beginning. Turning the lamp off, you sat back down as the room dimmed, wrapping yourself into a soft grey blanket burrito, your attention turning to the TV. You laid on your back, snuggling deeper into the blanket wishing Michael was here to join since snuggling him in the blankey was absolutely one of your favorite things to do. You were so comfortable with your body slowly sinking into the cushion. Half lidded eyes started to shut half way into the movie. You could feel yourself drifting into slumber. You’d be lying if you said you tried to stay awake. Guess today’s busy schedule must’ve knocked you out.

What felt like minutes passed to hours, your peaceful state quietly sleeping. A pair of blue eyes peered into the living room to see the sight of you peacefully sleeping(even if your body was in an awkward and uncomfy looking position) Your favorite long haired, silent lover made his way next to you, carefully scooping your graceful body into his large muscular arms. Michael carried your now half asleep self into your bedroom, as he slowly and gently laid you down onto the pillowy mattress. You flutter your eyes open to look up at him.

“Hello, love.” You coo to him. “I missed you.”

You sat up affectionately resting your head onto his stomach before gazing back into his eyes behind that mask of his. “Do you want to lay down too?”

You lightly put his hand in your small one and guide him next to you. his much bigger body made you lightly bounce as he plopped down on the mattress. If anything he may seem like a scary and serious dude, but he enjoys embracing your small body against his much larger figure. You almost feel like a stuffed animal in his arms. You are his obsession after all. Your kindness, affection, honesty, loyalty... something people have never shown him. Michael of course wasn’t very fond of you in the beginning, but after everything you done for him changed his mind about you completely. And instead of ignoring you like he used to, he absolutely can’t get enough of you.

Michael laid down as you cutely snuggle into his arms and resting your head on his chest. The Rhythm of his heartbeat was almost soothing enough to ease you back to sleep. You slid your hand up his torso to his super long hair, gently brushing your fingers through his dirty blonde locks while quietly talking to him about how busy your day was and how delighted you are to have him next to you.

“Your comfier than these pillows.” You let out a slight giggle, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. The feeling of Mikey’s arms tighten around you almost made you squeal with joy since he usually doesn’t give tight hugs. It’s very rare for him to even hug back but he doesn’t mind whenever you’d wrap his arms around him whenever you’d want.

Those Icy blue eyes behind his orange jack o lantern mask were glued to the opposite side of the room, immediately alarming you that something was bouncing around in his mind.

You soften your gaze before you could squeak out “Are you alright, Mikey?”

His predatory gaze fell back on you not saying a word. Michael not talking wasnt nothing new, but the issue dawned upon you as Michael has had this feeling many times before and has made it obvious the past few nights.

Your a sweet girl while he is a giant murderer. He can never get why your so devoted to him when no one else was. You think he feels that one day you would realize that and never want to be near him ever again. This was definitely NEVER going to happen. That soft voice of yours will always let him know you trust, love, care, and understand him with your whole entire being.

A large grin appeared on your features showing your cute little fangs. “You don’t have to worry about that, Mikey. I’m always here for you no matter what life brings. I don’t think I can ever imagine you out of my life. I’m never lonely anymore since your here.”

You gave him a quick peck on his mask whispering in his ear that you promise nothing will ever change the way you look at him. You don’t care how many times you have to tell him, you always want him to know that you adore him as much as he secretly adores you!

Your tiny elegant body laid down on his chest again as you peek up at him with awe. “Do you wanna know what I love best about you?”

Mikey tilted his head a centimeter making your smile grow much bigger. “Everything hehehe. You make me the happiest girl on this planet. Your presence just lights up the room... You deserve to be happy, Michael. You deserve the world and I really mean that.”

Your arms slip around his neck, your eyes twinkling like the midnight starry sky. “ I want to be that person to give you the world...”

Michael turned over slipping you off his chest to face you. Both your arms wrapping around one another with a special embrace. In Michael’s own silent words, you already gave him the universe.

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* enough to make a grown woman cry 😭💕 *

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oleksiak-pettersson · 4 years ago

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Hey Kylie, it’s you. Write that Shay Donovan blurb you thought about at work today

You sighed happily as Shay’s non-pizza-holding arm tightened around your waist. He’d pulled you into his lap immediately after you returned from the bathroom.

His nose presses against your neck and he inhales happily. These are the kind of nights he loves, his teammates around and his girl in his lap.

The bean bag chair your boyfriend had copped for roommate dinner faced the rest of the room perfectly. You watched as Dylan and Owen fight over the last slice of pizza.

“Want a bite babe?” Shay asks, pizza-holding hand coming to feed the pizza to you.

You nod and allow him to maneuver the food to your mouth. Shay watches you fondly, eyes softening as you take a much bigger bite of pizza than he’d anticipated but he doesn’t expect anything less. You’re his girl and there’s a reason why.

“Can you two stop being so fucking cute?” Ryder growls, there’s an edge of playfulness to his voice but you can hear the heartbreak seeping through. He’s on his stomach on the love seat by himself, his clothes haven’t changed in two days and you’d be worried if it weren’t for the fact that he actually went to practice today.

“Just because you’re heartbroken, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on those of us who are happy.” Shay counters, still feeding you pizza but leans over to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. If there was one thing Shay couldn’t live without, it would be showing you affection publicly.

“Yeah man, they’re also pretty damn cute,” Dylan rolls his eyes, sneaking the last piece of pizza while Owen was distracted.

Shay smiles down at you, you return it happily. There’s a piece of cheese that falls down your chin and Shay wipes it away with a quick finger. The boys all gag as he sticks his finger in his mouth.

“So exactly why did you break up with her?” Owen inquires, pulling the attention back to the moping Ryder.

A huff leaves the blonde boy’s mouth as he turns over onto his back. Ryder runs a hand through his hair. “She may have said another dude’s name while we were,” he pauses, eyes darting over to you briefly. You know he’s trying to think of the most appropriate euphemism for your ears.

Shay, now pizza-less, quickly covers your ears and presses a kiss to your temple. He smiles proud of himself as the rest of the boys turn their attention back to Ryder.

“We were fucking, hard, bed moving the whole apartment kind of fucking,” he continues.

“Okay get to the point,” Shay rolls his eyes, trying to gently push his hand around your ears tighter. You can definitely still hear the younger Donovan brother but you humour your boyfriend, appreciating the fact that he wants to protect you.

“And she moaned out another dude's name.” Ryder sighs, pulling the throw pillow into his chest.

“So, you mean she moaned Jack Hughes while you were fucking her.” Owen laughs, the rest of the boys joining in on the teasing.

Ryder just goes red and pulls the pillow tighter to his body. His gaze finds the roof and he’s silent again.

Shay’s hands finally leave your ears, he pats your back and gestures for you to get up. You stand and he follows, squeezing your waist. He presses a kiss to your forehead and mutters something about needing the bathroom.

You plop back down in the bean bag chair and sigh before finally putting in your piece. “If it makes you feel better, Ry, Shay has also moaned the wrong thing during sex.”

The younger Donovan perks up from his spot on the loveseat and is immediately intrigued by your confession.

“There’s no way Shay said the wrong name, he’s way too fucking whipped for you,” Dylan comments, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Well, that’s because it wasn’t a name.” You smirk slyly, hands going to adjust the bean bag chair. All three remaining boys watch intently as you do so, hanging off your every word. “He cried out Chipotle as he came.”

Dylan and Ryder burst out into hysterical laughter. You pride yourself in being able to have cheered Ryder up a little from his bubble of misery. You join in their laughter, it was pretty freaking funny when it happened. And Shay had bought you chipotle afterwards (and made you cum six times but they didn’t need to know that).

Owen looks horrified and you feel the need to ask him if he’s okay when Shay returns.

“You said you were fighting over what to eat for dinner.” Owen shrieks, clearly scarred now knowing what you were truly up to.

Your eyes widen and your laughter increases. Dylan and Ryder lose it, to the point that Ryder actually falls off the couch.

Shay stands in the entryway of the living room, his jaw hanging open. “You told them?”

#kylie writes hockey #hockey imagine #kylies blurbs #shay donovan #Shay Donovan imagine #wisco hockey

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tomorrowxforever · 5 years ago

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Dom! Yeonjun A-Z

Fem! Reader

Contains: Cups of smut. Well, not direct smut so, more insanely suggestive.

Warning(s): NSFW!!, dom! Yeonjun, bully! Yeonjun, mentions : cum play, degradation, impact play, bondage, breeding, spit, voyeurism, sir! Yeonjun, sadism, humiliation, exhibitionism

Notes: This is.. oof. I’m sorry bibi😅 I’m actually pretty fuckin proud of this one. Please keep sending in requests, October is the only month I write full fledge smut and not just suggestive.

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

Yeonjun is the sweetest baby when it comes to aftercare. He can get super rough when y’all are going at it ( especially if he has to punish you ) and he knows it so he makes sure to treat you like the most precious, fragile princess during aftercare.

Need something to drink? He’ll get it. Hungry? He’ll make you a sandwich. Wanna take a bath but can’t get up cause legs = jello? He’ll carry you. He will literally do anything to make sure you��re comfortable and then snuggle you like there’s no tomorrow.

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

Yeonjun is an ass man all the way. Sorry, but that’s just the truth🤷. So his favorite body part on you is your ass. But he doesn’t discriminate. Big booty, lil booty. It’s all the same to him:)

Yeonjun strikes me as someone who is secretly self conscious so I don’t think he really has a favorite part of his own body. I mean, the only part of himself I can see him being fully confident in is his shlong, and even that’s after being together for awhile. So maybe that??

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

Junnie is into cum play so...

Yeah.

He will cum anywhere and absolutely love it.

On your face, he’ll pick it up with his fingers and make you suck it off. On your tummy, get ready for round two while he rubs it around on your skin. On your pussy, he’ll finger you with it. In your pussy, he could sit and watch it drip out of you for hours. In your mouth, you better show it to him on your tongue and either swallow it or kiss him.

And he cums quite a bit...

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

He really wants you to dom him. Just once. Cause he doesn’t know what it’s like and he’s curious. But he doesn’t know how to ask you cause he knows your his subby lil baby. And what if he ends up not liking it?

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

He’s definitely hooked up a couple times, so he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to please you. However, you are the first person he’s been able really explore all his interests with and his kink list has definitely expanded since he met you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Either missionary or doggy.

Yeonjun likes having complete control over you and everything you do. He also likes having you suffocatingly close while he ruins you.

It changes in the middle of a round a lot too. One second you’re on your back for him, the next he’s flipped you over and is pressing your face into the pillows.

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

He is goofy in a serious way.

Yeonjun is a bully dom, so he takes every chance he gets to make fun of you. Especially during sex.

He will tease you like there’s no tomorrow. He calls you all sorts of names and makes fun of the things you do and the way you sound, the like. He’s just straight mean.

But if you give him even the foreshadowing of the slightest lip, he’ll switch on a dime and be all jokes aside, serious Yeonjun.

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

He keeps himself pretty trimmed down there. Not fully shaved but not super wild. I feel likes he’s the only one who actually makes sure to keep up with the up keep.

And he definitely doesn’t expect anything from you.

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

He can be sickeningly romantic when he wants to. Rose petals, candles, slow sensual sex, the whole shibang. You cannot tell me that this boy isn’t at least a lil bit of a hopeless romantic.

And when y’all are going at it like usual he likes forcing you to look into his eyes, and he’s invading your personal space just a bit, so it’s pretty intimate.

But he can get pretty animalistic pretty fast.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He’ll only really wack off when he’s on tour, and even then he needs your help. Whether it be Skype sex, a phone call or just looking at pictures you sent him for time just as this one, he always has to either see or hear you is some way. Or he just can’t cum.

But other then that, he doesn’t really need to wank it🤷 He’s got you so why would he need to?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Buckle up kiddos-

Cum play

Degradation

Impact play (he will slap your face)

Bondage

Slight breeding kink

Spit kink

Sir kink

Voyeurism

Sadist

Humiliation kink

Almost exhibitionism

Or in other words, Yeonjun is one big kinky bully and we stan😊

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He’ll fuck you literaly any where. Of course, he’s not gonna start going at it in the middle of a family dinner or anything, but he’ll do it in the kitchen just a room away.

At the end of the day, he doesn’t care where or who’s around but ultimately he’s the only one who gets to see you like that.

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

He gets turned on by the simplest of things, if you blink at him in the wrong tone than he’s pulling you away to privacy.

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

He won’t do anything that will seriously hurt you. Sure, he’ll slap you around a bit and spank you, but he refuses to do anything that could have long lasting damage. For example, knife play.

He also isn’t 100% against sharing you with someone else, but he is hesitant as fuck.

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

He doesn’t have a preference. Junnie loves giving and receiving equally.

For the most part, you sucking him off is actually him fucking your mouth as punishment for mouthing off or something. And when he eats you out it’s as a reward. There are some exceptions but those are true for most circumstances.

And he is absolutely fantastic at oral. Like, he just may be the best you’ve ever had. Did you see him with the grapes?

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

Really he does both. As most things with Yeonjun, it depends.

He could be absolutely plowing into you one second, moving so fast and being so rough that you’re wondering if he’s even human. Then the next moment he’s grinding into you and being all soft and slow. Though slow usually comes with tons of teasing.

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

Oh, he’s all for it.

Sex is sex. And he knows how you have you crying and trembling within minutes.

Though he does prefer taking his time and torturing you, he doesn’t mind taking you quickly in a broom closet before a show or something.

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

Jun will try almost anything once. He’s very open minded when it comes to different kinks and if he sees potential in it, he’ll do it.

And if you haven’t noticed from the previous letters, he had no problem with fucking you in a public place.

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

He last so long I almost feel sorry for you. He’ll just hold his own orgasm while pounding into you and making you cum over and over again. Sometimes he holds out for so long you start to wonder if he’s actually enjoying it. But then he finally cums. Hard. And you’re like, oh.

He can also go like two or three rounds before he gets tired and needs a break. But they are both long, torturous rounds soo... good luck❤️

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

Did someone say toys? Hold up, let’s go through his toy box.

Vibrator, dildo, restraints (many different kinds), gags, blindfolds, whips, and a few paddles.

Yeah, he might have just a few🤷

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

I-

Once again, good luck.

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

He doesn’t really moan a bunch. Mostly it’s just grunts. Oh, and he growls. Like 🥵

But he talks a lot so you get to here him make sound in the few and far between instances where he isn’t yapping your ear off (in a good way).

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

He lets you get away with a lot more than the typical dom would let their sub get away with. It’s mostly because he knows he can be kinda rough and mean, but also cause he loves you so much that he can’t find it in himself to actually get annoyed or upset with you sometimes. Also, your absolutely adorable when your acting up and ‘get away with it’.

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

Let’s all say this together, big dick Yeonjun.

We all been knew. Like, c’mon. He radiates so much big dick energy I think we’d be pretty shook if he didn’t have a third leg situation going on.

So, imma say about six and a half, seven inches.

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

He goes through fazes of having the highest sex drive in town.

Like, for two or three weeks it seems like he can’t get enough of you. It’s almost every night that y’all are doin somethin. Or he’s playin Wack a Jun.

But the he’s back to normal and has the sex drive of any average dude.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He try’s to stay awake until you fall asleep. But baby is just so worn out🥺

Y’all start cuddling and he’s out like a light.

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softyoongiionly · 5 years ago

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NSFW A-Z List (Mama Mia! Jungkook)

***This contains smut, 18+ only please***

“Aqua told me you all had some questions for me so, I had my assistant fax me the prompt and, I’m really hoping she didn’t read it because, these are filthy ha. I hope you all enjoy yourselves.”

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

“It kind of depends on the situation but, if I just had sex, I’m in a good mood. If Y/N and I are in the bed, I make sure I change the sheets and, I make sure she’s cleaned up and, feeling good too. Sometimes we like to talk about it. A bit of pillow talk is always great. PILLOWW TALK! Do you guys remember that song by that one dude in one direction? Great song. It’s like he left one direction and, immediately needed to say the word fuck and sing about sex.”

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

“This is a weird question. I like my abs? I guess? I mean I spent like a million hours in the gym trying to tone up and stuff so, it’s definitely the only thing that stands out.”

“Y/N is the by far the most beautiful woman on the planet so, it’s a little hard to pin point one specific part of her I like the most. If I had to choose, I would say her eyes. Sometimes she looks at me and, I suddenly forget all three languages I speak. She takes my breath away. Literally, who is she looking at like that? Me? Does she value my life at all? Is she trying to kill me? Probably. I love her :-)”

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

“Cum...I don’t really know what I’m supposed to talk about in this section so, I’m just gonna say- yes?? Is that the right answer?”

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

“One time, when Y/N was away on business, I jerked off so much in one day, I sprained my hand. I guess that isn’t dirty but, it is embarrassing. I’d probably do it again though, I’m so spoiled that I forgot what’s its like to go without sex.”

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

“Yikes this question is a little hard for me to answer. Before meeting Y/N, I had a lot of different partners. After finding out my half-brother tried to steal my recipe, I got really down on myself. I felt really empty and, I spent a lot of time partying and, hooking up with random people. I don’t really know how many if I’m being honest. It was a lot though. After awhile I kind of snapped out of it and, realized I needed to deal with my issues head on so, after a bit of therapy, I was doing a lot better. Sexually, I’ve had a lot of experience but, intimacy? That’s a lot newer for me. And let me tell you my dudes, nothing is sexier than being with someone who truly loves and cares for you. I don’t make the rules.”

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

“Missionary. Listen, I know it’s a boring answer but, I’m a sucker for passion what can I say? I like watching her face and, seeing all the little expressions she makes, especially right when I first push inside of her. Also, it’s the best position for her to scratch up my back and, I really love when she does that.”

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

“I don’t really find a lot of things to laugh about during sex but, I’m sure it’s happened at some point. Sex is kind of a serious thing for me now but, I wouldn’t stay serious if something funny happened because, sometimes funny things do happen. When they do, we laugh but, then I’m right back in the moment again. Y/N and I mess around a lot in our daily lives so, I like to use sex as a way to show her how serious I am about her and, our relationship.”

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

“I got laser hair removal like 3 years ago. Yes, it’s possible to get it done in sensitive areas but, it’s crazy expensive. Or so I’ve heard, I’m not gonna lie to you, my idea of expensive and, other people’s idea of expensive are probably a little different. But yeah, I got it all lasered off so, it doesn’t really grow there anymore. I keep my face shaved too but, my arms and legs are free to grow all the hair they want.”

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

“With Y/N, I’m a little bit of a hopeless romantic, I can’t lie. I love all of that cheesy shit. Rose petals on the bed? Yes. Wine and chocolate on the shores of our private beach? At least twice a week. Leaving Y/N little post it notes all over our villa that contain all the things I love about her? Duh. I AM A SAP. I AM A MESS. I can’t help myself. My father collects first edition classic novels and, for Valentine’s Day, I had him send me the contact of his distributor so, I could buy Y/N the first edition of The Princess Bride. It’s one of her favorites. It was only $1,400 so, I definitely got a good deal. I also had a custom gown imported from France and, a prince-like outfit made for me. What do princes even wear? What is that called? Tights? I don’t know but, I looked like a goddamn Disney prince by the time I was done getting ready. I rented a different villa out for the weekend and, my interior designer decorated it like a medieval castle. We spent the weekend playing prince and princess and, it was probably one of the best weekends of my life. So to answer your question: Yes, I am romantic.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon):

“I only really touch myself when Y/N is away. Her and I have a pretty consistent sex life so, we have sex almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day. I don’t really have a need for it anymore and, it doesn’t feel nearly as good as sex with Y/N.”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks):

“I have a few. I’m really sensitive to smells so, if Y/N smells good, I can’t keep my hands off of her. She has this one perfume from Gucci that I love so much. I can get hard just from the smell; it’s kind of pathetic honestly. I love having sex outside too. It’s a good thing we have a private strip of the beach because, if we had neighbors nearby, they would hate us ha. I have a cashmere picnic blanket that we take down there a few times a week and, we always end up making love on it. Yes, I said making love. Get over it. Oh and, if Y/N says anything about my muscles or how strong I am? Instant turn on. I think I have a praise kink? Is that what it’s called? I love Y/N’s panties too. Lace, silk, cotton, clean or dirty; I don’t discriminate, just put them in my mouth. Lol, this is getting dirty…sorry Aqua.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do):

“I already kind of answered this but, sex on the beach or sex on our balcony are probably my top two.”

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

“I feel like I answered this one too because, I just talked about my kinks but, I would say my motivation is to get my girl off right? I get off easily. I have a beautiful woman all over me, saying dirty things in my ear… I mean, my orgasm is guaranteed. Y/N doesn’t take a long time to cum anymore because; I know how to please my woman but, I still want her to feel good. I want to see her let go and, let someone else take care of her for a change. She works so hard. I want to show her what a good woman she is. I want to show her how much I love her.”

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

“Threesomes, anal and, I’m pretty sure this is everyone’s answer but, bodily fluids belong in the toilet.”

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

“Yes.”

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

“Both. Sometimes I want to draw it out and, let her feel every inch of me but, sometimes I want to fuck so hard we are both sore the next day. It’s all amazing either way.”

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

“I love quickies. They are great in the afternoon when she and I have things to do but, we still want each other. They would get old after a while though so, we usually do both. It’s very rare that we just have a quickie and, nothing else but, sometimes it happens. Ever since we moved to Greece, we try to always make time for each other but, we both get busy from time to time.”

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

“I’m game to experiment a little bit but, Y/N and I have been together awhile. We’ve tried a few different things but, sex with her is so amazing, I don’t feel the need to experiment that much anymore.”

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

“I can last forever if I need to. Like I said, my orgasm is an easy thing to obtain with a woman like Y/N so, my focus is making sure she’s feeling it too. I can go for multiple rounds too, I mean it’s hard not to. Have you seen her? We have sex all night sometimes. I hope she finishes her conference call soon, I’m really starting to miss her…”

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

“Y/N owns a very tasteful collection of dildos made out of rose quartz and jade. I use them on her sometimes between rounds but, I don’t know how often she uses them beyond that. I don’t own any toys but, I do spend quite a bit of money on new lingerie for Y/N. She has an entire armoire for all of her outfits. Oh, we have gold handcuffs too. We take turns using them on each other.”

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

“Y/N has a really sensitive spot on her neck and, she’s really tender around her waist so, sometimes I come up beyond her and, brush my lips against her throat and, tickle her. She’s told me it turns her on immediately so, I like to play with her a little bit. We both tease each other a lot though, especially during phone meetings. One time, I was on a 4 way call with my investors and, she sucked my dick through the entire thing. I thought I was gonna have a heart attack but, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cum a little harder that time. Maybe that’s another kink of mine…”

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

“We live on a private piece of land so; we can be as loud as we want. I’m only loud when things are getting intense but, even still I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs. She isn’t crazy loud either but, I do try my hardest to get her to scream my name every now and again. Just for fun.”

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

“Y/N and I are in the process of buying an island in the Caribbean and, sometimes I get turned on when she talks about how much money we both have. I’m sorry, I know it’s a dick move but, it’s the truth. I donate millions to charity every year, I swear.”

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

“I’m like 7 inches I think? When I’m hard it’s probably like 8 or 9. I’m not sharing any more than that ha.”

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

“Pretty high. Unless I’m really sick or really busy.”

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

“If we’ve been going for multiple rounds, I’m pretty exhausted by the end of it but, I don’t just fall asleep. I don’t want to leave the bed afterwards though. I just want to cuddle with Y/N until we both pass out. If it’s during the day and, we’ve only gone once or twice, I’m not tired at all.”

“Aqua wanted me to dedicate this to @gldnrecs and, @bulletproofbirdy. She says you guys are the best and, apparently you have a sweet spot for me. So, I guess I’ll dedicate this to you too ha. I hope you liked it.”

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook #bts jungkook #mama mia!#A-Z: Mama Mia! Jungkook #smutcentralnet #bts scenarios #bts reactions

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twst-campos13 · 4 years ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪʟᴇsᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ɪs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ @raven-at-the-writing-desk . ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ!

In the still chilly morning of February, the sun shone bright and warm. He appeared with radiant waves of blinding them with his gleeful smile and white wings of wispy clouds. The sun appeared magnificently that the sensation of awe was more like a sucker-punch to the gut.

“Is it just me, or is this what it feels like when gods show you their divine form?” Ace grimaced, blocking his hand over his eyes to spare them from the merciless rays. Deuce muttered just beside him. “I think that’s just Hunt-senpai…” His eyes adjusted from the light and they widened in surprise at his senior’s get-up. “Wearing...really different clothes…”

“Bonjour, monsieurs!” The hunter greeted, ebullient. Rook stood proudly in front of the first years. His enthusiasm curved at the smiles of his eyes. If anything, it is quite overwhelming for the five of them. More so…

“Hunt-senpai,” Deuce timidly raised a finger for his attention, “if I may ask, er, what are you wearing?”

At the corner of his eye, he saw Epel’s lip twitch, probably fighting the urge to facepalm or laugh. Rook smiled wider at Deuce’s question and chuckled. “Oh, Monsieur Spades. I am wearing the clothes suited for this blessed day!” Rook spread out his arms to better show his get-up.

He was wearing a pristine white toga that billows like pillows of clouds by his knees. A thin, golden belt shimmered around his waist, shaping his muscular form properly in the toga. In place of his signature hat was a crown of small white blushing roses. His bag of quivers sits right at his shoulder, its quills shaped vaguely like hearts. To top it off, the straps around his shoulders held the quaint wings at his back. It was almost comical, really, that Jack’s tail thump against Epel’s back so that the boy would disguise his laugh as a cough.

The first years’ reactions vary and juxtaposes Rook’s exuberant smile. Ace seems like he is repressing some unwanted memories with his furrowed brows and pursed smile. Deuce appeared polite despite the obvious internal debate of telling Rook he looked ridiculous. Jack’s stoic expression and body language is just a front to keep Epel from bursting out in laughter. Sebek, meanwhile, is the most truthful out of them.

“I believe we were asked to carry out a task,” Sebek reminded, serious (and a bit confused) as the knight he is. “Is this truly the appropriate attire or are you making fun of us, Hunt-san?”

“Dude!” Ace exclaimed at his friend’s bluntness. Sebek gave him a side glance. He had not said anything particularly wrong, right?

Fortunately, Rook only laughed. “Non, non, Chevalier du Dragon! I am not making fun of all of you, not in this beautiful day.” Rook gestured from his wings down to the sandals of his feet. “Do you not recognize who I am imitating?”

Deuce considered answering but Rook did not wait for it. “It is Cupid, the messager de l’amour himself! The winged god of love!”

The first years exchanged glances with each other. The situation has been assessed and each of them came up with assumptions, conclusions, and solutions.

“On this special day, love is truly in the air! And in this school, it seems I am the only one interested in spreading its importance and sentiment!” Rook continues, a slight lament in his tone. He shook his head as if he is pecked by small flies of negativity then looked over the first years excitedly. “But no more shall the Chasseur d’amour do this honorable task alone!”

Rook was truly appreciative of their thoughtfulness upon volunteering. It was unsure if he was aware of Ace and Epel’s sour expressions, or Deuce’s hesitance, or even Jack and Sebek’s uncertain countenance. If Rook was aware of their worries, he only shone brighter in attempts to motivate them.

Ace finally spoke up after some deliberation. “Isn’t this a bummer for us, though?” he tried to excuse, a petulant sigh and a shake of his head. “Most of us are single and you want us to do some lovey-dovey delivery service for the couples around us?”

The smile on Rook’s face turned into a line and he shook his head. “Monsieur Hearts, that is not what Valentine’s day is simply for!”

“But it’s kind’f intended for that—isn’t it?” Epel quipped, playing with his fingers behind him as he thoughtfully looked at his feet, a curious wonder in his tone. “Valentine’s became a special day for couples. You get to show your significant other how special they are to you…and…” he paused, looking back at the eyes on him then jumped on his heels.

“A-At least that’s what I noticed was commonly happening!” Epel stuttered defensively. Though his friends were more attentive to the hunter exasperatedly sighing.

His exasperation did not translate to the smile that returned to his lips. Which was odd because considering under different circumstances, their seniors would definitely be annoyed. In Rook’s case, his eyes were rather fond. Determined, even.

“Monsieurs, what theme does Valentine’s day value?” Rook asked them. The first years exchanged glances with each other. “Love?” they answered in varying tones.

“And is love objectively romantic?”

They almost answered on the whim. The question made them think despite the obvious answer. “Well…I spend my Valentine’s with my mom,” Deuce sheepishly answered. There was a murmur of agreement from his friends with the similar story. This made Rook chuckle. “Precisely, Monsieur Spades!” He clapped the first year on the shoulder. Deuce nearly doubled over by the force.

“Love is not a constant state. It changes and adapts into magnificent forms—it is something to be nurtured so that when shared, others can see how beautiful it is,” Rook mused ardently with a twinkle in his eyes. “If you subject love to one thing—and one thing only—can you still consider it as love?”

The first years exchange looks once more. Rook somehow made sense, and regardless of their varying experiences about what love is, they could not help but agree with him. It transcended more than just an emotion—and Rook was aware of this.

With collective sighs they came to a mental agreement.

“It’s just for today, right?” Ace confirmed. “I am a man of my word. After this, we shall part ways.” Rook placed a solemn hand of promise near his heart. “Very well. We shall proceed as agreed,” Sebek declared with authority present in his tone.

Satisfied with their answers, Rook embraced them heartily. The way his arms was able to accommodate five of them was shocking.

“Merveilleux, monsieurs, merveilleux!” Rook laughed earnestly. “Now, without further ado…” he handed them an off-white suit box—where did that come from—which lid was pinned with a shimmering gold bow. Their names were written in calligraphy on each box.

Ace whistled at how fancy it was. Deuce and Epel were rather careful in holding it, the elegance intimidating them. “This will be our attire?” Sebek inquired, having already opened his box to check its contents.

The smile on Rook’s lips graced into a mischievous curl. “Wearing the appropriate attire for such occasion is imperative,” he chuckled. Rook then turned his heel, faux wings bouncing with his every step.

"Come now, monsieurs. The letters won't deliver themselves!"

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sero-sphere · 5 years ago

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Early Morning Tea PT 1

soo...i saw this picture on twitter and couldnt help to think Katsuki fucking Bakugou...so now we’re here.

well maybe not here, maybe we’re all on momos crazy expensive yacht with your classmates trying to figure out what bakugous really packing?

this is only pt 1 so word count is right around 1,600

(Baku x f reader) Warnings: seeing the pee-pee go ‘da-doing doing doing’ ... swearing cause its Bakubro...idk i never know what to put here. this parts pretty chill. ( happy birthday baku bb )

It was 6am, a little early for you, but you had woken up and couldn’t go back to bed. You had plans that you definitely didn’t want to over sleep for, so you made your way downstairs for a cup of tea. That was bound to wake you up. You exited the elevator and made your way to the kitchen, still groggy as ever. Sleep still laced heavily on your face, eyes barely even registering the figure in front of you. His voice broke you out of your early morning trance.

"Oi, What are you doing up?"

It was Bakugou, you could tell that much, his figure still blurry as you brought your hands up to rub at your eyes. As the fuzziness started to fade away, you were able to clearly see him....all of him. Your eyes immediately started to focus on the rather large bulge protruding from his grey sweatpants.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" He glared at you, then followed your eyes. He adjusted himself, which didn’t work out that well, because he just managed to grab your attention even more. There was no way you were actually seeing, what you were seeing.

"I'm sorry, I just woke up, I couldn't fucking see you... Why the hell would you come downstairs like that?!" you asked and pointed to his problem he was still trying to fix.

“I could ask you the same thing, dumbass."

You looked down at what you were wearing, a small grey tank top, and the shortest pair of sleep shorts you owned. Your hardened nipples clearly evident through the shirt. You crossed your arms over your chest for some modesty

"I need tea, I'm so tired." You managed to grumble out, despite your embarassment.

"Here I just made some, I'll go grab another cup." He handed you the mug he had in his hand and turned back towards the stove. An unusually strange move for the class grump.

"You're pretty nice in the morning, maybe I should start getting up a little bit earlier... I bet it’s because Kaminari hasn’t gotten a chance to annoy you yet."

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And you did just that, you're not going to lie, after that day you were left wondering if your sleep eyes had played tricks on you, or if his dick was really that big. You tried catching glimpses every chance you could. Bakugou was one step ahead of you though. He caught you checking him out, and made it a point to angle his body during workouts, and training sessions, so you purposely couldn't see anything. Not that he really didn’t want you looking, he just wanted to tease you. See how far you'd get before you'd crack.

Early morning tea turned into a daily routine. You stumbling down to the kitchen, to Bakugou already setting down some cups, one for you, and one for him. His temper really did seem better in the mornings. You decided you’d put that to the test.

"Hey, I know you don’t like to hang with everyone and shit, but the girls are all planning a little weekend thing… I heard Kirishima say he was going to go. You should come too…"

"Why the fuck would I do that?" You glanced over to Bakugou who was scowling at you. Not bad so far, his stares became less intimidating the more time you spent with him. You were able to tell when he really meant them or not.

You thought to yourself “so I can fucking see what's hiding in your pants THATS why” but there’s no way you could come right out and say that to him. A little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone right?

"Because you’re the only one not doing anything this weekend, and you'd be bored here all by yourself…" You took another sip of tea to occupy your mouth before it had the chance to say what you were really thinking.

"Tch. I'll think about it."

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“Oi shitty hair. What is this thing this weekend? “ Bakugou shouted as he burst into Kirishimas dorm room, interrupting his game of smash. Kirishima wasn’t even fazed at this point.

“Oh haha, what…. Who told you bro? Sorry I didn’t ask, just figured you'd say no. Are you coming?”

“What is it?”

“Oh well uhm, everyone’s sort of hanging out on Momos yacht...”

“She has a fucking yacht…..”

“Yeah dude! Come! It's going to be awesome. Just thought you wouldn’t want to be trapped in the middle of the ocean with everyone...”

Kirishima was right, Bakugou really didn’t want to be stuck out on the ocean with all those idiots. So clearly that's the exact reason why you wanted him to come. Perfect opportunity to check him out, while he’s distracted by everyone’s shenanigans, and by everyone that meant Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Jiro, Ochako, Momo, and obviously you. There was no shitty Deku ( he happened to be busy, along with Todoroki ) so at least he wouldn’t have to deal with them, if he ended up agreeing.

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It seems that agreeing might have been a bit of a mistake on Bakugous part. Momos yacht only had 5 bedrooms, two of which contained two twin sized beds, two of the other rooms had a full, (with an en-suite living room area that contained a couch) , and the last was a master bedroom, that had a deck to lead outside. Momo insisted everything be fair and had everyone do a few games of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get each room. Kirishima and Kaminari were to share one of the rooms with the double beds, while Momo and Jiro were sharing the other. Ochako, and Sero ended up getting the singles, and you were the lucky winner, claiming the master all to yourself. None of you really thought Bakugou would actually agree to coming, so you didn’t include him in any of this.

The room situation was long forgotten by the time the weekend rolled around, and none of you realized until you heard the explosive yelling that started not long after boarding.

“Oi! I'm not sleeping on the fucking couch this weekend! Do I look like some fucking extra to you?”

“Dude, I got the room fair and square...I get the bed. Why don’t you just ask Kaminari to switch with you and bunk up with Kirishima?” Sero replied calmly as he laid back with his hands behind his head, in the bed, that he indeed won.

“Have you heard how loud that fucker snores! I’m not doing that…. I’m not sharing with dunce face either, so you can forget it!”

“Dude you could always kick Y/N out of the master, and make her shack up with Uraraka.”

Bakugou just stood there silent…

“I mean unless you wanna shack up with Y/N instead…” Before Sero even had a chance to rethink that last sentence, his smug grin was being blasted off his face.

Bakugou was faced with the reality that those two suggestions were actually his only valid options. Well, it was either that, or the couch, and there was no way in hell Bakugou would sleep on the couch like some fucking extra.

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On the other end of the yacht, everything was going great for you at least. Despite all the yelling going on in the distance, you used your time to settle in and admire how lucky you really were. So far the weather forecast looked perfect, and all the food you’ve been served so far was amazing. You couldn't believe that Momo was this loaded. How you ended up with the extra master was truly a gift.

You were all given an itinerary, times and places to meet. Everything planned by Momo of course. You had exactly 1 hour to finish getting settled, and ready before dinner was set. You were just about to do your makeup, and change, when the bedroom door was just about thrown off it’s hinges.

"Oi, get your shit, and get the fuck out." Bakugou shouted and he threw his bags into the room and flopped down on the bed.

"Uhm, what….No your sharing with one of the boys...what are you doing….."

"I'm not sleeping on a couch." He shifted so his arms relaxed behind his head. How fucking cute. At least it would have been if he wasn’t trying to hi-jack your room.

"What the fuck Bakugou, I got this room fair and square! I’m not leaving!"

“Tough princess…either take the couch in round cheeks room, or go sleep with Sero for all I care.” He was hoping you wouldn’t do either, but he had an ego to protect.

“I'm not doing either Bakugou, this is my room fair and square! I didn’t ask you to come so you could ruin my time.” You plopped yourself on the bed beside him and gave him a death glare. You were willing to fight....if it came to that. You grabbed a pillow and smothered his face with it. You heard the faint sound of his quirk activating from underneath you, but you wouldn’t let up.

“You fucker! Get the fuck off!”

“No this is my bed! All my shits already unpacked!” Bakugou managed to flip you around so he was caging you in. He grabbed the pillow from your hands, and threw it to the floor. He leaned in close and whispered…

“You can always share with me…Princess…”

You heard a noise off to your right looked up to see Sero, standing there, looking at the two of you laughing. “Wow, fuck, when I told you to share with Y/N I was only joking….didn’t think this would happen so quickly…”

Bakugou abruptly shoved you off the bed, and onto the floor.

“Shut it tape face, before I fucking kill you.”

#katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #big pp energy

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who-ya-gonna-call-winchesters · 5 years ago

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Butting Heads- dean winchester x reader

Our first renaissance fic, that is to say it’s set way back before things got complicated. Pre season 4. Anyway, Y/n, Bobby’s niece, grew up with the boys, and now that Sam is back in the game she’s along for the ride. Problem is she has a habit of giving Dean a run for his money, but despite their constant bickering they both know that she’s the only thing holding Dean together. fluff, small angst

Word Count: 2,350

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Dean and you didn't have the greatest relationship as friends. You always argued and yelled about things related to hunts or things that had nothing to do with anything. But unknowingly, you both cherished each other's company. You had been there since they were kids, there when Sammy went off to college, there when John first disappeared. There for everything bad but the long, silent nights in the Impala were some of your best memories. The both of you singing along to classic rock, like complete dorks, were his best memories. It was times like those when you forgot about fighting. Times when you were both shit faced drunk and stumbling over one another, or when you both teased Sammy for being a gigantor nerd, or comforting each other in the darkness after a nightmare. You two were very similar, strong-willed, hard headed, shoot first ask questions later, stubborn hunters with daddy issues and mommy issues and every other kind of issue you could think of hidden behind a bottle of Jack Daniels and an I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude.

Sometimes you would realize that he was the only one who really understood what you were going through because he had been going through it too. As much as Dean didn’t like to admit it, he knew that too.

“You could have gotten all of us killed back there!”, Dean said gruffly, supporting a limping Sam with one arm and shouldering a duffel bag with the other.

“Me?” You fiddled with the hotel room key before finally getting it open, helping them both inside. “If you weren’t such a self sacrificing bone head, we wouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place!”

Dean lowered Sam gently onto one of the beds and slammed the duffel onto the other. “If you would just do as you’re told-”

“So I’m supposed to let you die because you think you can handle a whole werewolf on your own?”, you interrupted him, voice growing higher with anger.

“It was one werewolf! Sammy got hurt, you were supposed to get him back to the car. Not leave him there to bleed out and put not only him but yourself in danger doing something I could have easily done just to prove yourself!”

Sam groaned as he was brought into this, “Dean, relax. I wasn’t going to ‘bleed out’. You’re being ridiculous”, he said as you helped tend to his leg. He had a long gash down his thigh to his knee and probably more than a couple broken ribs. He’d definitely need stitches, which you started on as soon as you could get your hands on the med kit.

“You were gonna be werewolf lunch in a few seconds if I hadn’t stepped in when I did, or worse. And I don’t have to prove myself, Dean, I’m as good a hunter as you if not better any day. Just thank me for saving your life and get over yourself”, you said, pouring whiskey over Sam’s cut to disinfect it as best you could. He hissed in pain but stayed still enough to not tear the stitches you had just finished.

“I had it covered”, Dean scoffed.

“That’s why I had to gank the bastard instead of you”, you retorted, not even bothering to look up from bandaging Sammy.

“That’s why you almost got yourself killed! Sam could have been stitched up long before and we wouldn’t have to worry about him losing so much blood or risk getting an infection! If you’re such a better hunter than me then you’d know what's more important! Your partners’ lives or your ego! You say that you’re better but that’s why you almost botched the last couple hunts we’ve gone on! You say that you’re better but that’s why Bobby saddled us with you, because he knew you couldn’t take care of yourself and you’re too stubborn to stay put and help where you’re actually useful!”, Dean’s last words cut into you like a knife.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you’d be damned if you cried in front of him, so you stood up and turned your back to him, calmly packing the first aid supplies back into the kit. A deathly silence fell across the room. Sam was holding the last breath he drew in, his gaze flickering between you and Dean, waiting for you to blow up in the older brother’s face. But you didn’t. And that's when Dean realized the magnitude of his words.

“I didn’t mean that, Y/N”, he said softly, guilt flooding his body.

You said nothing and only finished what you were doing and shoved past him to go out the door. He turned to go after you, but Sam stopped him.

“Dude, I think you should just give her a little while to calm down after that”, Sam advised, “What the hell was that about? You know you were struggling with the werewolf.”

“I know, Sammy. But she could have gotten hurt”, Dean said, wiping his hand down his face in shame.

“And so could you, Dean. She saved both of us tonight, she’s not a damsel, she's a hunter. A damn good one at that. You owe her a big apology, huge actually.”

“I know.”

You didn’t go back for a few more hours. You spent most of your time walking the streets of the rinky dink town you were stopped in, trying to rationalize what happened. Maybe Dean was right, you could have seriously endangered all three of you. But he was struggling and you couldn’t imagine what you would do if you just stood by as he got hurt or killed or even bitten. You knew Dean didn’t mean what he said. He had a habit of saying things he didn’t mean when he was upset. It didn’t mean that his words didn’t hurt you though. It was well past dark when you realized you needed to go back, you had left your cell phone and that was stupid with the condition Sam was in. As you walked up to the hotel you saw Dean rush out, keys to the impala in hand. He looked pretty frantic until he saw you from across the parking lot. He stopped and dropped the keys, running over to you.

“Dean, I-”

He cut you off when he wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground a couple inches before setting you back down.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m an idiot. You’re so useful to us and you’re an amazing hunter and an amazing woman. I was just so worried about Sammy, and worried about what could have happened if you got hurt and I let my mouth get the best of me. I didn’t mean what I said. I owe you after killing that thing, I probably would have made a mess of everything if you hadn’t stepped in”, he rambled off, looking you in the eyes. You had never seen him looking so sincere and guilty before.

After a long pause, you sighed, “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I’m a grown ass man and I need to learn to think before I speak.”

“That may be so, but you’re also the most thick headed man I’ve ever met. I know you didn’t mean what you said. I accept your apology, we’re all under a lot of stress right now. But we’ve both said things we don’t mean to each other before, Dean. I don’t expect that to just go away. You’re not gonna go all soft on me after a spat that we’ll forget about in the morning. That’s not to say that next time you talk to me like that I won’t knock you on your ass”, you said, a small smile growing on your face.

Dean chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, “I’m surprised you didn’t this time, to be honest. But are you sure-”

“Dean, shut up. It’s fine. I don’t care anymore, I just want to take a shower and go to bed right now. No hard feelings”, you promised.

“Alright. I bought dinner earlier, left some in the microwave for you. Sam’s knocked out, I dosed him up with some pain killers. He should sleep through the night, so showers all yours. The bed too if you want it, I owe you.”

“Not a shot in the dark, Winchester. I didn’t let you take the bed the last time I chewed you out when it was my turn. The bed is yours fair and square, tonight.”

The three of you had a sacred system of who got one of the two beds in the room and who got the pullout. You hadn’t broken the streak yet, and you weren’t going to break it tonight just because Dean wanted to baby you all over an argument.

Dean grinned, “I was hoping you’d say that, my shoulder is killin me tonight and I hate those pull outs.”

Dean was out when his head hit the pillow, which was surprising, usually it took him at least twenty minutes to fall asleep. But after the hunt today, you could understand. You had trouble keeping yourself awake and twice you caught yourself nodding off, once while halfway through your cold burger that served as dinner and once more in the shower. When you finally laid down on the pull out couch, it didn’t take you long to fall into a deep sleep.

Although not as deep as you thought. You woke up to darkness and didn’t understand why. You were never the type to wake up in the middle of the night, unless something was wrong. But no one appeared to be in immediate danger when you sat up and listened carefully. Sam was snoring away as per usual but that was about it. You were about to lay back down and go back to sleep when you heard it. A whimper.

“Y/N”, a gruff voice called out in the dark.

“What do you want, Winchester?”, you answered.

But then he only called out for you again, louder this time, more panicky. You had heard that before. Dean was no stranger to nightmares, and Sam had become so used to them over the years that he didn’t wake up anymore.

“No...Y/N…”

You stood up and padded over to Dean’s bed, placing your hand on his shoulder to shake him gently awake. It didn’t seem to work though and his face contorted in distress more than it already had.

“Dean, I’m right here. Wake up”, you said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“You can’t leave me...please.”

You pressed your hand against his cheek comfortingly, “Dean!”

His hand shot up and wrapped around your wrist and his eyes shot open, he was breathing raggedly.

“Y/N? You… you were gone”, he said, sitting up abruptly, there were tears in his eyes. “After what I said to you, you left and you didn’t come back. I came to look for you and the werewolf it came back and you were just laying there.” He was leaving out the details but he didn’t have to say anymore for you to get the jist of the dream.

“Shhhh. It’s okay, I’m okay. I’m right here and I’m alive”, you cooed.

“But you were-”, you cut him off before he could say anymore.

“It was just a dream, Dean”, you moved his hand to rest on your chest, just above your heart. Normally, you would have shied away from any sort of touch like this with Dean, but that was during the daytime or in front of people. You knew when to put your differences aside and you knew what helped Dean during his times of need. “Feel that? Still beating. Everything is okay.”

Dean sighed in relief and wrapped you in his arms, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t handle losing you after what I said before.”

“I told you I forgive you. That stupid old brain of yours is just trying to make you feel bad.”

“Yeah. I guess”, Dean muttered. He held you for a few moments and you stayed in silence until, “Will you stay with me?”

You smiled, “Scoot over.”

You spent the rest of the night leaned up against the headboard of the bed, Dean’s head on your chest with your hands running gently through his hair to soothe him. When his breathing hadn’t evened out enough for your like you drew a short breath and began to sing softly like you knew Mary once had a long long time ago.

“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better.”

You felt him relax more under your touch and it was working, just like it always did.

“Remember to let her into your heart then you can start to make it better.”

By the second chorus he was sleeping soundly but you repeated the song twice more to be sure and never stopped playing with his hair.

Sam woke up at daybreak but he wasn’t in any condition to get on the open road yet and you still had one more night booked in the hotel. You shushed him when he spoke, gesturing at the still sleeping Dean in your arms.

“Bad dream?”, he whispered, having found you two in this position before.

You nodded as best you could without wanting to disturb the sleeping Winchester, his eyelashes fluttered against your collarbone and his arms were still wrapped around your waist tightly, he hadn’t moved in the night save for snuggling deeper into your chest in his sleep. You stayed up all night with him just in case he had another dream or if Sam woke up and needed more painkillers.

“Go back to sleep, Sammy. We’ll leave later. You need to rest in order to heal anyway.”

When both brothers were asleep again, you let yourself drift off.

Yeah, you and Dean butted heads more often than not, but you both knew how much you needed each other.

this is actually the preface to a fic i started writing more than 5 years ago so there’s a poorly written angsty part 2 to this is anyone is interested

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #fluff #supernatural fluff

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90s-belladonna · 6 years ago

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Just because I haven’t seen it around often with Izuku — may you please do a nsfw alphabet with Izuku Midoryia?

Okay this was actually so hard because legally deku is never ever allowed to have sex ever, sorry I don’t make the rules. His innocence shall be preserved forever.

NSFW Alphabet: Izuku Midoriya Edition

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he’d refuse to let you lift a single finger and would clean anything that needs to be cleaned up and give you an hour long back massage or draw your a bath if that’s what you want.

B = Body part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their fave body part belonging to their partner): he loves his cheeks, the way you squish them before giving him pecks, he goes crazy! he loves your chest area, laying on it specifically, he thinks you’re his own personal living pillow.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically): in the condom, sorry but this boy is way too shy to do anything else. He may be a pro hero but he has trouble voicing his “dirty thoughts”

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs): he would like to cum on your chest. He also lowkey wants you to call him senpai in the bedroom, but again he has trouble voicing these thoughts and never might unless you bring them up first.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): little to none. He’s too shy to talk to anyone who he may be interested in a romantic sense, much less sexual. So basically it’s up to you to tell him exactly what you like and how you like it done. He’s okay at it but he improves every time you two have sex.

F = Favourite Position (This is obvious): boy likes face sitting, or any position where you’re dominating him really.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous): he’s very endearing and will most likely be the one cracking jokes, he just loves making you smile.

H = Hair (Do they pull it and do they like having it pulled / How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes): he doesn’t really like pulling your hair too much, he prefers digging his nails into your skin, but he does like when you pull his. As for down there it’s usually tamed, like it doesn’t ever get too out of control.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment?): he’s the type of dude to ask “are you okay” the entire time. He’s also the type of guy who will whisper “I love you” right before he’s about to cum. He’s very gentle with his thrusts so don’t expect anything too crazy, but he’s also very calculated. Everything with him is very romantic and sweet, he tries to make you feel as if you two are the only two people on the planet who matter.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation):he’ll do it every once in a while but not out of need, more like just to figure out what he likes and what he doesn’t like and tell you about his discoveries once he sees you. He’s just a curious dude and his curiosity knows no limits.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): mommy/maternal kink, moe, & praising

L = Location (Favourite places to do the dance with no pants): believe it or not he’s a bit of a minx and likes having sex with you on top of the kitchen counter and on top of the dining table. For no reason specifically other than he thinks it’s sexy yet domestic.

M = Motivation (What turns them on): whenever you do anything caring or “motherly” for him, for some reason that gets him going. Anytime he sees you doing anything remotely kind all he wants to do is put his love into you.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): he will never ever hurt you, not ever. He also wouldn’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. He’s very big on consent and always asks you for permission to try new things.

O = Oral (Preference on giving or receiving, skill, ect.): he does enjoy receiving and definitely prefers it, but he likes giving it as well. He likes the way you moan his name whenever he goes down on you. He also loves exploring new techniques on your body and seeing how you’ll react to them.

P = Pace (obvi): he keeps it at a slow to medium pace, but again everything is super calculated, yet he somehow still manages to make every touch he lays on you be soft. This boy oozes love and affection.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often would they partake in one?): he’s not a fan of them because despite of how much you praise him, he still feels like he’s disappointing you with his lack of experience, so he believes quickies would disappoint you even more. If you really want to try it you’ll have to convince him, which may take a ton of effort. He’s a self conscious dude who can’t help but doubt himself, it’s just his nature so it’s up to you to reassure the little bean.

R = Risks (Are they open to experiment, do they take risks): he’s not really one to take risks, he tries to be as safe as possible in every sense of the word. Although if he does notice a particular risky action seems to allure you, he’ll give it a go for the sake of pleasing you, but again that’s just not who he is. He’s a “better safe than sorry” kinda guy.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last): he’s got stamina for days and could quite literally fuck you for a week straight(R.I.P. to all your holes fam)if that’s what you wanted. Typically if you’re both not too tired from work you’ll go about 4-6 rounds, and if you’re tired it’ll probably be 2-3. He’s made it his own silent mission to make you cum at least ten times within each round so like... yay for you(?)

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): again he’s not very experienced but he’s always open to trying them. His first encounter with sex toys was when you asked to peg him, which he agreed to and actually enjoyed. Ever since then you two have tried one new sex toy every three months, just to keep things interesting yet not overwhelmingly so. Although his personal favorite to use is a cock ring.

U = Unfair (Are they a tease, if so how much?): he’s a bit of a tease but nothing too crazy. Like he’ll nibble and kiss your body for the longest time ever, leaving you aroused for a while before giving you what you want but that’s about it. He’s definitely the type who can dish it out but can’t take it, so beware of that, he’ll whine like a brat if you try to tease him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he’s real loud, you’re the quieter one. His whimpers and moans will fill whatever room you’re in and only get louder the closer he comes to well... cumming.

W = Weird fact (Self explanatory): he’s a sub, no not a switch, a sub/bottom. He likes when you order him around while doing the dance with no pants, he loves when you tell him exactly what to do to please you.

X = X-Ray (Pretty obvi): he’s definitely on the thicker side which is a big plus but he’s also on the smaller side with 6.5 inches, and a solid 7 when hard. He’s not really self conscious about his size since he doesn’t even know there’s a stigma about size, but if he ever finds out all he’ll will break lose, so please don’t tell him... for his own sanity more than anything. probs the only uncircumcised guy in the bnha universe.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive? How often will they want sex?): while his stamina may be through the roof. the boy doesn’t really have a high sex drive. like you two will have sex maybe 3 times a month, especially with his busy schedule. Mainly make out sessions, finger action, and oral is what goes down with you two, rarely actual sex.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he’s got a lot of energy so he’ll stay up a couple hours after, probably doing paperwork and stuff or braiding your hair while you sleep so it doesn’t get tangled.

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yellsatyouinrogerwaters · 5 years ago

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Just What I Needed - Tommy Lee [part 1]

A/N: I'm sorry that I'm late on this. I'm too lazy and sAd.

L E N G T H: 1,766

W A R N I N G: Drug and alcohol mention

Pamela and I finally just broke up for good, but I loved her. Now, that we've gone our separate ways for good, I can do whatever the hell I want. I am quite sad about it, but it was for the best. I do regret all the bad things I've done to her, but I've changed to the better good.

I sat on the couch in my mansion, thinking to myself about what to do next. I grabbed the remote and look at what the T.V. has to offer. It was the same as every other day, you know? Stupid reality series, cartoons, fake news and the channels that focus on the personal lives of celebrities just a tad too much aka the drama channels. I rolled my eyes and stop pressing the arrow button the remote, setting it down on the cushion beside me. I concentrate on the captions and voices of the females that appeared on the screen.

"Mötley Crüe drummer, Tommy Lee and Canadian-American actress-model Pamela Anderson have broken. And this time it's for good," a brunette that looks to be in her mid-30s. I chuckle and sigh, looking at the photos the T.V. screen had displayed of Pamela and me.

"Finally, I couldn't bear hearing them break up and get back together again.'' They all laughed in agreement, "got that right," a blonde called out. I rolled my eyes and turned off the T.V., taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, thinking about what to do next. Suddenly, the phone rang, resulting in me grunting, I got up and ran my fingers through my hair as I walked to the phone. I took another deep breath and put the receiver to the side of my head, Hello?" I spoke in a somewhat annoyed tone,

"Yo, Tommy! It's Randy," I heard a male voice say cheerfully.

"What do you want, Randy?"

"Bro, I got this sick party planned for tonight. You gotta come!"

"For what?''

"There's gonna be some hot ass girls, loads Jack Daniel's and sooo much more, dude."

"Randy, no. I don't have the energy to do it," I

"Awww! C'mon T-Bone. I just gotta come. You know you wanna," he spoke in a smooth voice.

"Alright, fine. What time though?"

"My place, 10 pm, sharp. See ya there!" I placed the receiver back in its place and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm most definitely gonna fucking regret this later."

I yawned, walking back to the couch and plopping down on it chest-first. I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and index finger and laid my head on a pillow, falling asleep in the dead silence of the house.

I woke up to the phone ringing. Who the hell would be calling at this time?

I got up and stretched, walking back to the phone. I placed the receiver beside my head, "Hello?" I heard loud club music playing and then realized exactly who it was.

"Yo, Tommy! Where you at, man?!" He shouted, causing me to pull the speaker away from my ear in disgust. I slowly put the receiver near my ear again.

"Tommy, you were supposed to be there an hour and a half ago! You still coming?

"Yeah yeah. Just give 30 minutes and I'll be there

"You better!"

I put the receiver back its place and sigh. This party better be worth it.

I popped into the shower and shower quickly but making sure I got every inch of my body. I hopped out and wrapped my towel around my waist, walking up to my bedroom as the silence of the home soothing some of my worries. I walked into my room and opened the closet, shuffling through and picking out clothes, settling on a somewhat baggy sleeveless shirt with skinny jeans and Chuck Taylors; nothing fancy. I slipped on the clothes and walked to the full-length mirror and looked at my outfit then my face, I cringed at how my hair looked. Walking back to the bathroom, I grabbed a comb and combed my soft dark hair to an appropriate hairstyle for a party, picking and moving fragments of hair around. I shrugged, walked out of the room and turned off its lights. As I made my way to the main entrance of my home, I turned off the lights that belonged to every room. As I made it to the door, I grabbed my house and car keys from the key holder on the wall, hearing the keys jingle against themselves, both being linked with a metal key ring. I turned the thumb turn the deadbolt that's on the door and pushed down the slick door handle. Pulling the door towards me, I slipped through and locked the door by placing the house key inside the lock and turning it. I walked to my somewhat luxurious car and got in, I inserted the key into the ignition and chuckled when the engine purred. I backed up the car and got within a light strip of road that leads to the main road, I followed it and slid right into some light traffic. Randy's home wasn't far from mine and I knew that I could make it before the time limit I had told him on the phone. I pressed my foot deeper into the gas pedal and focused on the road as the radio played Just What I Needed by The Cars.

I slowed down eventually, looking from side to side in case of anything bad happening, as I did noticed a building that had beams of colorful light shooting out of it. I shook my head and turned the steering wheel to position the car to enter another narrow strip of road that leads somewhere. Once I parked my car on the circular drive-thru of the home, I walked inside and saw the lifestyle I was known for; the girls, the alcohol, the drugs, but mostly the heavy music I still love. I smiled from the nostalgia and smiled through the living room.

"T-Bone!!!, ya made it, man! I knew you would!" I saw Randy come up to me and snake his arm around my shoulder as he laughed in joy, I laughed with him.

"Randy, this looks just like a party I had back in '86," I smiled as I continued, "All the girls, drugs, and drinks. I'm walking down memory lane!" my smile widen when I looked around. We later on banged our heads to the music, not having a care in the world.

"Yo, T-Tommy, look.." Randy hastily patted my chest, I looked over at him and saw that he had his arm, pointing at something or someone.

I looked at where his finger was pointing to and my jaw dropped beyond the floor. He was pointing at a woman who had been laughing with who you might assume as her friends.

"She's definitely your type, bro," Randy laughed, passing me a glass of beer. I took a sip and scanned some woman Randy had pointed at, focusing on her features and movements. Abruptly, we had eye contact for a quick second. I ran my hand through my hair as I bit my lip.

''Yo, Randy. I'm gonna go talk to her,''

''Go get her, T-Bone!,'' Randy encouraged me, I nodded and took another sip of my beer as I headed over to the pretty woman.

"Hey," she turned and began to focus her attention on me.

"Oh, hello."

"You looked interesting.''

"Oh, thank you!" she smiled a beautiful smile, I grin when she did.

''No problem, What's your name?"

"[y/n]. What's yours?"

"I'm Tommy,"

''What a nice name," she said with a nod.

"Haha.. Thanks," I felt my cheeks heat up for a moment.

"So, Tommy. What's brings you here tonight?"

"Just hanging out with friends," I laughed slightly as I looked down at my feet for a moment. "How about you,[y/n]?"

"It's actually my birthday and my friends and I decided to celebrate by partying."

"Happy birthday!" I smiled at her and she giggled. My god is she the cutest.

"Thank you, Tommy!"

Me and [y/n] continued to talk throughout the whole party. Time flew by like a breeze. We got to know each other more and more, she was so cool and we had a lot in common. Randy was right, she is my type.

"Well, Tommy, I gotta get going. It was so cool talking to you, "she smiled her beautiful smile and patted my shoulder. I smiled at her as she looked into my eyes.

"Can you give me your arm?" She asked. I nodded and extended my arm out in front of her.

"Here, give me a call whenever you, okay?" She giggled

"How about tomorrow?

"Sure! Talk to you later, Tommy!" She waved goodbye and walked off with her friends.

The house had now become empty. I walked back to Randy "Nice tattoo, T-Bone," I looked down at my arm and smile, "She and I just became good friends, in a matter of minutes. She's so pretty and smart. We have sooo much in common" I rambled to him as I laid on the couch and looked up at the ceiling.

"Dude, I think you just fell for her," he commented

"I did not!" In a flash, I sat up and looked at him.

"You sure? 'Cause you've been talking about her for the last 10 minutes."

"Okay, so... There's just so much to talk about when it comes to her."

I got up and help Randy clean up the trash the guests had leftover.

After we cleaned everything up and put everything back in its place, we hugged and wished each other a good day. I left his home and got back into my car, I yawned when I turned on the ignition. I left the premises and went back home, my eyes swelled with tears throughout the whole drive home. I entered back into the strip of road and parked my car in the driveway. I got out of the car and went up to the doorstep, pulling out my keys and picking the one belonged. I pushed the key inside and turned it, the door opening. I entered, closed the door, locked it, and sighed, I settled the house and car keys on the key holder. I walked to my bedroom, took off my shoes and stripped. After taking off every piece of clothing I had on me, I sank my head on my soft pillows and closed my eyes. As my slumber deepened, I saw her.

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gaycrouton · 5 years ago

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I love your writing! Any chance will do more of Mulder sex therapist?

HELL YEAH MY DUDE!! I’ve been saving this ask for so long, but here we go!! I will update this story every time there is a new season of Sex Education. So lets all hope I have a chance to write more! As always, thank you to @admiralty-xfd for the beta!

Here’s the link to chapter one

For the first time in seven years, Dana Scully had no idea where her vibrator was. The pink, compact friend that had been tucked in an easy-to-reach location at all times, all over the U.S, was missing.

And she didn’t care.

She was certain her little buddy had gotten lost sometime during her initial ‘therapy session’ with Mulder two weeks ago, but she didn’t have the slightest urge to find it. Mulder offered to look for it, but she told him it didn’t matter anymore.

“I hope you don’t think you need to stop masturbating on my account,” he’d reassured. “In fact I encourage it.”

But it wasn’t that. She’d spent years coming with that toy. Scully remembered vividly all the fantasies she’d enacted using it, pretending it was Mulder’s hand touching her, nuzzling into the pillows around her as if the firmness against her back or underneath her pelvis was actually Mulder’s body, desperate to push into her own. She still loved her vibrator, but she had years of human-induced orgasms to catch up on.

She had an inkling Mulder felt the same because she’d never come so much in her entire life as she did with him. His fingers, his palms, his mouth, his cock, even that one time with his knee. She was surprised she could even walk right anymore. She’d never had a lover so in-tune with her body, so responsive to her needs; you’d think they were his own.

Scully just wished he’d let her reciprocate in kind.

Mulder was satisfied, of that she had no doubt. She’d never seen him as happy or carefree as he was nowadays. But for every instance of him going above and beyond to pleasure her, she was met with a ‘that’s okay’ or ‘wait, I want to try something with you’. Sometimes he’d relent if she told him how much she wanted to focus on him for a moment, but she could see behind his haze of pleasure that he was focusing on whether or not she was comfortable and when he’d be able to return to lavishing her. Her body appreciated it, but there was so much she wanted to do to him. So much he deserved to have done to him.

She didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to just enjoy himself without worrying about her. Well, it was kind of in character for Mulder. Maybe she was reading it wrong, but that’s how it felt. Did he think she was going to leave him? Or that this was conditional based on their first time having revolved around her issues? It made her uncomfortable to think that he was worried she’d up and leave if he wasn’t doing enough.

Maybe it was his hyperfixation. She’d seen it in play many times, and it usually held this much intensity. Was her pleasure his newest fascination? Probably. Maybe he was just always like this with other lovers. But why?

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch, pulling her out of her mental contemplations.

Lately they were usually at one of their apartments or the other. They were a bit like teenagers when it came to their excitement at their newfound intimacy. Sneaking around, stealing kisses, part of her wanted to roll her eyes at the juvenility of it all, but she was enjoying it far too much.

One of her favorite recent developments was the game they’d play. Pretending all day like they weren’t going to go home together until one of them caved and asked. Asking was a role usually taken on by Mulder, as he found a lot of enjoyment in finding new ways to ask her. Asking her to come over through a crossword puzzle he’d made was a little silly, but it was cute nonetheless.

Tonight they were at his place, and she’d spent the whole time mentally formulating a way to bring up the question of ‘why won’t you accept my love as easily as you give me yours?’ She didn’t want to scare him; Mulder had the tendency to be as unnecessarily self-deprecating as possible and she didn’t want to give him any reason to go down that rabbit hole.

She turned to him, the Shiner bottle in her hands clammy with neglect. “I was just thinking of our first time,” she replied.

A familiar thousand-watt smile beamed at her as he waggled his eyebrows. “Oh?” he prompted.

“Mhm,” she nodded, slipping a leg underneath herself as she turned to face him on the couch. “I still can’t believe I didn’t know you were an underground sex therapist for so many years,” she mused.

“I’m a man of many secrets,” he joked.

“You tell me everything,” she retorted.

He nodded in agreement. “That’s true. In my defense, you accidentally found one of Frohike’s porn tapes in the office in your third month of working with me. I didn’t want you to think I was a total pervert.”

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly and teased, “Does Frohike know he has a stash of sex tapes and nudie mags in your office and your home?”

He gasped lightly in mock-offense and replied, “Scully, you snooped?”

“Looking for towels in your hallway closet was not snooping. It was an awful hiding place, Mulder.”

“That’s fair,” he conceded with a smile. “Does it bother you?”

“No, me being mad at your tapes would be-” she started.

“No. I mean, that I didn’t tell you,” he interrupted.

She shook her head immediately. “Not at all. I just think it’s interesting. I’d never talked that candidly about my sexual history as I had then,” she answered.

He smiled, inevitably remembering all of the embarrassing things she’d confessed. “Did you find it helpful at all?” he asked, grabbing the remote and turning the TV down a bit so there could be more focus on the conversation.

“What do you think?” she laughed, looking at him playfully. He smiled back at her bashfully, and she made her move. “Have you ever done it?”

“Done what?” he asked, unsure of her meaning.

“You were the sex therapist, but have you ever talked as openly about yourself as your ‘patients’ have?” she clarified.

He looked down at his pants shyly and she knew her answer before he even spoke. “Uh, not really. I never really had anything substantial to say,” he shrugged.

“I doubt that, Mulder,” she chastised. He shrugged again as if to dismiss the topic, but she wasn’t done. “I want to hear your answers.”

“To what questions?” he prompted.

“Well, like the ones you asked me,” she answered.

“But, Scully,” he started lowly, leaning into her as if confessing something. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m very sexually happy as of late. I don’t need therapy.”

She grinned at his words, but pressed again. “But I want to know more about that aspect of yourself, Mulder. You got to hear about me defiling my childhood teddy bear for the sake of getting off. It’s only fair,” she replied.

He nodded thoughtfully at that and leaned back comfortably against the couch cushion. “So you want to be the doctor today, Dr. Scully?” he asked with a playfully sensual emphasis on her title.

“I do,” she nodded, excited he was taking her up on this.

“So, what would you like to know?” he prompted, turning to face her.

She thought for a moment, trying to think of the phrasing of the first question he’d asked her when the situation was reversed. “Describe your first orgasm, in as much detail as you can.”

“It was similar to yours, actually,” he began. “A sensation I didn’t understand, but was curious about. As I’m sure you know, Doctor Scully, when I was really young I had some dry orgasms because my body wasn’t mature enough. It was never really ‘masturbation’ though. It was just me rubbing myself all around my bed until I shivered.”

“Shivered?” she chuckled.

He laughed with her and nodded his head. “Yeah, I had no idea. Then a few years later I decided to try and jack off. I knew the basic concept, but I’d never executed it myself.”

“What did you masturbate to?” she asked. “I’m presuming you didn’t have your tapes back then?”

“Don’t laugh,” he warned.

“No promises.”

“Mrs. Brady,” he admitted sheepishly.

Her mouth dropped open in amused shock, bust she kept in the laugh that threatened to escape. “Really? I took you as more of a Farrah Fawcett red swimsuit poster type of guy.”

“Well, that was definitely a heavy feature of my masturbation sessions in my later years, but my first love was Mrs. Brady,” he laughed.

“Was it the Hawaii episode?” she asked.

“It was that episode where the kids tried to scare Alice after having a battle between themselves, but the subplot was Mrs. Brady making a bust of Mr. Brady’s head out of clay to submit for an art competition,” he explained.

“I didn’t know you were such a fan of the arts,” she deadpanned.

“Ha. Ha. I don’t know what it was. Hell, she was in a green smock for most of the episode, but there was something so loving about her. One minute I was watching it, the next my extremely attractive 70s neon short-shorts were tented up to my belly button,” he shrugged.

She made a mental note to ask him for embarrassing photos of those shorts, but in the meantime, “Then what?”

He shifted in his seat and looked chagrined at the idea of finishing the story. “I went to my room and did the deed.”

“No, no. Mulder. Details. What aren’t you telling me?” she asked with a smile.

“It’s so embarrassing,” he laughed. She took pity on him, remembering a similar situation where he’d extended her that kindness. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer. I don’t want to make you feel bad if it’s-”

But much to the relief of her curiosity, he shook his head with a meek smile. “No, it’s okay. Just bear in mind that I was young with no brothers or friends to give me advice. I was clueless.”

“No judgement here,” she stated honestly.

“So I went into my room, locked the doors, laid in my bed, and took it out,” he stated, almost becoming entranced by the scene he was setting up. “I just played with it with my fingers and my palm, moving the skin up and down. I could tell something was different because it was wetter than usual.”

“Precum?” she asked.

“Precum,” he confirmed. “It also felt like it had a heartbeat, which was really freaky to me.” He licked his lips and took in a deep breath and she had a feeling the embarrassing part was coming up. Then, from out of the blue, he asked, “Do you know what edging is?”

“Almost bringing yourself to orgasm but stopping right before so you can cool down and build yourself back up. Some say it creates a more intense orgasm while prolonging foreplay,” she answered.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “I didn’t know that’s what I was doing, and I didn’t really even mean to be doing it. I just didn’t understand what was coming with the orgasm. No pun intended.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was my first real time. The only thing I could compare the sensation to was having to pee. Every time I was about to come, I thought I was going to piss myself. So for a good hour I was just edging,” he laughed awkwardly.

“Holy shit,” she balked. “As a kid?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn. Why didn’t you go to the bathroom?”

He pursed his lips a little bit before nodding slowly. “Well… I did. But the reason I didn’t was because the only bathroom was connected to my parents’ room.”

“Oh no…” she cringed.

“So I all but ran in, locked both bathroom doors, and went to the toilet, where luckily a Diner’s Club Magazine was there with a nice looking woman on the cover,” he laughed. “So I ran the water and resumed touching myself and within a few pumps of allowing myself to release, I came.”

“That wasn’t embarrassing, Mulder. We’ve all masturbated to things we’re not proud of,” she reassured, squeezing his hand. She saw his face cringe and she knew there was more. “What?”

“I didn’t know about the ejaculation portion of an orgasm since all of mine had been dry. It was a lot, and I was so scared by the come and the power of my orgasm that I thought I was dying and I just screamed. Not words like you, just an ugly, guttural scream,” he admitted. “My dad burst down the door before I had a chance to even realize I was still on this mortal coil.”

Scully’s face turned into a mask of sympathetic horror. “I’m so sorry.”

“What made it worse was that the page of the magazine had turned so I came all over a McDonald’s ad,” he admitted honestly, but not able to hold in his laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Not Ronald!” she gasped in mock offense.

“Ronald, The Hamburglar, Grimace, all of them,” he laughed. “My mom never let us eat there again.”

“Is that why you always take us to Wendy’s?” she asked.

He nodded in embarrassment. “I still have shame everytime I see those golden arches.”

This was absolutely not the avenue she thought they’d be exploring when she started this, and while this was a new realization that did inform her on her partner’s eccentricities, she still wanted to get back to her main goal. But she wasn’t really sure how to bounce back from such a story. “Did you masturbate after that? You know, after you realized the Diner’s Club hadn’t killed you?”

“No, Scully. I abstained. I have never touched my penis in two decades. The porn tapes and nudie mags are for decoration,” he deadpanned.

She threw back her head and started laughing and by the time she regrouped she saw him staring at her with mirth in his eyes and a wide smile tugging his lips upwards. “I’m sorry, dumb question. So your shame didn’t keep you from it?”

“No,” he shook his head, still smiling. “I just made sure it was when they weren’t home and learned to suppress my sounds when they were.”

“When did you achieve orgasm by someone else?” she asked before seeing his smirk and adding, “What?”

“Are you copying all of the questions I asked you?”

“I am,” she nodded playfully, bringing her other leg up onto the couch so she was sitting cross-legged across him.

“Um…” he contemplated, thinking back. “A school dance when I was fifteen,” he nodded. “A ball would probably be the more accurate word.”

“You came at a ball?” she asked in shock.

He laughed and waved his hand to dismiss her. “No, the night of the ball. It was a county wide thing. One of those pretentious things to make sure our parent’s children had manners and what not. I went alone, but a girl from a Catholic high school started making moves on me.”

Scully always forgot that Mulder came from money. He never acted like it. His upbringing only ever came out through the polite, chivalrous gestures he’d direct her way. “She kept dancing too close to me. I guess she hadn’t heard to save room for Jesus,” he joked. “I ended up getting a boner and she told me she could help. She took me to some abandoned room and gave me a handjob.”

“The snake handler,” she teased, remembering an offhand joke he’d made a few cases ago.

He nodded his head in affirmation. “Yep. I’d kissed a few girls before that, but my reputation of being the weird kid with the missing sister usually got the better of me and they’d leave before anything happened. That was my first time having a girl touch me like that and I came really fast.”

She frowned at the reminder that his ‘Spooky’ status had been a constant in his life. She couldn’t imagine how hard that type of ridicule would be for a boy who was recently traumatized during one of the most sensitive stages of life. “Did you see her after that?” she asked.

“Uh, no. I didn’t really know how to please a woman, so reciprocity didn’t even dawn on me. I just… I told her thank you and gave her a hug,” he admitted with chagrin.

“Awwh,” Scully beamed. It was embarrassing, but equally endearing.

“Well, she wasn’t thrilled I didn’t return the favor, but she was even more mad that I accidentally came on her dress. She punched me in the face,” he chuckled lightly.

“Oh,” Scully chirped.

“Yeah.”

There was a lull in the conversation before she thought of something to move on with. “Did anything else happen before you became a sex expert at Oxford? Or was that where you flourished?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call myself a sex expert or say that I flourished per-se, but thank you. But in high school, I only had two other noteworthy experiences. One was another girl from the Catholic school who gave me my first blow job. I accidentally thrust my hips weird and she almost threw up. I felt really bad and she was really mad,” he explained.

Scully had no actual therapist experience, but it was obvious to her that his experiences with girls and getting pleasure in his formative years were marred with shame and guilt. Was that why he wasn’t concerned with handjobs, blowjobs, or any real attention to his body? It evoked the same reaction as whenever he apparently drove past a McDonalds? “What was the other noteworthy one?”

“A girl who lived down the street from me, Millie. Our families were friends and she knew me before Samantha was taken. She was a few years older than me, but one summer day when I was seventeen and she was twenty, she invited me to come to her place for a drink. Her parents were out of town and one thing led to another, but we had sex,” he told her, for the first time this evening he seemed to recall this encounter with a small smile on his face.

“Was it good?” she asked, eager for him to share a happy memory.

“Well, the very first time wasn’t. Millie had far more experience than I did, and I naturally didn’t last very long. She just… she said I had a lot of potential. She was honest and said I was average, but it was out of ignorance not out of lack of trying,” he stated, leaning forward to grab another beer out of their six pack.

“Not out of lack of trying?” she repeated.

“I was so scared from the other times that I wanted to to be good for her. But I was just honestly grabbing her chest blindly with no regard to anything, and I just-” he broke off to laugh for a moment before adding, “I wasn’t focusing on the right places at all. I was just kind of groping around and hoping for the best,” he admitted.

She was about to ask him another question before he continued, “Millie told me to meet her at her place at the same time every week. So of course I did, and each week she’d teach me another thing to do. How to eat a woman out, how to find the g-spot, how to fondle breasts, all of it. I learned so much that summer, and it was her lessons I took with me to Oxford. The few girls I was with afterward seemed to reap the benefits of her guidance.”

“Still are,” she joked in earnest.

He smiled at her and took a swig of his beer. Mulder really was the best lover she’d ever had. He made her feel things she’d never even felt before. Thanks, Millie. “Do you miss her?” she asked.

“No, I sometimes run into her when I go back home, but we were polar opposites. She’s married to a woman now and I think they intend to move,” he replied.

“Hmm,” she nodded peacefully.

“So,” he prompted, sitting up with a teasing smile. “What’s my prognosis, Doc?”

“My slightly biased, unbiased opinion?” she asked, waiting for him to agree. “I think your primary focus in sex is always your partner. Which from first hand experience is phenomenal, but I think it comes at the sake of your own enjoyment,” she answered.

“You think I don’t enjoy myself?” he asked, the prior trace of humor in his voice being replaced by concern as his brow furrowed.

She rolled her eyes and rubbed her foot against his leg in a gesture of reassurance. “I know you enjoy yourself, but I don’t think you ever let your own pleasure take centerfield.”

“Keep spouting baseball references and you can see my pleasure in play in no time,” he joked.

“Deflect with jokes all you want, but you know I’m right,” she replied, leaning forward and taking the beer from his hands and taking a swig.

“I’m not sure I understand your point?” he admitted.

Deciding to forego all pretenses of tact, she blurted, “You never let me reciprocate.”

“Wh-yes I do,” he stammered, surprised.

“No, you are always so focused on me that you put yourself second,” she stated firmly.

“But I’m happy, I don’t need anything else but to know you’re enjoying yourself,” he murmured, placing his hand on her calf and rubbing it smoothly.

“Every man enjoys attention, Mulder. I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” she revealed, her tone coming out a bit more seriously than she’d meant.

He leaned over as best as he could so he could place a loving kiss to her lips. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, enjoying the newness of their open intimacy. After a beat, he pulled back and whispered, “Scully, I don’t even have words to describe the way you make me feel.”

She smiled and felt her face flush under his direct attention. She had no doubt he meant every word he said, but she still felt like nothing was changing. “What if pleasing you is something that turns me on?” she posed.

“Then I suspect that you must be in a constant state of arousal,” he replied.

She let a little huff of laughter exhale through her nose before leaning forward and pressing another kiss to his lips. He was about to reach his hand around her head before she leaned back, staying close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips. “I want to make love to you,” she whispered.

“I’m all yours,” he replied, leaning in again only to be stopped by her hand on his chest.

“I want you to let me have all the control. Let me be in charge,” she requested.

He stood up slowly, taking caution to avoid knocking her off the couch. He offered her his hand and pulled her to her feet. “I suppose the laws of physics won’t let you carry me to the bedroom?” he joked with feigned disappointment.

She walked past him, making her way down his hallway to his room. “I have other ways of getting you there,” she teased, whipping her sweater off over her head and tossing it to the ground to reveal her completely bare back to him.

She stepped out of her pants and over the threshold of his room simultaneously, and was pleased when she heard him walk up behind her. Though, as soon as she heard the now-familiar sound of his belt being undone, she spun around and grabbed his hands.

Mulder paused his motions and looked down at her with a cocked eyebrow. She leaned up on her toes to press an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, throwing her arms around his neck so that her underwear clad body was pressed completely flush to his bare chest. She felt her nipples strain against his coarse chest hair. He extracted his hands from in between them and placed his palms on her bare back, pressing her to him while his hands roamed her skin.

She smiled into the kiss when she felt his erection twitch against her belly. Leaning back, she watched as his eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy from lust and anticipation. Easing herself back onto her heels, she grabbed his belt and started unbucking it. “I want to do this,” she whispered.

He kept his hands on her while she worked, moving them to her shoulders, then down her biceps. She struggled a bit getting the belt out of the loops, partially glad Mulder’s hands kept her from stumbling back, but he let her do it all by herself. She tossed the belt to the ground carelessly and returned her attention to his fly. She unbuttoned him and pulled down the zipper, feeling a surge of arousal in her core as she felt the heat of him radiating through the fabric of his boxers.

She hooked her fingers under both waistbands and dragged them down swifty, staying at his feet for an extra moment to help him step out of his socks. When she stood back up, she was met with a smile and Mulder’s hands going straight for the elastic of her underwear. “Wait,” she demanded, grabbing his hands.

Scully felt his hands start to pull away instinctively at the word, a look of worry passing his face as she held his fingers. She looked up at him with a confident smile and stated, “It’s my turn. I want you to just lay back and let me do everything.” She gestured to the bed as she said this, and was glad when he finally took the direction. With a few brief strides, he threw himself on the bed and laid in the middle on his back.

“This is how I like my Mulder,” she mused with a pleased grin, taking in the sight of him under the dull yellow glow of his lamp.

He smiled at her praise and squirmed restlessly on the bed. She walked over to the end of the bed, so that she was standing in between his legs and patted the edge. “Come sit here,” she demanded.

Mulder followed her instructions, scooting himself so his legs were hanging over the edge with her in between them. He absentmindedly raised a hand to her hip and ran his thumb over the skin. She knew she wasn’t being firm in the rules of her own game, but she let him touch her a bit more like that before easing herself to her knees. The hardwood underneath the carpet creaked under her weight as she adjusted herself so that her elbows were on either leg and her breasts were on display.

She grabbed his swollen erection in her hands and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Mulder. This was one of the first times she’d been able to examine his cock so closely, and while the word struck her as odd for the situation, she couldn’t help but think it was beautiful. He was big, above average by a couple inches, and he had the slightest curve that always felt amazing inside of her.

She pumped her hand up and down slowly, watching his skin stretch slightly as she did it. He thrust into her hand lightly in reflex and quickly muttered a soft, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re so sexy, Mulder,” she replied, looking up at him only to see he was staring down at her with full rapture.

Scully smiled at him sweetly before turning her attention back to the matter at hand. She licked her lips and slowly moved her mouth towards the bottom of his shaft, sticking out her tongue and placing it at his base and dragging it up slowly to his tip. “Fuck,” he murmured reverently as her tongue swirled around his tip.

She was just about to take him in her mouth when she felt his hand on her shoulder. “Scully, you don’t have to-”

The fact that other women had treated this as an obligation was evident in his voice. He didn’t want to sit here and have her do this under the presumption she got nothing out of it. Mulder clearly didn’t understand the power of having a man reduced to nothing but gasps and prayers just by a few well placed licks and a bit of suction. The thought of what she could do to him brought on another wave of arousal. She could feel her own wetness starting to seep through her lips and onto the cotton of her underwear.

She stopped him with a firm look and purred, “But I want to.” To punctuate her sentence, she licked him tip to base and watched as goosebumps erupted on his arms.

He nodded and placed his hand back onto the bed. Taking the go ahead, she leaned forward, blowing on the wet trail she’d created lightly before plunging her mouth down on him. “Oh my god,” he rasped, tensing beneath her as she bobbed her head up and down.

Mulder was bigger than any of her prior partners and she could feel him hitting the back of her throat while she still had a few inches left to go. Easing herself higher on her knees, she took a deep breath through her nose and relaxed the back of her throat, resulting in her lips hitting his pubic mound as he went all the way in. “Holy shit,” he moaned, clutching onto the bedspread.

She could feel tears start to gather on her lashline in reaction to the unnatural sensation, but she ignored it and continued her actions, letting her tongue squirm against him as she deep-throated him. Scully could feel him trying his hardest to keep his hips firmly on the bed to avoid causing her any discomfort and she was grateful.

When she needed to take a breath, she eased up and gasped in a quick lung-full air, her subsequent breaths coming out as shuddered pants. She felt Mulder’s hand come up and brush her hair back behind her ear as he stroked her cheek. While he did this, she continued to play with his tip, running her tongue playfully under his head, causing him to gasp. “Scully,” he whispered, a drop of precum leaking out as he spoke.

She leaned back up and resumed her prior movements, letting him slide all the way down her throat as she rotated her head, letting his cock brush against every surface. His breathing was shallow and she could hear him moaning with every new movement.

After a few minutes of alternating between different techniques while Mulder demonstrated his surprisingly enduring stamina, he put his hand on her shoulder again. “Scully,” he said in a shaky breath.

She let him bob out of her mouth, a thick mixture of precum and saliva trailing from him to her mouth in a lewd string before snapping onto her chin. Her face was flushed and she knew her makeup was smudged. “Hmm?” she rasped, catching her breath.

“I won’t be able to hold on for much longer if you keep doing that,” he admitted. She laughed and stood up on shaky legs, using his legs for support. When she was on her feet she heard him whisper “Holy shit,” and she looked at him and saw he was staring at her crotch.

“What?” she panted, leaning over to see before being stopped by a hand on her hip. Mulder brought his other hand up and rubbed the cotton front of her panties, making a shiver run up her spine.

“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured, amazed. “I can see it through your underwear and on your thighs, and I haven’t even touched you.”

She grabbed his face with both of her hands and drew his attention to her face, his hand still idly rubbing her through the dampened fabric. “It turns me on to do this, Mulder. Attention directed towards you doesn’t mean it does nothing for me,” she explained, leaning down to kiss him when she was done.

She broke apart after a moment and beamed down at him with a predatory gleam in her eye. “Now sit against the headboard.”

Mulder did as he was told and she quickly discarded her underwear down her legs, shivering at the trail of slick wetness she felt rub against her inner thigh. She got on the bed, making eye contact with Mulder as she crawled on all fours to him. The usual self-consciousness she’d felt with other partners when she was this bold and wanton was gone with Mulder. He looked at her like she was giving him the best present he’d ever received by simply loving him. In her heart she knew it was probably true.

Scully didn’t sit in his lap immediately. Instead, she kept her head at chest level and leaned forward to playfully lick one of his nipples before bringing it into her mouth and rolling it between her teeth. She felt the rumblings of laughter in his chest begin before it turned into a moan of pleasure. She attended to the other one while reaching in between her legs and gathering some of her own arousal on her hand, bringing it in between them and coating Mulder’s erection with it.

“Oh my god, Scully,” he groaned, his hips undulating in their spot while she pumped him a few times.

She suckled on his neck, enjoying the feeling of his erratic pulse beating under her tongue. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured as she hoisted her legs on either side of his hips, aligning them for the moment they’d both been waiting for.

She could tell he was about to say something sweet back to her, but the words were stolen from his lungs as she sank down on him, sheathing him inside her. She settled until her ass was firmly on his lap and they were panting a few inches apart from the other, sharing a connection with their gaze as well as their bodies.

Slowly, she eased herself back up on her knees before sinking back down, creating a steady rhythm while the headboard hit the wall and the bed creaked beneath them. None of that mattered to her, all that mattered was the pleasure smattered across Mulder’s face, the way he was coaxing her with his sensual baritone, and the vice grip he had on her hips.

Suddenly a thought came to her. It wasn’t something she’d really ever done, but with how many tapes and subscriptions he had, it may be something he liked. Leaning towards his ear, she rasped, “You feel so good inside me, Mulder.”

He responded by closing the gap between them and placing kisses all over the hollow of her throat and the crook of her neck. She wasn’t trying to emulate a porn star. No. She just wanted to tell him what he deserved to hear. What she suspected he liked hearing in those tapes. Validation.

“You have no idea how much you turn me on,” she murmured on a downward stroke. She kept herself on his lap for a moment and rocked her hips forward, grinding their pubic bones together.

“Fuck, Scully. You feel amazing,” he gasped back, drawing his arms around her and pulling her flush to him so her breasts were against his chest.

She continued riding him the best she could in this position, raising one hand to wipe the sweaty hair back and litter kisses across his face. “I love you,” she gasped, her orgasm hitting her suddenly from the angle of his cock and the friction against her clit.

Scully felt his hips thrust upwards frantically as he came inside her, his hot seed spilling out a little bit from each thrust and adding to the mutual wetness between them.

When their orgasms had both subsided, she collapsed and fell onto him, resting her head against his neck. He nuzzled his face into her hair, pressing kisses against her scalp as he deftly reached and grabbed a blanket, pulling it up to cover them and tuck her even more into him. She felt his eyes grow heavy as she was comforted by the post-coital smell of him and the feeling of being wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I love you too, Scully,” he murmured, rocking her softly in his arms.

She found the strength to raise her head and kiss his chin. “So? How did you like your therapy session?” she teased.

Her whole body moved with his laughter. “I think you have another career path for you if this doesn’t work,” he teased.

She laughed with him and laid back on his neck. “Thank you,” she beamed.

There was a moment of silence as he continued rubbing circles in her back. Then, in a more serious tone he explained, “I’m sorry I’d been reluctant before. I had just never had someone treat me like I wasn’t an obligation before. I never knew how good it could be when both parties care so much about the other.”

“Well, with me you’ll never forget.”

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