#nsfwabcs

[pixaho]

NSFW Alphabet Headcannon | Kizzy

Author's Note | I love Kizzy and Kaito, despite their Sadistic and Masochistic ways. I adore them. So I'm happy that I get to write Kizzy (I rolled the wheel, originally it landed on Cobra but I already wrote Cobra) I'm so excited! I typically write Kizzy as a they/them but for this, I wrote her as a she/her because I absolutely love her. Shoulda named myself "Kizzy's Future Wife".

Warnings | Do I really need to say this? It's smut. It's in the title.

Masterlist High & Low

A - Aftercare

Kizzy is a goddess at aftercare, we're talking about a person who takes care of herself. Despite her sadistic tendacies, she takes pleasure in caring for her partner. Majority of the aftercare is Kizzy cuddling and asking if you are ok.

B - Body Part

Kizzy's favorite body part of yours is everything. She sees no flaws in you as she believes you are perfect. But if she really had to choose a body part, its your face. She loves seeing your face when she does something random.

C - Cum

For Kizzy, she doesn't really care. She likes messes, she prefers you as a mess. How much cum is around the room, isn't really what bothers her.

D - Dirty Secret

She is way too into seeing you wear short clothes. For some reason it turns her on a lot. If you're wearing short shorts, a short skirt, a short top, or even a short jacket she'll be all over you. Best believe if you had a date, not anymore.

E - Experience

She isn't as experienced with women as she is with men (Kaito obviously <3) but she does surprisingly well. She doesn't act like a pro during the times you spend together but she is kind of cocky.

F - Favorite Position

69 and face sitting. It's no lie that Kizzy loves making sure you both have the equal amount but occasionally she does want one or the other person to have more pleasure. Depends on who's day was bad.

G - Goofy

Not serious at all, she will be making you giggle like it's a middle school gossip group. But when she is serious, its a quiet session.

H - Hair

CARE FREE DOWN THERE BABY! Kizzy will sometimes shave down there, but it is rare and it doesn't necessarily bother you (or kaito ;)) as it's a natural thing and you shouldn't feel embarrassed by it.

I - Intimacy

She can be romantic when she wants to be or she can be chaotic. Majority of the time she's a hard struck romantic, wanting nothing but the best for you. Other times, she's a chaotic romantic, meaning you will be finding rose petals everywhere for at least a week because she decided to tear the flowers to shreds.

J - Jacking Off

Kizzy does this more than she'd like to admit, she does it when you aren't around because she misses your touch. She also does it when you send her pics. ;)

K - Kink

Sadism, this is a given seeing as how she enjoyed beating a guy down. Though she wouldn't ever treat you badly unless you asked. Praise and Degradation kinks. Kizzy loves receiving praises and degrades, she also loves giving them. You could be doing anything and she'd whisper how much of a good girl you are.

L - Location

Preferably a couch, bed, or bath tub / shower. But Kizzy will settle for a car too, she would have you laying across the seat, legs wide open and her hands going to work whilst her mouth in on your neck.

M - Motivation

It takes nothing to make Kizzy the way she is, you could be doing anything and she would want to bang you right there on the spot. Cooking? Bang. Eating? Bang. Getting dressed? Bang bang bang!

N - No

Non consensual stuff. As she worked in Doubt, she grew a fear of non-consensual acts during sex. It made her really uncomfortable and she never wanted to act that out to her lover(s). She's also not into somnophilia as it makes her extremely uncomfortable.

O - Oral

Absolutely gives and receives. She gives more than she receives as she loves giving pleasure to the person she loves, it's very warming. She does it more than once in a session just to see you squirm under her.

P - Pace

Kizzy is not one for slow paced acts, as being slow during sex is hard for her. She is more of a quick pace kind of gal with you. Now she can do slow, but that is usually rough. Let's just say... legs shaking.

Q - Quickies

These are not as common as you'd think. She prefers to do it with you for long hours, not minutes. If she does settle for a quickie, it's simply because she has something to do within the next few minutes or she won't be with you until late at night.

R - Risk

Reputation? Kizzy barely cares about that, all she really cares about is making sure you are safe and also making sure that Rocky doesn't think she's abusing women in any type of way. She wouldn't though. I mean it's pretty easy to hear you guys when you live right above Club Haven.

S - Stamina

Baby, you gon' last a long time. Kizzy has a lot of stamina in her, especially during sexy time. It's actually quite surprising to you on how she manages to make you lose your mind with her still being able to breathe and wanting even more of you.

T - Toy

She does use toys on you such as strap on's and vibrators, but this is just so she can see your reactions. She's quite the magician with these toys as no matter what she does, they always feel amazing.

U - Unfair

She's only really ever unfair when she's being sadistic towards you. She enjoys watching you whine while you guys are at it, her hands all over your body as you squirm, firmly keeping you in place riding her thigh.

V - Volume

She allows you to be as loud as you need to be. Why be ashamed of getting something really good? By the time you guys are finished, the whole club has already heard you guys. Even Rocky, who doesn't like intruding on his friends, looks at you guys in bewilderment.

W - Wild Card

She will try any sex position with you as long as you are comfortable with trying it. Almost all the time its her asking, but on rare occasions you also ask. If you like a certain position, she will make that a routine. If you don't, she crosses it off her list. She wants to make sure that she knows what you like and what you don't like.

X - X-Ray

Kizzy doesn't have a dick but she does have dildos ranging in all sizes. I say so.

Y - Yearning

She enjoys coming back after a long day, turning on the shower and asking you to join her. 90% of the time this turns in her fucking you relentlessly as you try to stay quiet. If it isn't in the shower, she waits for you to get back and will allow you to go down on her if you want.

Z - Zzz

Depending on who does the aftercare. If she does it, she won't fall asleep until she hears your breathing soften and the snores. It makes her feel even more safe knowing that you are okay. If it's you who does the aftercare, you both fall asleep in each others arms, knowing you are both safe.

#elixirol0gy #high and low fanfic #high and low #highandlowfanfic #frothing at the mouth #highandlowsmut #high and low kizzy #highandlowkizzy #high and low kizzy smut #nsfwalphabet #nsfwabcs

[nowitswetme]

Dirty Talk from Dean’s Magic Mouth

Word Count: ~1075

Warnings: all the dirty talk - consistent use of the f word, slight domDean, slight degradation, thigh riding, mentions of p-in-v sex and rough sex, and pure addictive heaven from Dean’s perfect lips

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

No one in the history of ever has been as good at dirty talk as Dean Winchester is. He’s oh so crazy good at it. Like, could-make-you-cum-with-just-his-words-in-under-two-minutes crazy good. A literal lifetime of practice in smooth talking of all sorts has made him insanely talented with his words. Which is a very good thing. Because since his mind is always going, so is his mouth.

He’s irresistible in person. You’ve routinely gone from calm and composed to completely soaked in twenty seconds. There’s nothing like hearing Dean purr his own special brand of dirty poetry in his low, lust-soaked timbre. That same deep voice and verbal talent also make him easily the best over-the-phone fuck that you can possibly imagine. Expertly coaxing you to ecstasy with his detailed descriptions and filthy fantasies. He’s made you cum while he’s on the other end of the line more times than you can count. Even from a distance, Dean never stops until he’s sent your pussy over the peak a good few times. 

You really honestly think he could make a fortune selling naughty audios. Ya think so? Shit. Maybe I missed my calling, Sweetness. Ummm yeah. He absolutely did. Anyone would pay a fortune to be blessed enough to get off to those staggeringly sexy words. How he can be so incredibly filthy and yet somehow sweet at the same time is a beautiful mystery to you. Ya know, I really think I should get to speak for myself here. Gotta give the full impression when my reputation for havin’ a tempting tongue’s at stake. Fair point. Have at it, Dean. Whatcha wanna hear, y/n? Hmmm? I know whatcha need, Sweetness. Come lean into my chest and lay your head back so I can say it right here in your ear and drive you a little nuts, yeah?

Wanna hear about how much I fuckin’ love your body? How I’ve never seen anything so mesmerizing? How I wanna lay you down and tie your hands above your head and work my mouth over every last inch of you until you’re beggin’ for my cock? I’m so thirsty for you, Sweetness. Mmmm. Always so fuckin’ thirsty. Wanna taste your sweet pussy and run my hands over your gorgeous curves and pull you apart, piece by piece, until the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours is how crazy, intensely, unbelievably good I make you feel, y/n. He pauses his skilled seduction for a few seconds to run his hands over you and give a full, wet kiss to your neck right there below the ear he’s been murmuring sin into. And a small part of you registers that you should probably be ashamed of the fact that you’re practically panting and decidedly wet already. But the rest of you doesn’t care. At all. Not when it’s at his lips. Want some more, Sweetness? Oh, fuck yes. I think about you like this when I’m strokin’ myself, ya know. About you – all strung out with that same gorgeous, lust-glazed look in your adorable eyes that they’ve got in them now. And those sexy little whimpers falling from your tasty, perfect, pillow-soft lips. Your blissed out brain lost to anything but the dizzying pleasure I’m givin’ you. Desperate for my fingers, or my mouth, or my big, thick cock. Fuck, and I wanna give ‘em to ya, Sweetness. You want that? Want me to make you feel too fuckin’ good for words? Oh fuck. Please, Dean. Mmmm, fuck. That’s it. I love it when you beg like that, y/n. Fuck. Can you feel me against your ass, Sweetness? Makes me so damn steely to hear you plead for me to take you apart. Fuck, it’s so hot. Kills me when you’re so drunk on my love and my lust that you can’t do anything but surrender to your need for me, Sweetness. Do it again, yeah? Yes, Dean. Please. Please, anything you want. He starts to tease his fingers under the edge of your panties, reveling in the way you’re so exquisitely turned on by his voice and his potent praises.

Anything I want, huh? What if I wanna keep you spread out over me, just like this? Strip you down and swirl slow, sweet circles of perfect pressure over your clit until you’re so damn achy that you’re all shaky and whiny and desperately needy. You gonna be good for me? Let me play with you all night and get you high on lust and longing? Fuck. Wanna make you feel like you’re floatin’ on a cloud of carnal pleasure and you never wanna come down, Sweetness. Or maybe I wanna flip you around. Settle my hands on your hips and help you grind yourself over my thigh while I keep spinnin’ sin in your ear. Make your swollen clit so fuckin’ achy that you beg me to let you cum, right here on my thigh like a frantic whore. Fuck, it’s addictive when you’re cravin’ me that badly, y/n. Can’t get enough of it. Mmmm. Yeah, that’s what we’re gonna do.

In a flash, he has you spun around and over his thigh, face plastered with a smug smirk and hands guiding you back and forth in slow, calculated movements. That’s it, Sweetness. Feels sooo good under your pretty pussy, doesn’t it? Fuck. You’re already seconds from spiraling, aren’t ya? I can tell. That’s my girl, y/n. Always so good for me. Mmmm. But you know you’re not cummin’ yet, right? Can’t have that, Sweetness. Gonna need you to wait for when you’re wrapped around me, all full and floaty and feeling fuckin’ amazing. Gonna make you scream, Sweetness. You’re gonna be chantin’ my name whether you want to or not. I’m gonna hit that sweet spot deep up inside you that makes you fuckin’ sing. Over and over again. And I’m not stoppin’ there, y/n. We’re goin’ until you’re hopelessly spent and I finally decide to grant mercy to your poor, sore pussy so she can rest up for tomorrow. How’s that sound, Sweetness? Should I carry you to my bed and fuck you until you can’t speak? Think you can handle it? Mmmm c’mon. You know I’ll pamper the hell outta you afterwards. Yeah? Good girl, y/n. Let’s go.

@mwitsmejk @akshi8278​ @love-jackles​

#dean winchester abcs #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #nsfwabcs #winniewrites

[stylusmusings]

Still taking requests (especially ones that aren’t stranger things based).

Here’s a list of a few fandoms, I’ll also do the actors instead of the characters if wanted, for NSFW ABC:

Titans (2018)

Teen Wolf

The Vampire Diaries

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (Actors 18+ only)

Riverdale

Pretty Little Liars

Most guys on TikTok as long as they’re hot

Fate: Winx Saga

Cobra Kai (Actors 18+ only) High School Musical: The Series (Actors 18+ only)

Hell, I’ll even take story ideas for any of these fandoms if you have them.

#dc titans #tiktok boys #nsfwabc #lgbt #smut #abc #hype house #the vampire diares imagine #teen wolf #pretty little liars #chilling adventures of sabrina #caos netflix #riverdale #fate: the winx saga #cobra kai

[sheerfreesia007]

Flufftober #1

Title: Flufftober #1

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve rogers x ofc

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 805

Prompt: Wearing each other’s clothes

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Author Notes: Getting back into writing after taking a long hiatus. Enjoy! And Happy Spooky Season!

Gif Credit: @nsfwabc

Steve frowned softly as he gazed into his closet staring at the sweatshirts hanging up. He reached forward and moved some of the hangers aside looking for his favorite well worn sweatshirt. It was the one he had received when he first joined the avengers and had started working out in the gym at Stark Tower. A navy blue pull over sweatshirt that was butter soft now from all the use of it with the logo for Stark Industries. Turning from the closet he opened up his nearest dresser and began rummaging through it.

    Not finding what he was looking for Steve sighed softly before pulling out one of the other many sweatshirts that he owned. He idly wondered what he did with his favorite one as he slipped the sweatshirt over his head and down his torso. He could’ve sworn he had worn it the last time he went for a run, but besides that he couldn’t remember where it had gotten off to. His mind still raced with thoughts of where his sweatshirt could be as he exited his bedroom and made his way to the kitchen and lounge area.

    Steve was lost in his thoughts of retracing his movements that he didn’t realize he had already walked into the kitchen. It was only when you held out his usual post workout protein shake to him that he was able to focus. He startled slightly before you as his eyes narrowed in on the familiar navy blue sweatshirt you were wearing. Recognition slowly filtered in through his brain and a soft smirk grew on his face. He finally remembered why he couldn’t remember what had happened to it on his run. You had gotten cold halfway through your run with him and he had easily offered the sweatshirt up to you so that you wouldn’t be colder than you had to be.

    The two of you had been growing closer over the past month ever since you had expressed that you wanted to start a new workout routine. Steve had been helping you with new workout routines and perfecting your weight lifting form. He had been pleasantly surprised when you had followed through with all of his advice and had become stronger because of his help. But he didn’t realize you had become comfortable enough with him to start stealing his sweatshirts.

    And he had to admit that the sweatshirt looked good on you. It almost swallowed your smaller body but Steve let his eyes drift down your body in appreciation. His eyes danced along the hem of it as it fell to just the middle of your ass at your hip bones. Steve felt as if he was staring at you for too long and quickly diverted his eyes back up to your face.

    He gladly took the bottle from your hand letting his fingers graze against the back of your hand making you shiver slightly, before taking a large gulp of the shake. Moving to lean back against the counter he watched as you moved around the kitchen making your own protein shake. His eyes continuously darted over the large sweatshirt on your body and felt his own body heat with warmth as he appreciated how pretty you looked in his clothes. He knew he had to tease you on your snafu. When you stood at the sink to his right he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

    “So you’re my sweatshirt thief huh?” Your reaction was to jerk back from him as you stared down at the sweatshirt you wore in shocked silence. Steve smirked widely as he watched your eyes go wide before darting back up to him. Your hands twisted in the cuffs of his sweatshirt and made the material cover your hands shyly making Steve’s breath catch in his throat.

    “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I thought it was mine the last time we went for a run. I totally forgot you gave it to me that day. Here let me wash it and return it to you.” You said hurriedly as you reached for the hem to lift the shirt. Steve quickly reached out to stop you as he shook his head. The fact that you would so easily hand over the sweatshirt you were wearing for him made Steve’s chest bloom with warmth and affection. You were selfless when someone was in need and he admired that characteristic of yours. It made him fall for you even more when he saw this side of you.

    “No, no it’s okay. I’m just happy to have found it.” he eased you reassuringly. “Besides it looks better on you.” he said mischievously, liking your flustered reaction. When you jerked back and gaped at him Steve thought he’d enjoy finding ways to pull this reaction from you.

#steve rogers x ofc #my writing #marvel #flufftober 2022

[hopespeak-hs-hostclub]

Can we get a Fuyuhiko NSFW alphabet up in here? Your writing is SO good!

YES MY LIL KINGGGGGG I hope you love!!

TW:// mention of weapons (knives and guns)

A (Aftercare) lots of kisses and snuggles. He’s always super gentle and caring for you after, bc he doesn’t want you to be too sore from him. Back rubs, playing with your hair, just very touchy.

B (fave body part) he’s a chest guy. Regardless of gender btw. He doesn’t mind how big or small your chest is, he just loves to grab it and kiss it.

C (cum) he’s good at controlling himself, so he only cums once, but god is it well earned and built up. And there’s a lot.

D (dirty Secret) before you two officially started dating he would masturbate and think of you. He’s even accidentally moaned your name while somebody else was giving him a hand job.

E (experience) even though other people have given him hand jobs, up until he met you he was still a virgin. He’s gotten jerked off, and he’s used his hands on others before as well, but he’s never gone all the way.

F (favorite Position) anything if you’re facing him. He wants to be able to touch grab and kiss you.

G = (Goofy?) does he try to be? No way. Is he? Oh yes. The two of you have bumped heads and fumbled around and you laugh all the time. Which does tend to embarrass him some, but you always reassure him you love him.

H = (Hair) Fuyuhiko typically doesn’t shave or trim. He typically doesn’t care either way with you, but if he plans on going down on you he asks you to shave a little bit

I = (Intimacy) he isn’t the most intimate but he does try to communicate with you during sex. “You’re doing so good” “I love how you take all of daddy’s dick so easily” “you’re my little cum slut aren’t you?” Sorry I got carried away

J = (Jack Off) All the time. He purposely does it in rooms he knows you’ll be in so that you “catch” him and offer to help.

K = (Kink) bondage, knife play. He loves to tie you up, and loves to cuff you and bind you. He also likes knives. He’ll never cut you, but he’ll hold the blade to your skin so you feel the cold metal against you. He also loves to cut your shirts off of your body.

L = (Location) bedroom or bathroom, but typically in bed. Although if you ever suggest shower or tub sex, he’ll eagerly join you.

M = ( Motivation) he’s obsessed with lingerie. Show off your skin while you’re all dressed up down just for him. Also, call him your king. He’ll get a boned then and there.

N = (NO) the knife play, which was your idea, is the scariest thing he’ll do. He’s a Yakuza after all. He would hate to accidentally hurt you especially after what he does all day long.

O = (Oral) he isn’t the biggest fan of oral typically, although he knows you love it so he plans on doing it to you every once in a while.

P = (Pace) Fuyuhiko moves fast and deep. He loves bottoming you out and making you moan and whimper in pleasure, unable to even use your words.

Q = (Quickie) that’s complicated. He loves foreplay and makes sure it lasts for a while, but sex can be over within 20 minutes or so some of the time. Not a super quick quickie, but ya know. He also has come home from a tough day and you’ve had super quick shower sex.

R = (Risk) not unless you ask. Like the knife play, which was your idea, he would never do anything that could result in you getting hurt somehow.

S = (Stamina) not horribly long. Usually 30 minutes - an hour. He’ll always make you cum at least 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 times, whereas he usually only cums once towards the end.

T = (toy) he likes using vibrators inside you. He wants to watch you beg for him to take it out and just fuck you.

U = (Unfair) FUYUHIKO IS A TEASE TEASE TEASE!!! He literally does anything he can to get you to beg for him.

V = (Volume) LOUD. he moans, screams, dirty talks, grunts with every single thrust he makes- he’s always cursing under his breath too.

W = (Weird fact) he’s thought about bringing his UNLOADED gun into the bedroom before, because he knows you like the knife play, but it makes him nervous even though he knows he’d be extra careful and unload it before hand. He just doesn’t want to risk hurting or scaring you more than you agree too.

X = (X-Ray) Man, he might be short and small but his dick sure isn’t. Fuyuhiko is much bigger than average at about 9 inches. And he tries to get every inch of it inside of you.

Y = (Yearning) he honestly isn’t too horny most of the time. It’s usually after a really long day where he comes home and just needs to let go when he really wants you.

Z = (ZZZ) Fuyuhiko will always lay in bed with you after, but honestly, he’s just cuddling you. He typically turns on TV or a video on his phone and watches it while you lay together. Takes him roughly 2-4 hours before he even tries to sleep.

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 #super danganronpa another 2 #super danganronpa two #super danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa goodbye despair #goodbye despair #fuyuhiko headcanons #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko imagine #fuyuhiko x reader #sdr2 fuyuhiko #sdr2 smut #sdr2 Fuyuhiko smut #Fuyuhiko smut #Fuyuhiko lemon #Fuyuhiko not sfw #Fuyuhiko abc #nsfwabc #not safe for work Fuyuhiko #Fuyuhiko dirty hc

[boneandfur]

Marlcaster NSFW ABC Teaser

Rating: Erotica. By clicking on "read more" you agree that you are an adult and can read content intended for adults. // Words: // Pairing: Ned x Dita

•••

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

"Try this, Mr Marlcaster." With Briar on one side of him and Perdita across from him, Edmund is having a hard time concentrating on his dinner. When the owner had come by, he had mistaken Edmund and Briar for the newlyweds with a prosecco toast of "Per cent'anni," meaning a hundred years of luck and happiness. Perdita had not given away the secret, but when she had met his gaze from across the table and winked, he knew then that She is the only woman in the world I want a hundred years with.

The moment had passed, and now he cannot keep his eyes from straying to her again and again, to wonder how she became such an irredeemable flirt and it slipped his notice; he wants to grasp for every moment he can, yet he knows they are slipping through his fingers faster than coins from a bet on a racehorse at Newmarket. Soon, they will return to England, she will return to Sinclaire's bed... and then I will have lost her.

"Edmund!" Briar smiles sweetly, as though she did not just elbow him hard. "Perdita wants to know if you tried the figs and honey?"

Edmund gazes across the table at his wife of five weeks. She licks her fingers, moaning, and it goes straight to his blood. He pushes the chair back. A walk to clear his head, that is what he needs. "I need a walk."

"So soon?" Perdita purrs, and she sucks the honey from her fingers, eyes half-lidded, making another throaty moan of ecstasy.

Edmund cannot get away fast enough. He hurries back to their hotel, letting himself into their dark room, where a pair of her underthings have been casually tossed over a chair. He picks them up, burying his nose in her sweet scent, and moans loudly, not caring who will hear. He can feel his cock throbbing in his trousers, and he unbuttons them jerkily, grasping his yard in one hand and stroking it firm and fast, thinking of Perdita's lips upon it, wetness shining at the tip.

Husband... of her riding him, that morning so long ago, her breasts bouncing up and down as she gripped his hands in hers and placed them on her hips, guiding his mouth to one nipple. Edmund groans, feeling himself beginning to peak, and he clenches his jaw as he imagines the way she'd tightened so hard around him that an expression of pure bliss had stolen across her features as she came for him -- only for him, her husband, her friend -- and he explodes, his seed spurting all over his hand.

When Perdita returns to the bedchamber, she touches his forehead for a moment with her lips, and he makes his breathing quiet, steady. He will not disturb her, after all, it is not him she wants.

But when he's sleeping, or she thinks he is, he feels her move in the sheets beside him, and the musky scent of her arousal perfumes the air. It takes everything he has in him not to roll over and bury his tongue deep inside of her, but he resists, knowing he is a man damned for all of time.

•••

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

They are alone in the bridal bedchamber at last, both scrubbed clean of the dust of the road. Perdita is wearing only her shift when he enters the room, and when he takes her hand, she is trembling. "What ails you, Lady Perdita?" Edmund asks, and when he brushes his lips over her hand, her stomach flips. She tightens her fingers on his, staring up at him from beneath her lashes.

"I..." she bites her bottom lip, looking up at him. Here is a man she barely knows anything about except that when he's away from his mother he has begun to act like the man he should have been all along -- after all, he's eloped with her, a convenient marriage that grants the both of them what they most desire. Edgewater. Well, she may as well come right out with it. "I'm nervous. About..." she looks at the bed.

"Don't be. We've both done it before," Edmund says with a low laugh, chucking her under the chin. "Which manner is your favorite, wife?"

Which manner? Perdita's forehead wrinkles. "Which... I don't know what you mean, Husband. Isn't there only one manner?"

"Oh, little wife, you have a lot to learn," Edmund chuckles sagely. Her new husband crosses to his luggage, and pulls out a book. "I would be most surprised if Mr Sinclaire did not have one of these in his private collection." He rifles through the pages, and smiles to himself, sitting down upon a chair. "Come here, and sit in my lap."

Perdita sits gingerly on Edmund's knee, and makes a tiny noise of surprise when he pulls her close, one arm casually looped around her waist. He hands her the book. She looks at the cover. "'Being the True History of a Woman of Adventure, Kitty Jones'." His hand curls over hers, and they rifle through the well worn pages together, until she slides her finger in, and the book falls open on a scandalous illustration plate. "Oh!" Perdita gasps, staring at it in shock. The man has the woman bent over as he takes her from behind, one hand on the back of her neck, the other pinning her hands behind her back. "Is the whole book like... this?" She looks back at Edmund, who leans back in the chair, a devilish grin she's never seen before on his face.

Edmund nods to her. "Perhaps you should flip through it until you find your favorite, then you can show it to me. And then... I'll show you mine." His tone of challenge sends a dangerous thrill racing along her skin.

Perdita picks the book back up, cradling it in her arms. The leather is soft, supple, and the book feels hot to the touch under her hands, as though it might burn her. She flips to another plate, and feels her cheeks go scarlet. "What are they doing?" she whispers, tracing the illustration.

"That? Tipping the velvet." Edmund's eyes are dark as he looks at her. "Is that it?"

"Is that what?" she squeezes her thighs together, staring at the picture of the man with his head between the woman's thighs, plowing her deep with his tongue. Edmund groans quietly, adjusting his trousers as she brushes against him, feeling his yard stiffen against her derrière but not wanting to say anything, to spoil the moment.

"Your favorite." His lips brush her shoulder, and she feels her nipples brush tantalizingly against her muslin shift, erect. "For I would love nothing better than to taste you... Wife."

Wife. The way he says it kindles a scandalous heat in her lower belly, and she squirms against him, hearing him inhale sharply. "I've never done it before." She starts to flip the page, but his warm hand on hers gives her pause, and the breath catches in her throat.

"Never done it before... By God, Sinclaire is a fool." Edmund mutters under his breath, then clears his throat, loudly. "Keep going, then."

At last she comes to a familiar page. "There!" Perdita stabs her finger onto the illustration, of a woman astride a man. "Just without the horse crop." Perdita feels her ears burning. She looks at him from under her lashes, and his lazy smile makes her heart stutter in confusion. She loves Ernest Sinclaire. So why is her body reacting like this to Edmund Marlcaster? It must be the excitement. After all, they have only been wed a few hours. Was it really only this afternoon they rode hell for leather to plight their troth over the anvil? And now they must seal the deal, before first light, before the Duke catches up with them. For he will be in a fury to reclaim the prize he has lost...

"All right." Edmund gently pulls the book from her hands, setting it to one side. He hands her a glass of cider. "To tipping the velvet, Lady Perdita, and all the filthy wonders of Miss Kitty's book."

They clink, and both drink deep. Then Edmund's lips are on hers, and he tastes of whiskey, and a frisson of heat grips her as his arm brushes her stiff nipples. He bunches up the fabric of her night shift, his warm hand on her knee. "I am not going to be able to last for as long as you need me to if we torment ourselves for any longer, wife. Do we have an accord?"

She finds out what it feels like to be just like one of the women in his dirty book that night when he has her bent over the table, then with her ankles locked around his neck, and last when she's riding him, feeling like she's flying as he groans beneath her, guiding his mouth to her breasts and his hands to her hips. His thumb finds her pearl all on its own, and after it is all over, the aftershocks of their passion ebbing from their bodies, she wonders just who he brought that book along for, and whose "velvet" he means to tip first.

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[pixaho]

NSFW Alphabet Headcannon | Hiroto Amamiya

Warning | Smuuuut ;)

Masterlist High & Low

A - Aftercare

Doesn't really know what it is but even after you guys are done, he'll take care of you. He's the baby brother so he's been partially taken care of his whole life. But for a while, he did take care of his mother so he is especially careful with you.

B - Body Part

Hiroto is definitely an ass type of guy, even if you aren't doing it he will stare at your ass. He's not exactly an innocent guy when it comes to you.

C - Cum

He's the type of person that'll only cum in you if you are both lustful as hell, but he likes coming on your stomach or anywhere else as he's a more cleanly person.

D - Dirty Secret

Into any type of dancing you do, he quite literally gets a hard on and isn't shy to let you know about it. He specifically likes the stripper types of dances.

E - Experience

He isn't a pro, but he isn't a new person to this. He quite literally confuses you with how good he does. Even if you are one of his firsts, he's still somewhat experienced.

F - Favorite Position

Wrapped Lotus, as he loves to see your face and share the bliss that he feels with you. It's a good way to show his love. The Snake, he loves pounding into you, even if he can't see your face he knows that you're feeling good with the moans that emit from your mouth.

G - Goofy

Surprisingly, he's very serious but will joke in certain occasions. You guys could be having the most serious session and he'll make a joke or two to lighten the mood further.

H - Hair

Quite the clean man down there, but occasionally he will not be, that is if you guys aren't doing sessions. He's like a female sometimes, he'll shave whenever he feels like it.

I - Intimacy

Even though he has issues, he can be very romantic depending on what is going on. It's an off and on switch with Hiroto. What can I say? The man has his own issues.

J - Jack Off

Rarily ever does it because he has you and what is the full use of jacking off when you have a beautiful girlfriend. Though that, if you send him photos, he'll masturbate like a teenage boy.

K - Kink

Dominance is a kink of this man, he likes to be dominated and will happily dominate you. Even if its a romantic night, he'll still do either. Sensation play, you both enjoy this one, him a little more. He enjoys seeing the look on your face.

L - Location

Preferably the bedroom or the couch. He is not one for more public areas as he's a bit jealous about others hearing you or seeing you when you are or are not a mess.

M - Motivation

This man is so into you that even the slightest hip sway or jiggle of anything will make him fall even more madly in love with you. But specifically grinding is what sets him off. Let's say, them sheets gonna need a new wash or two.

N - No

Public sex is a big no for Hiroto. He doesn't like people staring at you even when you guys are in public, much less coming to the idea that someone could walk in on you guys while you are indecent with him on you. It's also because even if you guys did get caught, he'd probably knock the person out or something.

O - Oral

Loves giving and receiving, he thinks that you should both get the pleasure you desire. He does more giving than receiving because majority of the time he wants to make you feel great.

P - Pace

It really requires the mood, if he wants to see you cry of satisfaction then he goes slow and gentle. Other times, it's usually rough and fast.

Q - Quickies

With how busy he is, quickies are easier to do. He isn't always booked but when he is then he has no choice but to do them. He loves you and hates leaving you unsatisfied but doesn't have much of an argument.

R - Risk

Not much of a reputation to ruin for one of the Amamiya brothers. Even if Hiroto is seen as strong, his reputation is the least of his worries. His brothers, you, and his mother are the only things he cares about.

S - Stamina

This man can last a really unusual amount of time, it's kind of worrisome but he won't run out of stamina unless its been a long day. Usually, he'll just end the session by cuddling you.

T - Toy

Doesn't use toys, sees no point in them, but will allow you to use them when he isn't around. If the man can't satisfy you but a toy can, what argument does he have? Using toys on you is one of the things he doesn't really care about, he loves using himself as your pleasure.

U - Unfair

Only unfair when he's overstimulating you or being really dominant. He isn't too unfair as he doesn't want to be depicted as a bully during sex. But he's unfair enough to make you tremble under him.

V - Volume

Quiet but moans from deep in his throat. He doesn't care too much for volume as you can be loud, but for him, he can't. It's a built in thing for Hiroto that he is just really quiet during it.

W - Wild Card

For some reason he gets really horny when you are riding a motorcycle or just sitting on one. He can't explain it, it's just hot to him. Especially when you are wearing a leather jacket or a helmet.

X - X-Ray

Let's be honest, he's a solid 6 inches. Not too big to rip, not too small to not give the pleasure. He's the type of person to not let you know his size until the first time you guys are together and in bed.

Y - Yearning

He'll come home after a long day and just settle next to you. Before you know it, your clothes are on the floor and he's mercilessly pounding into you.

Z - Zzz

He'll fall asleep once you both are taken care of and are comfortable. If you aren't comfortable, he will not fall asleep and instead attempt to make you comfy. It's his duty as your personal little boyfriend.

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[nowitswetme]

Jealous - You’re Dean’s

Word Count: ~775

Warnings: some angst from self-esteem trauma (Dean’s), slightly possessive language, mentions of rough sex and overstimulation, slight dom!dean

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Honestly, Dean’s never had much reason to be jealous of other men. I mean, of their kids-and-a-dog-and-a-manicured-lawn apple pie lives, maybe. Or their blissful ignorance of all things monster, sure. But not over their game with women. There’s never been a day in his entire adult life that he hasn’t had the upper hand in that fight. 

So naturally, it surprised him when he started to get possessive over you – he hadn’t really ever felt that way about girls before. But you were special. And he was more in love with you than he'd ever thought possible. So he found himself getting a bit territorial. C’mon, y/n. Territorial and protective are two different things. You’re not property, you’re just… precious. But also kinda mine, right?

Dean never explodes in a jealous rage, but it stings him a little if you’re flirting around too much. Not because he really minds you doing it – you’re your own person, and he loves that about you. And your flirting game is pretty impressive to watch, Sweetness. It makes me flattered to have you and amused and really fuckin’ turned on, all at once. Those poor bastards never know what hit ‘em. I’m always into it when that’s the sexy little game we’re playin’ for the night. What a show.

But deep down, he still struggles with his old, deep-seated self-worth issues and he kinda wonders if you wouldn’t be better off with one of those other guys. He can’t help it. Decades of viewing himself as relatively worthless left a scar that might never entirely go away. And it breaks your heart.

Over time, you’ve worked hard to tone down your naturally coquettish disposition by a bit – you never want him to question his place in your heart or your life. He’s your everything. That’s never gonna make much sense to me, y/n. How someone as stunning as you are could find me worth loving as deeply as you do. Guess I’m just really damn lucky. You tell him that it’s not luck; it’s his huge heart and his giving nature and his dorky sense of humor and his beautiful mind and a million other breathtaking little pieces of him that make him so very, very worth loving. And he’s finally kinda starting to believe it.

These days, accidentally slipping into your bewitching banter when you’re speaking with a stranger mostly just gives him fuel for punishing you later. A handy excuse for him to take you apart in the rough ways that you both crave now and then.

The first time it happened was a happy mistake. You hadn’t realized that seeing you use your tempting little tricks on other men would make him feel the need to fuck you back into your place. But when he went feral with possessive authority as soon as you got back to the motel room, you decided that you were gonna have to repeat that particular offense pretty often.  It didn’t take long for Dean to catch on to the fact that you made him jealous on purpose. Yeah, you’re not that subtle, Sweetness. But that’s alright. I’m more than happy to scratch your itch for a filthy fuck any day of the week. Never gonna hear me complainin’ about that.

More often than not, the nights that you’ve been flirtatious and feisty just to rile him up end in magical, merciless pleasure from your silver-tongued softdom, your pussy overstimulated and your brain in a floaty fog of pure euphoria. Nuh uh. No whinin’. You’re the one that wanted reminded of your place, Sweetness. You know how it gets to me when you go flaunting what’s mine in front of other men. I know you do. And making you cum over and over again while my name falls from your perfect lips until your throat goes hoarse is just about the best way I know how to fuck that fact into you. So you’re gettin’ what you asked for really, aren’t ya y/n? You try your best to form intelligible words as he sends you spiraling towards your sixth orgasm of the night, begging and keening as he forces you over the edge. Yeah, that’s it. Let go for me, Sweetness. Theeere ya go. Fuck. Good girl. Who’s makin’ you feel so fuckin’ amazing, y/n? Whose pussy is this? And you try to oblige him. To make your lips move and tell him it’s his. That you’re his. But you’ve lost the ability to speak, too high on his decadent devotion to think straight. Tell me you’re fuckin’ mine, y/n. C’mon.

Yours. Yours forever. Always yours, Dean.

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[nowitswetme]

Aftercare - after Dean

Word Count: ~1040 (oops again. haha.)

Warnings: briefest mention of rough sex. This is the actual fluffiest, so I really think that’s it. Please let me know if I’ve forgotten something!

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Getting fucked rough and raw by Dean until you’re deliciously spent beyond words or movement and then being sweetly spoiled by him afterwards is like watching a literal flip of a switch in his brain. His fierce passion and blanketing comfort are like two intoxicating sides of the same beautifully intense love-coin, and he can go from dark and dangerous to completely doting on you in no time flat. 

Well yeah. Gotta take care of my girl, don’t I? I know you like it when I break you, Sweetness – but I still gotta put you back together again, ya know. Actually, some nights that’s kinda my favorite part. You’re all floaty and snuggly and I get to spoil you rotten. You never let me take care of you like that unless you’re all love-drunk. Usually you’re a stubborn, independent pain-in-the-ass, y/n.

Dean’s affectionate in nearly every way imaginable when he loves someone. Given, it’s usually in subtle, understated ways – in the things that most people never even notice. Like switching the bunker brew to a blend you mentioned liking or installing a towel warmer in the bathroom so you’re never cold when you get out of the shower. But in the post-orgasmic haze that follows a rough fuck session with you, the verbal and physical facets of his love both come out in big, beautiful, can’t-miss-them ways. He snuggles you up next to him and runs his fingers up and down your skin in soft, grazing touches that give you goosebumps (the pleasurable, thrilling ones that make your whole body sensitive and awake to his caresses). Or he wraps you up in his perfect arms and covers you in sheets and chaste kisses and nuzzles into your hair while he spoons you to sleep with your head on his arm. 

Sometimes that’s all you need – the sweet, simple reassurance that you’re his and he’s yours and he loves it that way sending you into dreamland with a soft smile on your face.

And then sometimes you both need more time and connection before you’re ready to be done with the night’s comforts, physically or emotionally. The more intense and feral the filthy pleasures were, the softer Dean tends to be afterwards, babying you with gentle touches and murmured phrases of care and concern. How ya feelin’, Sweetness? Did I go too hard tonight? You’re so fuckin’ amazing. I don’t deserve you, y/n. How bout I put you right again, yeah? Tell me where you’re sore. C’mon, Sweetness. Let’s get you cleaned up and rubbed down.

He never wants you to think that you’re anything but utterly precious to him, so he’s extra careful on nights when he’s just gotten done fucking you like you’re a plaything. Part of him still balks a little at letting loose on you like that, but he knows that surrendering every last little piece of yourself to him so fully makes you feel profoundly connected and thoroughly taken care of and wholly his. So he revels in it. And he makes sure the time he spends on you afterwards reinforces that exquisite intimacy too. 

He defaults to things like sudsy showers with the fancy-scented body wash and modest massages with warm oil that coax your muscles to loosen up, and never without a constant stream of sweet, heartfelt comments that you know he really means. He’s always been skilled with his hands and his words, so using those things to lavish you with love just comes naturally to him. 

You’re so good to me, Sweetness. So good and so precious. I’m gonna keep you forever, y/n. He carries you bridal style into the big shower and sets you under the stream of water that he’s made sure is the perfect temperature. He works his fingers tenderly over your body, subtly starting to work on your sore muscles as he gets you clean. You’re usually leaning against him a bit because your legs are still far from steady, and he takes advantage of the full-body closeness to get every last inch of you ready for bed. He shuts off the water and wraps you in one of the giant, fluffy towels he bought especially for you, chuckling when you tell him how sleepy you are. You’re perfect, y/n. You know that, right? More perfect for me than I could ever have dreamed up in my wildest fantasies. He lays you face down on the bed and gets your favorite massage oil worked in as he uses his strong, skilled hands to relax you so much that your muscles start to feel magically weightless. You were amazing tonight, sweet girl. Gorgeous and soft and everything I need. I’m so damn lucky to have you, y/n. I love you. So much.

He says it, and he means it – that soft, genuine I love you. There’s no snark or seductive charm to it – just honest vulnerability and naked trust. And the unspoken affirmation that you’ve made him whole again. It’s the time he’s most open with you – when he’s high on endorphins and staring at your blissed out beauty and feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. Oh, I know I am, Sweetness. No question.

Right before you drift off into unconsciousness, he slips one of his old band t-shirts over your head and helps you get tucked into him in that perfect way that makes you feel like you’re both one intricately melded person, instead of two.

And he knows that you think he does it all for you. That he’s loving on you with pampering gestures and lavish praise because it makes you feel like you’re his whole world. As you should, y/n. You are. You and Sam. But the truth is, Dean loves it just as much as you do. He cherishes getting to cherish you. Getting to have someone be so wonderfully, deeply in love with him that you trust him to put you back together without a single second thought. I’ll never understand it, Sweetness – the love you have for me. But I’m damn thankful for it. Every day. Now get some sleep, yeah? Gotta rest up for tomorrow night, ya know. I’ve got big plans for you. Big plans.

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[nowitswetme]

Rough Sex from Dean

Word Count: ~1150 (oops haha)

Warnings: rough sex (duh), morning-after marks, breath play, dom!Dean, degradation, dirty talk, snippets of demon!Dean roleplay

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet (I feel like this one could have been ten times as long and still not have done justice to Dean’s skills. But we’ll fill in the rest with other letters!)

Dean’s not always gentle when he’s driving you both to brilliant, overwhelming heights of pleasure. He’s often quite the opposite. 

You’re frequently covered in love bites and finger marks from being manhandled and marked and beautifully, thoroughly taken. And you absolutely love it. Good thing too, Sweetness. It’d be a damn shame if I was the only one who liked lookin’ at your skin with a few pretty colors on it from me claimin’ my territory. To be honest, when you’d told him how much you liked it rough, you’d had no idea just how rough you liked it. His talent in the bedroom and his need for pleasuring you in every way imaginable had taken your kink for being thrown around and roughed up and turned it into a full blown addiction.

Of course, you know Dean would never actually hurt you. Course not. You’re too precious to leave any lasting damage on, y/n. You know that. But likin’ a sweet sting as much as you do can be dangerous, ya know – if I weren’t so fuckin’ good at it, you’d be in big trouble. Not every man knows juuuuust how to walk the perfect line between pain and pleasure, Sweetness. That’s a gift. Cocky bastard.

But he’s right. He’s gifted. You didn’t know you liked to be choked until he’d shown you how good he was at it – at wrapping his hand around your throat and forcing the fight-or-flight reflex to send adrenaline shooting straight to your pussy. He’s perfected his pressure – squeezing you just lightly enough that you’re not quite panicked, but heavy enough that your senses hit overdrive. It’s literally dizzying, and it gives you the most insanely intense orgasms. You’re completely hooked.

Deep down, your Dean is a big teddy bear and you both know it. Whatever. Am not. His natural “sex style” is a seamless blend of both the primal and sweet sides of his personality. He’s all over the map while he’s fucking you, and he’s rarely predictable. BUT if he knows you’re in the mood to be roughed up hard, he’s gonna make sure that it’s the best damn, hurts-so-fucking-good, bruisingly-blissful railing you’ve ever had. Damn straight. Gonna give it to you good an' hard, Sweetness. Every single fuckin’ thing I decide to do to ya. And you’re gonna be a good girl and take it all and say thank you. And then you’ll be feelin’ the dull, dirty ache of my cock for days, y/n. Fuck, he’s hot when he’s like that – rough and filthy and exquisitely mean. Mmmm. Well, that is what you want, right? To let me use you and make you feel like a dirty little whore that needs my cum leakin’ out of her to feel worth anything, yeah? Fuck.

Fuck yes it is. And he knows it. He knows how much you crave being degraded and roughed up and used for his pleasure. What a perfect little slut you are, Sweetness. You’ll let me do whatever the hell I want with you, huh? Luckily, whatever-the-hell-he-wants has a tendency to include making you feel too amazing for words.

There used to be a part of you that felt ashamed of wanting such scathingly rough sex. Like your fuck-me-like-you-hate-me kink meant something about you was broken. Or that getting off on being degraded and objectified was something you should be disturbed about. Not with Dean. With Dean, it’s glorious. You know he’s treating you like his filthy fucktoy because it’s what you get off on. Which means it’s what he gets off on. So it’s completely euphoric. Safe and savage all at once.

He's most rough when he needs to take his built-up, pent-up emotion out on something. When he’s stressed and strained and just needs to slam his dick deep into something warm and wet until he fucks all the tension away. At first he was hesitant to let that piece of him come out. He hid it for months – you’re too precious to him for him to ever risk losing you or hurting you. But when he found out how incredibly wet it made you to be roughed up like a cheap plaything, he let his dark side loose. And you telling him afterwards that his marks were your new favorite thing to wear dissolved his last little shreds of reservation.

If you want it really, really, so-mean-it’s-kinda-scary rough, you leave his red button-up out on the bed. The one he wore when he chased Sam around the bunker with murder eyes and broke down everything in his path. It’s your not-so-subtle hint that you want him to make you beg and scream and everything in between. It’s not that you don’t feel like you can tell him – it’s just that it’s so much more fun when you don’t really have to ask. He’s good at catching you off-guard, even when you were the one that laid it out.

Heya, y/n. Wanna play? He’s leaning against the doorframe, poking his tempting tongue between his teeth as he rakes his eyes down your body. It’s clear that he’s got ripping-your-clothes-to-shreds on his brain, and you curse yourself for wearing one of your favorite shirts on a night that you gave him the take-me-and-break-me signal. Not thinkin’ about runnin’ are ya, Sweetheart? You know better than that. He narrows his eyes and dips his chin dangerously, stalking toward you like the hopelessly irresistible predator that he is. We both know your tight little cunt’s been achin’ for this demon dick ever since the last time I left you. Soaked and spent and all kinds of sore. Ain’t that right? He gives you his signature sexy-as-hell smirk, and your brain stops functioning. You’re quiet for a second too long – in a flash, he has your chin gripped in his huge hand and he’s seething at you. Fuckin’ answer me when I ask you a question, y/n.

Hello. Earth to y/n. Whatcha thinkin’ about over there, Sweetness? And you wish you had a better poker face, but one glance at your eager eyes and your heated blush and he knows that you were lost in a demonic daydream. The man can read you like he fucking wrote you.

It's not always that particular fantasy. Sometimes it’s a different, just-as-dangerous game. Sometimes it’s that you purposefully push his buttons until he snaps and decides to put you in your place. Sometimes it’s because you both just need him to use you and claim you and make you remember how insanely strong and fierce and insatiable he is. Not that you could ever forget. No matter the reason, getting filthy rough sex from Dean is always a treat. Nah, you’re the treat, Sweetness. Mmmm. The sweet little treat that I’m about to eat up and split in two on my cock until you’re too broken to fuckin’ speak. C’mere.

Don’t worry. He always puts you back together.

@mwitsmejk @akshi8278

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[nowitswetme]

Dean has a thing for your Hair

Word Count: ~675

Warnings: mostly fluffy and a teeny bit smutty, mentions of oral and p-in-v sex, hair pulling, the tiniest mention of demon!Dean roleplay, mutual lusty stupors

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

There are plenty of things about your physical self that Dean loves. Your smile. Your mannerisms. Your body. Every single inch of you is precious and beautiful to him, and he could never pick a favorite part of you. But he sure does have a thing for your hair.

It’s gorgeous and soft and it smells amazing and he’s borderline obsessed with it. I’m not obsessed, y/n. Just… I dunno… distracted. Incredibly fucking distracted.

He routinely spaces out in both naughty and nice thoughts about it, lost in a filthy daydream or a comforting memory in seconds every time you twirl it between your fingers or it gets all rumpled up from the wind. He can’t get it out of his head.

To be fair, those are some pretty awesome thoughts, Sweetness. Hangin’ down when you’re on top of me, ridin’ my cock and losing yourself in pleasure. Splayed out all over the pillows while you’re on your back and I’m railin’ you into the mattress. Fisted in my hand while I’m fucking into your mouth or taking you from behind. Mmmm. And fallin’ asleep to the scent of your girly shampoo afterwards. Hell, I even love wakin’ up to it all up in my face. I know it sounds weird, but it’s like it reminds me I’m home before I even open my eyes, ya know? Even when I’m on the road. When I’m next to you I’m home, y/n.

He likes to play with it when you’re chilled out watching tv with your head in his lap. Running his fingers lazily through your strands and massaging your scalp until you’re relaxed enough to either fall asleep in his arms or let him work on you until you’re spent or shaking. Probably both, Sweetness. And he loves to use it to gently roll your head to one shoulder so he can kiss on your neck in that intoxicating way that turns you into a needy, desperate puddle. Or yank it mid-fuck so you’ll moan and cry out and clench down even tighter on his cock. Those things are always flashing through his mind at the most inconvenient times.

His hair gets more attention from him than it used to, too.  Dean absolutely loves it when he’s down between your legs and you’re so freakin’ into it that you grab his hair and grind up into his face. Fuck yeah, I do. It’s a rush when you go all feral like that, Sweetness. Like you’re tryin’ to get rid of every last bit of space between my face and your pussy. That’s crazy fuckin’ hot. And it stings just right. You know I lose it when you do that.

He keeps it a little longer these days just so it’s that much easier for you to fist it in your fingers. It looks a lot like his demon hair, but honestly you’re kinda definitely into that anyway. I know you are, y/n. Makes it feel that much more filthy real when I go all seductive-knight-of-hell on your kinky ass, huh? Dirty girl.

Now that it’s not quite as short, his hair gets mussed up a lot more easily. Which you wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the fact that his tousled hair immediately gives you naughty thoughts. Like feels-so-fucking-good-that-you’re-clawing-him-all-over kinda thoughts. Unfortunately, Dean knows. And he takes full advantage of it. He caught on a while ago, and he’s been purposefully using it to drive you nuts ever since – every now and then, he’ll reach up and tussle it a bit with a filthy smirk on his face just to see you get flustered. He loves how a quick little thing like that can make you totally turned on. True. I’m always gonna use any little trick I can get to turn you into putty in my hands, Sweetness. Gladly. Can’t really fault me for that. Oh well. At least it works both ways.

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A series idea?

Hey guys, So an idea for another series involving Tom Holland getting railed by various celebs. The issue is, I need help with ideas of celebrities with big dick, alpha male vibes. Feel free to comment or message me ideas!

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