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r0ck1st6r · 23 days ago

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Mateo Manta NSFW alphabet!!

(SO sorry this is late I just finished moving into my new apartment !! Requests are open <3)

[BDSM WARNING!!! Mateo is a FREAK beware]

Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

HE’S THE SWEETEST THINGGG always thinking about your needs (if he was on top) if he bottomed though, he’d be knocked out in just a few minutes.

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

He loves your eyes. The way they gloss up as you take his every inch down your throat and stroking the rest with your hands, or when you look at him while he grinds on your thigh after making him beg for any chance to touch you.

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

He’ll cum wherever you want him to, but he really loves seeing it on your tongue and watching you swallow (or spit it back on his cock and deep throat him, your choice).

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

He wants you to step on his dick. Like, rub on it with the sole of your foot. Maybe even with those pretty heels he loves, He’d just start sobbing while thrusting up into it but he’d rather die than share that with you though.

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

He doesn’t know much (as do most of the objects), but he knows what he likes and he likes almost everything.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mateo loves spooning. He gets to hold your body right against yours while rutting against you like a dog.

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

Oh he locks IN when you two get freaky, focusing on what makes you feel good the most.

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

He has a little bush of curly platinum white hair, he trims it sometimes.

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

Tries his best to stay romantic when he’s on top but he always ends up stuttering a bit and gets embarrassed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He humps his pillow (Obviously). If you’re not home he’ll hump almost every piece of clothing you have and send you video evidence of each time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Here’s a small list of what I think he’d like ☺️

- He loves getting his balls played with, makes him feel pathetic

- Touch his hair and he’ll cry

- Pet play, tell him he’s such a good puppy and he’ll do whatever you want (like he doesn’t already)

- Behavior control, spanking, and smothering, to name a few more

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In the privacy of your home of course, he needs room to act a fool.

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

Anything where you remotely present yourself to him. wearing lingerie, leaning up against the counter, touching in any sexual way works too. He’s catches on quick

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

He won’t hurt you unless you beg. but he himself won’t say no to much. don’t be too mean to him tho, the poor thing can’t take it :(

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

… look at him, tell me he won’t drink you up like every times the first time.

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

Mateo likes is fast, only because if you take the time to appreciate him sensually he’ll cum over and over again much faster than you think he will.

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

He doesn’t like them, he wants the both of you to take your time. He might fuck into you like he’ll never get the chance to again, but he’s a mess after.

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

Down to try anything you want to try, won’t care for anything risky unless you suggest it.

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

He can fuck into you for hours but if you’re in charge? He’ll cry for it until you’re literally fucking him unconscious, and even then he wants you to use him.

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

Didn’t at first, then be found your collection and hasn’t put them down since. His favorite thing to do is buy new butt plugs or beads to train himself and play with them in front of you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He would never tease you, he loves you too much <3

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

He’s a screamer when he’s close, moans and breathy comments when he tops you and whines when he bottoms.

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

He wants you to defile him one day. Don’t let him leave the house and use him all day long. Yes he won’t be able to speak, or look at you, or even keep his dick up by the end of it but he’d absolutely love every second.

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

5 inches soft 6.5 inches hard, pretty tan color with a lighter tip and little veins, balls on the bigger side.

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

Take a wild guess ☺️

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not that fast, he’ll stay up to tell you what he liked most about the events that happened, but if you sleep first he’ll wrap you in a blanket after cleaning you off and join you in bed.

#mateo manta #smut #date everything mateo #date everything #not enough words in the english dictionary to describe how bad i need him #so subby #please enjoy

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r0ck1st6r · 26 days ago

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r0ck1st6r · 1 month ago

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stumbled across this on my birthday and I couldn't be happier 👅

Birthday Cake || Stan Pines/Reader

[it's officially my birthday, so of course, i'm churning out a self-indulgent Stan Pines quickfic where it's the readers birthday. eat up <3]

Word Count: 2.6k

[Tags: Smut]

You begrudgingly peeled your eyes open to the same sound of sparrows perched outside the water-colored window sill of the Mystery Shack. You rolled over on the full-sized mattress, reluctant to get up despite the date.

Your birthday.

Not that it meant anything. After the twins took off back down to California Stan gave Soos the keys to the shop and you the keys to the Shack. You can still recall so vividly the way he wrapped his big warm hands around yours, leaning into them.

"Listen, doll, I get it if you wanna skip town." He began, pressing his lips to each one of your knuckles. "But just think of it like a truck driver, yeah? I'll make sure Ford docks us at least once a month."

You still frowned, propped up on his bed. "What do I do when you're gone?"

He smirked. "Whatever you want. Don't let me hold you back. Just stay close to the coast when I come back, yeah? And don't let the place get too dusty." You could tell he was joking, but apart of you continued to ache with a certain loneliness even before he left.

It didn't help in the slightest when you received a phone call from Stan three days before your birthday, hearing the waves more than his own voice from the other side of the line. "Doll? Babydoll! Can ya hear me?" He yelled over the waves.

"Stan? Where are you?" You tried to speak loud enough for Stan to hear, leaning on the wood panel of the kitchen walls.

"Not sure!" He sighed, and you heard him away from the phone. "Sixer! Hold the sails! Gotta talk to the lady!" You heard more shuffling, then the opening and closing of a door as the waves became more background ambiance than a roaring thunder. "Sorry, it's hell out there."

"I could tell, what's going on?"

"Ford says some bullshit about magnetic pulls of a few things called Aqualifers, don't know, look like octopuses with turbines as tentacles to me." He muttered, you could hear him scratching his outgrown stubble over the phone.

"Sounds tedious, and like you haven't got all of them yet." You replied, looking over at your calendar. "How far out are you guys?"

Silence lingered until Stan's deep inhale and exhale echoed over the line. He spoke your name, sincerity laced. "Please don't be upset with me."

"You're not gonna be able to dock for my birthday, are you?" You interrupted him, monotone. It hadn't been the first time Stan wasn't able to dock for a big event.

"I've argued with Ford about it all damn week, sweetheart, he's dead set on taking care of these bastards right now."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but slide down the wall until your butt hit the floor. "Guess I'll spend it down at Greasy's with my slice of free pie." Your joke fell flat due to your tone, but you couldn't help it. You were hurt.

"When we get back, I'm gonna make it up to you tenfold baby. Just hold out for me." He pleaded, the winds creaking against the windows and doors over the line.

"I've been holding out for you for months, Stan." You retorted. "You promised me at least one visit a month, it's been two now. I was understanding at first, but it's my birthday." You were trying to not let your temper get ahold of your tongue, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult the longer you stayed away from Stan.

"Count on me by the end of this month, babydoll, I promise you."

You sighed, reeling in your resentful thoughts. You were about to speak, but the sound of a door crashing open interrupted you. "Stanley! Get out here! They're making their way up the boat!"

"Shit, I gotta bounce. I love you!"

You went to reply, but the line went dead as soon as his last word was uttered, leaving you to the same old silence of the shack.

Now your birthday had come to fruition, and the same silence permeated the walls as you exited the room and dragged yourself to brush your teeth, hair, and throw on a shirt and jeans when you should have been getting dolled up for some mid tier lunch Stan would overzealously proclaim was the most top-notch spot in all of Oregon.

When you turned the corner to fix coffee in the kitchen, you practically jumped out of your own skin to Stan's booming voice, yelling "SURPRISE!" while sprawled across the dinning room table, a cake with an indiscernible amount of candles in front of him. He had cleaned up, stubble shaved, and looked showered, in contrast to his usual post-docking look of sweat-stained clothes and borderlining beard.

Your grip on the doorframe slowly loosened at the register that it was Stan, here, in the kitchen when he said he wouldn't be. More than that. He was here with a cake, candles, and a stupid party hat attached to his chin.

"Stan?" You asked just to be sure, still at your post of the doorframe.

"In the flesh." He tutted, nudging the cake closer to your direction. "Come on, don't want wax on the cake."

Your face began to beam the closer you approached him, looking at him one more good time before bending over, and giving the candles a big blow as Stan whooped. "That's my girl!"

You laughed with him, helping Stan up from the kitchen table. "Man, I probably laid there for like, two hours. You should've seen how panicked I looked trying to light those candles when I heard the bedroom door open."

"You didn't have to do all this." You giggled, taking a greedy finger swipe of some cake icing from the edge, and popping it into your mouth. "Being here was sweet enough on its own. You told me you weren't even coming home, what happened to that?"

Stan's look of satisfaction grew. "That pitiful little pitch in your voice when I broke the news to you had me biting Ford's ass to get home. I couldn't stand to do that to you, so we raised hell on those bastards and got out of dodge the following night."

You smiled, chest heavy with something you could only discern as love. "Stan, you didn't have to do that. You could've got hurt."

"Hurt?" He scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Nothing could've hurt me more than missing my favorite girl's birthday." He hummed, finally pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You relished in it, following him towards his lips for more. Stan readily obliged, enveloping you in a kiss as he pulled you up into his arms. You had to restrain yourself from raking your hands through his hair, to do something to confirm he was real and standing here right now and it wasn't just some fucked up dream you were bound to wake up from any minute now.

"Come on, you have a cake to enjoy, and you need time to get dolled up for tonight." He purred, setting you down.

"Where are we going tonight?" You asked, fishing around the cupboards for the plates and forks.

"Finest restaurant in all of Oregon, Chart House."

You paused in your tracks, eyes widened. "Chart House?" You echoed, setting the plates down on the table. "Stan.. That's like, easy hundred dollars per person, without drinks. I don't... Are you sure?"

Stan waved his hand. "Some fancy research institute back in New York paid us an assload for some samples of the anomalies we've found. Ford took a plane ride there this morning." He explained, slicing each of you a piece. "Let's splurge, babydoll."

You smiled, taking a bite of cake. "Too good to me when you are here, y'know? I think I'd be spoiled rotten if you stuck around for more than a few days a month."

Stan laughed, taking his own bite. "Well, you have me all week, meaning I get to spoil you all week."

Your heart swelled, and you sat up from your seat. "Wait, all week? Why?"

"Ford's gonna be aiding in research there, I told him too brainy for me. I'd rather keep my lady company."

You wanted to squeal, but instead, you opted to lean over the table and press another kiss to his lips. "Way too good to me." You whispered in between the kiss.

Stan hummed, and if it weren't for the cake in between the two of you that you were awkwardly maneuvering around, he might've dragged you over the table himself. "Only a fraction of what you deserve."

You leaned back down into your seat, finishing up your cake in giddy silence with Stan.

You had become so used to living alone that it was almost instinct to head over to the sink, running hot water over the dishes. As you went to grab the sponge from the sink, a warm hand gripped at your wrist. "And just what do ya think you might be doin'?" Stan asked from behind you, his brow arched.

You turned back to look at him, cheeks dusted pink. "Washing my plate?"

"The birthday girl? Washing dishes?" He scoffed in disbelief. "Let me see that sponge."

You rolled your eyes. "Stan, I can do it." You insisted, but he turned you around to face him.

"Nuh uh, not havin' it."

You went to argue with him once more, but he stopped you as his took his thumb across the right side of your bottom lip. "Got some frosting still." He muttered, a smirk ghosting over his features.

You found yourself holding your breath, the tension between the two of you sizzled and snapped at each slight movement. You wanted to almost moan from it alone, finally becoming impatient and leaning in to kiss Stan.

Stan readily kissed you back, reaching behind you and turning the sink off before hoisting you up onto the edge of it, then sliding you down to the counter space beside it.

You chuckled, Stan parting the kiss to trail kisses all the way down and around your neck. "Aren't I supposed to be getting dolled up right about now?"

Stan hummed a disagreement. "I have enough time to remind you of your place again." He replied, tugging at your shirt until you indulged him and brought your hands above your head for him to take your shirt off entirely.

You had no bra underneath, much to Stan's delight. It wasn't like you intended to go anywhere today.

"I know we just had cake, but I think I might be ready for some more dessert." He teased, taking one nipple into his mouth.

You sighed out, arching into him. "Stan-" You breathed, a cocktail of plea and somewhat still rationale.

"What? You're telling me you haven't been just aching for me since I left? Don't try to lie to a con man, sweetheart. You were almost floodin' out of the lingerie you were in when I took those pictures of you last time." He muttered in between breasts, recalling the little impromptu Polaroid session Stan begged you into right before he left the last time.

"I have, I have, but-" You bit back a moan when his teeth grazed across your nipple, closing one eye. "I-It's early."

"Early bird gets the worm." He retorted coyly, stubbled kisses trailing to the hemline of your pants.

So, you allowed him to shuck your pants off right there on the kitchen counter. In fact, you might have allowed him to just about do anything to you in that moment. You were still reeling from the adrenaline of your surprise earlier, and just the fact that he ensured he would be here for your birthday was a major turn on.

Stan's fingers dipped into your panties, rubbing your clit to gauge your reaction. You whined, almost edging off the counter to get more pressure from him.

"There's my hungry girl." He whispered, dipping his head lower and down between your legs, having to spread them himself.

When he pushed your panties to the side and his tongue met your folds, you would've sworn you achieved nirvana. There was not a thought nor noise in that pretty little head of yours besides what was in front of you right here. Stan. That was all you ever seemed to care about.

Stan ravaged you with his tongue, licking the entirety of you before going to suck on your clit, using this as his chance to have two fingers glide into your cunt with a shocked yelp from you. However, Stan was absolutely relentless in his ways. He wouldn't be satisfied until you were dripping more than the leaky faucet next to you.

Just as your insides were beginning to clench and quake with your impending climax, Stan left your cunt, causing a crying whine from you in protest. Stan snickered, unbuckling his belt. "Oh, don't think I'm leaving you high and dry, baby, that was just for starters."

Stan guided you off of the counter, and instead, had you turn around and fit yourself over the oak at a ninety-degree angle. Your toes could barely touch the floor like this.

You moaned at just the tip of Stan's cock prodding at your entrance, teasing you as it rubbed back and forth on your clit. "That desperate, huh?" Stan grunted, feigning as if he wasn't just as desperate.

"Always for you." You responded, praying it would send him over the edge.

And over the edge it did. He didn't waste any time plunging himself inside of you, filling you to the brim until the head of him peppered a kiss against your cervix in a deliciously painful jolt to your core.

"Getting your present a little early, guess I'll have to make up for it later." Stan said through gritted teeth, pulling out just to dive back into you with the same force, keeping his pace at that steady pounding rate that drove you further into the counter with each thrust. "Fuck, I can feel all of you like this."

His words alone were enough to restart your incline, moaning shamelessly as it reverberated off the ingredient canisters in front of you. "Stan, Stan please- Oh my God-" You stammered, each syllable coming out chopped from his relentless thrusts.

"That's it, cum on this cock baby, I know that was one of your birthday wishes. Don't gotta play coy with me." He teased, his grip almost bruising to your hips. Just the way you liked it.

Your feet were entirely off the ground at this point, with Stan holding you up by pressing you into the counter, aiding you in feeling the imprint of him every time he re-entered you. You couldn't keep up with him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Stan-" You pleaded, the preemptive clenches of your climax returning with a harsher force.

And then, you unraveled, squeezing around his cock with each tremor and moan you emitted. Stan, ever the shameless, talked you the entire way through it.

"There it is, sweet Moses what a good girl you are, fuck, shit-" And there it was, Stan's cock twitched with his own climax deep inside of you.

Stan's pace slowed, his grip lightened enough to let your feet come back down to the floor. He was so gentle pulling out of you, yet the emptiness that followed was all the same.

The two of you laid and stood there for a second before Stan helped you stand from being bent over the counter, taking in all of you with your pants and panties down to your ankles. He drank you in, a smirk on his lips beginning to indicate a smartass remark.

Stan took two fingers, dragging them along your oversensitive cunt. The feeling alone almost caused you to double over. You had to grab onto Stan's shoulder to keep your knees from buckling as you yelped in protest.

He hummed a chuckle, bringing his fingers to his lips and enveloping them. They stayed there for a second, before he released them with a 'pop!'

Stan paused and gazed up at the ceiling, as if he were assessing a tasting for some sort of fine glass of wine. He then made a 'hmph' of satisfaction, looking at you with half-lidded eyes, the dreaded smirk returning.

"Better than any birthday cake I've ever tasted."

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r0ck1st6r · 1 month ago

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im discovering a worse fate than "nobody else makes content for this fandom so you have to do it yourself" and its "theres a shitton of content for this fandom but its ALL ON TWITTER"

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r0ck1st6r · 2 months ago

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Omg do we want date everything twitter/X 🌽 links

I love love LOVE jjk links so I thought the people would enjoy some of our DE lovelies

Please enjoy this delicious vid of Mac. 😫

(p.s, Hector and Mateo alphabets are almost done 💋💋)

#mac date everything #date everything #smut links #whatever you want #👅👅👅#x links

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r0ck1st6r · 2 months ago

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So I’m writing this right now

what do the people think Mac is into 🤔

A soft warm morning with Mac where they kiss your forehead while pulling you closer and asking if you slept well, while you're having a nice morning convo suddenly they grab your hand and confess about a dirty dream they had while slowly setting your hand lower and that's how macshots happen, doesn't matter who's receiving

I am so sorry for this one 😭😭

-💻

yall KILL me with ‘macshots’. iys the funniest thing ive seen omg.

anyway.

WHHEEEWWWWWW. FREAKY ARE WE????? I LOVE THIS LOWKEY

i wa slike: awee ♥️♥️ until i read the rest and i went: 😦oh my god. i need a fan.

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r0ck1st6r · 2 months ago

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All I could think about today.

"I don't know Mac.."

"P-Please!! I promise its ok, we already established a safe word incase you want to stop!"

"But, you're the one getting hit?"

"I know, but i'm not using it."

"Well if you insist," you smacked Mac's cheek lightly.

They groan quietly. "Harder baby, as hard as you want."

You smack them much harder. memories of Mac teasing you for hours this morning came flooding back.

They moan out loud, regretting (but not really) asking to tie their Hands behind their back. they started humping the air and whimpering at the sting your hands left.

Rubbing their cheek, you strike them again and hold their face wondering if you were going too far but the state they were in said otherwise.

Blushing like crazy, their mouth hung open and their eyes were closed shut. "I-If this doesn't feel right, you could always spank me." they offer.

You quickly turned them in your lap and pulled their pants down, much preferring the new option. Mac arched their back into your mattress as you rubbed their ass gently before hitting it. they preferred this too, they finally had your thigh to grind on.

"Fuck, oh god-" Mac started thrusting and twitching, the pain making everything feel so much better. You didn't even bother stopping them because you weren't gonna stop until you've had enough.

"I'm so s-sorry mommy im already close please." Mac felt tears about to fall while you continued to spank them repeatedly until both cheeks were red.

You stopped when you heard your new nickname though. it sounded pathetic coming out of their mouth, sweet.

"Call me that again baby." you answer, reaching under and palming them through their underwear.

"Please don't tease mommy, I-I'm sorry, ah f-fuck, I was mean I won't do it a-again I mean it." they begged through tears and a shaky voice.

You grind harder with your left hand and smack them again with your right. "Alright them my love, go ahead and cum for me."

Their body shakes when they finally let go. you massage their crotch and whisper to them how many times you're going to make them cum tonight and they almost pass out.

#mac date everything #mac smut #fem reader #well i mean #mommy knk #spankable ass #slapping them a little #im sorry #smut #mac #👅

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r0ck1st6r · 2 months ago

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Thank you fuck Thank you so much I will now consume this Mac NSFW alphabet

-A person who is also written Mac NSFW alphabet

Omg??? Ofc??? I need to read it now?? I’m glad you like it?? I’m honored???

#kisses #anon ask #🫂🫂🫂

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Mac NSFW Alphabet!!

You asked, I delivered, pls enjoyy ! (forgive me)

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

Mac always leaves you a mess; sweaty, dehydrated and unable to move. They tryto make sure there are small towels and water bottles in a drawer beside your bed so nobody needs to get up just yet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and so their partner's)

They’re obsessed with every part of you, but your chest makes them so insanely giddy. Whether you have breasts or pecs, Mac will always have their hands on you. Speaking of, they like their hands a lot, they love to touch you anywhere you'll let them. (I’m projecting save me.)

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

Mac likes to come up with little goals to hit whenever you two get intimate. For example, getting you in a certain amount of positions or even making you cum as many times as possible. They love when you let go on their face and drench them as much as you can.

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

Has a huge BDSM kink, like it’s really bad. With full consent of course, they want to slap you, choke you, make you cry, bite you, and much more. (They wouldn’t mind you doing the same.)

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

Guys, Mac is a sentient computer. They might not have done much but they sure as hell know how what they like and are more then willing to learn how to do things the way you like.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where you’re both able to stretch your legs, they honestly prefer it on your bed instead of their chair. (not opposed, they just want it to be comfortable for you.)

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

They’re relatively serious. you make them giggle at times during foreplay but they take your pleasure wayyy to seriously.

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

They stay trimmed, with a delicious happy trail you cant help but drool over. (projecting again i’m sorry.)

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

All. About. You. They take all measures needed to make sure you feel as special just like how you try your best to make Mac see as many stars as you can.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

They grind on your pillow. When you’re out going shopping, seeing a friend, or at work they take that opportunity to ask someone for help up the stairs, and go insane in your room. smelling your shirts, sheets and underwear until one of the three is stained with their load.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Make them feel like you can’t live without them. God, does Mac get flustered but it turns them on in ways they can’t explain. Beg them for your release, look them in the eyes and moan their name like they’re the only person in the world.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere others can’t see you, they really like your bedroom and the office.

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

When you wear low cut shirts, (them titties) whenever you wear less clothing really. Omg, if you start touching up on them? They melt in your hands.

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

Share you with anyone, they hate the idea of someone else getting to see you in such a state.

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

They prefer giving, mainly because they get to see you lose it, they’re not too good at first but they love learning about your body so they catch on pretty quickly.

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

It reallyyy depends on how intense the foreplay was and how needy you come onto them. (or how desperate they are for you.)

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

Not a big fan, Mac wants to enjoy everything about the experience and rushing won’t give them time to relish you enough.

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

Yup. Though not much of a risk taker, they love experimenting and take mental notes of each thing that gets a reaction out of you.

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

If your on top, they won't last longer than two rounds but when their in charge you two'll go on for hourss.

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

YES. Mac's a huge fan of toys on the both of you. they're favorite way to use them involve keeping one inside themselves while using one on you and seeing who can scream the loudest while looking in each others eyes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

They love it way too much but they can never tease you for too long or they end up feeling bad and giving you whatever you want.

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

Mac has a really hard time keeping quiet. they'll moan and groan so much you often gag them with your underwear. (that actually gets them so much louder.)

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

They've been thinking about getting their nipples (and tip???) pierced but they don't don't want to wait for the healing process to finish before fucking you.

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

Packing around 6.6 inches, yummy ass happy trail, curves up with one prominent vein under the head, uncut with the prettiest pink tip. 😩

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

Oh it's pretty high. they love getting intimate with you its their favorite thing.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Mac doesn't actually sleep right after unless it's already late. even then they stay up watching you sleep peacefully until they drift off.

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AASHJKKJSHAKJHECTOR NEXTTT <333

#Mac #mac date everything #smut #im sleep deprived #i love them #its an addiction

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