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[gothicgaycowboy]

❤︎ Jacaerys Targaryen NSFW alphabet ❤︎

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

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

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

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

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

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

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

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

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

K = Kink (what are they into?)

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

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

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

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

[gothicgaycowboy]

accidentally breaking aegon’s nose by riding his face too hard

I was finally able to write something short and sweet aren’t you proud of me 🤭? as always this is my modern aegon who’s parents are rhaenyra and alicent, hope you enjoy it<3 (1.2k words)

You’d think by now you would know how to sit on your boyfriend’s face, but to be fair it wasn’t really your fault.

Aegon had been working you up all day knowing you would be too busy with work to get a moment away. From texting you every dirty thing he wanted to do to you, to sending you pictures of him laying in your bed with his half-hard cock telling you how much he missed you. You didn’t understand what had gotten into him. He’d always had a high libido but he wasn't usually such a tease about it.

Whatever it was though, it worked on you. You had gotten almost no work done, way too distracted by the spam of dirty messages. Just when you thought he was giving you a break, a familiar vibration pulsed from your phone. At that point you knew the drill, make sure no one was around before clicking on the notification.

Aeggs: he's so lonely without you :(

Accompanying the text was a photo of him; naked thighs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned revealing the chain that dangled around his neck, hand squeezing around the tip of his pink leaking cock as it dripped down his pale fingers.

At that moment you craved nothing more than to lick his hand clean, and suck the rest of his cum out of his beautiful cock. Your thighs squeezed together so hard you were sure they would be sore the next day.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you may or may not have deceived your boss into thinking you were too ill to continue working. Faking being sick is something that everyone has done at some point in their lives—maybe not to go home and fuck their slutty boyfriends but still.

He didn’t even get a word in before you directed him. “Bed, now.”

He may not have been known as the smartest of all his brothers but he could follow orders like no other. By the time your clothes hit the floor Aegon was already laid bare before you. The sight he’d been teasing you with all day, finally within your reach.

“Don’t make me wait for it, baby,” a cocky smile graced your boyfriend’s pink lips. The fucking nerve of him.

“Me, make you wait? Me, tease you? Oh you’re gonna get it now.” You crawled over his body placing your legs on either side of his neck. “Put your hands where I can see them. You’re not allowed to touch me for that shit you pulled earlier, but I’m going to enjoy myself.”

He nodded obediently to your demands, clearly eager to get to work on your ‘punishment’. Without another word you plopped yourself down onto his waiting mouth, tugging his silver hair into your hands like a lead.

His tongue found its way to your clit quicker than it ever had before, causing you to jump with surprise. No matter how many times you two had sex you were always shocked by how fucking good he was at it. “Fuuck, Aegon,” Despite being in control this time you couldn’t help the submissive whines that spilled out of you.

The movements of Aegon’s mouth became more intense as his confidence tended to boost when you made ‘pretty noises’ for him—his words, not yours. His tongue expertly created a pattern of movements through your lips, dipping back and forth from your aching clit to your desperate hole, occasionally sucking at your bud until you could feel your pulse running through it.

He was like a man starved despite the fact that you had just done this very thing the night prior.

“You like that baby?” His question was mumbled against your pussy.

You sighed out of your nose just as upset as you were turned on that he was still so pleased to have you denying him any affection after the stunt he pulled today. “No talking.” Your tone was as harsh as you tugged harder at his locks until his face was completely flush to your cunt.

Still he persisted at his usual strenuous pace. You wanted to cry from pleasure, toes curling on both sides of your boyfriends head. Your hips began to rock at their own speed, meeting his mouth with equal eagerness.

“Yes just like that,” The vibrations of Aegons moans against you soaking core making it impossible to hold off your impending orgasm much longer. You were already so close and it felt like it had just started. Honestly it was a wonder to you how you managed to last even this long with how pent up you were all day.

“I’m gonna come, fuck,” Aegon let out a clear groan of encouragement underneath you. Unconsciously your pelvis began grinding harder against the Targaryen’s face, his nose bumping against your clit when it wasn’t being sucked between his lips. Your back arched as you visualized your peak coming to an end.

Harder.

Faster.

Pelvis meeting skull in a storm of passion.

Without meaning to, you slipped higher up your boyfriend’s face while grinding against him, desperate to reach your end. That’s when you felt it.

Crack.

You broke his fucking nose.

You acted swiftly, pulling yourself off him and making sure he was at least still alive. You gently tugged his face in your hands to gaze in your direction, getting a better look to assess the damage. “Fuck baby are you okay? I’m so sorry, oh shit—” his nose was leaning to the left side of his face with dark streams of blood leaking out of each nostril.

His eyes welled up slightly with tears in his waterline. “Why’d you stop?” Was the first thing out of his mouth.

You were completely blown away by his seeming lack of concern for his own safety. “You’re fucking joking right? Aegon, I broke your nose!”

“Yeah but you were almost done anyway.” He defended, looking more upset that you didn’t come than his bloodied nose.

A smile grew across your lips. How could one person manage to be so frustrating yet so cute at the same time? Your thumbs rubbed softly at the sides of his injured face. “You really are something you know that?” You laughed.

“Thank you.” He grinned before wincing at the pain of moving his face.

“We have to get you to the ER.” You moved away from him, running around the room to pick up both your clothes and dress yourself.

“But you haven’t even—” you cut him off before he could finish his stupid sentence.

“My orgasm is not nearly as important as making sure I didn’t permanently fuck up your nose. Get dressed, please, I’m going to get you an ice pack for that.” You pointed to the centre of his face.

He made a pouty noise but complied nonetheless, tugging some tissues out from the bedside table to absorb the blood running down his face.

You walked to the freezer, pulling out the cold compress. When you made your way back into the room you found a fully dressed Aegon who looked like the cat who ate the canary. You stood in front of him pushing the compress delicately against his nose. “What’s got you so excited all of a sudden?”

He smirk became wider. “Just thinking about how proud my mums will be when I tell them how I broke my nose.”

Your cheeks heated at his words. The image of his mothers mortified faces as he explains to them in detail how his injuries were caused entering your mind. “You’re not funny.”

“Oh I’m quite serious, they’ll be happier than when they found out I actually managed to get into a university without bribing anyone.”

You found out just how genuine he was being a couple days later when he dialed them up on speaker phone for you to hear.

[gothicgaycowboy]

✦ Aegon ii Targaryen NSFW alphabet ✦

My modern Aegon’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent and he’s bisexual <3

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

If you’re in a relationship he can be very affectionate. Making sure you are well taken care of after intense sex or even just getting water and a snack after gentle sex because he can get pretty hungry after it himself. It’s hard work.

However if you’re just a casual hookup he’s not nearly as concerned. He’s confident in himself enough to know you are satisfied after all is said and done but he’s a bit of a dickhead. He’ll give you a sloppy kiss and a pat on the ass as a goodbye but that’s about it. You’ll know he had a good time if he leaves you his number before heading out the door.

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

Honestly, his cock. He loves how you look taking it and how you moan when he pushes it in for the first time. He’s also a big fan of when you praise it specifically ‘your cock feels so good aegon’ ‘your dick is so pretty’ etc.

When it comes to a partner he’s an equal opportunist when it comes to tits and ass. He loves to suck on tits until they are dripping with his saliva and to watch them bounce as you ride him. For your ass he’s a big believer in smacking in and outside of the bedroom, as well as gripping it while he pounds into you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He’s open to cumming wherever you want him to but he’s a big fan of cumming on you. Your ass, your tits, your face, you name a part of your body and he will cum on it. What can he say, he’s always been artistic and painting you with his cum is no exception.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to be pegged desperately. He’s fucked many guys before but he’s never loved bottoming as much as topping.

But the idea of you in a cute little lingerie getup and strap-on railing him while you sing sweet praises in his ears? That’s a whole other story. He’s jerked off to the idea many night in a row but he hasn’t quite gotten the courage yet to ask you. Maybe someday soon.

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

Let’s face it Aegon is a slut. You think of gender a identity and he has been with them more than once and does that experience ever come in handy with you.

He’s got you crying from pleasure night after night and never seems to tire of it.

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

Reverse cowgirl all the way. The visual of you bouncing on top of him, hips rolling, ass jiggling with your back arched, his hands on your tits, is the fastest way to make him cum. He also loves pulling your face towards him so he can still kiss you.

Extra points if you do it in front of your mirror so he can watch you fall apart and see your breasts bounce with your movements.

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

Depends on the moment.

If either of you make a strange noise, or accidentally injure yourself he’s not too pompous to laugh it off and make a joke about it in the future. But he’s not going to ruin the heat of the moment by creating a comedy special in the middle of it all.

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

He doesn’t really have to shave downstairs to be well groomed. Targaryen’s don’t have much body hair and what they do have is soft and thin.

He does like to grow out his facial hair occasionally and it’s a good look on him. When he’s grown it out he tells you to ride his moustache often.

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

There’s two different types of sex with Aegon, the kind you started out with in the beginning of your relationship and still have: nasty, dirty, spit in your mouth kind of sex, and the kind you can only recently do: love making (even though he hates that phrase.)

He can be surprisingly romantic. He’s a fan of kissing during sex, holding hands, and eye contact.

He’s got all the duality you need.

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

24/7 365. If you’re not around to help him he will absolutely be indulging himself. He has a locked album on his phone filled with pictures and videos of you in compromising positions.

His favourite is the video you sent him of you playing with your pussy, legs spread, tits pulled out of your dress, knickers pushed to the side as you ride your fingers and moan his name. It makes him feel like you’re right there in the room with him.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

What isn’t he into is a simpler question.

He’s a versatile man in general so when he’s in dom mood he likes slapping you on both sets of cheeks but not enough to seriously hurt you. Because he never grew up with a father and the word means almost nothing to him he loves to be called daddy. A little bit of voyeurism. Overstimulation is also a good way to get him going without even having to touch him. Nothing brings him as much pleasure as watching you squirm and whine as he makes you cum over and over again. He also likes to be a little condescending when he’s in charge: ‘what did you say baby? I can’t hear you over the sound your wet little cunt.’

When he’s feeling subby it’s a whole other ballpark. He loves being edged for hours, knowing he’s completely in your control. He’s a fan of being manhandled, chocking, slapping, scratching, anything is on the table for him if you’re up for it.

There’s much more he’s up for but at the end of the day all he wants is to be praised no matter what you two are doing.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

For how kinky he is his favourite basic location is his bed. He’s up to do it truly anytime and anywhere but nowhere feels better than his soft mattress.

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

Almost anything will get him going. He’s turned on most of the time. But seeing you taking interest in something he enjoys will always push him over the edge. He remembers going on a rant to you about his favourite album and he glanced up to see you looking at him with genuine interest, and love in your eyes and he doesn’t think he’s gotten harder faster in his.

Looks-wise he adores the sight of you in nothing but a t-shirt and knickers. Morning breath be damned if he sees you wearing that it’s game over. You’ve told him many times you’d be happy to put some sexy lingerie on but he always reassures you he’s just as turned on seeing you in that.

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

He never wants to actually hurt you. The first time you had sex and cried you had to reassure him it was from pleasure and not pain so he would touch you again. Any bodily fluids besides spit and cum is completely out of the question.

Also he’s got two moms so calling anyone mommy is a no-no.

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

He loves both.

When it comes to giving he could do it all day long. The image of you either sat on his face or lying above him is something he couldn’t describe with words how hot it makes him feel. Your legs as earmuffs is the greatest gift he could ever get. He’s incredibly skilled, his tongue (which is pierced by the way) and jaw never seeming to get tired.

He swears you are the best head he has ever gotten. Your lips wrapped around him makes him understand why people can believe in the afterlife. He also love the sight of you looking up at, eyes wide as you swallow him down your throat.

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

It can go either way depending on his mood.

After a bad day he will most likely take out his frustration by pounding into you until both of you can’t remember your names. The grip he has on your hips leaving bruises the next day. One time he even managed to break your bed frame (don’t worry he paid for a new one).

Morning sex tends to be much more tender and romantic. Slow kisses and shallow thrusts before both of you have to go out into the real world.

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

Whenever there’s time for one he’ll make it happen. He doesn’t care how inconvenient it is, if he has opportunity to fuck you he will take it 100% of the time.

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

He’s lived his life by the motto of try anything once. He even has a whole day dedicated to it.

When you were about 3 months into your relationships you took it as your chance to bring up experimenting and he was so excited. You tried roleplaying, bdsm, wax play, and exhibitionism all in 24 hours.

After that you both decide that one day a month if the other person brought up something they wanted to try you would try it, and anything else that came to mind for both of you.

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

You swear there is nothing that can stop Aegon when he’s horny. Your personal record together is 3 and a half hours with no breaks.

Sometime you tap out before he does.

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

He’s got a collection in his bedside drawer: all different types of vibrators, butt plugs, dildos, and fleshlights in all different colours.

He was always up to using them on you especially the vibrators and butt plugs. Pushing them into all your holes as you moaned into his mouth. And you using them on him? That was a wet dream.

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

He likes to be teased more than he likes to tease you. The fun in sex for him (other than the fact that it just feels amazing) is watching you succumb to pleasure, not to deny you anything.

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

He’s pretty vocal. Moans, grunts, gasps all leaving his mouth in the moment. He also gets vocal with his words praising you in all the ways you like.

‘You feel so fucking good darling’ ‘you were made for me only, right?’ ‘I want you to cum for me, please baby’

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He really wants to have a threesome with you. He’s been a little shy to bring it up because he doesn’t want you to feel insecure, or think the reason he wants to is because you aren’t satisfying him and feel pressured to do it. But the idea of you making out with some other guy/girl while he fucks you really turns him on.

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

His cock is pretty average in size, around 6 inches and decently thick but it’s a beautiful sight. Pink tip with juicy vein running down the underside. Every time you see it you just want to put it in your mouth.

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

Once he starts he can’t be stopped. There’s not a day you’ve been together when you haven’t fucked. (Of course he’s up for period sex.)

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually gets a burst of energy after sex. He likes to make a nice snack after you’re done. If you’re feeling tired he’ll rub your back until you fall asleep and usually watch some television on a low volume after you’ve passed out before curling up next to you.

[gothicgaycowboy]

✮ Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet ✮

My modern Aemond’s parents are Rhaenyra and Alicent <3

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

At first he’s not really sure what to do. He’s a bit awkward when it comes to dealing with the aftermath of these things. But he is nothing if not eager to learn.

Once he understands what you need he will be more than happy to provide it whether it be checking in on you verbally or just holding you after it’s over.

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

He’s a big fan of his hands now. He didn’t really think about them much before, but when you pointed out how much you liked them he began to appreciate them more. He likes how large and strong they are and how quickly he can make you cum with them.

He’s a tits man all the way. Big or small he doesn’t really care he just likes looking at them, sucking on them, and squeezing them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

He’s got a not so secret breeding kink. He doesn’t actually want kids right now but if you let him cum inside of you it’s game over.

‘You want me to fill you up don’t you? Want all my cum inside you so everyone will know you belong with me, hm?’

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s got a real bad librarian fetish.

He’s embarrassed of how cliche it is. He’s not exactly sure why it happened, but he remembers one day accidentally stumbling upon Aegon’s porn mag collection and coming across a spread of a woman in a library wearing small framed glasses, her hair just pulled out of an up-do, wearing no shirt with her tight pencil skirt hiked up to pussy without any knickers on.

He ripped the spread out of the magazine knowing that if Aegon told their mums about it he would be in just as much trouble for owning a magazine like that. He doesn’t know how many times he wanked off to that picture, but he had to stop once the picture became too crumpled to even make out the shape of the woman anymore.

Maybe one day he’ll get the courage to ask you to do a little librarian role play with him.

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

Aemond didn’t go through the classic teenage boy slag phase like all his other brother’s did. He didn’t lose his virginity till he was 19 but that doesn’t mean he’s a dud — on the contrary he’s probably the most educated about sex out of all his siblings.

His love of knowledge didn’t stop outside of school hours. He spent everyday after class making sure that when the time was right and he found the right person it would be just as good for them as it would be for him.

Did this lead him down some rabbit holes of knowledge about things a teenager boy shouldn’t know? Yes absolutely.

Did he regret it? Definitely not.

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

Cowgirl. He loves watching you bounce on top of him, biting your lower lip to keep quiet for the neighbours.

He also enjoys the fact that it’s a position where either of you can be in control. There’s been many time where you have started out in control until he grips onto your hips slapping the skin of your ass against the front of his thighs.

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

Definitely more serious. There isn’t anything Aemond doesn’t take 100% seriously most of the time and sex isn’t any different. When it’s happening he’s a man on a mission.

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

Completely shaven bare, not that there was much hair to shave in the first place.

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

He’s surprisingly romantic in the moment. He knows what being used feels like and he never wants you to feel that way. Even when he gets rough he always reassures you it’s all for your pleasure.

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

Almost never. He would much rather have you touch him than have to do it himself. He’s patient enough to wait if he must.

And when he knows he won’t see you for a while wether that be because one of you is going out of town, or just busy with work, he’ll request you send him some scandalous photos so he won’t miss you as much. That or phone sex.

K = Kink (what are they into?)

He’s a secret fem dom enjoyer, not necessarily in the traditional whips and chains way but he just likes it when you take control. Bossing him around, praising him, maybe a few smack here and there.

He’s also all about giving what he gets. Being called sir whenever he’s in charge while he simultaneously praises and degrades you. It’s a balancing act he throughly enjoys.

And some good old fashioned exhibitionism on the side.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

He really likes having sex on your couch because there’s a few positions that are way more comfortable there than on your bed. If he’s feeling adventurous he’ll definitely be up for bathroom sex (clean bathroom sex that is, he’s not an animal).

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

He likes a challenge. Whenever you tease by telling him you’re not wearing any underwear, or playing footsies with him under the table, he is instantly growing a tent in his slacks.

He makes it his goal to get you back every time and get you back he does.

He’s also just a sucker for you dressing up for him. Lingerie or skimpy dress, if you’re wearing it, he is ripping it off.

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

He can’t deal with anything unsanitary or unsafe. Choking you a little? Sure of course. Choking up with a belt? Not happening. He knows how fragile the human windpipe is.

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

He feels guilty about it but he definitely prefers receiving. It’s not like he hates giving — trust he can eat pussy like nobody’s business, but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock is something nothing else could compare to in his mind. If you offer to let him fuck your throat he will take that opportunity so fast you won’t even be able to comprehend what’s happening before you’re kneeling on the floor.

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

He can go either way but more often than not it’s pretty rough. You have spent many nights at his place and woken up the next morning with a limp and a sore ass.

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

He’s alright with them. They’re not his favourite because he doesn’t like to feel rushed when he’s fucking you — he takes his time, but if it’s the only option he needs his fix of you more than he needs to wait for the next time he has enough time to take it slow.

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

He’s not really experimental but if you tell him something you’re interested in trying he’s down to try it at least once (unless it’s one of his hard nos of course).

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

He’s a pretty physically active guy and that shows with his stamina. He usually only taps out once he’s dehydrated.

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

Aemond doesn’t own any himself but he likes using the ones you own on you, especially the vibrator. He thinks it’s incredibly dumb when guys view sex toys as competition rather than tools that can be used to make sex better.

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

World’s biggest tease. It’s part of the fun of the game you two play together. Sitting across from each other at dinner with his family is pure torture for both of you. Sucking way too long on your dessert spoon while he wipes the corner of his mouth with his finger so he can suck it clean.

If he’s in a teasing mood he makes it everyone else’s problem. His poor mothers just wanted a nice innocent family dinner.

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

Not too loud when it comes to sounds besides grunts but a dirty little mouth on him. Runs in his family.

‘You’re my dirty whore, you know that right?’ ‘That’s it, cum all over my cock for me’

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon)

He has a throughly put together sex playlist. It’s a bunch of different genres and artists and he spent months working on it before he had sex for the first time.

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

Two words. Big balls.

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

Again he’s a pretty active guy, it’s like he’s in a competitive sport where the only competition is himself and the only goal is to fuck you until he physically cannot move anymore.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can get pretty worn out after it’s done but he has a rule never to pass out before you. He’s a romantic in that way.

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Bestfriend!Eddie finding out you have nipple piercings

A/N: 18+ Just a quick horny drabble since Eddie lives in my head rent free (this was supposed to be short I swear but I ended up at 2.8k because I have no self control)

It started with a stupid argument. 

“You can't possibly think you have a higher pain tolerance than me,” Eddie scoffed. 

After yet another bland day at Hawkins High you and Eddie decided to unwind at his place. His Uncle was out working at the plant as per usual so you had the place to yourselves. Eddie, taking full advantage of this, played his Black Sabbath tapes at almost full volume. You swore your ears were about to start bleeding from the pounding bass of the guitar. 

“Eddie, you once started crying because I was ‘tickling you too hard,’” you mimicked the whine of his voice.

“That is so unfair and you know it!” Eddie pointed his finger at you with accusation. “You were tickling me a week after I broke my ribs,”

You leaned back on his bed frame raising your hands up in defeat. Eddie was laying on the opposite end of the bed. “Okay, fine that was a low blow I’ll admit,” you paused to collect your thoughts. “But what would make you believe you have some kind of god like tolerance for pain?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, like the answer was incredibly obvious. “Oh come on!” he tugged down the collar of his shirt, revealing the skull inked on his chest. “I believe my sick tatties put me at an advantage.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at him but you found yourself unable to look away. Of course your closest friend had to be exactly your type.

Eddie had been your best (and maybe only) friend since he got held back in the eighth grade, when he was still knee-deep in his awkward phase. It didn’t take long for him to grow out of it though; his skin cleared up, he grew out his hair to its current glorious length, and of course the tattoos. You’d often find yourself wondering if Eddie figured out your type and moulded himself to fit exactly that, but you knew this would be ridiculous. Eddie never conformed to anybody's standard and he definitely wouldn't change his look just to impress you. No, this was just a cruel punishment from the universe.

Fuck you universe! 

You eventually had the common sense to stop gawking at Eddies exposed chest. “Please Munson, I’ve had period cramps that hurt worse than your little stick n’ poke,” 

Eddie squinted in mock thought. “Maybe, but seeing as the pain of getting a tattoo is gender neutral and you are severely lacking in them,” his right hand lazily gestures to your tattoo-less body. “I think it’s safe to say I win.” A cocky smile made its way onto Eddies perfect lips.

The only reason Eddie would be able to win a dumbass competition like this was because he was more reckless than you. You had never broken a bone, fallen out of a moving van, or gotten your ass kicked. All of which Eddie had done. The one thing Eddie had on you, the one thing he did better; make stupid decisions.  

But you did have one wild card in your pocket. God, were you really gonna do this just to win some idiotic argument with Eddie? Absolutely. 

“Not so fast there, Eddie,” you cut off his current internal celebration. “What about piercings?” 

“Piercings?” he questioned with a perplexed look on his features, before-- as if a lightbulb had went off in his head-- his usual cockiness returned. “If you’re trying to pass off the ear piercings you got when you were a baby into this competition that’s not gonna work sweetheart. And frankly it's just plain sad.” he chuckled, shaking his head at you. 

“Eddie...” you spoke with a face of faux disappointment. “You should know me better than that.”

He was grabbing a can of coke to sip when you finished your sentence. 

“I’m talking about my nipple piercings,” you said in the most nonchalant tone. 

Eddie began coughing hysterically. This seemed accurate to the reaction you were expecting.

Soon after Eddies coughing ceased he raised his voice. “I don’t believe you,”

Well that was definitely not part of the reaction you expected. 

“What do you mean you don’t believe me?” you asked, annoyance very apparent in your voice. 

“I mean I don’t believe you,” he shook his head ever so slightly. “I don’t believe that yo-- you of all people would have nipple piercings.” 

“You calling me a liar Eddie?” 

“No, but hey, if the shoe fits,” he shrugged.

“You wanna be that way? Fine be that way!” You began pulling up the hem of your loose t-shirt up. God this was so stupid, this is so stupid!

“Whoa, what the hell are you--,” Eddie was cut off by your shirt suddenly hitting him in the face. 

You would say a silence filled the room but that was greatly untrue due to the Black Sabbath album still playing at a deafening volume. 

There you were, sitting in Eddies bedroom with your tits on display. The silver balls sticking out of your now peaked nipples catching the dim light. Oh you’ve fucked this up for sure. 

The song changes to Planet Caravan and still, not a word. You could see Eddie trying desperately to look at your face but it was almost like he was hypnotized. 

God you really needed to say something, anything. 

“Well, do you believe me now?”

It seems your words had broken Eddies trance. “Y-yeah, I mean I don’t have any way to deny it when they're literally staring me down right?” He stammered.

 You felt yourself become more self conscious, reaching over to cross your arms in front of your chest when Eddie stopped you, grabbing your left wrist. 

“No!” you froze at his words, feeling his touch burn into your arm. “Sorry,” he quickly added. “You don’t have to cover up-- I mean you can if you want to obviously, it's your body and all, but I don’t want you to...” he rambled, you've never seen Eddie this flustered. 

“Your piercings are…” Eddie let go of your arm and you dropped it to your lap. “really sexy.”

“Seriously?” you said in a low tone, doubting his sincerity. 

“Are you kidding?” he couldn't contain his smirk. “I’ve had wet dreams about this kind of stuff,” 

You wanted to call him gross but found yourself more flattered than you would ever willingly admit. The blood was rushing to your face making you feel hot.

“So—do they like, still hurt?” he stumbled through the question.

“No, not since they healed a couple months ago,”

Eddie eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. 

Maybe it was Eddie nerves that made you suddenly so confident, or maybe you were just horny enough. “You can touch them if you want to.” 

After a moment of hesitation Eddies ring clad hand reached up to graze your breast. You let out a small whine at the sensation of his cold rings against your now goose bumped skin. 

He became bolder, moving both hands to massage the soft flesh of your tits. “Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he muttered, pupils blown out with lust.

“Shut up and kiss me,” reaching out, you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips onto yours. They were just as soft as they looked. 

The kiss wasn’t anything overly aggressive, no “tongues battling for dominance”, just passion. It managed to feel completely natural and somehow as if it was your very first kiss all over again.

A gentle flick of his tongue licked its way past your lips, causing you to let out a small whimper.

“Even the sounds you make are hot,” Eddie groaned against your mouth.  He grabbed your waist to lift you into his lap as you squealed with delight from the fast pace of his tender motion.

You extended your legs around his lower back, holding him tight to your body. Feeling the wetness grow between your legs only made you anticipate more what was to come. 

Eddie pulled away from your lips for a brief moment before moving down towards where the skin of your neck met your jaw, leaving soft open mouthed nips at the sensitive flesh. Your head lulled back in pure bliss as your fingers gripped the roots of his unruly locks. Eddie moaned at the slight erotic pain.

Your hips had a mind of their own, rubbing your crotch against Eddies obviously bulging cock. 

Eddies lips lifted off your neck, hands gripping at your ass through the tiny jean shorts you were wearing. “I’ve fantasized about this exact moment too many times to count,” the speech lightly slurred in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, what happens?” 

“Well first, I tell you how long I’ve wanted you, then I kiss your pretty lips till I need to catch my breath,” his face moves up to peck your lips, recreating his fantasy as he continues. “Then I take all your clothes off except for your panties,” he raises you onto your knees, fingers making quick work of undoing the button and zipper of your shorts, pulling them down to your ankles. 

Eddies mouth made its way down from the crook of your neck to the top of your chest. “I’d suck on your perfect tits,” looking up at you through his frizzy hair, he began licking at your pierced nipple. 

“Jesus, Eddie,”

“What is it baby, does that feel good?” he mocked. You tried to find something snarky to say but Eddie had turned your brain into a useless puddle. 

“Mhm,” you shook your head yes, biting your lip to keep from whining.

“I know it does.” he brought your other breast into his mouth, lightly tugging your nipple between his teeth.

“Eddie please,” your words barely coherent.

“what is it sweetheart?” he wrapped his arms around your waist tracing shapes on your back, his chin resting on your chest.

“Fuck me, please,” 

“Well I was going to eat you out next, but when you ask me so nicely how can I refuse?” 

Eddie backed away from you momentarily to lift his shirt, exposing the spread of tattoos littering his torso. While he reached to undo his belt you quickly discarded your underwear to the floor of his room.

You watched him undress with a fascination you had never felt previously. With your exes you never took the time to really study their body's, they moved too fast and before you knew it the sex was over. But with Eddie you wanted to be able to memorize every part of him before he got the chance to put his clothes back on.

Eddie had finished removing his clothes, giving you a swift smile before lightly pushing your shoulder till you were laying on your back. He hovered over you briefly before leaning forward fro a kiss. This kiss somehow more tender than the first. 

“You sure you’re ready?” he whispered into your ear. God, even the way he asked a simple question turned you on.

Unable to trust yourself to create a coherent sentence you moved his hand down your body until you reached your throbbing pussy.

Eddies contoured into a look of pure shock. “Wow, you weren't kidding, your soaked for me.”

You could only whine in response.

“As flattered as I am sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to give me a real answer,”

“Yes- Eddie, I’m ready, please,” The words were so quiet you could barely hear them yourself.

“Alright baby, I won’t make you beg anymore,” You were about to break down into hysteric ‘thank you’s but the feeling of Eddies cock stretching you out cleared all thoughts from your head.

“Mmmh,” you definitely underestimated how much he would fill you. 

You gripped Eddie’s shoulders, feeling the crescent moon shapes form in his pale skin. He slowly inched the tip of his cock into you, the speed of your breathing picking up with every slow movement. 

“You're so wet and yet you still have a hard time fitting all of me in this tight little pussy of yours, hmm?” you didn't need to be able to see his face to know there was a cocky smirk plastered on it. 

Tears began pooling in your eyes at the sensation of pain and pleasure Eddie was causing.

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie said with genuine concern.

“Yeah just give me a second,” He wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes, kissing your face with a wisp of tenderness. Like he was afraid of hurting you with his lips. Eddie migrated down to your neck, hands grazing up and down the expanse of your thigh. 

You both stayed like this for what felt like an eternity before the pain steadily turned into pleasure. 

“I’m really ready now,” you sighed, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself. 

“Well, you said that last time and I think you may overestimated yourself,” 

“Eddie please just fuck me,” you pleaded, feeling more desperate than ever. 

Eddie gave you one last kiss before slowly moving his hips, the gentle strokes making your inner walls flutter. It felt like Eddie already knew just the right spot to hit, every thrust seeming meticulously planned.

“You ever thought about this, fucking me?” Eddies left hand coming up to gently grasp your throat, thumb caressing your pulse. Who would have known Eddie Munson was such a tease. He always had a dirty mouth but he really just showcased it for ‘the guys’, seeming too in his head about scaring you off or something. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question princess,” His gentle hold on your neck became ever so slightly tighter; just enough to slow down the blood flow but not enough to cut off your airways. 

“Yes, yes Eddie, everyday- shit,” 

“What do you dream about sweetheart?” his pace picked up causing a whimper to leave your lips.

“I’ve thought about, what your fingers would feel like inside mmeh~ and how heavy your cock would be on my tongue-” 

“Christ what are you trying to do to me?” he sighed, his cock twitching inside your pussy. 

Eddies right hand moved between your thighs, rubbing your clit to match the pace of his thrusts. your Inside feeling like the just right wind-up. 

“I’m gonna come Eddie, please don't stop- fuck me,” Your usually calm tone unrecognizable due to your fucked out state.

“Oh yeah, you wanna come for me baby?”

“Yes, please let me come for you,” you started matching his movements desperate to have the head of his cock meet every inch of you. 

“Such a good girl for me baby- That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock, use me,” His voice coming out weak between low groans. 

His dirty words only drew you closer to the edge. Your hands migrated from his shoulders to his hair, pulling his soft lips to meet yours. The tears from earlier making a comeback from pure ecstasy. 

“I need you to come for me baby, please,” Eddies words were muttered against your lips but he didn’t need to ask you twice. Your walls contracting around his cock, like a rubber band snapping. your hips bucked up to meet his in a blind moment of pleasure. Moans swallowed between Eddies lips.

“I knew you could do it sweetheart,” Eddies thrusts becoming increasingly more erratic as he got closer and closer to his climax. “You're so fucking beautiful when you come,”

Once you regained full consciousness you began running your hand across Eddies back, encouraging him to his finish. 

“Your turn now Eddie, come for me,” you whimpered into his ear, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth. 

“Where do you want it princess?”

“Inside, fill me with your cum Eddie make me yours,” you clenched when you said it, becoming turned on again at the very thought of Eddie filling you up.

“Fuck!” you felt Eddie paint your insides, giving you every last drop you wanted. 

Eddie thrusts halted to a stop, head falling from exhaustion into the corner of your neck.

You both remained in this position, taking the time to calm your breathing and remember how normal humans moved their bodies. You felt like every muscle in your body had been replaced with jello. Eddie pulled out his now softened cock with a groan, cum dripping out of you.

When Eddie landed on his back he pulled you onto his chest, your head over his heart, hearing the decelerating beat.

A few moments of silence pass now that the album had finished playing its last song.

“Well...shit,” you giggled, Eddie let out a short huff of a laugh.

“Shit indeed sweetheart,”

“Guess this means our friendship is ruined,” you lifted yourself up, chin resting on your hands on Eddies chest. 

He pushed his arms behind his head, “I think I might just like our new situation a little bit better,” he grinned.

“Me too,” you pushed up to meet his lips in a delicate kiss. 

Maybe showing Eddie your boobs to prove a point wasn't as terrible of an idea as you thought it was.