#quacks bbc fanfiction

[reluctantjoe]

Just a Taste (William Agar & Caroline Lessing)

Summary: "There was always something whenever these meetings occurred - a tension too sharp. Inappropriate thoughts ran wildly and freely in Caroline’s mind at even hearing William’s determined voice. She wondered if it was ever the same for him." Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Plot with references to mature subjects. Allusions to Dom!William, Sub!Caroline. Mild injuries. Implied masturbation. Allusions to jealousy. Allusions to (somewhat) jealous sex. Allusions to extramarital affair. Teasing. Implied Sub!William, Dom!Caroline. Blood kink. Word Count: 1,347 Where To Read: Ao3 | Tumblr (you're here!) A/N: My first ever pairing fic! This is an alternative ending to 'The Madman's Trial' scene in 'Quacks' where Caroline is cleaning up William's injuries. And although I feel bad for doing so, I just can't help but ship them (Sorry, Robert.) - Caroline is too good for Robert and William is too good for Mina! In an alternate universe (or hypothetical second series), William and Caroline are a couple and living their best lives! Anyway, I hope those who read this enjoy it. As always, if I have missed any Warnings, then please let me know. Any reblogs and/or comments are greatly appreciated! Tag List: @jamiewintons | @pink-booty-butts

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Caroline sighed as the excess water from her cloth drained into the bowl. This had become part of her weekly routine at this point. Another blood-stained cloth from another incident was beginning to form against William’s blood-stained lips. Why, oh why did he insist on getting himself into these battles when the results were always the same?

She had to admire his willingness, though. He dared to try, and he was brave to do so, knowing the insane individuals he would meet up with could (and most likely, would) cause him harm. She just wished that they didn’t. Some small part of her wished he would give up - try something new. She was tired of this weekly occurrence, and her heart broke for him when William would look at her with defeated eyes once more - another attempt to cure the mad failed.

“I’m sorry,” William winced, the cut on his lip stinging from the cloth. As much as he tried to hide the thrill of, dare say, even speaking to Caroline, the guilt of her practically becoming his nurse carried deeply. “You should be with Robert, not cleaning up a failed alienist. But you are kind enough to do this, no matter the appearance I show you every week. Thank you, Caroline.”

Despite Caroline’s ashamed thoughts of wanting William to step away from this, even just for a day, she knew that isn’t what he needed to hear right now. He needed reassurance and she was more than happy to provide that - no matter the type or repercussions.

“William, as your friend, it is my duty to care. You are so brave and what you do is extraordinary. Besides, I like taking care of you.” Caroline’s eyes met William’s and locked for a second too long.

There was always something whenever these meetings occurred - a tension too sharp. Inappropriate thoughts ran wildly and freely in Caroline’s mind at even hearing William’s determined voice. She wondered if it was ever the same for him.

Have images such as her’s ever dared to preoccupy his mind? Has he ever touched himself? Touched himself to the thought of her? Did he ever imagine the words that would be spoken into her ear, as he would run his hands down her form? Too scandalous for words, would he care that she was taken by Robert? Or would that set jealousy within - causing him to want to prove how good he could make her feel; the pleasure he could bring by his praise and worship, and the most delicate yet precise touches to the most intimate part of her body?

William’s voice brought Caroline back to reality. “Are you okay?” He asked, concernedly, “You seem to be in deep thought, Caroline. I hope my injuries haven’t disgusted you.”

It was then that she was reminded of the fight he and Harold got into during the fake trial. How helpless the crowd was; how she was. How he was. The shouting and flailing around on the floor. The punches; the gasps. The bead of blood on William’s lip that was slowly appearing by the sheer force of Harold’s outburst…

“Caroline? Caroline, are you quite alright?”

“Yes!” Caroline cleared her throat and straightened up, the continuous bending down starting to ache her lower back. “Yes, William, I am fine. Your injuries haven’t disgusted me at all. Are you turning into a mad man too?”

William chuckled at Caroline’s joke. He appreciated the humour at this embarrassing and painful time, but he also noticed a slight sense of falseness. “You seem to be a little red. Are you feeling well? Would you like me to observe you? It is the last thing I can do, I can assure you.”

Caroline went back to the bowl to soak the cloth once more. “I was just thinking back to the trial. The pure lunacy of the man! You looked so…” She tried to contain herself and her thoughts. She didn’t want to skip too far ahead to what was a frightful time for William, but God, a gorgeous mess for her. “...helpless. When Harold pushed you onto the floor and hit you. The blood…”

“Yes, it wasn’t the best sight, was it? How embarrassing of me to think I could help.”

Caroline finally squeezed the excess water back into the bowl once more, but this time, placed the cloth onto the table. She faced William and walked back to him. While attending to him, Caroline was careful not to clean up everything so quickly. She bent down again and slowly traced her finger across William’s blooded lip.

“Caroline, what are you-”

She tilted William’s chip up with her other hand, making sure his eyes were only fixated on her. On her mesmerised face. On her finger with his blood.

William’s knuckles turned white by the act. He shifted but didn’t dare to look down, as though to dismiss the shiver he felt by this new intimidating position he found himself in. A gulp came next because should he speak, he was scared of the outcome. The thought of the noise he would make sent him deeper into his perplexed yet newly founded submissive state.

“Mm, yes.” Caroline turned her attention to her blooded finger, while still holding William’s chin with her other hand. “What is it I called you earlier, William?” She circled her finger with her thumb, spreading the fluid. “Helpless?”

Caroline faced William again, the most stunned expression greeting her. She finally dropped the hand at his chin and William breathed out deeply.

What just happened? What was Caroline up to? He was stunned. He tried to compose himself. William remembered his blood was still on Caroline. His face shot up, not knowing where to begin.

“You-”

“Poor thing.” William gulped. “Oh, don’t be so nervous, William. I’m not going to hurt you.” Caroline bent down once more, but this time, made sure to get as close to William’s ear without raising suspicion to the public.

“I have a blood kink,” She breathed into his ear.

Those words sent William insane. He tried to say something, anything, but he found his throat closed up and dry; the air nearly knocked out of him by Caroline’s statement.

Caroline returned to her standing position. With only the face that could only be described as enchanted, adorned by William, she decided to take it one step further. With hesitation, she looked around, almost as if to see if the coast was clear. She locked onto William’s eyes once more and slowly put her blooded finger into her mouth. William was in a daze; hypnotised, even, by Caroline’s action. Every movement she made with her finger until his blood was on her dominant tongue was tracked by his eyes.

William was out of it. He thought this was a dream. He thought he would wake up and have to take care of things. But what Caroline did next proved to be the opposite.

With one finger now licked clean of William’s blood, there was only her thumb to go. This new found confidence Caroline had was now desperate to be shown. With less hesitation this time, she quickly glanced around, and returned her gaze to William.

Quickly and quietly, she placed her thumb onto William’s lower lip. “Open up,” She whispered. Without even realising what was happening or what he was doing, William opened his mouth and felt Caroline’s thumb in his mouth. His blood in his mouth. Caroline’s thumb, with his blood, in his mouth. He ought to find it disgusting. But he was entranced. This feeling was foreign, yet he loved it. He couldn’t help but emit a strangled whine from his throat; he prayed Caroline didn’t hear.

After she was sure the rest of William’s blood was gone, Caroline slowly removed her thumb from William’s mouth. “There we go. Thank you for being so good while I cleaned you up, William. I’ll see you tomorrow, yes? Try not to get into too many fights before then. Otherwise I may just have to clean you up again.”

[jamiewintons]

The Perfect Husband (William Agar/F!Reader)

Summary: Only two months into your marriage, you notice something interesting about your husband.

Tags/Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Married William/Reader. Dom!William. Praise Kink. Marking/Hickeys. Unprotected Sex. Hair Pulling.

A/N: My first time writing a fic for William! This is one of the fics for my request event, and the prompts this time were “William Agar + Marking/Hickeys + Praise”. I hope you enjoy, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated.

Word Count: 1326

William Taglist: @pink-booty-butts, @demontoucansam, @the-fandomgremlin, @glow-inthe-darkstarz, @memelous-mrs-maisel, @agir1ukn0w, @alinearecta, @definetlynotasmutaccount, @clydethesnake

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Everyone likes to be praised on occasion, to know that their efforts don’t go unnoticed by those around them, of that you are sure. But you were beginning to believe that William — your husband of a little over two months — was somewhat different in this aspect.

Whenever you praised him, regardless of what it was for, he would end up awfully flustered, his face flushing a pleasing shade of red. At first, you thought it was simply that he was flattered, but it didn’t take you long to realise that it was something more than that. He was aroused by your simple, sweet words.

Once you noticed this, you decided to closely observe him in other social situations. Being praised by others — which unfortunately didn’t happen that frequently, his work often went unnoticed and unappreciated — didn’t have the same effect on him. He would be flattered, yes, but he would not be aroused whatsoever, which you were certainly glad for. If he did get aroused by other people's praise, you're sure you would find yourself quite jealous.

So, he was aroused by your praise, and your praise alone. That had given you an idea, one that you were excited to try out, and you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait long to do so.

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You and William have grown quite fond of your… marital activities, and have a tendency to perform them often. Almost every night, in fact, and tonight was no different.

Here you are, in your bed together, both completely bare and in the throes of passion. You are straddling William’s lap, his cock buried deep inside of you and his mouth almost always attached to your neck. His large hands hold onto your hips with an almost bruising grip, controlling the pace of your movements.

Both of you usually found it quite difficult to speak during these times, barely able to string together a basic sentence without moaning loudly or completely forgetting what you wanted to say. But you wished to test something, so you fought through the fog of your arousal and primal instincts to speak your thoughts aloud.

“William,” you gasp, feeling his teeth scrape gently against the sensitive flesh of your neck. Your arms, which are wrapped around his back, squeeze him tighter. “William, my God, you feel incredible.”

You’re rewarded with a deep groan against your skin, so you decide to keep this going. “Y-you always make me feel so good, William. I…I wish that we never had to leave this bed.” His grasp on your hips tightens, and he starts thrusting up into you a little faster.  You whine, bringing one of your hands up to tangle in his soft hair, tugging gently.

At this, William’s kisses and nips to your throat grow more passionate. You can tell now that if he carries on like this, he is most certainly going to leave marks. The thought of your husband leaving his mark on you, claiming you as his own, turns you on even further, your lower stomach burning with desire. Of course later, you would have to find some way to cover them up - walking around with those kinds of marks on full display would be simply - but in this moment, you wished for him to leave little purple bruises all over your body.

You sob out William’s name again as his hand comes to your breast, squeezing and massaging, while he continued his relentless assault on your neck. He looks up at you for just the slightest moment, but the animalistic glint in his eye has you grabbing at his hair even harder.

You’re teetering on the edge, so close, yet you know you need something a little more to push you over it. “William, please…” you breathe, at this point struggling even more so to speak when everything feels so overwhelmingly good. “I can’t take it anymore, please, darling, I need to come.” You continue to babble vague praise, about how good it feels to be fucked by him, and how much you need to feel him inside of you, before William finally withdraws from you.

William is often like a different man during sex, much more dominant and assertive, though clearly still only thinking of your pleasure and satisfaction. He manoeuvres your body on the bed and you allow him to do so, with you on your hands and knees facing the headboard, while he is positioned behind you, tightly gripping your plush hips once again.

You don’t even need to speak for William to get back to work, his painfully hard cock entering your sensitive, dripping cunt. You let out a loud, shuddering moan at the feeling, this position allowing him to hit deeper spots than was possible before. You’re gripping onto the pillow in front of you for dear life, honestly beginning to worry that you might tear it apart with your fingernails by accident. William’s unabashed moans from behind you and the way he’s roughly thrusting into you has you tightening around him, just about ready to burst.

You’re quite incapable of speaking once your orgasm hits you, but your sobs and the way your arms give out from under you from the pleasure is all of the praise that William needs. You’re fluttering around him as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, trying to prolong the euphoric feeling. 

Though you thought yourself no longer capable of speech, all of a sudden, your voice returns to you and you’re begging, begging in a tone that you don’t even recognise as your own. You had thought that in the short time you have been married, the two of you had already reached the pinnacle of passion and bliss, but every night you were proven wrong. “William, I need to feel you come undone, I need you to fill me, darling, please!” You hear a sharp gasp from William, his fingers digging deeper. Only one, two more thrusts of his hips and he stills, and he does as you asked, spilling his warmth inside of you.

Both of you are breathing heavily, with you falling down onto the bed, completely and utterly exhausted. It takes a moment for William to move, slowly pulling out of you and making you whimper thanks to now feeling empty. He practically collapses onto the bed beside you, taking a few deep, laboured breaths, before he snaps back to reality.

“Oh, darling… I am so sorry.” When you look over to him, William’s eyes are wide in utter shock at what he has done. He’s studying the marks all over your neck, a mess of red and purple bruises. “I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me, my love.”

You smile at the familiarity of William's words. It was like this every single time. “William, dear. How many times must I tell you that I enjoy the way you are when we make love?” With much effort, you move closer to William, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb, looking into his eyes with such love. “And especially this time. I would not have been praising you like that if I did not enjoy it.”

“Are you sure?” William asks you seriously, his eyebrows furrowed in a quizzical expression. “You’re not simply saying that because I am your husband and you feel like you must?”

“Of course not, dear. If I ever feel uncomfortable, I will make sure to tell you right away.” You nuzzle into William’s neck, still smiling. You relish in how warm his bare skin feels against your own. “Though I doubt I will ever need to. You are the most perfect husband a woman could ask for.”

You see William’s eyes darken yet again with lust, and feel his cock already beginning to twitch back to life at just the smallest bit of praise. A grin spreads over your face, knowing that your activities for tonight are far from over.

[pink-booty-butts]

Valentine’s Day Prompts - Elderberries & Chrysanthemums (William Agar x Reader)

Pairing: William Agar x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1,798

Summary: William is sick and you take care of him! Based on a prompt from this list (I decided to switch the roles bc I did Jamie taking care of you for the fic based on the same prompt, but if anyone wants me to do a version of William taking care of you I’d be down for that so just lmk!!)

Warnings: mentions of sickness, but other than that it’s all fluff and cute! (At least, I hope lmao)

A/N: requested by @thingses-and-stuffses, sorry it took me so long to write this!! i know i’m literally the worst lmao. This is my first time writing for William, so I’m SO SORRY if he’s ooc and if this fic sucks haha but I hope you and everyone else enjoys this fic!! :3 <3

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Your eye spring open as you are woken by the sound of loud, gravely coughs. Your head was currently resting on William’s chest, so you tilted your head upwards to look at his face for answers. You see his eyes are shut and his lips are slightly parted; presumably so he could breathe more easily. You lean your elbow on the mattress while shifting your body upwards so you can check his temperature with the back of your hand, and his eyes slowly open to look at your concerned face. William looks up at you lovingly before his eyes widen in realization and he starts shifting away from you.

“My love, please stay away! I would hate for you to become sick as well,” he tells you, panicked. You notice his voice sounds different, most likely due to the congestion building up in his nose and throat.

You chuckle lightly, amused at his reaction. “My dear husband, you look so unwell I doubt you can even get up from bed on your own. Please, let me take care of you.” The corner of William’s lip curls knowingly, amused yet not surprised at your stubbornness.

“Very well,” he sighs reluctantly. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling the blankets over him again. You brush some stray hairs from his forehead, looking down at him with a soft smile. He returns your gaze before moving his face to the side quickly so he can cough. You chuckle lightly while getting up from the bed, and William immediately misses you being next to him.

“Try to get some rest dear,” you sing while walking towards your wardrobe, intent on getting dressed. “I will return shortly to check on you.” Typically the two of you would engage in casual conversation at this time; giggling and flirting before William went to work and you began your household duties. However, this time there was only the sound of quiet shuffling due to you getting ready for the day and William’s nasally breaths. He watches you adoringly— his mind racing with thoughts of wanting to do nothing more than hold and cherish you all day (among other things)—but instead he was sick and bedridden, forcing you to have to care for him instead. His chest tightens as his eyelids flutter closed, but not before he silently prays that his dreams will be filled with thoughts of you.

He wakes a few hours later, blinking dazedly in confusion when he realizes he can’t feel your presence next to him. William sits up in the bed abruptly as if it would give any insight into where you were. Out of the corner of his eye he notices a form on his bedside table that he does not recognize, and when he turns his head to look at it more clearly he sees a large basket over-flowing with various trinkets. Next to it is a vase filled with red and purple chrysanthemums, which causes William to smile to himself.

The basket itself was filled with various homemade teas, cough syrups, a large bottle of elderberry wine, a loaf of bread, and a mysterious envelope. Whilst picking up the envelope to examine its contents, William briefly wonders how you had time to make and produce all of these items. Though he knew you were exceptionally talented in a multitude of areas, the two of you rarely spent any time apart, aside from him going to work. He is shaken from his musings when he hears the door creak open, turning to his side to see you slowly walk in the room with a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of tea on a tray. He smiles, his face softening at the sight of you coming closer to him.

“Oh, you’re awake!” you exclaim as you walk around to place the tray on his lap and sit on the edge of the bed. William reaches his arm out from under the covers to rest his hand on yours. He gently strokes the top of your hand with the pad of his thumb absentmindedly, losing himself in thought.

“How are you feeling?” you ask. He looks up, away from the tray of soup and into your concerned eyes after your question. William gets lost in your eyes, gazing at you adoringly despite his clear state of physical distress. When he doesn’t respond to your previous question, your eyebrows furrow in concern and you speak again. “William?”

“Oh right yes,” he says quickly, clearly startled. “Honestly about the same as before—just slightly less tired,” he admits. He glances down at the still unopened envelope in his lap, the tray of soup, and back at the basket on his beside table before looking at you. “Thank you so much darling, for everything. I’d be lost without you.”

“I love you too,“ you whisper, sealing your promise with a kiss to his forehead. William closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of you touching him, and wishing desperately that he was able to kiss you without getting you sick. When you pull away you grab the spoon from his tray, filling it with the soup you made and bringing it to his lips. His eyebrows raise slightly, surprised at your gesture. His lips part to welcome the liquid into his mouth, and as it travels down his throat he notices the immediate relief he feels. A warm, comforting silence passes over as you continue feeding him until he is full. After a few, brief moments, William takes the mug of tea from the tray and sets in on his bedside table, allowing you to leave the room to take the tray and bowl back to the kitchen. In your absence, William decides to open the letter from earlier.

William feels his heart drop at the intricate lace and detailing of your card, hit with the immediate realization that he completely forgot about Valentine’s Day. He knows you probably would’ve done all of this for him had he been sick on any other day, but his chest tightens in disappointment that he wasn’t able to take you somewhere and spoil you for your first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. He had been planning for weeks now, pestering Robert and John at all hours of the day with his thoughts about the perfect Valentine’s Day to spend with you so that he could adequately display his love for you. Instead, here he was lying in bed, being useless. His heart sinks again when he realizes that he hasn’t even acknowledged it was Valentines Day to you, seemingly haven forgotten due to feeling so unwell. He chastises himself, here he was planning these grand gestures to display his affection and he couldn’t even be bothered to say a simple phrase.

When you walk back in the room, William notices you holding a small basin and a wet cloth. You sit next to him once again, bringing the cloth to his forehead and wiping it gently. He briefly thinks of how pointless it is of you to do so, as his nervousness is almost certainly causing him to sweat more—but decides to breach the subject anyways to hopefully relieve his anxieties.

“My love,” he starts, his sore throat causing his voice to come out weakly. “I am so, so sorry. I seem to have completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day. I know it must seem insincere after all you’ve done, but I swear to you that I had plans and I wanted to take you somewhere—“ he cuts himself off, feeling tears prick the corner of his eyes at the thought of you feeling unloved and unappreciated. “I hope you do not resent me for it.”

You continue dabbing his forehead as you speak. “Why would I resent you? William, you’re ill. I hardly expect you to walk, much less take me out to dinner in this state.” William looks down at his hands, a whisper of a smile forming on his face due to your understanding nature. He looks back up at you with a concerned face—seemingly about to apologize—but you cut him off before he can begin. “I love you for you, William. Not for your romantic gestures. Please just focus on getting better.”

“Thank you, my love.” William averts his eyes from yours, his cheeks pink. “I know it hasn’t been long, but I miss your touch already.”

“Well, there’s a simple remedy for that,” you grin. You walk around the edge of the bed, lifting off the covers to slide into the bed next to William. William scoffs in disbelief before weakly attempting to scoot away from you.

“Darling, y-you can’t! I couldn’t live with myself if I made you feel this awful,” he admits.

You wrap your arms around him anyways, resting your head on his chest again. “If I do get sick, all that will happen is that you’ll have to take time off from work to lay in bed with me for a few days,” you counter, pressing your lips against his neck. “Which, in my humble opinion seems like a reward, if anything. I’m willing to take the risk.” You lift your head up to give your husband a mischievous grin, which causes him to scoff in amusement.

“I can’t promise I can care for you as well as you do for me,” he admits earnestly, glancing over to the basket next to his table. “Honestly, dearest, you are incredible. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I thank the heavens everyday for the privilege of being your husband, I love you so much.” William was about to continue gushing about you, expressing his love, but he was cut off by having to turn his head quickly so he didn’t sneeze and cough all over your face. His coughs persisted for several more moments; long enough for him to feel exhausted once again.

“Speaking of taking care of you,” you start. “Perhaps it’s time for you to take one of those cough syrups and get some more rest.” You reach over William’s chest to grab one from the basket, and the two of you smile at each other when your hands meet due to him having the same idea. He drinks it quickly, enjoying the taste and sensation of honey traveling down his throat. As it did so, he noticed that he felt ever-so-slightly less awful. Perhaps it was all in his head, or perhaps the notion that love cures all is actually true. You lay your head on his chest and William wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He closes his eyes and smiles in his sleep, dreaming of nothing but you and him and your beautiful life together.

[jamiewintons]

William Agar Smut Alphabet

The fourth in a series of smut alphabets that I’ll be writing for the Baynton Boys. Let me know which boy you’d like to see next!

18+ ONLY! F!Reader. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

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

William is absolutely speechless, every single time, no matter how many times you have sex. He'll lay there with wide eyes, unable to believe how amazing it was.

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

He fixates on the most random body parts, like your wrists or ankles. Just catching a glimpse of them - especially if you happen to be in public - turns him on like nothing else.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

William doesn't like the idea of marring your beautiful skin, truly... but in the heat of the moment, something comes over him, and you end up with hickeys all over your neck and chest. He's so apologetic afterward, and he'll be rambling on about how sorry he is until you tell him that it's okay. You don't mind him leaving his mark on you.

D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)

William is an interesting case. He definitely seems like a sub outside of the bedroom, since he's willing to do pretty much anything you ask, but once you're in bed together, it's like a switch clicks in his brain and he's a lot more dominant. He does everything for your pleasure, though, and he always ensures that you're satisfied.

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

William is a virgin when you meet him (unless he does end up married to Mina, and you get together with him afterward). However, even with his lack of experience, he has a lot of knowledge about anatomy and knows exactly how to touch you, and wants nothing more than to please you.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Make love. Even when he gets the tiniest bit rough, you can still tell how much he adores you.

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

William is serious, 100%. Sex is a serious, intense matter for him, and he's definitely not going to be making jokes.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Touching William in any way, even if it's the gentlest touch of his hand, really gets him going. You showing off your intelligence really turns him on too.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

After you've had sex for the first few times, when William is really turned on he'll grab you and pull you against him, kissing you like his life depends on it (of course, he'll give you a chance to tell him no or push him away if you want to).

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Surprisingly, considering his almost nuclear levels of horniness, William has only masturbated a few times (thanks to Victorian attitudes about such things). After you're married, you basically have to teach him that it's okay for him to enjoy himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Once you're able to get him to open up and talk about sex more, you find that he has some interest in roleplay. Doctor/patient roleplay would be something he'd be really into - with him as the doctor and you as the patient at first, but after some time he'll become more comfortable with reversing the roles.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If you ask William that question, his answer would be your bed, of course! (But honestly, he also enjoys desk sex, whether on his desk in his study at home, or at work).

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

William will have his mouth and hands all over your body before you actually have sex. Getting him in the mood is incredibly easy, as I said earlier all you really need to do is touch him.

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

He won't do anything to hurt or degrade you - he only wants to please and praise you.

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

No man on earth loves giving oral more than William Agar. If he could, he'd spend the rest of his life with his face between your legs, and he's good at it. He loves it so much, that a lot of time he forgets that him receiving is even an option.

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

Mostly slow (then fast) and sensual, but if he's feeling really turned on, he can get just a little bit rough.

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

While William prefers to take his time and spend like an hour worshipping every inch of your body, when you come and visit him at work and "seduce him" (you really don't have to do much), there's no way he's saying no.

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

The only risk William really takes sexually is the risk that someone might catch the two of you having sex on his desk at work (and his mind is so addled by arousal that he's not really thinking about the fact someone might walk in).

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

William can only really go for one round before having to take a break - he puts so much into it, and it's exhausting - but he can usually last a really long time. No matter what, you'll end up satisfied, because even if he doesn't last particularly long for whatever reason, he's more than happy to use his fingers and/or mouth to ensure you're happy.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

No way. He only wants to have sex with you if he loves you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'll spend so long worshipping your body with his hands and mouth, though he doesn't intend to tease you, because if you ask him to hurry up and get to the point, he definitely will.

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

William is loud, to the point that he's embarrassed about the noises he's made after you're both finished. Sometimes, if you're at risk of being heard, you have to kiss him to stop him from getting too loud.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

You don't have sex until your wedding night. As much as he desires you before you're married, William doesn't want to risk ruining your reputation so he holds himself back a great deal.

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

William is a little shy about his body - once again, thanks to Victorian era ideas - but he'll get a little bit more confident thanks to you and how attracted you are to him.

Size-wise, William is pretty average, but he definitely knows how to use what he's got to his (and your) advantage.

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

Really high, probably the highest out of all the Baynton Boys. Though he definitely needs a break between sessions, he could probably be up to having sex two or three times a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

William is pretty exhausted after sex, but he doesn't always fall asleep afterward - especially since you often have sex during the day. But at nighttime, he'll probably want to talk to you for a while before dozing off.