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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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More Than Perfect || Sam Holland

Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of childbirth and the complications afterwards, self-doubt, language?, babiessss, Sam just being a supportive cutie

Word Count: 1,720

Author’s Note: Hopefully you guys enjoy a little bit of dad!Sam. Lemme know :) Also, huge credit to @/marsbudge on Instagram for the picture on the right. She’s amazing in expressing her beauty and is the whole reason I created this piece. Moms/ women in general are fucking superheroes.

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There was nothing like having a baby. You were told that once you had a little one, your life would change and you would never understand the absolute love you have for this tiny human you'd made. When you and Sam got pregnant with your daughter, he was infatuated with your naked body. The tummy and the thick thighs and the ever growing breasts. Not that you yourself particularly minded being nude around your fiancè or just in general, especially when it just so happened that in the worst weeks of your pregnancy you'd be in the middle of summer.

When your belly popped towards the bottom, blossoming up the further you got in your pregnancy, Sam lost his mind. He loved the bump and when his hands wandered, it's often where they ended up. More than anything, Sam appreciated the changes your body went through, especially the stretch marks around your thighs, hips, and belly. The boy was obsessed. That's why his Instagram blew up with pictures of your belly, pictures from the baby shower, of the nursery, of her closet, her name board above the crib, and eventually her when she arrived in the beginning of August.

Virginia Elizabeth was what you named her and Sam, just as much as when she was in your belly, was obsessed with her. She was constantly in his arms and he admired each one of her little features on the daily, dressing her, feeding her (if you couldn't of course), changing her, rocking her to sleep. He was an all around great father.

Especially because of the pain and exhaustion he inevitably and guiltily felt he inflicted on you. Your bump remained for a few weeks, but what it left, Sam saw, made you slightly depressed. Your feet were still swollen, your breasts were huge but your belly was starting to sag, and the bleeding was ridiculous. You slept most of the time because of the constant milk production and late nights, but Sam didn't mind taking Virginia out into the living room and kitchen, especially if his brothers were over to see their baby girl.

However, after about a month you'd gotten somewhat used to being a mom and feeding her late at night with Sam right there at your side, giddy smile on his face the entire time at the look of his girls. He loved introducing you as his girls and going to see family and friends with your bubbly little girl in his arms. But something that seemed to remain after all of it was the nudity in your house.

Sam found that most times he came to find you napping, you were nude beneath the blanket. Not that he minded. Easy access to the skin of your back and belly and thighs. He actually loved the sight and hoped that when he went back to culinary school and eventually went to work as a chef in one of your local restaurants, you'd still be like that, something to look forward to when he climbed into bed with you.

With a day off from work but not from school, Sam was off in the afternoon and back before the sun started to set, walking up the stoop with a smile on his face. Even a few hours spent away from his girls was torturous. Shouldering the door open, he drops his bag just inside, kicking his shoes off just beside it,

"Babe?" He calls. There's no reply, a frown covering Sam's face as he walks towards the nursery. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom when he sees you, smiling to himself. You stand just before your bed, nude with your little girl, only clad in a diaper, in your arms. Your eyes are closed as you sway from side to side, the little one whimpering softly. Walking into the room, Sam stands with his hands on his hips,

"Look at you two." He says softly. You open your eyes slowly, glancing at him. His smile is so wide you don't know how it fits on his face. He takes a deep, breathless like breath, looking you over, "You two are so perfect." He mumbles before he walks forward again, coming to stand behind you. His hands rest over your hips, lips pressed to your temple,

"You smell like biscuits." You murmur softly, not faltering in the swaying, even as you lean back against his chest. He chuckles softly,

"Orange cardamom biscuits. They'd go good with your tea, I'll have to make them sometime for you." He explains softly. You nod, lips pressing against Virginia's cheek. Her little face is turned up towards the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she fights sleep. You sigh,

"I uhh, I took a shower, put her in that little bouncy thing just outside the shower and she got fussy cause it was hot in the bathroom. So I took her out of her onesie and was holding her and I just... her skin on mine felt amazing. Like yours does. And I miss her. I miss..." Sam can see the tears in your eyes now, "I miss my baby bump and being in the hospital smelling that newborn smell and all that." You tell him. He nods,

"Its the postpartum peach. You know it'll pass and you'll have so much fun with her when she's older. Plus... the older she gets, the closer we are to havin another one. More of that newborn smell." He reasons. The look you throw him over your shoulder makes him swallow,

"Alright... yeah, still traumatized from her birth, got it but... you don't have to be so upset. She's still little and perfect... both my girls are, and for the next... what, year, that won't change. She'll get nice and chunky and when she changes, we'll so be ready for it. She'll get giggly and fun and you'll love it. I know you will babe." He reassures. You nod,

"I know I just can't help it. It feels like someone else is controlling my life, my emotions. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize Y/N. Your body, your mind are going through a lot of changes. You're maturing and all that. I'm not upset about it. The crying, from you or her doesn't bother me. At least there's some need for me." He half jokes. You smile, looking down at your baby girl. He sighs,

"I'm really likin this naked thing with you though." He mutters, kissing your shoulder as he molds your hips in his hands. You hum,

"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to get dressed, other times it's just too hot." You reason. Sam nods,

"I like it."

"Oh yeah?" He nods when you glance up at him, "Maybe you should join the party then. I wanna stare at her and she likes daddy's chest." He doesn't even need you to finish the before he's stripping from the grease and oil stained shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you sit at the edge of the bed. You scoot to your side, letting Sam lay down before you before you lay Virginia over his chest. He mumbles incoherently down at her, kissing the top of her head as he strokes down her back. He purrs which makes her whimper, the motion further lulling her to sleep. He glances over at you when you prop your head up on your hand,

"You're a great father Sam. You've always been an awkward little bean but... when it comes to V, you do amazing." He chuckles softly,

"Thanks Y/N/N. You two... mean the world." He admits, rubbing up and down your baby's back softly. You sigh, brushing his unruly curls aside,

"I'm just glad that I don't have to cook. The food you make is excellent and you like doing it and baby loves it too." He laughs again,

"And that's all that matters is making you both happy." He murmurs. There's a silence that permeates between you for a moment before you stand, finding the thin robe you wear all the time if it genuinely is too hot to wear anything else,

"What was this... thing you were saying about orange cardamom biscuits?" You ask with a cock of your eyebrow. He smiles wide, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth,

"I'm starting to think ALL you use me for is food."

"I feed your little girl from my own body like eight times a day. The LEAST you could do is make bomb fucking food Holland." He hums after a moment, eyes averted from yours and to the little girl laid across his chest. He glances back up,

"Can we just... have a little longer of this moment? Just a pretty little family before I'm whisked away to slave over a stove." He jokes. After a moment of staring at each other, you sigh, trying to fight your smile before you near the bed again, sitting at his side,

"Fine Samuel. But only because you're pretty." You lean in to kiss his nose, kissing your baby girl's head just below his chin, "And you too little miss. I just hope you at least get something from me for all the pain and suffering I went through getting you here." Sam reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear,

"You're a great mumma already. I have no doubt that she'll be witty and perfectly perfect. With a mum like you she'll always know she can never disappoint us with whatever decision or life choice she makes. You'll make sure of it and that's what matters. Raising a decent fucking human being." He says with such passion in his eyes you think you'll faint. You stare at him for another moment before sighing,

"I love you more than anything on this earth Samuel Holland. Our little family is just perfect right now." You tell him. Leaning up to kiss you, he sighs,

"Love my girls in all of their beautiful nudity. Love skin to skin." He murmurs. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching your girl sleep. Of course pregnancy and motherhood was difficult, but your fiancè made it so much better and your baby girl was everything and more for the both of you.

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wickedobsessed101 · 3 years

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"Sewing It Up" Oneshot #3: Care For You

Villy was surprised when she awoke on her own. Normally, Nyris assumed the self-appointed role of being her alarm clock. A bouncy, giggly, snuggly alarm clock.

Confused, reached over towards her nightstand and groped for her watch. Nine forty-seven. Much later than Nyris usually woke up on a Saturday. She pushed herself out of bed with a grunted yawn and shuffled over to the door. She twirled her robe around her shoulders and walked down the hall to her step-daughter’s room.

“Nyris?” she asked as she opened the door, wondering if she was awake and decided to read or play quietly. Silence answered her, and she went over to the bed, relaxing slightly when she found her still sleeping. “Good morning. Rise and shine, Jellybean.”

Nyris moaned, but it wasn’t an “I’m still sleepy” moan. It was more of an “I’m not feeling well” moan. Villy’s eyebrows furrowed and she felt her forehead. It was clammy, but didn’t feel dangerously hot.

The touches roused the little girl and she slowly opened her eyes. “Mimsey…”

“Hey, honey. You’re not feeling well this morning?”

“Mmm… back hurts. It’s hot and itches, but hurts when I scratch it.”

Villy lifted her nightgown and lightly touched her back, feeling a large patch of warm, scaly, swollen, blister-covered skin. A rash had developed overnight. She thought back to the previous day, where they were playing in the grass, lying on their backs, wondering if that had triggered it. “Does that hurt?” she asked when Nyris stiffened.

“Uh-huh. It didn’t hurt yesterday.”

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“… No. I want Papa.”

Geri had returned to the Glikkus for the weekend for a conference. “He won’t be back until tomorrow, Jellybean.”

Nyris moaned and curled into a fetal position. Villy searches the back corners of her mind for something that could help soothe her. She remembered her mother rubbing coconut oil on her older sister’s body when her eczema flared up, and figured it would also soothe rashes.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, kissing her forehead and going back to her bedroom. She searched her vanity for the coconut oil. Had she run out? Geri never threw anything away without telling her they needed to replace it, so maybe it was just –

“Ah,” she smiled, finding the tub in question. She opened it and stuck a few fingers in, checking the amount. It was almost gone, but figured it’d be enough to provide some temporary reprise from the pain. She went back to the little girl’s room. “Lay on your tummy, Nyris.”

She heard the little girl shift and sat, lifting her nightgown again and cautiously feeling the infected area, trying to gauge its size.

“No! Don’t touch it!”

“I need to put the coconut oil on. It’ll make you feel better. I promise I’ll be very gentle.”

Nyris pushed away from her with a strained moan. “No! No touch! I want Papa!”

Fighting with the hysterical girl wouldn’t do either of them any good. “Okay. I won’t touch it. Would you like an ice pack instead?”

She relaxed, considering that option. “Mmhmm.”

“Okay. Stay on your tummy. I’ll be right back.”

She kissed her forehead and went down to her workshop to grab a large square of cotton, then up to the kitchen, where she searched for a small, plastic bag from under the sink, and filled it with ice. She tied the bag and wrapped it in the cotton.

When she returned, she found Nyris on her side, curled in a fetal position, hugging her stuffed lamb.

“Lay on your tummy, honey,” she gently reminded, helping her shift and lifting her nightgown again.

“It’s cold,” she complained, trying to squirm away.

“It’ll cool you off and make you feel better.”

The ice helped enough where she now allowed Villy to gently touch it, just to gauge its size. The rash covered her shoulder blades to her mid-back. She gently applied the coconut oil, keeping her touches light, and got through it without any tears.

“I’m hungry,” Nyris announced, sitting up and pawing her stepmother’s arm.

Villy’s stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten yet. “Let’s get breakfast.”

“I want your fuzzy robe, please.”

“You can wear my fuzzy robe.”

The two slid off the bed, making a pitstop at the master bedroom to grab the fuzzy, pink bathrobe in question. The robe was large on the little girl, dragging behind her like a wedding gown train, and Villy suspected that was one of the main reasons she liked it so much.

Nyris seemed to have enough energy to want to help make the food, and Villy helped her crack two eggs into a bowl and whisk the eggs.

“You’re not working today?” Nyris asked, wiping her mouth with her palm, cleaning it from the orange juice mustache.

“No. Elphaba’s on a class trip, and it was going to be closed, anyway.”

“You were very busy.”

“We were. We had a lot of custom orders due.”

“Like that purple dress?”

One of the local politician’s wives had ordered a royal purple mermaid dress with a beaded bodice and large, satin bow in the back. Villy had decided to work on that one at home to free up the shop a tiny bit. It took a week to complete, and every night after dinner, she would lock herself in her workshop until it was time to tuck Nyris into bed and read her a bedtime story.

“Yes. Like the purple dress.”

“It was pretty. I liked the sparkles. You should wear a dress like that.”

“I might. I like mermaid dresses.”

Once they finished, Villy checked Nyris’s back. She made sure to still be extra gentle, still feeling the swollen blisters.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not as much. It’s a tiny bit better now.”

“It doesn’t feel as warm as before. I have an idea. Wait right here.” She returned to the kitchen, searching the cupboard for the canister of oatmeal. She found it behind the cereal (though she didn’t remember putting it there), and opened the drawer for the measuring cups. Scanning the handles, she found the one cup and went back to her stepdaughter. “Come with me, Nyris.”

The little girl sashayed over, slipping her hand into Villy’s. “What are you doing with the oatmeal?”

“You’re gonna have an oatmeal bath.”

“Do I have to eat it afterwards? Can I have a blueberry bath instead?”

“You don’t have to eat it, honey. The oatmeal will help soothe your back.”

“Oh. Okay.”

They went into the bathroom, and Villy filled the tub with warm water, mixing in two cups of oatmeal, and helped Nyris in.

“How long do I have to sit here?”

“Half an hour. I’ll start the timer.” She reached over and groped for the timer on the sink. She turned the dial, setting it for thirty minutes.

“How long is half an hour?”

“Thirty minutes. The timer will ring when it’s over. Do you want your colorful mermaids?”

“Yes, please.”

Villy searched for the two water dolls in the basket next to the tub. Nyris entertained her with a long story about the two mermaids and their best friends, the Colorful Fish. Villy alternated between roleplaying as one of the mermaids, and gently splashing the oatmeal water onto Nyris’s back, making sure it was fully coated.

Nyris was in the middle of the climax of the story when the timer rang. “I’m not finished yet,” she pouted.

“You can finish your story. Then we’ll dry off.”

Nyris continued the story (mostly getting sidetracked and long-winded), only getting out when the water lost its warmth. Villy drained the tub and told Nyris to stand so she could shower her off.

“I don’t like the indoor rain!”

“The oatmeal already did its job, and you don’t want it sticking to you for the rest of the day, do you?”

“I don’t like the shower.”

“It’ll be super quick, I promise.”

She crossed her arms and shook her head, the water splattering across Villy’s face. “No.”

The seamstress set her face, giving the little girl a stern look. “Nyris, we need to shower the oatmeal off.” She turned the water on and turned the center knob to the right to activate the showerhead.

The little girl tried to step out when the water droplets hit her, but Villy held her in place and was able to shower her off, despite her wiggling. She knew she would have to clean out the tub later, but her main focus was getting Nyris done as quickly as possible.

Once she was dry and back in the fuzzy bathrobe, all Nyris wanted to do was cuddle with Villy on the living room sofa.

“Do you wanna relax on the sofa downstairs?”

“No. Stay here.”

“Okay.” The seamstress had planned on getting a bit of work done in her workshop, but hopefully, Nyris would fall asleep soon, and she could carry her down to the sofa in the library.

The little girl ended up falling asleep mid-sentence, telling her about her ballet class, her head resting on her lap. Villy kissed her nose and tenderly brushed her bangs from her forehead. She stayed like this for a while, waiting until she was sure Nyris was deeply asleep, so she wouldn’t wake up.

She slowly slid from under Nyris’s head and stood, leaning down and gracefully lifting her into her arms. She shifted, but stayed asleep, and Villy tightened her grip around her as she walked towards the stairs. She felt for the railing, giving as much strength to her other arm as she could, and slowly made her way downstairs.

It was a bit harder to carry Nyris in one arm, and Villy wondered how long she’d be able to carry her in general. Her little jellybean was growing up, and she knew she wouldn’t stay tiny forever.

She settled Nyris on the sofa, draping a blanket over her and kissing her forehead. She went into her workshop, closing the door so the sewing machine wouldn’t wake her, but ajar enough where she could hear if she wakes up.

She worked for two hours straight, finishing the two dresses on the dress forms, and went back into the library. Nyris was still peacefully asleep, somehow having wrapped herself in the blanket like a burrito.

“Jellybean,” Villy whispered, nuzzling her nose against her cheek to rouse her.

Nyris stirred and opened her eyes. “Hi.”

The seamstress chuckled. “Hi. Did you have a nice nap?”

“Yeah. I had a dream you made Elphie a pretty wedding dress with a long train and lots of flowers.”

“Elphaba’s wedding dress?” Nyris didn’t know the full extent of the stress the last wedding dress had caused her, but the thought of making Elphaba’s wedding dress made her smile. “Who did Elphaba marry?”

“Fiyero!" She laughed. "Will you make Elphie’s wedding dress for her?”

“If she asks me, I’ll gladly do it.”

“And I can help?”

“I’d love your help.”

“Okay.” She wiggled out of her burrito and grabbed her stepmother’s hands. “We can start right now.”

“Wait, honey. Elphaba only got married in your dream, not in real life.”

“… Oh.” She sounded disappointed.

“But I’ll tell you a special secret; I think that dream will become a reality.”

She perked up. “When?”

“Soon. Probably after they finish school. Would you like some lunch?”

“Can I have a fruit cup, please?”

“You don’t want a full lunch?”

“No. Just a fruit cup.”

“Okay.”

Nyris bounced towards the stairs, and Villy quickly folded the blanket before following her. “Where are the fruit cups?”

“They should be in the fridge’s bottom compartment.” Villy followed her and opened the bridges, squatting down and opening the bottom compartment. “Do you want the peaches, pears, or mix?”

“Mix, please.”

Villy reached all the way in the back right and grabbed a large, plastic cup of the lemon, melon, and pear mix. Nyris drank all the juice first before fishing the fruit out, eating the individual pieces slowly.

By the end of the day, the swelling had gone down and the skin had softened.

“It’s less red,” Nyris reported, craning her neck to see her back in the mirror.

“That’s good. We’ll have Papa look at it tomorrow when he comes back. It should be better by then.”

“Okay.” She turned and wrapped her arms around the older woman. “Thank you for taking care of me today.”

Villy returned the embrace. “Of course, Nyris. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

“I know. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

That night, once Nyris was asleep, Villy stepped in the shower, but paused when she felt small, hard chips beneath her feet.

Right, she remembered. The oatmeal.

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#Sew On And Sew Forth #Sewing It Up #original story #oneshot #OC #care for you #family #fanfic #Oz #seamstress #blind character #Elphaba's wedding happened #but did the dress?#read to see if Villy made Elphaba's wedding dress

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lemons-made-here · 4 years

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I loved the NSFW alphabet think with midoria and was wondering if you could make a Kaminari one too? Instant follow btw OMG love the writing

Oh my goodness! You are too kind love! Denki is my baby, hope you enjoy!

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

Cuddle bug!!!! Denki wants nothing more to hold you close and make sure you’re okay. More often than not, he’ll feed you something before you drift off to get your energy back up. Something sweet like strawberries or chocolate, sometimes he’ll heat up Nutella and feed you by the spoonful while you binge reruns.

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

He loves all of you, but he especially loves your face and neck, you can become so expressive with your features if he pushes you just right. Denki loves you smile too, he’s a wholesome boy at heart. On himself however, he likes his hands and chest, after a couple of rough rounds he loves to feel your hair through his fingers and you snuggled up to the sound of his heartbeat

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Kaminari prefers to cum on your stomach or chest if he doesn’t cum in you, but it really depends on the day and how he’s feeling. From you on the other hand, Denki wants your cum all over him, coating his thighs and/or face makes him go wild.

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

He wants you to get a piercing below the waistline. Its completely your choice obviously, because Denki would never dare bringing it up. Something inside him wants you to feel a little extra jolt when he’s getting you off with his hands.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hah! No. Kaminari has watched his share of porn, but is still quite lacking in experience. He’s a fast learner though, he knows how to make you come undone and screaming his name.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Standard missionary does it for him, but it depends. If you two were cuddling and you both want to go at it, He’s not opposed to doing it on your sides. If Denki’s in a teasing mood, he’ll swing your legs over his shoulders to thrust into you deeper. Overall, he’s up for anything once.

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

Absolutely, Kaminari is a goofball to the core, giggly, goofy sex is just hwat he needs sometimes. It means a lot more to him than you might think, it means you’re comfatable enough to not only fuck around with him, but you can get a good laugh out as well.

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

100% carpet matches the drapes, ita laughable. He shaves almost all of it, if he doesn’t, it gets all frizzy when he uses his quirk, which is often in the bedroom.

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

Kaminari’s such the sweetheart!!! He’s a cheesy romantic but romantic nonetheless. He’s got the whole rose petal stage out of the way though, its the little things he uses to make you happy. He’ll rub out your sore spot whenever he can, he carries you bridal style every morning after, no matter your ability to walk, lastly without fail, after every orgasm he makes sure to shower you in adoration and kisses, because “You deserve them! You’re my everything (Y/N), and I don’t want you to forget that”

J = Jerk Off (How often, what are they thinking about, …)

All the time, twice in the shower, after a workout, during his break at the agency, just... so much. But! As his significant other, you somewhat control it, even if that means three rounds before breakfast and two after midnight, because of course he’s still horny. Or you know, a cock cage, but that’s up to you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Overstimulating and edging are extremely common, if you edge the poor baby enough, Denki will beg for just about anything. Which leads to over stimulation, deep down Kaminari just wants to be used, milk him round after round until he’s crying cums from a simple touch... then keep going.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

As mentioned before, anywhere and everywhere, no place is too extreme. There are some strange ones though. On his agency’s roof in the middle of the day, Kirishima’s and Bakugou’s kitchen table, back in your UA days Aizawa’s desk, the cafeteria half an hour before lunch, the list goes on and on.

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

If you scratch his scalp, squeeze him tighter in a hug, or touching his lips. Denki will try his best to control his urges, but if you persist, be ready for a fucking.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, being selfish is isn’t quite right, but its the jist. Denki wants you to himself, he wants to be the reason you’re getting off, not anyone else. Also anything to hurts you emotionally or physically. While he does use his quirk in bed, he’s gained enough control for you to trust him and to trust himself. But anything else close to hurting you is off the table.

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

Denki likes giving just a little more than receiving, as much as he loves the feeling of your hot tongue under his dick, he enjoys the way you whine, squirm and pant just a little more.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Denki’s a very bouncy boy, like, Pinkie Pie level bounce, half of it is his quirk, the other half is pure adrenaline ready to fuck 24/7. So if you’re crunched for time, Kaminari will leave your legs out of operation for the next three to five business days. But if you have no time restraints, his thrusts are a little sharper, has a tad more patience to tease the hell out of you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kaminari is the king of of quickies, in the car ten minutes before an important hero event, in a supply closet at the agency, in the spare bedroom of a friend’s house at a party? All of them have been done and will continue to happen

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kaminari lives for the thrill, any chance you’ll get caught gets him off faster. “Hush baby, one squeak and someone could come in, imagine, they’ll see you dripping for me”, “Bite my shoulder (Y/N), we wouldn’t want anyone else to hear your moans, now do we?”

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

Denki tries his best to get you to your climax first, but besides that he can go an average of three to four rounds before he oversensitive. At that point, you don’t have to do anything more than bite his neck or grind down on him a little to get him to cum.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

So, so, so many. cock rings, strap-ons, vibrators, cuffs, rope, name it, you probably have it. The two of you go into your local shop at least twice a month, you now have a family discount just from being in there so often. you may or may not have bumped into Midnight herself more than once...that was a fun drive home

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kaminari teases when and where he finds it most inappropriate, which is just about everywhere. He’ll glide his arms up and down your chest and gnaw on your neck form behind, and leave three seconds later. If his arm in around your waist, chances are his thumb is under your waistband stroking your thigh.

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

Aside from plenty of dirty talk, Denki isn’t terribly loud. His pants and groans are about as loud as he gets, but if you’re whining or begging in the slightest, he will not shut up. Kaminari’s obviously pretty cocky, so make any sound telling him he’s doing something right, he’s going to tease you for every other word

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Not only is Denki a switch, it is extremely easy to get him to submit. He’s such an obedient sub too, he just wants to be good and get the most orgasms out of the both of you as possible, 12/10 pillow princess

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kaminari’s pretty average, about 6-7 inches when he’s fully hard. on the bright side, he can use his quirk with his dick, which is exciting to say the least.

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

All. The Damn. Time. Ya’ll fuck like rabbits on the average weekday. If you’re around friends, he’ll press is hard-on into your ass, nuzzling your neck and running his thumbs along your waistline.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe thirty to forty-five minutes, Kaminari is pretty sleepy afterwards, which makes him even more sappy, As soon as your’e asleep and content, he’ll doze off too

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Alright but you should keep rambling about bengil, the sweetest and most underrated ship of this fandom, and also talk about the sex because these cutiepies are guaranteed to have A+ bedroom fun amirite

nonnie i specifically chose not to talk about the sexytimes because then it would be too long and even more rambling how dare you nonnie how dare

because okay everyone thought that ben had great stamina when it comes to the sexytimes but. here comes happy bubbly gil ready to give ben a run for his money

but like. that first time they do anything remotely naughty in that way. ben is kinda nervous but gil is just giddy and giggly and more bouncy than usual all day and ben finally cracks and asks what’s up and gil’s just like. dude. we’re gonna do the naked tango soon

and ben is just like. WHAT. did you call it. and kinda cracks up because what a ridiculous thing. and ben’s laugh is kinda like gil’s favorite thing ever so their laughter fit becomes a makeout session and they basically just frot against each other to climax all while giggling like idiots BECAUSE THEY ARE

and then gil’s like that was fun let me eat you out now and much to ben’s surprise and pleasure gil reduces him to writhing mess for like an hour or so. the sheets are definitely ruined. ben hasn’t drooled that much in ages. and gil reduced him to such a state by solely focusing on his ass. ben’s pretty sure he saw the secrets of the universe okay. gil’s tongue is magical.

and then! there’s the first time ben tops. gil is like okay hands and knees yeah let’s do this mr king sir. and ben’s just like. nah. and after he makes gil come a few times just by fingering him, ben has gil on his back, practically folded in half, and if doing the do while facing each other wasn’t freaky enough [gil is from the island okay intimacy isn’t really a thing], ben kisses him while thrusting into him. gil’s never experienced anything like it and he never wants it to end. and it doesn’t cause ben doesn’t let himself come until gil does. several times over.

it’s an all night affair and some of the staff is like yeah we’re not going near that room because gil is a mouthy fuck. and afterwards when he’s so sated he can’t even move, gil’s just like dude there’s no way you’re human that was beyond awesome.

and ben’s like yeah… kinda didn’t know i had that in me. and gil is like +__+ let’s draw that out more often. and ben’s like. i guess that’s okay. but after you fuck me first okay but later. we need rest and food or something. but he snuggles gil and gil is like !!! and snuggles back.

these two sweet dorks i hate them lmao

#STOP MAKING ME WORD VOMIT NONNIE I HAVE THINGS TO DO #they really are dork disasters tho #like how much you wanna bet that gil accidentally nonchalantly tells a crowd of people #that ben's dick bomb too strong like got damn #everyone freezes and ben's just like heaven help me #and gil is just like what i say #shippy speaks #okay that was more than five tags right #bengil #Anonymous #the lemony stuff

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