#had this sitting in my drafts unfinished for a while bc i'm shy

[katbrando]

finally finished a NSFW alphabet for dingus brandus my beloved 🥰 this is based around modern diego specifically and it's also very lengthy HFKJDS

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

at first he's very eager to go again, but once i've talked him out of it and calmed him down he's actually very doting 🥺 he'll clean us both up and fetch some water (he's all about self-care, after all), he's very attentive and wants to be a gentleman

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

he thinks he's hot shit (and he is) so he's pretty confident in all aspects of his body.. but he knows his ass in particular is amazing. and he's a tit guy 🥴 he loves boobs, loves to stuff his face in them and suffocate... he loves titfucking.. he's a big fan of hips as well, he likes when he can grab 'em real tight and kinda toss me around

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

he cums a lot.. he's obsessed with cumming on his partner's face and chest, he loves cumming inside them as well but there's something about seeing his release splattered across his partner's skin that really does it for him, like he's marking his territory

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

he gets off to the idea of sucking himself off 😩 he wishes he were flexible enough to actually do it but the thought alone makes him unbearably horny.

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

he's very experienced, he's been sexually active since his teens and he's had a wide range of partners.. he's very good at sex and it fuels his ego immensely, which he really doesn't need LOL

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves nothing more than watching his partner ride him while he lays there and doesn't do much. eventually his own desperation will inevitably drive him to fuck them relentlessly. if he's the one getting fucked he looooves doggy style. a personal favorite for Both of us is amazon..... it's Hot

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

he prefers to be very serious because it makes it easier for him to talk nasty. if there's humor involved he feels he's not being taken seriously and that tends to frustrate him LOL.. but over time he grows accustomed to how much i laugh and i think he finds it endearing once he understands that it comes from a place of comfort

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

he's well groomed, he's got a nice happy trail that frames his dick so perfectly

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

intimacy is hard for him initially, most of his relationships in the past were based a lot on solely sex BUT over time and with a lot of trust he opens himself up and offers full intimacy, he's SO romantic in everything he does 🥺 but he can definitely turn that off if we want something a little less soft

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he actually doesn't masturbate by himself that often, he prefers sex with a partner, but mutual masturbation is something he's a big fan of

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

oh boy.. he's got a massive degradation kink, also exhibitionism, nipple play, pegging, breath play, orgasm denial.. probably more i'm forgetting

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

i know it's Boring but.. bed LOL.. being pinned against the mattress and fucking so hard it makes the bed creak ... he loves that.. but also HIS CAR, car sex is a favorite of his

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

it doesn't take much LOL, a certain Look will do it for him, any sort of lingering touch, he Loves lingerie but unfortunately for him it's not something i'm super comfortable with too often, certain songs will get him in the mood as well

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

watersports is a Massive no, anything that would be considered unhygienic really turns him off, he's pretty particular about hygiene in general.. while he's usually game to try new things he's also just easily made uncomfortable if something feels Dirty

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

this man is the KING of eating pussy and i will Not accept disagreements, thank you!!! he's good at it, but even better: he loves doing it, he could stay down there for hours probably. he really enjoys receiving as well but his preference is definitely having his partner squirm around and beg and praise him as he eats them out, it gives him a sense of Power and Control and he Loves that

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

he can be either, depending on the situation. there's some times where we just want to take it slow and lazy (morning sex is a favorite) and really melt into each other 🥺 but then there's other times where we want it Rough (usually after a heated argument L O L)

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

he's a fan, he cums So easily sometimes a quickie is all that happens 😭 if he had his way he would take me Quickly in public spaces like bathrooms and dressing rooms but i'm extremely anxious about that sort of thing so it rarely, if ever, happens

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

he's down to try whatever, mostly. aaaand he's absolutely into risky sex, it's like all his rational thinking goes straight out the window when he's horny

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

literally it's like he has no limit.. his recovery rate is insane. i think i mentioned it before but he cums very easily so it's either very fast sex OR lengthy with lots of orgasm denial.

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

he doesn't own a lot but a favorite of his is being fucked while he's fucking a fleshlight, he's got a prostate stimulator as well, and an anal plug he brings out if he's preparing for me to fuck his brains out 🥰

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh he teases so much, he loves doing it in public via whispers and subtle touches.. i blush very easily so it's a great time for him, he loves seeing me flustered. and during sex his mouth is constantly running so inevitably he's going to tease

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

he can definitely be loud enough for someone to hear in the next room over. he whines and begs and he's very vocal, it's so hot!!!! like i said, he's always talking during sex, even if it's broken up by moans

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

his nipples are very sensitive, he likes when i call his chest his tits and even though he doesn't have much he loves pressing them together and having me fuck them

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

dorito shaped motherfucker HFKJDSG.. his waist is so slutty, his ass is wonderful, he runs a lot so his legs are very toned and strong, his cock is average size, he's uncut, he's so pretty down there... he's literally so perfect

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

very high, if he's not focused on something else it's safe to assume he's thinking about sex, especially if we're alone at home and in the same room

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not quickly at all, he's ready for round 2 and 3 and 4 etc etc, but if you get him to lay down and relax all it really takes is playing with his hair and holding him close, he'll be out in minutes

[catcze]

How about shutting kazuha up with a kiss (consetual ofc)

I love his flowery words but sometimes he talks a bit much

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Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Kazuha x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Fluff !! 

!!⠀CWs : Kissing, fluffy feels, some making out? Nothing super duper suggestive tho. Also my poetry skills are shit I’m so sorry </3

I’ll be honest I didn’t expect to end up writing somethign this long, but here we are now akjsdnsa The way this has been sitting in my drafts for days bc I couldn’t come up w/ a romantic haiku for the life of me–– also i switched up the promt a teeny tiny bit hope you don’t mind!!

It's been going on for about two hours now.

Kazuha has been mumbling to himself, his brow furrowed in what you guess was frustration while he leans over the balustrade. Pale sheets of paper lay discarded on the glossy wood beside him, blank and unused. The young ronin has one hand grasping a sheet, while the other is busy twirling a brush-tipped pen.

He's been staring hard at the paper, worrying his lip and huffing, as if he expects the haiku to jump from his mind onto it without much preamble.

"Do you not feel tired?" You ask, reclining against the wall. You cock your head, a small smile on your face. "If you stare any harder at the paper, it might just catch fire, love."

Kazuha chuckles, still staring at his paper like a petulant kitten. "Perhaps," is all he replies before his lips are once more occupied mumbling disjointed lines of a poem that he just couldn't get right.

With a sigh, you push off from your relaxed position, taking a hold of his upper arm and gently tugging him back into the shade and out of the sun. "You might burn," you chastise him. "Perhaps you've been in the heat so long your brain melted–– what are you doing?"

Kazuha sighs, setting his writing materials on a nearby table. The moment his hands are empty, you take them into yours, squeezing them reassuringly. The wrappings on his right hand have loosened a bit, you notice. You'll have to re-do them for him later.

"I'm having some trouble composing a haiku," he says, his smile soft and a bit tentative.

"It wouldn't be the first time," you joke in return, causing him to address you with a dry stare and a cocked brow. You chuckle at him.

"I'm having some trouble," he reiterates, "because whenever I attempt to put my thoughts to paper... it never seems to fit. Every attempt I make to write down my words, it appears as if an error stares me in the face, and I just have to rectify it. I’m never satisfied by my results. "

“What makes this one so special?” You ask, squeezing his hands. “You’re not usually so critical of your haikus.”

Kazuha chuckles, a small grin on his face. You begin to swing your connected hands, something that softens his eyes with fondness.

“I wished for it to be a gift. For you.” He doesn’t look you in the eye when he says this, instead looking off to the side as a flush begins to creep up his neck. Nevertheless, he still talks despite his apparent embarrassment, and you can’t help but want to coo. He’s adorable.

“I hoped that you would take it as a gesture of my love and affection,” Kazuha says softly, taking one hand from your grasp and using it to stroke your cheek and cup your face, holding it as if it were the most fragile of glass. “The haiku I were to compose would have been to let you know how often I think of you. How often I wish to kiss you and hold you close.”

The redness had spread, painting his face in a pretty blush, but he does not shy away from your gaze now. His smile is soft, holding all his affections in such a simple thing. With the light behind him and the glow of the sea reflected in his eyes, you can’t help but admire the beauty that is Kaedahara Kazuha. His touch on you never roughens or jolts, no, he continues to hold you like you are that which is most precious to him. Maybe you are.

“Recite it for me anyway?” You ask him, voice shy. “I don’t mind if it’s unfinished. I just... if it’s important to you, I’d love to hear it.”

He chuckles, then nods in acquiesce. How could he resist when you make his heart beat so fast?

“Lips of clouds and dreams / Yearning for another touch / Weak to love’s caress.”

Kazuha waits in silence, feeling your cheeks grow hot in his palm. a smile grows on his face when your eyes avert from his, though there’s no mistaking the pleased warmth of your skin.

You clear your throat and he listens intently. “Say it again?” You request.

He does as you command, the words coming easier around this time. He recites haiku reverently, as if it were a gift he was leaving at your altar. Kazuha’s words are low and hushed, comparable to a purr, but not at all lacking for the impact they have on you.

“Again,” you tell him, leaning further into his palm.

He say it again, a grin beginning to form on his lips.

“Again.”

He says it again.

“Again.”

As many times as you ask, he will always comply. 

It surprises him the slightest bit, though, when you inch closer to him, close enough that you’re chest-to-chest and your unique smell ––like home, like an adventure–– is so strong that he feels like he’d happily suffocate on it. His hands come to warp around you, and your drape over his shoulders and encircle his neck. It feels so right to be entangled together, to have your bodies pressed so close not even the thinnest of papers could slip through. He relishes in the proximity, in the sparks that erupt in his chest at your touch.

Your breath is warm against his sensitive skin, and your lips are so close that they could touch. A minute shiver races up his back when you speak, drawing his half-lidded gaze to your mouth. 

“Say it again, Kazuha?”

“Lips of clouds and dreams.” The purr travels from his chest into yours, and his arms tighten around you. “Yearning for another touch.”

“Weak to love’s––” But before he can finish, your lips are sealed on his, cutting off his words and pulling a low, happy moan from him instead. Your kiss is insistent, lips moving against his and stealing his breath with every flick of your tongue. The arms around his neck tighten, pulling him closer to you (or, perhaps, pressing yourself closer to him) and deepening the kiss. 

He tastes sweet, you can’t help but notice. Like the dango he had once made for you, a specialty of his hometown. You sigh into him, and he eagerly swallows it. His skin is flushing under your touch, and your own body was beginning to warm the longer he held you in his embrace.

But good things can only last so long–– you both break apart when your breathing turns shallow. You don’t go very far, though, nor do you disconnect fully from each other. His breath is still warm and heavy on your kiss-swollen lips, and there’s a cute flush on Kazuha’s face. 

You lips curve into a smile, giddy and dopey from his touch, and he easily mirrors your expression. 

“Hi,” you say quietly, happily, leaning a bit to press your foreheads together.

“Hello,” he responds in the same tone of voice. There’s a glint of emotion in his eyes that makes your heart full, that makes the blood in your veins warm under his gaze. “I trust you enjoyed my gift?”

You laugh, brushing your lips together again. Instead of answering, you slot your lips together once more, your eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the feeling. 

Kazuha enthusiastically kisses back, heart thrumming in his chest–– for he is, after all, weak to your love’s embrace.