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arminsumi · 2 years ago

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I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS

G. Satoru — さとる ⋅ fem reader

🔞 mdni / mdnr / smut / n.sfw / 18+ content

NOTE: i took a 3 am thirst draft and made it a fucking fic wtf 🥴 i'm so dizzy over this one idk why i usually don't drool for my own smut but god damn this one is special to me. ik i post a lot about gojo atm and it's because i love him no apologies 👍

SUMMARY — making a cheeky comment leads to a long, steamy session in the bedroom with your husband, who's got a point to prove.

WARNINGS — nasty smut 🤤, rough sex, namecalling/nicknames (b*tch, good girl, baby, dirty girl, sweetheart), he's kinda mean, hubby gojo, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, messy/sweaty sex, daddy kink, p*ssy kiss (1), long session (3h), overstim, dirty talk (teasing, sweet, mean), incl. aftercare, lmk if i have missed smth thank u

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.3k

PLAYME — daddy

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

Your husband didn’t like that cheeky comment you made about his stamina and how fast he cums. He thought you were being pretty hypocritical, considering the fact that you cum sometimes solely because of lazy clit thumbing and shallow strokes.

“ Baby, careful what you say to me. “ he smiled at you in the kitchen, serenely washing the dishes after dinner. “ You know damn well that I could go for hours straight with no breaks. The only reason I don’t do that is because you’re too weak to handle it. ” he boasted confidently.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. That scepticism pissed him off so much that he stopped cleaning the dishes and violently threw the towel down. Your giggles rung sweetly in his ear while he scooped you off your feet and tossed you over his broad shoulder, strong build carrying you to the bedroom like he was on a mission.

He threw you down on the bed with the same force that he threw the towel down with, his hands quickly finding his phone and setting a stopwatch.

You were already giggling apologies, but he wasn’t listening. He tossed his phone onto the bed and dented the mattress with his weight as he climbed on top of you, feverish kisses nearly knocking the wind out of you.

“ I’m sorryh – mmf – ‘toruh – didn’t meanh ih – I’m sorryyy. ”

“ Save your sorries and spread your legs. Gonna have to be a little rough with you, angel. But you like that, huh ? Yeah ? Like it when daddy’s rough ? Mhm, I know. Probably like it when I’m pissed off like this, too.

You smiled. “ Yeahhh, I love it. ”

He smirked. “ Dirty girl. ”

Folding you in half and sinking his cock inside you, it felt like he was your enemy for a second with how he beat up your gummy walls with his mean cock; you were giggling and squirming about his playful roughness in the beginning, but now? You’re screaming, going dumb and limp. It makes him chuckle.

“ Fuck, baby, just look at you. ” he cooed, “ . . . just cumming over and over on this dick like a dumb bitch. I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it, didn’t I ? Uh-huh. I fucking told you so. Keep it together, it’s only been twenty minutes. Haha . . . and you were the one talking shit about my stamina ? Come on, apologize to me. Good girl. Tell daddy how sorry you are – haha, you cummin’? Yeah, ��can feel your pussy fuckin’ pulsing ‘round me – fuck that’s good. You like it when I’m mean, don’t you ? ”

“ Y-yesss ! Love it love it s'much Sa—to—ruuuh ! ” you panted frantically, body jiggling like jelly with each harsh thrust.

“ So cute and dumb. ” he cooed tenderly, as if he wasn’t rearranging your guts and breaking the bed.

“ Feel that, sweetheart ? Feel me sweating ? I know you like it when I’m this close, ‘like it when you can feel the sweat drip off my abs ‘n rub against your tummy ? Yeah, I know. Damn dirty bitch. Nah-uh, eyes on me. ‘S only been an hour don’t zone out on me. ”

Really, the concept of time flew out of your head when you were laying there taking him.

You’re shaking, gummy walls and sweet spots being beat up by your husband’s mean, yummy cock. The pressure inside you builds and builds until it snaps, and you scream his name in such a high pitch that it almost makes his ears ring. He laughs a little, watching as you writhe, trapped under his beefy body. He relishes in the feeling of your pussy pulsing as you cum, it brings him close, too. Before you know it, he’s pumping his cream deep inside, pounding into you like he’s trying to ruin your pussy and reshape it to fit only his cock.

“ Fuckin’ takin’ it so well, angel. Now ‘gimme another round. Get on your tummy – there we go, aw your legs are numb ? I don’t care. It’s only been an hour. You can hold on longer than that, can’t you ? ”

From the back, he fucks you so sensually and deeply that the two of you sweat sweat sweat it up. He insistently bundles up with you under the covers to make it extra toasty. The smell of sex is hot and pungent in your lungs, and inhaling yours and his arousal and scent of cum drives him crazy. Bodies wet and slippery, he’s made a sloppy mess of you before but not quite like this; his cheeks dampen, his hair sticks to his forehead; there’s little rivulets of sweat running down the center line of his abs, following along his v-line. There’s an ache in your thighs, you’re getting overstimulated but it’s so good. And listening to his ragged, heavy breathing behind you just brings on another orgasm.

“ Fuck, baby, ‘wish you could see yourself from this angle. ” he groans erotically, brows finally knitting together tightly as he loses composure and succumbs to his own sensitivity. “ Oh, angel, just cum. Don’t hold it in – cum cum cum yeahhh there we go – that’s my fucking girl. Cumming so pretty on this dick. You’re so fucking beautiful, ‘m gonna cum too. Sh-shit look at all that frothing up, feel that ? ‘so gooey and nasty. Hahhh-ahah I’m cumin’ – cumminggg ~ ”

You can practically hear the hearts in his voice when he cums, vocals straining and rasping against the nape of your neck. He lets out this one last primal sound before pumping you full of another load of thick creamy cum. You can feel him pulsing and twitching. He presses his weight onto your back a little too much, you can feel the tones of his sweaty torso and how wet and hot his body is.

“ Haha . . . fuck . . . ” he runs a hand through his hair, smiling down at the pretty mess on his dick. “ Baby, you did so good for me. You okay ? Did I go too hard ? ” he asks tenderly, nuzzling the back of your neck, just listening to your shaky breaths as you come down from your high.

“ I can’t feel my legs. ” you swallow, dazed smile on your face. “ So good . . . ”

“ Aw, sorry, angel. I’ve got you, come here. Ooh – where’s my – phone – let’s see how long you endured me for. ”

“ Felt like . . . forever . . . ”

He chuckled under his breath at that and leaned off the bed, reaching for his phone that had fallen right off the edge when he was making the bed violently shake earlier.

“ Ooh ! Baby, we’ve got a new record. Three hours. ”

“ Oh my god, no wonder I can barely fucking move . . . you’re a menace. ”

He smiles cheekily, “ Wanna make it four ? ”

“ Are you crazy ?! ”

“ Yes, of course. Don’t you love me for it ? ” he coos in a sultry voice, coming to press a loving kiss to your damp cheek.

You feel his weight lift off the bed, you tiredly peek at where he’s going and – of course, like the sweet husband he is, he’s getting you a towel. You can hear his exhausted huffs of breath. There’s cream running down your slit, some smeared across your pussy and frothed up.

He comes back into the room, smiling admiringly at your sleepy body. You’re sinking into the pillows, too tired to think.

“ ‘toru . . . ”

“ Angel ? ” he hums in response, slowly starting to clean you up from the thighs up. You feel his big hands massaging the numbness out of your legs.

“ I love you. ”

He smirks and presses a kiss to your pussy from the back, making you giggle. “ Love you too, my girl. No one makes me feel better than you do. Come here. Haha, are your legs still numb ? Should I massage them more ? M'kay, sweet girl. ”

The silence is sweet and long. He's massaging your body, feeling over you like you're his little masterpiece, his little angel.

Then he breaks the silence.

“ Told you so. ” he smiles victoriously.

You groan. “ Shut up. I was just teasing when I said you had shit stamina ! ”

“ I know, but I still hated that you said it and felt the need to prove a point. ”

You snuggle into his chest, making his heart flutter like he's a boy with a crush again.

“ Yeah yeah, point proven. ”

“ Aaand what's the point ? Tell me, I wanna hear it. ” he teases.

“ You can go on for hours. ”

He smiles to himself. “ Damn right I can. Glad my good girl learned her lesson. ”

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fairyhaos · 4 months ago

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❖ moonstruck // kim mingyu

mingyu x f!reader, 2.2k+ words

tags: sculptor!mingyu, muse!yn, pining, ambiguous relationship, fluff, angst, mingyu is Down Bad

notes: title + vibes taken from moonstruck by enhypen cz it fits the feel that i was going for :P forgive me bc i know nothing ab sculpting/muses but i just had to write a fic where yn is devastatingly gorgeous and this js fit so well <3 happy valentines day!

summary: mingyu is a sculptor, and you are his muse.

When Mingyu arrives at his studio that morning, he finds you already there, lounging around like you own the place.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're late again. What's it gonna take for me to make you finally come on time? A kiss, maybe? A promise of a date?" You smile at him mischievously, eyes glittering in the morning light.

You're watching him amusedly, arms tucked behind your head, resting comfortably on the sofa on the other end of the studio. This is not necessarily a surprising sight: despite the fact that you do not, actually, own the place, it’s still common for you to be there before he arrives, playing with the various clay creations lining the walls or dangling your feet over the edge of the sofa, waiting for him to clock in for the day.

Mingyu scrunches his nose, and does not respond to the latter half of what you said.

“I’m really not late,” he says, setting down his bag and hanging his coat up by the door. “You’re just early.”

You hum contemplatively, kicking your feet out and crossing your ankles over the armrest on the other end of the sofa. The cracking, coppery leather grumbles discontentedly at your movement, but you hardly notice, stretching leisurely like a cat.

“Maybe. Or maybe time is a construct, and neither of us are early or late.”

Mingyu blinks at you, tilting his head. “It’s not even 10. Let’s not talk philosophy until at least 3 in the afternoon, please.”

You laugh at that, silvery and light, watching from your place on the sofa as Mingyu begins setting up his sculpting supplies for the day.

“Whatever pleases you, my dear Mingyu,” you say, words lilting melodically with teasing. “As your muse, it’s my duty to be as pleasing to you as possible, after all.”

Mingyu just rolls his eyes, used to your teasing. “Of course,” he says dryly. “Though I’m afraid it’s debatable just how good you are at that, though.” He laughs when you huff in indignation, before pulling out his sketchbook. “You saw the sketches I sent you last night, right? Is there anything you want to comment on, or should we start right away?”

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You are Mingyu’s muse.

It sounds horribly cheesy, and definitely makes you sound like the romantic interest in some sort of historical-royal-heart wrenching-romance-novel, but he literally means you’re his artistic muse.

This wasn’t always the case. You weren’t always solely his—a few years back, you’d simply been one of the hired models for a class he’d taken back at university. But he’d been utterly mesmerised by you, and so in awe of your beauty that it must have shown on his face, because you’d always catch his eye as he worked, an elusive little smile in your eyes, like you knew exactly how he felt.

And then one thing led to another, and suddenly he was meeting you outside of classes, and then he was seeing you even when that particular project had finished, and then he was still sculpting you after he’d graduated, and then, and then, and then…

And then here he is, now.

It’s still something he can’t wrap his head around, even so many years later. How these one-on-one sessions started. How you became his official muse.

“This better turn out amazing, because my arm’s cramping up really badly right now,” you say, voice strained from having your head tilted back for so long, and Mingyu laughs.

“You’re the one who suggested this position,” he says, pencil lightly tracing your form onto paper. “I don’t think you get the right to complain.”

“I have plenty of right to complain,” you argue, opening one eye to glare at him. Mingyu just grins toothily back. “Ugh, whatever. Just hurry up, okay?”

“Hey, you can’t rush art,” Mingyu teases, but he finds his fingers complying anyway, taking longer, sweeping arcs of graphite against the page. He’s almost finished, anyway, with this pose being a lot easier than some others that he’s put you in before. Yet in some ways, it’s going to be even harder for him to complete.

He has you wrapped in swathes of silk, sat on the floor with your legs out in front of you, the cream fabric slipping off your shoulder slightly. You’re leaning back on one arm, the side of your head resting on your shoulder, face tilted upwards as if soaking in the sunlight, eyes shut and eyelashes fluttering gently against your cheeks.

The long, horizontal line of your body makes this a relatively easier art piece than ones he’s attempted before, and while the folds of silk are going to be tricky, that’s not what he’s worried about.

You look so… delicate.

“Okay, let’s take a break,” Mingyu says, when he sees your arm beginning to shake. It’s not a hard pose, but he knows that keeping one position for too long puts strain on the best of people.

You groan with relief, relaxing your arm and flopping to the floor. “Thank God. Any longer and I would’ve definitely collapsed. Turned into a heap on this floor.”

Mingyu hums, adding further details to his sketch. “I think you already did. Don’t worry, sweetheart, you look pretty even as a heap on the floor.”

He can almost hear your eye roll, and he laughs, looking up from the paper to take in your disgruntled expression, only for the laughter to catch in his throat.

There’s no sign of annoyance on your face, and now he’s looking at you, he doubts you rolled your eyes either. Instead, your expression is strangely unreadable, eyes half-lidded, strands of hair falling across your face like curls of ribbons, lips softly pursed. Lying on the floor like that, hair and silk pooling around you as you blink slowly at him, you look like some sort of nature deity, watching him and observing countless things that Mingyu can hardly even begin to understand.

You’re gorgeous.

Mingyu knows this—it’s why you’re his muse—but the realisation always makes his heart stick in his throat when he remembers.

You’re still looking at Mingyu, gaze as dark as molasses, smoky and sweet and pulling him in, making his hands shake and his pulse sound loudly in his ears.

And then you smile, cheeky and playful once more.

“Oh, thank you so much, I’m glad you think so, honeybun,” you say, full of mock-relief, and Mingyu has to blink to remember what you’re thanking him for. “I knew I could always count on you to find me beautiful.”

You dramatically fling your arm over your eyes as you say this, the perfect image of a romantic, distressed maiden having their feelings reassured by the hero, before peeking out from under the back of your hand to flutter your lashes and smile at him.

And Mingyu knows this is an act, that this is just you teasing, but it’s a lot more difficult to tell that to his heart.

“What’s for lunch, by the way?” you ask, taking your arm away from your face. “I’m hungry.”

Mingyu swallows thickly, avoiding your gaze, not wanting you to see every thought written across his face. “It isn’t even lunch time yet. Why are you already hungry?”

“Hey, don’t deny me my right to eat,” you complain, subconsciously smoothing down the silk that’s wrapped around your body. Mingyu sighs internally, already anticipating the hassle he’s going to have to go through to get the folds to sit how they were before. “Modelling for you is hard work, you know.”

Mingyu just hums dryly. “Whatever you say. Unfortunately, break time’s up now, so you’re gonna have to eat later.”

You whine in annoyance, but make no move to resist when Mingyu stands up, walks over and begins rearranging the silk around you again. “Fine. For the sake of art, I guess I’ll go hungry. I’ll be the true tortured artist, or something.”

“Quit the dramatics. We’ll eat when it’s actually lunch time.”

“How about in ten minutes’ time?”

“No.”

“Twenty?”

“No.”

“Fine. You drive a hard bargain, Kim Mingyu.”

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So what exactly is it about you that made you his muse?

It’s a question that Mingyu gets asked a lot. By his parents, by his customers, by his friends: none of whom can ever truly understand what a muse is when it comes to art.

You’re not just a really pretty person. To Mingyu, you are—everything. You are beauty, passion, vivacity, intricacy, warmth, cold, colour, light, dark, fear, danger, happiness, love. Looking at you makes his heart twist in his chest, makes his head feel faint and dizzy, makes his eyes burn like he’s been staring right at the sun.

He doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know how. But being with you, looking at you, makes him feel so heart-wrenchingly alive, skin buzzing with the need to carve your visage onto paper, into clay, into stone, to keep you with him forevermore.

It shouldn’t be possible for one simple human to make him feel like this. And yet…

Mingyu has to pause from where he’s bent over your face, the proximity and his thoughts making his hands begin to shake. It’s not actually your face that’s in front of him right now—rather, it’s your face that he’s currently chiselling out of marble—but even just thinking of you and being inches away from something that he’s making to look just like you causes him to act like this.

But there’s just something so terrifyingly intimate about his craft, about bringing your features out from cold stone, breathing life into the lifeless.

“Why do you do what you do?” you’d asked him once, back when he was still at uni, back before you were his official muse, and he was struggling through charcoal sketches for an assignment he’d been putting off for days. That was, until you’d offered to model for him, and suddenly, the ideas flowed smoothly onto the page.

(You’ve always been his muse, since day one.)

He’d looked up from his smudged fingers, watching you sit in front of him, backlit by the soft sunlight streaming in from the window. It made you look like you were glowing, gentle light emanating from your skin in a delicately beautiful way. Not as blinding as the sun, but something softer.

Moon-like.

You take his breath away, and Mingyu had ended up stuttering out some ridiculous answer that he can’t even remember anymore, but thankfully, you seemed to accept it, going back to posing in the pensive position you’d been in before.

If he were to answer the question now, without you here to steal all his words, the answer would be rather simple.

Because he loves it.

Carefully, Mingyu brushes a dusty finger over the jagged profile he’s carved into the marble. The edges are too sharp, the slope of your cheek too unrefined, but Mingyu’s heart only swells in anticipation and adoration for what he knows the finished product will resemble.

It’s electrifying, seeing what he can bring to life. Like a mad scientist, an obsessed genius, he wonders how far he can go. What things he can make with his bare hands.

Whether he can truly make something that is so very you.

You’d been here earlier to model some more, but you’re gone now, busy meeting up with friends. You don’t normally come in to pose once he has a project fully underway, but he always asks you to come when he starts doing the face properly. Just in case he gets anything wrong.

(It’s all an excuse to spend more time with you, however. He knows your face so well from how often it’s appeared in his dreams, and from how it's carved in his brain.)

“Please try to make it a little bit like me, this time,” you’d teased, eyes shining like twin stars.

Mingyu had simply laughed, waving you off. “Come on, my sculptures always look plenty like you.”

“Nonsense. None of them ever come close to the absolute perfection that I am.”

It had been a joke, but Mingyu had found himself looking up as you gave him a wave and then walked out without a second glance. He’d watched you go, watching the trail of moonlight you left behind in your wake, soft-scented and silver-lined.

There’s some truth to your words, however. Nothing he’s made has ever come close to perfectly replicating the warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your smile, the light that you exude just by simply being.

You’re so magnetic, a bewitching push-and-pull he can't back out of, endlessly drawing Mingyu in towards you like he’s hopelessly locked in your orbit and cannot even think of breaking away.

That kind of thing is near-impossible to replicate. But, if it’s for you…

“This time, I’ll get it,” he promises to the empty studio. His words ring about the room like a bell, reverent and full of conviction.

Mingyu looks down at your half-finished face, still rough around the edges, but the curve of your lips looking oh-so smooth. With a shaking hand, he traces over the shape of your mouth, imagining how soft your real lips would be, how the tip of his thumb would press into the plushness of it.

Would you let him press his lips to yours in this way? Would you accept such an act of devotion?

Or would you slip away from his grasp, elusive as moonlight, ghosting over his senses before disappearing without a trace?

He doesn’t know. He really doesn’t know.

Swallowing down his heart, Mingyu takes his hand away from your face, avoids your eyes, and carries on with his work.

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popclture · 1 year ago

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Behind the Scenes of Halloween (1978)

#nancy kyes #jamie lee curtis #p. j. soles #halloween #bts #1978 #1970s

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hgfictionwriter · 8 months ago

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Safe Word

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie and you try out a new strap. One that requires careful use and a safe word just in case.

Warnings: Smut. Size kink. Large strap. Safe word. Cunnilingus (r receiving), masturbation (j). Language.

A/N: This one’s for anyone who’s sick of my G!P fics lol. This combines a couple of requests for using a safe word and doing another size kink fic.

"Oh my gosh."

"Are you sure about this?" Jessie asked and you nodded readily.

"We have our safe word if it gets to be too much," you reasoned.

"Which is?" She asked purposefully.

"Clover," you responded. She nodded in approval.

"Good." She offered you a subtle smirk. "Gotta make sure my girl is okay."

Your eyes drifted back down to the strap that Jessie wore. Her hand was wrapped around it, but it was large enough that her fingers didn't connect as she grasped it.

You taking her strap was nothing new. She'd taken you all over this apartment; you calling her name as she fucked you so good there could be no other outcome than you trembling and cumming on her strap.

However, her newest addition was something else altogether. She'd made no secret of how she loved seeing you stretched out around her and you were very vocal about how much you loved the way she filled you up. It was really only a matter of time until a larger strap would be introduced.

This thing though, as she held its weight in her hand, you couldn't help but note how its width was almost as big as her forearm. A wave of arousal went through you at seeing her stand before you with it, but you couldn't deny there was an ounce of apprehension in there as well.

She'd just gone down on you, making you cum on her tongue twice, even, surely wanting you to be as ready as possible.

"I still think you should be on top when we start," Jessie said as she rubbed lube up and down the strap. You gave a cheeky shrug of a shoulder.

"I trust you, baby. You know what you're doing," you said. She cocked her head and an eyebrow, but couldn't conceal the smug smirk that crossed her lips.

"We'll go slow," she assured you as she pulled you to the edge of the bed. A smile crossed your face at being manhandled by her and your legs instinctually wrapped around her waist. "Mm, I'll never get tired of the way you spread your legs for me."

Your core pulsed and you grew wetter just from that statement, alone.

"God, baby, you look incredible," she said as she ran the thick head of the strap through your folds and over your sensitive nub. Your back arched briefly before relaxing back into the bed. Jessie's dark eyes were honed in on how large the strap was even against your lips. "You are going to look so stunning wrapped around my cock."

"Mm," you voiced as you dug your heels into her and pulled her closer. She chuckled and gave you a flirty look.

"Patience, my love."

She thrusted her hips gently into her fist, relishing the visual as it part your lips and stroked your clit. She wanted you dripping wet.

"Don't tease me," you pleaded as you wiggled your hips in mild protest.

She 'tsk'd you a couple of times with a pointed look.

"Impatient girls don't get my cock," she said.

"I better be the only girl getting your cock," you said with a grin and she merely rolled her eyes before offering you a wink.

"You know I'd be terrible at cheating," she chuckled. "I can't lie to you at all."

"And I love that about you," you said as you tried to push your hips into her strap, still solely focused on what you wanted.

"And you know what I love about you?" She asked slowly as she shifted her hips and guided the strap to rest at your waiting entrance. She bit her lips as she very gently shifted her hips forward. Her own core pulsed at the sight of the large head of the strap nudging at your opening before your lips encircled it, pulled tight around its girth. She smiled and finished her thought. "How well you take my cock."

"Oh fuck," you said, both turned on by her words, but also at the sensation of the strap stretching you to new limits.

"You okay, baby?" She asked, holding still inside of you.

You stared up at the ceiling in concentration, nodding rapidly. "Yes, I'm okay."

She slipped in a touch more, wanting to give your entrance some reprieve from the head and waited a few moments longer to let you accommodate.

"Oh my gosh," you said as you brought your hands up to your head, eyes still on the ceiling before drifting down to meet her watchful gaze. You chuckled breathlessly. "That's big."

"And you're taking it so well, baby," she said as kneaded your thighs, eyes lowering from yours to see how she was filling you up. She throbbed at the sight, eyes closing momentarily before she refocused and looked at you. "Tell me when."

You nodded. "Go ahead."

She cautiously rolled her hips forward, more of the strap disappearing into your tunnel.

"Oh, babe, this looks incredible," she said in awe. You barely registered her words, instead you'd pushed your head back into the mattress, jaw dropping at the overwhelming sensation of your pussy being stretched out like never before.

"Holy fuck," you breathed. A frown of concern crossed her face, but you quickly dismissed it. "I'm fine. I like it. Mm, God, you're filling me up so good, baby."

Jessie's jaw clenched at your praise as she drew back subtly before nudging a touch deeper into you. You moaned as she repeated the motion until she was as deep as she could go.

"You okay, baby?" She asked.

"Yeah," you nodded. You tested clenching and relaxing - or attempting to - around it. Then you tried rolling your hips against her, the sensation pulling another moan out of you. You clocked the smile of wonder on Jessie's face.

You reached out for her, pulling her into your embrace, a hand coming to rest just under her jaw as you kissed her and whispered. "I want you to fuck me. Show me what you can do with this big cock of yours."

Jessie kissed your hard, blistering, even, as she pushed you further into the bed. You grinned and she stood back up and drew her hips back tentatively before very carefully pushing into you once more.

The empty feeling of her strap leaving you before being filled and stretched once more was more prominent and extreme than ever and it felt amazing to ride out those sensations.

After several, tentative strokes, Jessie felt comfortable with how you were taking her and she began to find a steadier rhythm. Her pace was still slow, but her strokes grew firmer as she grew confident that you could take her.

By now, she was rocking her hips fully into you, anchoring herself with her hands on your hips as she arched her back into you.

She leaned down again, your hands immediately coming up to splay through her hair and caress her neck, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

"You're doing so good, baby," she whispered into your kiss as she pumped into you.

"You're filling me up so good," you said. "Mm, I can barely take it."

"I could see how tight you were around it. You're doing great and taking me so well," she praised.

You gasped in pleasure as you pulled her closer to you, rocking your hips up to meet hers.

"You feel so good inside of me, Jess," you whispered.

She groaned and stood back up so she could better fuck you better. She grasped your legs and hoisted them up so her hands were on your calves, holding your legs further apart and again relishing the view of her strap sinking into you, your skin pulled taut around it.

"Oh fuck," you panted as she leaned back, trying a different angle and sliding home again.

Soon, all reservations from before left her mind as she began to fuck you with the same fervour and intensity that she normally did. Your clipped moans filled the room and she grinned wickedly at you as she repeatedly drew back to the tip and sunk back in.

Jessie panted as she thrust into you. Sweat started to form across her brow and she wrapped your legs around her waist once more before leaning over you again, tucking her head into your neck and her arms under your back to hook them over the top of your shoulders and began to surge forward to fill you.

Your fingers dug into her back, nothing new during sex. She heard you whimper in her ear and she drove deeper into you, her hips bouncing off of yours and you tensed up completely.

"Clover. Clover!"

Jessie lifted her head, taking a moment to register what was going on. When the realization hit her, a cold panic swept over her and she immediately jerked back, withdrawing abruptly from you.

"Ah, fuck," you winced, your hand coming between your legs as you closed them and rolled onto your side, curling into yourself.

"Oh Jesus Christ," Jessie said in alarm as she rushed back to you, placing a hand on your back and leaning over you to try to catch your eye. "I'm so sorry. Y/N. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

The tension from your face faded and your body tentatively relaxed in her arms. You exhaled.

"It's okay, Jess. It's fine. It was just too deep and it hurt when you pulled out like that," you explained.

"I'm so sorry," Jessie said, the emotion in her voice evident as she rest her head against yours and stroked your back, not sure what else to do. "I got carried away. I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay, baby," you said as you tiredly brought a hand up to her cheek. "You didn't mean to. I know that. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" She asked worriedly as she pulled back and peered between your legs, looking for anything concerning. Though your skin was a bit red, there was nothing else of note. Still, she frowned deeply as she looked back up to you and kissed your shoulder in remorse.

"I'm sure," you said with a soft chuckle, coaxing her up to look at you. "It's alright, baby. I'm fine. You don't need to apologize," you assured her. Despite your words, guilt and worry still sat heavy in Jessie's chest.

You shifted onto your back to more fully embrace her, but the movement pulled a faint wince out of you that Jessie saw you try to suppress. Her eyebrows shot up in both trepidation and accusation and you immediately shook your head at her.

"It's fine!" You argued. You narrowed your eyes at her, "I just got fucked by a giant strap, I'm a bit tender, but I'm fine. You don't need to worry."

"I do worry," she responded immediately, eyes still scanning you for further injury or concern. You sighed and cupped her face with both hands, now speaking patiently.

"Baby. It's totally okay. We were trying something new. I knew it could be painful. We had a safe word ready and when I said it you stopped right away. That's all that matters."

"And I hurt you when I pulled out," Jessie added with a defeated frown. You rolled your eyes.

"Listen to my words...I am perfectly fine," you said as you made her hold your gaze. "You are very sweet to worry about me so much, but there's no need."

She released a silent huff as she continued to hold your gaze, studying your eyes now for any hint that you weren't being forthcoming. Still, her mouth fell further.

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

Your eyes fell shut as you laughed. "You are so dramatic. You don't need to atone."

She finally felt a hint of a smile tug at her lips and a breathy chuckle worked its way up her throat. "I think I do need to," she said.

"Hey, wait a minute," you said with a teasing smirk. "I'm the one with a bruised pussy and yet I'm the one making you feel better?"

Jessie blushed furiously, ducking her head slightly at the realization.

"I'm sorry," she said instinctively. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them and she saw you readying a retort. She quickly spoke over you. "I'll run you a bath," she offered urgently.

"No, that's okay," you said, relaxing once more.

"Um, make you a snack?" She said with a hopeful smile.

"No, I'm not hungry," you said, your hand resting on the back of her neck and rubbing small circles at the base as she contemplated other options.

You could see she wasn't going to broach what you wanted at all, and you nudged her with your knee.

"I didn't exactly...finish," you said slowly. "I can't take a strap at all right now, but...," you trailed off. Jessie's brows were furrowed together as she listened and as you tapered off her eyes lit up again.

"Seriously?" She asked.

You chuckled. "Seriously."

"Fuck. Of course, baby. I'd love to take care of my girl," she said.

You kissed for a while, her wanting to give you more time. When you moaned into the kiss she dipped her head down and drew one of your nipples into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue as she gently suckled it. You arched into her mouth and she moaned in appreciation, her hand coming to the small of your back.

She switched breasts, taking her time as she teased it with her mouth and massaged your other with her hand. She smiled as your fingers ran through her hair.

She began to slowly trail soft, lingering kisses along your torso.

"I'm sorry I hurt you baby," she said before her tongue peeked out to tease your skin. "Let me make it better."

She stepped off the bed, stepping out of the harness and setting it aside. Returning, she gently pulled you back towards the edge of the bed.

"Are you okay there?" She asked as she got down onto her knees. You smirked and looked down your body at her.

"Very."

"Good," she said with a wink as she hooked your legs over her shoulders and began to lay feathery kisses up the inside of your thighs. Renewed goosebumps flared across your skin.

She'd already been down there earlier, but your core throbbed in need once more.

"My baby," she whispered as her kisses drew closer and closer until she began laying soft kisses along the outside of your lips.

Your back arched off the bed again and you inhaled in anticipation. Your jaw fell slack as you felt her tongue graze your folds.

"You okay?" She asked though she still laid open mouth kisses on you.

"Yes," you said breathlessly. "Keep going." You swallowed a moan as suddenly her tongue was firm up and down your folds before ending soft and fleeting. "Oh shit," you panted as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you.

A gasp escaped you as her mouth latched onto your clit and she sucked gently while her tongue flicked teasingly across it. She smiled into you as your thighs flexed around her head and your heels dug into the back of her shoulders.

She released your clit and laid her tongue flat against you as she trailed downward until she began to very gently lap at your entrance, careful to not be too firm considering how tender you were. Even then, you could hear the wet sounds of her hungrily licking you up.

"Oh fuck," you whispered as you brought your hand to the side of her head, your thumb caressing her temple, feeling the movements of her jaw under your finger. As she began to tease your clit once more your fingers curled against her crown and she moaned in appreciation.

You could hear her breathing harder, and you glanced down to see her face redder than usual. You caught the rhythmic motions of her right shoulder. A smile slowly crossed your face and your core pulsed at the realization that she was touching herself as she ate you out.

"Fuck yes, baby," you moaned as you lifted your hips to meet her mouth more readily. She moaned in return and buried her face deeper into your pussy. "I want us to cum together," you said.

She let out a shuddering moan, muffled by your heat and you saw the movement of her shoulder quicken. Sounds of her rubbing her wetness now mingled with the sounds of her mouth devouring you.

You let out a strangled moan as your thighs locked around her head and you gripped her hair tightly in your fist. You felt your used muscles spasming as you came on her face.

Her arm movements were rapid as she humped her hand and soon she whimpered, hard and high into you as she came on her fingers.

It was several moments before your legs relaxed around her head and Jessie’s body grew slack, shoulders hunching as she leaned against the bed and caught her breath.

You felt a faint kiss on your knee before she lifted herself up to join you on the mattress, wrapping her arm around your waist.

“Thank you, baby,” you breathed as you pulled her closer to you. You gave her a sly look. “Give me a couple of days and we’ll try the strap again.”

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #canwnt x reader #woso smut #smut fic

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jinusajas · 9 months ago

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09/15/24; 02:30pm

vampire hunter d x human!fem.reader

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it was such a mystery why this mysterious man chose you as his sole place of solace. your meeting with him was nothing short of fate, with the thought of it all remaining as a shining memory within the depths of your mind.

you were working a late shift at your local saloon, serving several cups of beer to the patrons all while ignoring the leering glances all the men were giving you.

you lost count of the sheer amount of times the drunkards had grasped at the ends of your skirt or wrapped an arm around your waist, their breath heavy with the lingering scent of alcohol that you had to bite back your words of protests. not wishing to cause a scene, you spend the next 6 hours biting back your words while forcing a smile.

later that night, you were free to return home, carrying with you a small pouch that contained the measly amount you had earned from working. feeling so exhausted, you remain completely unaware of how a man hidden in the shadows was stalking your every move.

upon reaching your quaint little home just near the outskirts of your town, you suddenly felt the hairs standing at the back of your neck. your reaction was a little too late when you see a man coming closer to you. his face was flushed red while his greasy hands fumbled with the waistband of his pants.

“you’re such a whore… prancing around the saloon like that, acting like you can’t even see me.”

a whimper escapes from you, and you attempt to run away from him, with your home settled just beyond the cobblestone walls. pushing your legs forward, heart threatening to choke you with its rapid palpitations with your calves burning, you reach out-

only to fall forward when the powerful stench of beer fills your nostrils, gagging you as tears fell from your eyes. your back lands against the cold, unforgiving ground, the drunkard already gripping at the lace fabric of your bodice, ready to tear the flimsy material off of you.

“p-please, don’t, i-i’ll give you all of my earnings! j-just- mph!”

you struggle and continued to gag, tasting the bitter alcohol from his lips, writhing beneath him as you struggled to kick him off of you. just when you felt his legs spreading yours apart, the man suddenly slumps forward-

bringing with him an overpowering scent of blood.

you felt sick to your stomach, realizing the drunkard was now lifeless as his blood slowly began to seep into your dress. something slender and bright catches your attention. your gaze follows it, realizing that it was a slender sword that was quickly being dislodged from the man’s back.

your savior was a tall, yet pale men dressed in all black. his stallion seemed to suit this man, letting out soft huffs as its hooves tamped down against the ground.

you look away from the horse and chose to focus on its master, your heart racing, meeting the dark eyes and pale face of that man. the wide brim of his traveler's hat obscures half of his face, yet he seemed intrigued by you, angling his chin ever so slightly so that he could get a better look at you.

you end up letting out a gasp upon seeing him. an impossibly pale yet sharp face looks down at you, his eyes reminding you of a pure, moonless night. rich, brown locks of hair was seen reaching down to the ends of his back, and you notice how his thin lips remained set in a straight line. he appeared nonchalant as his eyes continue to take you in.

“she’s a pretty young thing… but don’t you think you’re scarin’ her a bit, d?”

d? was that his name? and where was that gruff voice coming from?

the man, d, clenches his left hand shut, muffling that strange voice while continuing to look down at you.

“are you alright?”

his voice was soft, yet… achingly comforting to you. his beauty matched that of the night. you forgot all about the drunk man that was settled next to you-

but end up stiffening when the awful stench of urine fills at the air. you turn your face away, already feeling the contents within your stomach swirling around, threatening to escape from your throat when a hand scoops you into his arms.

you let out a gasp, allowing d’s scent to fill your senses (a great distraction from the scent of death the drunkard had exuded.) he smelled like fresh rain and wildflowers, a scent that you eagerly breathed in as you found yourself pressing the tip of your nose against the side of his neck.

d stiffens at your sudden touch, but maintains his calm demeanor, “where do you live?”

his question breaks you out of your reveries, making the heat dye your cheeks in response when you show him your cottage on top of the hill. “that cottage is my home.”

the man shows no visible signs of acknowledging your answer, yet gently coaxes his stallion toward the hill that lead up to your cottage. you remain safely tucked within the man’s arms, somehow wishing that this moment won’t ever end.

yet your homecoming seemed inevitable the moment the horse stops directly in front of your home. d was the first to get off, his boots landing against the ground while offering a hand out to you. you nod and place your hand in his, shivering at the cold sensation felt against your skin.

coming safely back down on the ground, you began to feel even more flustered upon realizing how much taller d was than you. he continues watching you, with your arms crossed over your chest as you reached into your pouch to pull out a single key. the moment you slot the key into your door, you hear d straddling his horse once more. not brave enough to face him, you call out to him,

“mister d?”

the sounds of hooves clopping against the ground stops momentarily, and you knew then that d had every intention to listen to what you had to say.

you face him once more, seeing d look at you from his periphery. “if you ever need a place to stay, please, come find me. it’s the least i can do for you since… since you saved me.”

d says nothing, yet spends several seconds looking back at you. he continues staring at you, as if wishing to memorize your every feature before finally turning away from you, his stallion already taking great strides down the hill.

that was how your first meeting with him went, and despite your kindness and how you truly wished to see him again, you didn’t think the man would take you up on such an offer-

yet, you were proven wrong several months later, when a storm had hit your town and you heard several faint knocks against your door. upon answering, you were shocked to see d standing before you, his left hand wrapped in a bandage as his stallion took refuge from the rain while remaining beneath the trees.

you purse your lips, remaining silent as you stepped aside to let him in. you were afraid to speak, truly fearing that if you said something, then it would make him change his mind and he would end up leaving you. as he steps into the house, the gentle drizzle of rain was all that could be heard. if you didn’t feel small during the time where you had first met him, then you certainly felt small now, watching as d towers over you while in the seemingly cramped space of your cottage.

he takes off his hat, his hair still dripping with the lingering raindrops. his eyes take in the sight of your quaint home, and he sees the table that holds a wooden bowl filled with stew along with a loaf of bread.

“ah, my apologies! are you hungry, sir?”

d shakes his head, “i’m fine, just a glass of water will suffice.”

you nod, feeling your heart begin to race as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from your pitcher. you place the cup on the table, watching as d takes a seat before place two, burgundy capsules inside of it.

you sit across from him, going back to eating your dinner without tasting anything. d gently swirls the capsules within the water, not stopping until the water turns crimson red, carrying with it the lingering scent of iron.

your appetite was slowly diminishing, heart still pounding when you watch d drain the cup of the blood-like liquid dry. you continue looking at him, unable to tear your gaze away from him. d returns your gaze and softly asks, “does this bother you?”

a shiver runs down your spine, your mind screaming at you that d was no ordinary man-

yet you couldn’t bring yourself to reject this mysteriously elusive man.

so, you ignore the rationality of your mind and settle with following your heart, shaking your head while admitting to him, “it doesn’t bother me, not even in the slightest.”

a flash of something was seen across his dark eyes, and you saw it glimmer with an unknown emotion, one that you were too scared to truly identify. you watch as d stands from his seat, his strides being able to reach you within seconds.

he towers over you, and you felt his long, slender hands caressing at your cheek. you lean in closer to him, ignoring the lingering coldness felt against his skin.

“d…”

his name falls from your parted lips, filled with yearning as it was enough to make his tranquil façade slip. suddenly, d’s arms were felt wrapping around your form, bringing your body closer to his as his lips sought its sanctuary with yours.

soft moans came from you, your nipples going hard against the sheer material of your nightgown when d presses you even closer to him. sharp canines gently tease against your bottom lip, and you realized that such a trait was what gave his identity away-

“vampire…?” you breathlessly whisper against d’s lips, earning a subtle head shake from him.

“dhampir.” he gently corrects you before claiming your lips once more, already picking up your body as he lead you back inside the comfort of your room. not caring about the consequences, you shamelessly cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the cold leather of his pants surround your inner thighs, causing you to shiver in response.

you were breathless by the time d gently sets you back on top of the bed. his expression remains unreadable, yet the way his long fingertips gently traces across the expanse of your skin (the touch remaining oh so reverent) was more than enough proof of his desires for you.

he gently pushes aside the sheer material of your nightie, leaving you bare for his eyes. d seems captivated by the sight of your nakedness, his gaze darkening ever so slightly before traveling down your form. settling himself between your legs, you felt the way d’s cold breath breathe in the scent of your aching core, a soft groan escaping from his lips.

keeping your legs spread wide open, the dhampir places his thin lips against your sensitive flower, darting his tongue inside of you as he tastes your honeyed sweetness. your moans fill at the air, allowing your back to arch against your bed. pants and moans echo throughout the room, and just feeling d’s gentle ministrations against you makes you slowly lose your mind.

due to never experiencing such pleasures before, you felt something snap within your abdomen, filling you with the first pinpricks of pleasure. d drinks up all you had to offer with a gentle hum, using his tongue to trace at your outer lips before moving away from you.

you were in a daze now, becoming dimly aware of the shifting of belts and fabric. you watch as d’s pale body glows from beneath the dying candlelight, his dark hair cascading down his muscular back. your mouth turns dry, unable to believe that such a beautiful creature was going to be yours-

if only for tonight.

d rejoins you in bed, laying across your body as he wraps your legs around his waist. the tip of his hardened cock continues to collect at the evidence of your release, tracing around its borders as you let out a sigh in response. as if knowing that this would be your first (and last) time with a man, d takes a hold of your hand and gently enters your slick heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you wince, your breasts heaving as you struggled to take in the sheer size of him. as tears were felt dotting your vision, d focuses his attention on your chest, his cool lips already wrapping themselves around your hardened nipple. you let out a gasp at the sudden sensation, moaning while delving your fingers into his hair.

only when he was completely sheathed inside of you did he finally stop moving, busying himself with the taste of your skin, greedily sucking at your breast. not knowing how much time had passed, you figured d had the patience of a saint, not even daring to move as he allowed your body to get used to the sensation of his cock filling you up.

your legs felt like they were turning numb, and as you adjusted your legs, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure coursing through you. your breathing becomes labored, nails already gripping at d’s biceps as you begged him to move.

he hums, somehow able to switch positions as he was left sitting on the bed, still remaining connected to you. from this position, you were able to control the pace, your head seeming to spin. a ghost of a smile was seen gracing d’s features, and you settle both hands against his broad chest before slowly moving your slick heat up and down his cock.

your movements were sloppy and uneven, serving as evidence of your inexperience. looking down to where your body was connected with his, you could see the spot of blood over his cock, making you tremble in response.

d hisses when you began to bounce against him at an even faster pace, with you biting down on your bottom lip so harshly that it was close to drawing blood. the pleasure you felt was so intense-

so all consuming that you lost all of your inhibitions.

“d…” you gasp, lips already seeking his as you kissed him deeply, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking already taking over your senses. his grunts were the final push that you needed to reach your completion, climaxing against him when you still your hips and swallowed the entirety of his cock.

you felt the clear liquids of your release travel down his shaft, your broken moans filling at the air when d’s cock was felt twitching deep inside of you, shooting his seed deep within your womb as you fell against him.

your mind becomes hazy, feeling d press a lingering kiss against the side of your neck before laying down. the rain had simmered down to a light drizzle, and you bask in the gentle sounds of its droplets, feelings your eyes grow heavier while still in d’s embrace. upon feeling his lips against your hair, you allowed your body to succumb to its exhaustion, keeping the memory of the pleasure d had given you as a means to lead you towards a peaceful slumber.

you lost track of time of how long you had been sleeping, never once rousing from your slumber until the sunlight was felt hitting at the back of your eyelids.

the warmth of the sunlight manages to awaken you from your slumber, and when you gently moved your hand across the bed, you felt a crushing disappointment at how d had left you once more. not wishing to open your eyes while bearing witness to the empty side of your bed, you allowed your daydreams to take over, willing the image of his beautiful body to remain within your mind’s eye-

yet when your fingertips felt the soft sensation of petals from beneath your hand, you opened your eyes with a gasp. with the morning light painting your room in pastel hues, you take in the sight of a lone, white lily settled on the pillow where d once lay.

your heart hammers within your chest as you slowly sit up in bed. with gentle movements, you gingerly held the lovely flower within your hand, using its petals to caress at your cheek as you imagined it was your beloved dhampir gently caressing you with the back of his hand…

and despite how d never once announced his departure or spoke a word to you-

you knew that he would return.

end notes: d is so my type, someone send h e l p 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#vampire hunter d #vampire hunter d x reader #d x reader #d x you #d x y/n #vampire smut #vampire hunter d smut #writings 📖

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lichenes · 1 year ago

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vincent renzi nsfw alphabet? :3

Thank you for the ask anon ;D

I figured this would be the best way to start writing nsfw soooo :3c

Giggling. kicking my feet literally. If you want me to elaborate on any particular letter feel free to lmk :]

I tried to make it as gn as possible :p

Vincent Renzi x gn!reader

CW: Less descript-y than my usual works, different format basically, kinda drifted from the nsfw-ness of it in a few of the subpoints lol, NSFW

wc: (excluding the template) 1,2k

_____✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿____

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

I feel like he would kiss you through your orgasm and after you've both come off your high he would get up lazily still basking in the afterglow... He would look so good doing it too, his tired eyes observing your still heaving chest. He would ask you if you need anything and provide it for you. A caring partner thats for sure.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also yours)

In this context- he likes his own fingers. You clearly like his hands and he confronted you about it jokingly a few times to tease you. The first time he uses them on you, oh mon dieu... His favourite part of you are your eyes. To look into them while you cum is like heaven to him. While he eats you out he likes to keep eye contact if possible...

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

I wouldn't say he's obsessed with you swallowing his cum. He is a tad bit opposed, being familiar with the risks it carries with it. He wouldn't be completely against it so if you feel like it, go for it.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a massive yearner. He'd never tell you that but he made a social media account solely to stalk you on it and not for work like he assured you. He would gaze lovingly at your pictures if you post any or just stare at the blank profile picture icon imagining what you were doing at the time.

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

Mostly, he was pretty vanilla for most his life so if you want to try anything kinkier you should research it together to give him the security of knowing. When it comes to the basic things, fingering, eating out, different positions, he passes with flying colours.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Whatever you're comfortable with and whichever ones he can see your face in. He's obsessed with your face contorting into expressions of pleasure or pain if youre into it.

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

He stays pretty serious for most of the time, teasing you if he feels bold that day. When he feels like you're in a bad mood he tries his best to cheer you up in... many ways. He doesn't crack jokes at random times while you have sex though.

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

He's a clean man that's all I can say. His carpet does indeed match the drapes. And most importantly he cares for your comfort which makes him trim himself quite often. When it comes to his facial hair he sometimes forgets to shave and his moustache comes in. He noticed that that's when you make love most passionately so he sometimes 'accidentally' forgets to shave, when he's feeling particularly needy.

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

Oh big romantic type, the first time you had sex he did the whole, rose petals on the floor, candles lit and all. Every time you have sex it's a special occasion and he feels obligated to make it seem so every time. During the moment he's very tender with you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ears...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Remember that social media account I was talking about earlier? The first time the thought crossed his mind to masturbate to your pictures he got so flustered he had to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face to get rid of the thought. After he has aquired your photos though he does it with only a twinge of embarrassment.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He's big into undressing you if you, the act of stripping your clothes from your perfect body, lord, he couldn't imagine anything as arousing. He is a vanilla man up untill it comes to you riding him. When he's in that state you could convince him to do anything.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bed, your patio on the outdoor sofa. You tried to convince him to go at it in his office at the law firm he works at but he got too flustered just at the thought and thought that he'd die of a heart attack if you were to actualise your fantasy.

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

As previously mentioned, undressing you. It's not like he's a complete maniac, taking your shirt off in front of him won't make him faint but he still will get a little flustered. Begging. That's it. He also loves seeing you relaxed. Whenever you're lounging on the sofa he gets the urge to make you just a bit more tense...

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

I feel like he wouldn't degrade you unless you begged for it. He is also against impact play, but he's a covenantal man. Talk to him about it and you shall see.

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

Giving or recieving is fine. He's a master at eating pussy and if you aren't comfortable with oral he won't force you to do it. He will happily welcome it thought, giving you tips as you go.

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

Highly depends on his mood. If he's feeling particularly foul he won't have any qualms to pound you into the matress. If he's upset he'll go slow and sensual to relay to you how much you mean to him.

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

He prefers longer sessions to quickies. Fervency isn't what fuels him most so he prefers to go slow.

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

He likes experimenting, with certain limits of course. He prefers not to take risks, a calm and calculated man he is. When he warms up to you though, you could convince him to do it outside your bedroom (ex. the sofa on the patio).

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

When angry or self concious he can go for many rounds, his stamina knows no bounds when he's mad. Normally, he prefers 1-2 rounds a happy medium.

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

He doesn't own any toys as he's too embarrassed to buy them, online or at brick-and-mortar. If you use any, he likes using them on you during your raptures to rile you up even more.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man adores teasing. Especially when he can see that you're too self-assured that day, he likes breaking down your barriers of faux confidence and making you melt in his grasp.

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

Aside from occasional grunts and moans he isn't very vocal. He loves listening to your sounds though. This man is generally lovestruck by you. With little sounds comes how quiet he is. Maybe that little office endeavour could happen then?

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

I think he would go feral if you were to wear lingere for your first time with him. He is definitely a flatterer but he would be talking and thinking about you on the bed just in those perfectly enveloping you bra and panties... MON DIEU.

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

He is on the lean side with his medium height statue perfectly complimenting his overall shape... What? Oh yeah his dick. That's what this subpoint is about. He's hung, not uncomfortably so that you couldn't take him all at once but enough to not be able to put it in without some prep first.

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

Once again he will do it as often as you like, it all depends on you. Although once he's desperate he won't hold back on you and go at it for hours...

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After clean up, he falls asleep in your arms pretty quickly spent from all the lovemaking. Sometimes he stays still just to face your sleeping form and watch your peacefull demeanor, safe from all the evils of the world when in his embrace.

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Jenni Hermoso NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

She’s so attentive, anything you need after sex, she’ll have ready for you

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Jenni’s favorite body part is her toned stomach, she’s had you get off by grinding against her abs many times

Her favorite body part of yours is your mouth, aside from the obvious reason, she loves feeling your lips on hers and her body

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

If she’s going down on you, she’ll pull back right before you cum and switch to her fingers so she can watch as you fall apart up close

D: Dirty Secret

You two have had many threesomes with strangers but she wants to have one with a teammate (Alexia)

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)

Jenni is experienced and she’s helped you learn a lot of new things about yourself since the two of you started dating

F: Favorite Position

She loves fucking you with a strap from behind, will bend you over any surface she can, and will roughly fuck you

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

Always serious, her focus is solely on you

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Jenni is so intimate despite how rough she is with you (not that you’re complaining)

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)

She hates it when you do it because she wants to be the one to make you feel good and will tell you not to touch yourself

You don’t listen and when you know she’s about to be home, you’ll make sure she walks in on you fucking yourself with her strap which pisses her off and always results in a punishment

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, every time you call her daddy she fucks you harder

Edging, she will edge when she punishes you asking whether or not you deserve to cum

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Doesn’t care, she just loves having you whining and begging, the location doesn’t matter to her

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

Hearing you simply say her name, she swears her name has never sounded better than when you say (or scream) it

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

She’s open to a lot but she doesn’t want to be restrained, she wants her hands on you all the time

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Giving, 100%. She loves how you taste and would spend hours between your legs if you would let her

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)

Fast and rough, she hardly lets you catch your breath after an orgasm before she’s back to fucking you hard and pulling another orgasm from you

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)

She enjoys them, they may not give her enough time to do everything she would like but she loves fucking you so she’ll take every chance she can to do so

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)

Jenni is open to trying anything at least once as long as you are open to the idea as well. She would never force you to do something you weren’t open to

S: Stamina (How many rounds)

Many, many long rounds. You don’t know how she can fuck you so hard for so long and be completely fine

T: Toys

She has different straps, varying in size that she uses

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

Teasing you is one of her favorite things to do, she loves hearing you beg her to fuck you or let you cum

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)

Her moans are quite low, you’re the louder one between the two of you

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

She convinced Alexia to join the two of you during a national team camp and you were so sore the next morning you couldn’t participate in training. Both Jenni and Alexia had smug looks on their face the rest of camp and you all decided it should become a regular thing when you were in camp

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

It’s high, she hates that the two of you can’t have sex all the time

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Jenni only falls asleep after you, she wants to make sure you are okay and everything before she goes to sleep

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