NSFW TMI But Like..... The Duality Between Wanting To Dominate Someone And Wanting To Be Dominated Is

I feel like Huxley would add in "Among Us sus" pics with a big red circle and arrow to be "trendy and hip" even if it died out 2 years back.

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OOH NOT US BECOMING MOOTS, YES, I WILL KEEP UR GOOFY ASS POSTED AND HOPEFULLY BEFRIEND YOU IF THAT'S OK

The Salesman

How do I get fire text? :)

lord the peasants are so loud today

I need more metaphorical fanfics like ong this got my English literature nerd ass squealing with joy. You convey James' guilt and desire for human connection and euphoria so beautifully like I swearrrr I could annotate this bitch!

bliss

pairing: james sunderland x maria

cws/tags: p in v, oral, dubcon? (james is not into it), excessive metaphors

summary: if james and maria fucked or something??

a/n: idk even know how to describe this bc it's silent hill? like what is really happening here is subjective tbh

wc: 1k

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Despite being held captive by Maria’s heat, James is thinking of Mary the entire time. She’s hot on the surface, warm on the inside, cold in her organs, freezing in her bones, and empty of a soul. Her pink acrylics are like fire when she digs them into his skin. She can’t keep him forever, but he’ll be covered in scratch marks for days. 

Beauty is pain, pain is beauty, or however the old saying goes. 

Maria looks more like Mary when she’s naked. When the choker is off. It looks like a dog collar, he once told her. And how appropriate it is for someone who sat pretty on the side of his bed and begged for this – for scraps. That’s what this is. The leftovers of love that no one else will have – like rotten fruit, it was once good. All of this is bitter, but everyone needs to eat something, at least once in a while, right? It’s not a feast, but it’ll do.

Maria isn’t the kind of dog that barks, she whimpers, and it tugs at his heartstrings until they snap and his willpower unravels. She sheds leopard print like snakeskin, hues of violet, magenta, cranberry, fall to the floor all at once. 

Her skin is soft, breasts perky, pink-nippled, the kind you see in magazines. James plays with them like he does keys on a piano – not well-practiced, yet eliciting sound nonetheless. She’s quiet now – a rarity – likely because Laura is down the hall, asleep, unaware, as she should be. More often than not, she is loud. Her heels click-clack down the hallway towards his bedroom like a warning siren, coming closer, speeding up with every step like his heartbeat.

Even with her shoes on, Maria doesn’t reach James in stature. Neither did Mary, but she never tried to, never needed to — she was above him in every other way. She was ephemeral. Quiet and angelic in ballet flats, she could slip into bed without waking him up. Realistically, she took up a third of this bed at most, maybe a quarter at her sickest, but with her absence the entirety of it feels empty, hollow, like the stuffing’s been removed from the mattress too, though two people lay upon it. 

His name floats from Maria’s lips to his ear, breathless, asking for more than he can give. He wonders if this is what Mary sounded like when they did this sort of thing all those years ago. James remembers her voice, her singing in the passenger seat to the mixtape he made for their first Valentine’s Day together, her yelling at him in the hospital. But he doesn’t remember her moaning, not like this, not on the edge of bliss. Those weren’t the memories he held onto the tightest. 

Not with the same grip that he has on Maria’s hips, maintaining the most control he can while she’s the one on top. Not with the same grip Maria’s cunt has around his dick. She’s squeezing the life out of him, but it feels good, undeniably. Unfairly. Penance is a woman. 

She’s so wet he slipped right in, so wet he slipped up and told her, “goddamn, you’re wet”, caught by surprise because what had he done? His mouth hasn’t touched either pair of lips, and he plans to keep it that way. 

When she gets up, removing the warmth that surrounded him, he groans in frustration. It’s a noise that must be familiar to her. His immense vexation is the only thing larger than her infatuation with him. 

James looks down – something he’s avoided doing until now – and sees her crawling downwards, pressing kisses down his stomach. 

“What are you doing?” he says with zero amusement.

Staining him with dark red lipstick. Like wine or blood. Like before and after.

“Has no one ever done this to you?” she asks, and she takes hold of his cock, making him take in a sharp breath before he answers.

It’s like a stab right through the chest, knocking the wind out of him with the force of something unspoken.  

“No, I– I mean, yes, I’ve had this done to me before. I’m asking you why you’re doing this.”

“Why not? You won’t even have to look at me, I can be under the covers, and you won’t have to hear me talking. You can even pretend I’m someone–”

“Shut up,” he says with a force he’d forgotten he could muster as he shoves his cock down her throat. 

He could pretend it’s someone else – the same way he’s been pretending Maria is Mary for the past 30 minutes or so, but he’d never hurt Mary. He hated hearing the sound of her gagging. He always kept her from going too far. Who is it if not Mary? 

It doesn’t matter who I am. 

Could she be his psychiatrist who’s 60 years old and annoys him to the point that it makes him miss Maria? The woman at the dry cleaners or the cashier at the grocery store? Maybe he needs to get back into watching porn. His mind runs faster than his feet ever have to get to the answer. There is only disappointment at the end of that road, only white sheets covering the another illusion.                       

It's Maria's mouth that sputters, her throat that chokes around his cock even though it's not that big.

When she first caught a glimpse of it, she gave him that classic bullshit line, telling him how big it is, and he rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, well, it’s not small.”

“Just be normal, or as normal as you can be. I don’t want whatever this weird porn thing is that you’re doing.”

It makes it all seem fake. 

See, I’m real. 

Maybe, but not like Mary. 

Then again, maybe it's better if this is all fake so James and Maria are just marionette dolls in someone else’s fantasy, caught in a videotape. 

Maria doesn't need to be Mary, James doesn't need to be James. Instead, he pretends they’re both other people. She’s a nurse, he’s the doctor, she’s a mother, he’s the father.

James looks into her eyes when he’s on top of her, searching for something he’ll never find, until he gives up and flips her over and fucks her flat into the mattress. 

Maria is quiet only because she screams into the pillow. 

James is quiet because that’s how all tapes end. 

A click, static, then silence. 

WLW smut is so much more comforting than lesbian porn. WLW smut is real and raw... lesbian porn is repulsive cuz male gaze.... I'm genuinely so thankful I found a wlw space on here. It makes me more comfortable with the sapphic aspect of my pansexuality. As someone with a bad case of internalized homophobia due to their sexuality being fetishized for years... I thank you for posting this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Reap What You Sow ~Post-S21!Daddy!Olivia Benson xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Set in post season 21, where Liv is Captain. Reader decides to tease Olivia throughout the day and smutty punishment ensues later that night when Liv can finally do something about it…

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, semi-public smut, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, praise, implied orgasm denial, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, teasing, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your head hung low, over your shoulders and over the woman’s knees. It was after hours and you were bent over Olivia’s lap in her office. With another sharp crack to your barren ass, you jolted up slightly and let out a desperate mewl.

“Six—teen Daddy!!” You cried out.

You expect to feel another sharp smack to your ass, but instead you felt the woman’s hand gently rubbing your pink flesh.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy.” Olivia cooed.

Pretty soon, her fingers trailed in between your legs and past your panties. She found your slick core, drenched in arousal, so wet it made you dizzy.

“Ooh Baby you’re soaked…” Liv purred, “Did Daddy make you this way…?”

You nodded vigorously, as one of her digits swiped through your folds.

“Yes yes all for Daddy, so wet for Daddy…!” You mewled.

After bringing her arousal coated digit up to her mouth and licking your juices clean off, the brunette gently caressed and squeezed your supple skin. Your body was left burning for more.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweetie…?” Liv condescendingly cooed.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes Daddy yes yes please…!” You pled, “I’m sorry mm sorry—!”

“Sorry for what, baby…?”

“Mmm sorry for dressing up…! Sorry for distracting you!”

“You mean, you’re sorry for dressing like a slut, right…?? Daddy’s girl can’t just show up to work dressed to whore herself out… no matter whether Daddy will see her or not…” Liv spat.

You bit your lip and tensed up, as her digits dug into your left ass check possessively as she spoke. You let out a desperate mewl and nodded swiftly.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry please…!! I’m sorry I’m such a slut, can’t help it Daddy!” You babbled.

Your ass was smacked with a swift Crack!! again. This one went all to your core, as you felt your juices start to leak down your thighs.

“Oooooh Seventeen D-daddy!!” You cowled.

“Beg Daddy to give you mercy.” Liv demanded.

“P-please please Daddy— I… I need you Daddy!! I need your cock or your fingers or your mouth or anything Daddy please… I’ll be good I promise, Mmm so sorry Daddy pleaseee…!!” You begged.

In one fluid motion, two of Olivia’s fingers snaked back in between your legs and slid inside your gushing cunt. They pumped and curled inside you, making your toes curl and your mouth foam. You wanted to scream in pleasure, but you bit your tongue.

“Such a good girl for Daddy…” Liv cooed lustfully.

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Olivia Benson Masterlist

Yall, hear me out.... I might have a new fandom to write for....

Gong Yoo in Squid Game 2 (2024)

I AM LITERALLY GOING FERAL OVER THIS OMG KEEP EM COMING PLSSSSS!!!!!

What do you mean there are no puppyboy Rex fics? Fucked up if true. Someone should do something about that.

Wait a minute...

Rex Sloan Petplay Headcanons

(Nsfw under the cut, because duh.)

♡ I don't think Rex would know anything about Petplay for a long time. Not even on his radar.

♡ I do think he's dabbled in pretty light BDSM dynamics, and some other commonly accepted kinks.

♡ Doesn't change the fact he's got that dog in him. He just doesn't know it yet.

♡ I like the idea of him being introduced to it by a partner somewhere along the way.

♡ His first reaction when it's explained to him is a raised eyebrow. "Okay...that's weird. So it's like a furry thing, right? It's gotta be."

♡ And to make a bit of fun. "But I'm just asking how far does it go? I'm concerned for the safety of my shoes- and I'm never looking at a choker the same way!"

♡ And sure it's weird but he's not clutching his pearls, he's been on the modern day internet.

♡ And maybe he's a little curious.

♡ So if his partner is into it, he indulges them. On the dominant side that is.

♡ That indulgence quickly goes from simple nicknames into seeing what he can push. Sit, heel, roll over. Beg. Whine. Hump his leg. "Fuck, you just can't control yourself can you? Hey, no, I didn't say stop."

♡ Okay, maybe this isn't so bad. They love it and he's not complaining.

♡ That blank happy look, the way they speak as if the things they're saying aren't desperate. As if the barking isn't demeaning.

♡ If anything he's a little jealous. It can't really be that good, right?

♡ So maybe he tries on their collar- just for kicks of course. At first he doesn't like the way it presses against his neck, but the look of it in the mirror gives him pause. It's thick and it frames his neck in a way that catches his eye. Until the feeling of it hugging his neck fades into the background.

♡ And after sitting on it a while he gives in and asks to try a bit on the receiving end.

♡ And from that first 'Good boy' he's practically hooked.

♡ No one's ever called him that before. More often than not it feels like someones telling him how badly he fucked up.

♡ A small voice in his head says he doesn't deserve the praise. It takes him a second to adjust to it before a much larger voice says 'Fuck yeah I deserve it, I'm a goddamn superhero.' Life's too short for him to feel embarrassed about this. So he let's it happen.

♡ And when he does his world shrinks to what's in front of him, where he's on his hands and knees. Completely focused on much simpler things like how hard his cock is.

♡ If his dominant is rough, he'll naturally be a bit of a bratty pup. Not listening to commands, biting, talking back.

♡ He finds that a lot harder to do with a soft dom. Especially if they're giving him too much grace for his brattiness...it just feels wrong to disobey.

♡ Because really all he wants is lots and lots of attention.

♡ And that special feeling of being claimed, of having a place to be both mentally and physically.

♡ He talks a lot. Might need to be reminded that puppies don't talk if only to keep him quiet for a bit. Failing that: a nice bone gag for him to drool around, or maybe something bigger to gag on.

♡ But he'd get along well with other pets. At least if they like a bit of rough-housing and being topped.

♡ He must be cuddled after. He's not going to ask but he must be cuddled, he needs that soft touch bad.

♡ Rex is such a good name for a pup.

That's right this was my Rex Splode has a petplay kink propaganda the whole time. Now go out into the world with this, be free!

"You Keep Your Eyes on Me"

Tag: @gongyoosgf and @cybrasigilism

Salesman x G/N!Reader

18+ Smut, MDNI

Summary: Just a typical Friday night, playing some games with your favorite Salesman...

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Jump straight into action (no buildup), Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, G/N masturbation, Gunplay, filming, bone gag/gagging, edging, denial, praise, dick tapping, dacryphillia, degradation, pet names (doll, baby, puppy), a hint of petplay??? genital slapping (kept vague for G/N), sex toys/hitachi wand, spreader bar mentioned, handcuffs, mutual masturbation (Salesman is jerking it to the sight of you), mutual orgasm, cumshot, aftercare, the Salesman may be catching feelings🤔

Your eyes lazily gaze into the mirror, that soft red light shining back at you as you bit down on the silicone bone even harder. The cool, metal rings bounded by the leather straps leaving its imprints on your cheek. You shake the bar that parted your ankles, keeping your thighs wide open for him.

He is looming over you, with that typical smug smile of his. He extends the pole with the wand attached to it, before pressing it against your swollen sex. You shake violently, feeling the vibrations build up to your release until---

"Ohhh... not so fast. Patience." The Salesman says, pulling the pole away and massaging your shoulder. You growl through the gag and glare at him through the mirror. He cocks an eyebrow and says, "Slow and steady wins the race. Calm down, doll." That smile creeping into his voice before he sighs and settles between your thighs.

You watch with dilated pupils, the chains linking the leather cuffs rattling when you try to reach out and touch him. He steps back and waves the tip of his handgun as he says softly, "Ah, ah, ahh! No touching."

You let out a whine, making him chuckle before stepping closer once again. The room echoes with the jingle of his belt, before he springs out. His tip glistened in the shade of the pink tint the room provided. His precum dripping onto your stomach. He strokes himself slowly, teasing you with every stiff pump his fist made before lining himself up.... only to lightly slap his cock against your tender skin. You moan, resulting in his laughter slipping out of his lips before he pulls back once again...

When he steps to his spot, behind your back, he places his hands on your shoulders and begins to lightly rub them. You tense up at the sudden feeling of his firm, calloused hands gliding against your hot skin, but he hushes you and whispers in your ear, "Go on, doll, touch yourself. Do it for me to watch. Put on a show that I can watch now.... and forever..."

You both shift your gaze to the recorder that was propped onto a stand, facing the mirror. The piercing red light blinked and blended in with the lights that dangled from the ceiling. You knew he was recording, you both agreed to do so. But still... to think he'd be watching this later...

You look up at him, feeling a little self-conscious. The reality of your fantasy was finally settling in... you are being filmed for his pleasure, all while he plans to watch you perform. It seems as though he caught on, and he massages your shoulders more while he speaks softly, "Baby, it's just us. No one will see the video except me, and yourself, if you want to watch. If you want it to stop, then you can shake your handcuffs 3 times, and I'll stop everything. The recording, the scene, everything. Alright? This is just a game. But you always have the option to pause or quit."

You nod, feeling relieved by his reassurance of the safe signal you two settled upon prior to the scene. You go to reach for the wand, when the Salesman pulls it away and says, "I have a different idea for this round. Something challenging, but fun nonetheless. How about, you use your fingers to touch yourself, and you use my gun to get off?"

His hands graze your shoulder, before trailing down your arms only to stop at your nipples. He rubs the buds in circular motions before saying, "And don't worry about a thing. It's completely unloaded." He then takes out the revolver and spins the barrels in front of your eyes.

"See?" He asks, and sure enough, the barrel was completely empty. He circulates his rough fingers around your areola and flicks your nipples, feeling them firm up as an airy moan slips out from his lips. He presses up against your shoulder, his cock becoming more apparent in your face. He tears a package from his pocket and rolls on the rubber onto the gun. He grins and says playfully, "A condom on a gun. That's definitely something new! Huh?"

He hands you his gun, and waits patiently, the smile still plastered on his face. You hold the weapon, feeling it's cold hard weight against the palm of your hand that juxtaposed the warm, soft, slippery rubber that had been applied onto it. Carefully, you guided the gun between your thighs, brushing against your skin while the handle caused your handcuffs to clatter and jingle against each other. You fumbles with it, steel slapping steel, yet your skin wasn't slapping against his.

The Salesman sees this, and smiles. His fist slowly stroking himself at the sight of you struggling to simply insert the gun. He chuckles, and moans in satisfaction at your issue. He looks at you through the reflective glass and says, "Are you struggling, doll? Can't even do something as simple as this?" He grabs the gun from you and continues, "It's okay, I was expecting that. Allow me to do all of the work. You just sit there and look pretty."

You watch with wide eyes as he drags the cool steel against your skin. Your thighs flinch, but his hand pins one down, forcing you open. The veins on his hand pulse when he grips your thigh, slathering his precum on your skin. The Salesman bends over to whisper in your ear, "Very good. You're doing so well for me. Now, keep those legs open." With that, he carefully slips the tip of the weapon into your sex. You feel the cold rubber contrasting your heat, making your hole clutch around the gun.

He sees this through the mirror how your hole pulses from the adrenaline of the revolver. You leak with arousal and the sight of it alone made him want to finish right then and there. But this man had a disturbing amount of patience. He harshly slaps his rough palm against your sensitive spot, which caused you to yelp like a puppy through the bone gag. He laughs at your position and says, "Poor puppy, so sensitive and all I did was put it in. Keep biting that bone. It's the only way you'll ever learn to be quiet."

His words sent a rush of pleasure down your body, and when you were close, his warm demeanor drops immediately. He slaps your parts again, harder this time. He clutches your jaw and hisses out, "Did I say you could cum? Hm? No. I didn't. If you cum without my permission, you will be disqualified. If you're disqualified.... then..."

You mutter against the silicone bone that stayed propped in your mouth. The Salesman chuckles and leans his ear against your lips, his disheveled black hair tickling your nose as he says, "Sorry? Come again? I can't quite hear you."

You mutter again, making him fight back the urge to laugh at you. He grabs the tight leather straps and unbuckles the gag. He pulls the black bone away, drawing a string of saliva from your mouth while the rest poured out onto you.

You stretch your mouth, trying to relieve yourself from the discomfort of being contorted for so long when the Salesman tsks in a mocking fashion, "Look at what you've done! You poked a hole in my property!" He shows you the pierced gag, before petting your head and saying, "But it's okay. You'll pay for damages, right? We can work out your debt."

You frantically nod, tears welling up in your eyes from his smacking. He presses his cheek against yours and licks the salty trail down your face before he whispers, "Good puppy. I know you'll take accountability for your actions. I did train you, after all. Now then, what was that you were trying to tell me? What will happen if you are disqualified?"

Your predicament alone could bring you to tears. Spread open for some Salesman you met off the street in front of a mirror, deprived from pleasure, and yet still craving more of his games.

You choke back a sob from the sensual humiliation so you could speak, "If... I'm disqualified, I can't cum for 2 months." The Salesman beams at your response and replies in a condescending tone, "Correct! Such a smart puppy! What if you complain about your punishment?"

You sniffle and continue, "If I complain.... you double the punishment....4 months." He nods and extends the pole with the hitachi wand. He presses the vibrator against the swollen skin between your thighs before pushing the tip of the gun deeper into you. He pats your head and rests the pile onto your shoulder. A few hums muffled between his lips and then he speaks, "As I said before, you will touch yourself in front of this mirror for me to watch. You will not cum until I say so. I will set a timer, you have 30 minutes. With every whine, beg, or cry, I will add an additional 10 minutes, and if you moan... an extra 20 minutes will be added. Good luck doll, you will certainly need it."

You look at yourself, legs parted and reflected by the glass. You were glistening with sweat and the lubricant from the condom ran down your thighs. You press the wand against yourself, feeling the vibrations build up to pure pleasure only for you to push your cuffed wrists under the top and lift up the pole, stopping yourself from going over the edge. The Salesman spectates, jerking off and staring at you with a lustful gaze. His precum dripping and running down your shoulder while you fucked yourself in front of the mirror. You looked at the camera, which had been recording all along.

You avert your eyes, humiliated and flustered by your predicament. It was then that the Salesman holds your chin and turns it to the mirror while he said, "You keep your eyes on me."

It felt likes ages... but it's only been 2 minutes. Just 28 minutes to go.

When the time passed, and you were down to 2 minutes, the Salesman slaps his cock against your cheek as he says, "Look at you, baby. You're a natural. How about this, since you've been so good for me, I'll countdown. I'll count down from 10 to 0. When I get to 0, you can cum. The punishments for failing this are the same as the ones we spoke of. Now... 10... 9..."

The Salesman counts down, massaging your inner thigh and encouraging you, "Good, good. You're holding out just the way I taught you. Deep breath, in and out...yes... good job. 8...7....6....5...."

You try to steady your breathing, waiting for his permission. You briefly contract against the gun, throbbing as the vibrator sends waves of pleasure to your core. Your breaths stutter, but the Salesman slaps your inner thigh and pinches your nipple while he scolds, "Quit it, bitch! Not until I say so!" He lets out a breath, pumping himself and whispering in your ear, "There we go... slow and steady. Breathe.... 4...3...2....1...hold it...." The salesman keeps you on edge for 10 extra seconds, a few extra seconds of extrauciating pleasure, and then finally he says...

"0... congratulations, you have reached the end. Go on... you have my permission."

The gratifying euphoria of his calm but firm confirmation brought the throbbing hot sensation of you coming undone right before his very eyes. Your body ripples with pleasure as the room's pink hue highlighted the way your face contorted and relaxed from the high the Salesman had blessed you with. You could hear him let out a deep moan. That was when you felt your chest become covered in his cum. Thick ropes of his climax painted your skin and glistened from the room's atmosphere. You were both heaving, trying to calm down from the aftershocks of what had happened.

The Salesman unlocks the handcuffs that bounded you to the pole and the spreader bar. He rubs your limbs and kisses you on the head. He whispers, "You did such an amazing job, puppy. You're so good to me. I don't know what I did to get someone as sweet as you. Now then, let's play a new game. A bath game, this time. You wash me, and I'll wash you. Whoever finishes washing their partner first...hm... they can get a treat. How about it?"

You nod, giving him a shy smile while he wiped your tears. He is well aware of the intensity of this scene. Especially with the gunplay, you never did that before. While he doesn't know what you two are exactly, he does know that he, much to his surprise, gets concerned for you. He doesn't know why, but he seems to enjoy looking out for you.

He stretches your body, rubbing away the aches that remained from your games. He then wraps his arm around your shoulder, and carefully takes you to the bathroom.

In a quiet room, the hot water splashes while your chest presses against his. Despite the grey area in the relationship, you had to admit, it is pretty intimate. Even he thought the same. He is so used to having an empty house, and this aftercare after every session was causing something to change within him...

Whatever the case may be, the Salesman holds you close and speaks softly,

"You know... I could get used to this..."

Cuddling and playing animal crossing with Mary.... or James.... or both of them simultaneously.....

Anyone else find a weird owl in the cafe in the hotel?

Benatar NSFW Alphabet

You got Puff Puff. Now it's Benatar edition! >:)

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

He's the sweetest. He'll run you a bath or a shower and massage you. Whether he was the top or you, acts of service is one or his love languages. He'll also make you tea and help you stretch after all of those positions.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He loves his hands. He likes watching his fingers pleasure you, pin you down, pull you up, he just loves all of the things his fingers can do. On you? He likes your chest. He likes listening to your heartbeat, and if you have boobs, then of course he likes that. Pretty sure it was obvious in "Real Girl" what he likes....

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

He likes to keep things as minimal as possible with mess. So he'll gladly cum inside of you. Whether it's your mouth or your pussy, if you have one.

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

This guy seems like a polite, respectful, innocent gentleman in public, but he's genuinely a pervert in private with his lover. In private, he'll grope his lover and fondle them. He also has a stash of NSFW sketches he's made of characters he likes and writes erotic poetry. He's secretly a dacryphilliac (someone who gets sexual arousal from crying or watching someone cry.) He likes to feel needed, and he finds it adorable when you cry because he keeps edging you.

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

He's had sex a few times during his college days and in past relationships. He knows about the female and the male anatomy. He's had sex with someone who was intersex, and he understands the ways to pleasure a human regardless of their genitals. He's also very responsible with safe sex. He stays consensual and communicative, he uses condoms, lubricant, dental dams, and finger cotts, and even after that, he still gets tested regularly for STIs. He's honestly the most responsible out of the four when it comes to sex.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He likes intimate positions. He loves missionary, mating press, and cuddlefucking. It's worth noting that Benatar loves these positions as both the giver and reciever. He loves being pounded in these positions or pounding you in these positions.

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

He's very serious during sex and poetic. He'll mutter sweet nothings as if they were prayers to you and only you.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's fully shaved and makes sure everything is in order there with no razor burns or nicks.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He's not the type to do friends with benefits or one night stands. He wants to have sex with someone he loves, and he is utterly devoted to you. He's extremely sweet, romantic, and gentle in bed.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He does it every now and then. Most of the porn he occasionally watches is all softcore or romantic porn with plot.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He adores art, so he loves shibari. He prefers to be the rigger, but he'll be the rope bunny if you want him to. He's also a bit of a voyeurist. He loves to draw erotic images of you, paint them, and he makes erotic poetry based on you. He also has a daddy kink. Not to the extent of being into DDLG/DDLB, but to the extent of getting turned on by the name. This goes without saying, he loves to feel needed by you and he loves taking care of you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bed. Always the bed. It feels more intimate that way. He would never do it anywhere else except his car one time.

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

Seeing you naked, seeing you pose for him, and wearing dainty fabrics such as lace. This isn't limited to just women, though. He likes lace on anyone.

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

Namecalling, slapping, choking, blood, spitting, raceplay, and harsh degradation (the most degrading he'd ever do would be speaking in a condescending tone or patronize you.) He also doesn't want to recieve that treatment either. He can be condescending and patronizing, but he can't take that himself. Very sensitive as a sub. Also, Benatar REFUSES to have sex anywhere that isn't the bed. He will never do shower sex because it's a safety hazard. He will never do it in hotels or motels (Imagine all the people that did that. Did they even wash those sheets?) And he won't do it in the kitchen (have some decency, we eat here!)

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

This man treats oral sex like an art form. Whether it's sucking your or eating you out, he will take his time and savor it. 100% certified munch and prefers to give more than recieve.

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

Sometimes he's fast and a little rough if he's worked up. But for the most part, he's slow and deep. His thrusts are slow, but they're hard.

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

He HATES them. He doesn't want to do it anywhere except the bed and under no circumstances expect when you guys have all the time in the world.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to try a little. He's still the more conservative one in the group. He doesn't really like public play or displaying you or himself to anyone. He wants to keep things between you two behind closed doors.

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

2 rounds at most. He gets really tired by the time he's done. He lasts about 7-13 minutes. He does try to last as long as possible, but there's only so much he can do.

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

He doesn't really use toys on himself. He prefers to use his hand and a condom since it's minimal clean-up and because of how low maintenance it is. Cleaning up his hand is better than cleaning up a toy. But if you want to use toys, he'd be willing to try them on himself or on you.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

This man hates to deny you of any pleasure.... but he also loves it. It depends, really. How good were you for him? If you were being a brat, he'll be teasing verbally and physically.

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

Very vocal. He moans loudly when he's dominant and whimpering when he's submissive.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He makes audioporn and sends it to you. He has a private account of Soundgasm where he makes audios just for you. These audios range from his masturbating, to him counting down for you to cum with his permission. Benatar is also trying to learn how to do erotic hypnosis.

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

Average size of 5 inches when he's hard with a bit of a curve and circumcised. He's fairly girthy and knows how to angle himself right.

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

Fairly high. Ideally, he'd want to have sex 3-4 nights a week. But he's fine with 1-2 nights. He's horny like the rest of the gang, but not as mellow as Deejay and nowhere near as high as Puff Puff.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It depends. If he was the dominant one, he won't fall asleep until he knows that you're alright. If he was the submissive one, he'd fall asleep after 20 minutes.