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cw: simon riley x afab reader, p in v, breeding kink (?), creampie, fingering

ok but simon who swears up and down he doesn’t want to have kids, you two have talked about it several times and you’re okay with it. it’s always been 50/50 w you, but simon was determined to not have any. and it was fine, your life had its fulfillment with simon and that was all you needed!!

except simon can’t stop cumming inside of you. :(

purposely not touching himself while on deployment so he can drain himself inside of you. fucking into you even after he’s filled you up.

he just loves seeing the creamy ring you’ve created around his cock, loves seeing the fucked out expression as he stuffs you full of his cum. like his own little toy :(

then when he finally pulls out he uses his fingers to push his cum back inside of you, “let’s see if this one sticks.”

and your brain is too foggy to really process what he’s saying, you’re just tightening around his fingers as he coaxes another orgasm out of you.

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The time has come.

"unhealthy love"

Warning: Unhealthy as hell, In all cases you broke up at the end(DON'T TRY TO FIX HIM), tracking, violence(toward other people), mention of blood, obsessive text, locking you up, mention of self-harm

Price: He tracks you. He knows everything you did, every word you said, every people you saw and of course, everything about those people. He didn't show it though. Just smiles. So you didn't how serious it was at first.

One day, you were at the unfamiliar neighborhood and got lost. You looked at the map, but still could tell which way you should go. In desperate, you called Price and said you're lost. "Don't worry, love. I'll be right there." After about 15 minutes later, he came. He reassured you and took you to your destination. You were relieved. And it was then when you realized, you didn't tell him neither your location nor your destination. You turned around. He was just smiling. And that was the day you decided to broke up with him. (Good luck)

Ghost: Jealousy. He'll argue with your male best friend just because he laid his hand on your shoulder. He'll stop you from saying hello to Soap because you looked 'too beautiful' that day.

One day, you went to the bar with him. When he went to pick up some drink, a guy approached you. You said, "I have a boyfriend." He said, "I don't see him." And deep, coarse voice came from behind. "You see him now."

Simon dragged him to the back alley and beat him up. You begged him to stop but he didn't listen. When you clung to his arm risking your own safety, he finally stopped. The man was blooded. You cried, "Simon, I can't do this anymore." Simon murmured something but you couldn't hear it. You didn't contact him after that.

König: Insecurities. He thinks he's not worthy of your love. He clings, asking for sweet words, hugs, kisses. But it's never enough. On your day off, he tries so hard to keep you by his side. It was cute at first. But it quickly escalated to the point where he doesn't even let you go to the toilet by yourself.

It peaked when you went on a business trip/deployment. 8 hours of time difference was the problem. You tried your best to stay in touch, but it wasn't easy. You ended up receiving hundreds of messages from him overnight. You said you love him and he should believe you, but it was no use.

One day, you woke up next to König. He was still sleeping. You went to the kitchen to drink some water. Or more like, you tried to. You don't know how, but the bedroom door was locked from the outside. With the lock that wasn't there just yesterday. When you were in panic mode, König hugged you from behind. "This way, you can't leave me, Liebling." And that was the moment you thought you should broke up with him.

I think breaking up with Price will be the hardest. He knows everything, you know.

Second will be König. You feared he might hurt himself, but you had to broke up with him. At least, for him.

It will be easy to broke up with Ghost. When you cried and said you can't do this anymore, part of him was broken. He knew that he was hurting you. That this was unhealthy. He'll let you go.

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I was thinking about what song suits them

Ghost : Sailor Song - Gigi Perez

Oh, can you imagine a man who has been wearing a mask his whole life begging for a kiss? And to love him like a sailor?

König : I wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

Imagine König lying in the bed alone and listen to this song thinking about you. He doesn't want to be your friend, he wants to kiss your lips.

Sorry it's all gay songs. You guys make best songs ever💕

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i keep thinking about an arranged marriage with simon. maybe it’s for a mission or something that benefits both of you, and neither of you is making a big deal out of it. once you get what you need, you'll get a divorce, no strings attached. but as soon as simon signs those papers, he’s already thinking about baby names, and the house he’ll build for you both to grow old in. and what do you mean, lovie, you want separate rooms? don’t you see the ring on your finger? turn around so he can be a big spoon. a man’s flirting with you? wait in the car, he just needs a quick word with him. don’t worry about his bloodied knuckles once he gets back. of course, it’s all for professional reasons, but he still calls you his wife, missus, even behind closed doors. you made dinner just because you felt like cooking? what a good wife you are. now spread your legs on the table, he’s craving something sweet now, he just wants to thank his wifey properly. and when the mission’s over and you finally get the green light to divorce, you feel a wave of relief when he lights the papers on fire right in front of you. he’s won, but you don’t care anymore, you've never felt this kind of bliss, not until you were with him. you’re back in your shared room, and he’s reciting his vows between your thighs, exactly where he belongs, like a real husband should.

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i want him. that's it.

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WAIT!! STOP THE PRESS—

I just voted on your poll for taking their last name and I NEED to hand you a small idea

Reader being unsure about taking Simon’s last name (be it sentimental reasons, paperwork stuff, etc). Simon, who’s been stuck with the same last name as his father for his whole life offering to take your last name - it works in his favor because you don’t have to worry about making a decision and he can take another step away from his father

(think of the angst and comfort. think of the angst and comfort—)

I was actually thinking exactly this!!!! Same hat!!!

Not to sound like a stupid weeb but there is a Japanese practice called mukoyoshi where the man is brought/adopted into the family through the marriage and takes their last name as a way to continue it. Usually happens when a family just has a single daughter (though I have no idea how common the practice is now). Imagine a case like that for him!

This is the perfect scenario for Simon. He gets a new last name. He gets a new family, a new lineage. And it’s something he shares with you. It’s a bit of a rebirth for the man, to be honest.

And imagine you being so nervous about asking him to take your name. You know how men tend to feel about their last name— about extending ownership over their wives. You don’t want him to think that you don’t want people to know— that you’re ashamed to be associated, or that you don’t think of him as man, or something like that. You expect him to be a bit surly at the idea, really.

But he cries. He doesn’t have any family to give you, no pride of background, he’s a bastard who comes from bastards— and you invite him into yours??? You want him to help you continue your family??? You give him everything he’s ever wanted on a silver platter and you think he’s the one doing you a favor here???

When it all goes through he has to stop himself from getting a little emotional every time he sees his name. His new name. On his license, on his uniform, on his dog tags. He’ll happily correct anyone who hasn’t been made privy to the change. ‘M not Lieutenant Riley anymore, he says proudly, not giving a damn about the questioning look he gets for it.

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König will definitely be confused and don't know what to do when he can't find the hook. (It was wireless bra.)

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I've found myself liking baby trap content more than i should, so i decided to write one.

About 'when' they want to baby trap you. (Not all of them, though.)

Warnings: baby trapping, mention of breeding kink.

Price: When he wants you to settle down with him. When he wants you to start a family with him. He won't hesitate to give you a reason to.

Ghost: When you are discharging from the army and going back to your hometown. It's not like you're breaking up with him for that, but he could not take it. (Especially when your hometown isn't in England and you're going back to your country.)

König: From the moment he fell in love with you. He has a breeding kink and always wanted to baby trap you.

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No one asked but uhhhh baby trapping headcanons

cw: baby trapping. As stated. And dubcon.

Gaz tells you he’ll buy you plan B in the morning. He has no intention of doing that, and he also knows you well enough to know that you’ll forget to ask.

Soap promises to pull out. Promise! But then you end up feeling so good, he just can’t help it…

Ghost tells you he’s been snipped, so it’s fine. He has not been, and it is not fine.

Price is replacing your birth control with sugar pills. Isn’t it so unlucky— well, you know those things are never 100% effective, darl’.

König is tampering with the condoms. Either buying ones that are too small so they rip while he’s inside you, or just poking holes in them. He loves the classics!

Nikolai has you switch positions, and pulls off the condom when you turn around. He laughs as he asks you how his raw cock feels, knowing you’re too drunk on his dick to really fight him off.

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What Would I do?-Simon "Ghost" Riley

A/N: I woke up, wrote this in the middle of the night, listened to my sleeping playlist and decided that you could need this, so...here you go. All the events aren't written in chronological order, but rather moments at random that lead to something...I won't spoil this part, so read it, babes. I know this isn't to the quality of the latest ones I've put out but just bare with me on this one, I had a lot of ideas! And you’re more than welcome to search the title on Spotify, it’s a good song that obviously matches this fic

-- F!Reader, established!relationship, fluff, boyfriend!simon --

Boyfriend, what a word for a man like him. Is it the sweetness of your touch? Could it be the way you are so gentle with him? Maybe it's the way he found himself driving to your place instead of his own after a long day of work. Whatever it is, the answer to all his problems is you. You, you, you, and lovely you. 

From the beginning, he told you he isn't a man that will ever be called a husband. You, of course–saddened by this comment–just nodded and accepted it. He always meant it because, with the life he's had, there is no way in hell he would want to add to his worries. Plus, he doesn't need love, doesn't need the companionship. It's just him and the stress he carries. 

Then, you came in. 

"Before we begin this, I won't ever marry you, I'm not sorry if you feel bad, it's just my decision." He states and since it's a fresh relationship, you nod, "I understand." 

From then on, he didn't need to remind you. It was always in the back of your head that no matter what, he'd stay a boyfriend. Even now, five years into a relationship. Living in separate places, and different friend groups, your love for him persists and you stay through the good and bad. Maybe it's because even if you'll never wear the wedding dress in your Pinterest board, you will have him, for however long he'll have you. Please, god let it be forever. 

--

"I can't sleep," you say over the phone. This is how it started. How after one year together, he finds himself driving to your place, you didn't ask for it but he won't let your insomnia ruin your day off. What is it about you that has him finding ways to make your life better? Could it be that you drove to pick him up one time from the airport? Maybe it's the way kissing you feels? No, that can't be. Is it that you understand him? Maybe. 

Whatever it is, he unlocks your front door with the spare key you gave him. As he approaches your room, he finds you listening to the song you said reminds you of him. What's this weird feeling in his chest? Why does this scene make him feel warm? Goosebumps, no, he never gets goosebumps. 

He pushes your door gently and you turn around. "Simon, hi," you immediately pause the song, hoping he didn't recognise it in time. But he did and that caused him to smile—oh silly girl. "Hi, lovie," his voice much softer now. Hesits down, wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your head. "What's in that pretty head of yours, hm?" he asks and at the same time, you find yourself to be more comfortable in his hold. 

"Everything," you mumble and that's when you hear that deep and soft chuckle of his.

Within five minutes, he finds himself lying in bed with you, holding a book he found on your nightstand. He looks down at you, your head resting on his chest, right where it belongs. 

As you close your eyes, that's when you hear it, he starts to read out loud. Usually, he would just lay in bed until you fell asleep. But not tonight, something told him to just read to you. Is it that maybe he wants you to be comfortable? Toprovide you what you provide for him? Whatever it is, it has got him here. His voice is soothing, it's calming in many ways. He doesn't understand it, no matter how many times you explain that you love it. 

--

"Lovie?" he calls out to you when he arrives at your place. This is the first time he calls you a pet name. It feels...odd but good to do this. He steps further into your place, the lights are dim, something he knows you love because it makes the rooms more "aesthetically pleasing to walk into". "Love?" he calls out and that's when panic sets in. 

You always answer, to the first time he calls your name. 

He rushes into your room, only to see you asleep. There is a moment when his gaze softens. It's almost comical how much he has changed. How much he has wanted to change. 

He was never like this with past partners, I mean he did like them and all but with you, he is trying and trying to understand all your creases, to become someone worthy of much more than that sweet smile you give him. So, he leans by the doorway to your bedroom and watches you sleep. 

How can someone be so beautiful at all times? How can you make him feel so...good? So safe and happy? God, he loves you. And as he watches you sleep, he feels his chest warm up, something odd and for a second it feels like he is getting a heart attack. But then he realises it.

He is in love...true love. 

--

"What's this?" he asks as one day he finds you, sitting by the dining table with a cake and a candle. 

"It's your birthday, and I know you don't celebrate but...maybe this can be a one-time thing," your voice soft and that's when he feels his chest tighten. He drops his bags, makes sure the door is locked and sits beside you. He pulls you onto his lap and wraps his arms around you. You light up a singular candle, holding the small cake to him. 

At this moment, when the only light comes from the candle and the kitchen hood lights, he can take his mask off and appreciate how you gently sing for him. This was the first time he celebrated his birthday, well...first time in over a decade where it felt good to do so.

When he blows the candles, his gaze shifts from the cake to you. You kiss his forehead and his brows furrow whilst his eyes close. God, this is home. "Happy birthday, Simon," you whisper as you set the cake down. 

Maybe heaven is real after all. His faithless prayers were answered and his angel arrived. 

--

Coughs, headaches and long naps.

Simon has been sick for three days so far and has possibly got the best nurse around. You.

"Eat–"

"I'm not hungry, y/n," he says but you give him that mum look. "Eat, Simon." you persist and he sighs, opening his mouth as you feed him a spoonful of soup. You smile as you watch him eat. It worries you that this is the first meal he actually accepts but you're also content about it. "S'good," he comments and you nod. Of course, it's good, you think. 

As you leave the room to get him some warm tea, he lays there, appreciating the past days. He wouldn't admit it but he loves this, loves to get pampered by you. It's the first time in so long that where feels cared for, like someone out there means all the little things they do to make him feel better. 

--

Dinner at your family's house. He is nervous even though he's been here before. This time he feels different, there is something in the air tonight. He holds your hand as you walk through the threshold. 

Greeting family members was always the longest part but if you enjoy it, so will he. 'God, this wasn't me before you came in, Y/N,' he says to himself. 

Sitting around the family room, your sibling's children run around and while you get carried away talking and gossiping with your siblings, he finds himself being the centre of attention to all the children. "Uncle Simon, I want to fly like a plane again!" one of the younger kids exclaimed. You look around and see him there, holding a child in his arms, the biggest smile on him as he watches the child giggle while he parades them around the room as if they were a plane. 

He puts the child down, looks over at you and his gaze softens. Your heart melts at this. He has never looked so perfect like right now. 

On the drive home, he holds your hand in his as he drives. 

There is something in the air. Something sweet that screams future life. He looks over at you for a second then back at the road. That's how he finds himself picturing you and him, moving in together, settling down and running around the house you both call home, chasing your children while he tries to fix the light in the kitchen. 

Domesticty is what he craves when it's just you two.

--

There came a time when he lay in bed with you, shirtless with only his boxers on as he laid his head on your chest. Hisarms lazily resting at your sides, bodies intertwined while he listens to your heartbeat. Your hand caresses his back while the other runs from his neck to his hair. He hums, slowly mumbling about his day. Maybe after all havingsomeone isn't the end of the world. 

He closes his eyes, taking in the comfort of your hold, the bedsheets and the safety he feels at this exact moment. 

--

Three days, that's how long it took for a mission to last before he calls you, mid-day for him, midnight for you. "My love, where are you?" he asks in a panic. "Home, why? Is everything okay?" you ask before he cuts you off. "I was taking a nap and dreamt that you died," he says, nearly out of breath. 

"Trust me, it will be hard to get rid of me, you've got me for at least thirty lifetimes," you say with a smile and he can hear it. He loves it when you distract him with witty comments. "I better have you for more than thirty, my love," he says at that moment, the nickname feels right. More than right. He wants to keep calling you that until his dying breath. 

--

It was a random evening. You were stuck figuring out some hobby of yours as he cooked dinner. And as he waits for the food to be done baking he leans on the counter and looks out the window. 

He thought about the one time he dodged a failed relationship with you. 

What if you hadn't sat down and talked it out? Would you be in another man's arms? Would you be giving them the kisses that belong to him? What if your cuddles belonged to another guy? 

Your laugh rings in his ears and he can't imagine you laughing at any other man's jokes but his. Who but you to laugh at his jokes, your hand on his shoulder or chest as your eyes crinkle at the corners like always? 

It hits him suddenly that all those years ago when he told you that he would never be someone's husband should have never been said. You know why. It is because he won't be someone's husband, not when in his mind he has been yours all along. Sure he doesn't have the official title but the nose kisses you give him, the ones where he pretends to hate them with a grumble are something. 

--

"There is something, something I lied about years ago when I met you." he begins. You're in his lap, surely it isn't to end this sweet love. "I find myself hating on what I said, hating that it's been a lie. I love you," his voice softens at those three words, he sighs and looks into your eyes. "I have no idea what my life looks like from the outside, but when I look at my future, there is one thing I see," he clears his throat. "You, I see you and me. I always thought of myself as the guy everyone forgets about, because he had three friends and that was it."

He takes your hand in his, "And then, you came along, and I see a life, I see myself in ways I never did before. Youchanged me, you make me want to keep coming home, coming to hold you, to show you I will never break my promise." His lips find your knuckles, "I have no fucking idea what life is after you because I don't want a life after you, I want my life to be spent here. I have no clue what or who I was before you came into my life. What would I do without? No clue but I know what to do with you now," he looks into your eyes and you see how much he means every word. 

"Just promise me this, stay with me." he gently gets up and your gaze shifts as now you look up at him. "Stay, because I am nothing but a lifeless soldier, looking for someone and I'm done looking, y/n, I found you and that's all I need now," he says. 

He gets down on one knee, "Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?" He asks, his gaze full of so much hope and in that moment, your heart races. Tears well up in your eyes and you nod. Speechless but with a huge grin, you nod. 

"Yes," you manage to say. You don't even notice the ring, but you feel him slide it onto your ring finger. He smiles, like a child on Christmas as he gets up and embraces you, making sure this isn't him creating an illusion. 

"Oh, my love," his voice muffled, face buried in your neck. "I love you so much and I will prove to you that this wasn't a mistake. I will make you the happiest woman alive," he says, pulling away and kissing you with conviction. 

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Since I'm Korean, I'll probably talk to Horangi in Korean. Our native language.

König will get jealous. He might hug me from behind staring at Horangi. Wanting to know what we were talking about, but doesn't ask directly.

As for ghost, it's something deeper than mere jealous. Helplessness, maybe. Knowing that what we share is more than a language. It's cultural background. Even if he learn the language, he'll never understand me fully like Horangi will do. And Simon knows that.

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Behold! Octo with a Glocko!!!

(Chew his bullet before he shoots me)

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König NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: 18+, Mention of biting, Mention of stealing your underwear

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

- Clean you up. Whispers sweet nicknames/words. Give you a lot of kisses.

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

- Your butt. Loves to bite it(softly).

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

- Usually uses condom but always want to cum inside you.

- Asks (or even beg) for your permission to cum inside you.

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

- Stole your unwashed underwear and sniffed it while alone time. More than once.

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

- Definitely his first time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Loves to spoon you.

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

- Might make some nervous jokes.

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

- it's either well groomed or nature itself.

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

- Shower you with kisses and sweet nicknames.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- Like i said, with your unwashed underwear in his other hand, sniffing it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- The underwear thing is kink right...?

- Size difference kink (obviously)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- Somewhere private-very private.

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

- Everything about you. You can't even tell what turns him on.

- (But he loves your scent.)

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

- Humiliation or degradation. Either from you or from him.

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

- Loves to give you oral. Sometime he doesn't stop until you push his head away.

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

- slow and gentle, holding you tightly.

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

- Loves it. But it's usually oral since he knows that quick penetration could hurt you due to his size.

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

- He would love to try something new with you.

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

- Too much. Always ask for one more round.

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

- Don't like toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- It's usually him who get teased.

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

- Kind of vocal. Moans and sweet nicknames, something like that.

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

- Sometime gives oral with his mask on.

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

- Big. Too big. He has to make sure you're 'melted'. Even after that, can't put it all the way in at first.

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

- Very high. Like i said, you can't even tell what turns him on.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- Right after you fell asleep. Loves to watch your sleeping face while falling asleep.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: 18+, mention of public sex, mention of daddy kink, mention of marking

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

- He'll clean you up very gently.

- Thoroughly check if you were hurt.

- If you want anything else, you got it. He'll even go to grocery store in 2 am if you want something.

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

- His favorite part of your body must be your thighs. Leaves countless marks on it.

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

- Loves to cum on you. Especially on your belly and thighs.

- Then look down at you covered in his cum, Satisfied.

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

- Though about having a public sex but never did since he hate the possibility of someone seeing you.

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

- Not his first time, but not much experience. Didn't thought it's his things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Cowgirl. Love to guide you with his hand on your pelvis.

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

- Probably dead serious.

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

- Just keeping it clean.

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

- Doesn't say much but hold you tightly with a lot of kisses.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- Doesn't do it often. But when he is away and have a thought about you, he might.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- 'Daddy' kink: Didn't know it was his thing. But when you said 'daddy' in the middle of making love, he went wild, keep asking questions like 'who's your daddy?' or 'who's fucking you right now?' And when you said 'I'm yours, daddy.', he lost it.

- Marking: Loves to leave marks on you and loves it when you leave it on him. He usually keeps it subtle-not too obvious but visible.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- Your house.

- No public sex. Doesn't want anyone to see you. (But had a thought about having it.)

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

- You. Especially when you beg him.

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

- Something that could hurt you. Including any bruises other than markings.

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

- Loves to receive an oral but only when you want too.

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

- Starts slow but end up being rough and fast. But he knows your limit and doesn't overdo it.

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

- When you fire him up in the public, he might take you home and have quickies.

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

- No risks. Especially something that might hurt you.

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

- Til the sun rises. Only if you want.

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

- Have a flashlight. But don't use it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- He will edge you, by stopping or slowing down right before the orgasm.

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

- Not so much. Voice low, Growls and groans, Some swears.

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

- He loved it when he got out of the shower and saw you sitting on the bed, naked.

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

- Thick in the middle

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

- Without you? Not so much.

-But with you? He can spent the whole weekend in bed.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- Not until he makes sure you got your aftercare.

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