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NOT THE LIGHT YAGAMI GIF, THE FACT THAT I WAS SUCH A SIMP FOR HIM WHEN I WAS 15. OMFG. AND NOT THE ASTERISKS AND TEXT STUTTER PISS OFF GOOFY!😭🫶

"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 parter 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..."

OH MY FUCKING GOD, JUST WHAT I NEEDED

semi being your stress reliever and it shows.

she wants to see her pretty girl plopping down on her lap the second she comes back home from work, all tense from the long hours of taking decisions. she’d whisper a lil’ “your mind is all burnt out, hm baby?” as you hides your face in the crook of her neck, only giving her a whine as an answer but is enough for her because she knows exactly what you needs. hours later, she keeps fingering your sloppy pussy while keeping an arm around ur waist— no matter how much you say it’s too much or how you keeps trying to wiggle your way out, she knows your body craves more and you both know she won’t stop until you go limp. so she keeps her assault on that gummy spot inside your cunt, feeling your thighs trembling around her hand and your tears wetting her shirt, all while telling you what a good job you did today, handling all your stuff like a big girl… but now she’s here, so you only need to look pretty and take everything i she gives you. you’re her little princess so you really don’t need to worry your little mind around her.

"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..."

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

The Salesman

I am pleased to inform everyone that I am making an x reader of this man💆‍♀️

The Salesman

Just a little WIP of a smut I'm writing....

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..."

And.... I'll stop right there..... for now. Stay tuned yall✌🏻😉

I NEED THIS MAN SO FUCKING BADLY LIKE I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME SO BADLY LIKE YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I NEED HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM SO BADLY I'M TWEAKING TF OUT YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW FERAL THIS SCENE MADE ME

EDIT: Why is my most liked post me being horny? Anyway, Salesman smut coming soon.

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

Gong Yoo in Squid Game 2 (2024)

Reblog allies!

Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and your for us.

Goddddd sex with Joel would be a fucking DREAM!😩

Joel loves slow sensual sex with you. He loves worshiping your body, talking his time with you. you loved the way his big brown eyes looked down at you so lovingly with his pouty lips. His favorite thing is kissing you, your neck, your lips your favorite spots. You loved smelling his cologne the smell of woodsy pine, feeling of his big hands on your waist and his rough stubble of his beard on your cheek. He loved the way you would bite his lower lip, it drove him crazy. The first time he told you he loved you was in the middle of sex. He whimpered in your ear “I love you so much” right when you both hit your high, it was the most beautiful thing you ever heard

NSFW under the cut, minors DNI

Ok, so, Graham smut is in the making. Basically, you guys start sexting while his family is out, you come over, and he fucks you over his desk.

Since I'm a female and I'm mostly familiar with female anatomy, the reader will be mentioned as a female. But I'm also working on a male version. I wanna try to be as inclusive as possible, so I plan on making male alternatives to my smut. So like, instead of using words like clit or G-spot, it'll be tip and prostate and all that stuff.

Oh! Projects in mind in the future~⭐️

WLW Dani Burns smut. (Not sure where to go with her. I was thinking just a wholesome date night)

Gental male dom Benatar x sub!reader (first time experimenting with a daddy kink smut. Then again, I'm still new to smut in general...)

18 yrs old Puff Puff x 18!Reader (Basically you and Puff just turned 18 and have a sort of awkward sexual encounter. Fluffy smut on the way)

Oooh Gavin Reed smut too! (Gavin misses a call of work because he was too focused on eating you out/sucking you off)

I really wanna make some more WLW stuff so I can be more comfortable with my sexuality. So I'm nervous, but excited.

Yall, Benatar smut is in the near future. So is Puff Puff smut cuz yfm needs more content. Ofc, feel free to request. I'm kinda worried though since it seems like most yfm fans are minors (ironically). So minors, DNI, you'll be blocked.

Don’t know how old the rescue bots mutuals post is but I’m still a fan at 19! Graham is my absolute favorite.

Ok then, let's be friends! >:)

Yall, don't give me ANY ideas......

Ohhhhh noooooo.....😏

Are there any transformers rescue bot fans around my age? 18-19? Cuz I want moots so badly and I wanna ramble to them about stuff but my blog is 18+ and I need people around my age😭

I am 18 :3

Chill Saturday Night

Webtoon Hyuk x F!Top!Reader

18+ MDNI

A/N: Just a comeback dedicated to all of my Hyuk simps. You and Hyuk are all alone at his apartment on a calm Saturday night and get a little frisky. @tapwater-made-everyone-gay THIS IS FOR YOU! <3

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Female genitals mentioned, Fluffy smut, protected sex, female condom use, dental dam, finger cotts, fingering, cunnilingus, P in V, Riding, praise kink (Hyuk praises you, you praise him), Hyuk goes from dominant to submissive, male whimpering, male moaning, begging, female nipple play, foreplay, water-based lubricant mentioned, worshipping, namecalling (Hyuk calls you his Goddess), female orgasm, male orgasm, I suppose gental femdom can be used?

It is currently April 2nd, 1:22 AM. It's somewhat chilly outside, with pitter patters scattering along the window pane as the rain drops slammed against it.

You lay there, scrolling away on your phone. The sound of Hyuk typing fills the room. Eun is sleeping at a friend's house, so it was just you and Hyuk, and you took the opportunity to tease him.

He is typing aggressively, seems like he's either gaming hard or trolling a 12 year old screacher. Until you pull him into a back hug. He jumps at the feeling but nonetheless, he smiles.

"Hey, chill. I kissed you once and now you're all on me?" He teases.

You ignore him, leaning in closer as you respond: "Can you blame me though?"

He grins and gets back to typing. Unsatisfied with his reaction, you let out an exaggerated sigh in hopes of getting his attention. But Hyuk continues typing, veinly hiding his amusement.

Your hands began to wonder along his shoulders. Grazing his jawline, his collarbone, before brushing against his chest. He tries to hide it, but you can tell he's blushing.

So you escalate things further.

"I just want to hear from Hyuk... he's been so distant lately. Really makes me wonder..." You move in closer... "If he's really okay?" You whisper in his ear.

At this point he pauses, and logs off his game. He turns to face you, flustered before replying, "Look, don't worry about me. I'm fine, I've just been tired lately." You give him a doubtful face.

"Tired doesn't mean ignoring Eun and I."

He shakes his head and begins to explain himself. "Alright, alright... I'm sorry. It's just that... hm. Recently I started withdrawling. I guess it's doubts or whatever."

You massage his scalp, causing him to let out a soft whimper as you pry, "Doubts about what exactly?"

He leans back into you, pushing his head into your fingers and responds: "I'm not sure how to say it... but I feel like you could do better. Better than me, I mean."

He mumbled, his eyes looking far, far away from your direction. You frowned hearing that, and asked, "Why, Hyuk?" He sighed and continues, "Pretty obvious, isn't it? Someone as great as you ending up with someone like me. I don't have a lot of money, I'm hopping from job to job, I'm barely making the deadline for rent, and bowls of rice are basically our staple meal. Plus, I'm not that good looking. All I really do is play video games and piss a bunch of nobodies in a server. I'm not the most romantic guy, and for someone like you to be with me, I.... just think you can do better."

You continue to massage his scalp as you carefully think of your next response, "Okay, first off, your economic situation doesn't define you. At least, not in a bad way. It goes to show that you are a hardworker and that you do everything you can to provide for the people you care for. Your hobbies are simply.... hobbies. It's a good thing. And sure, you're not the rom-com romantic type, but you're romantic in your own way. You invite me out to convenience store runs and late night walks, you want to be close to me whenever we watch a movie, you do little tasks for me.... or "side quests" as you call it... you're very romantic. Even if it's not in the traditional way."

It's true. Hyuk was passing his classes by day and working through the night. During weekends, he worked, and he managed the house. Yet he still made time for you and Eun. Poor guy needed a break.

Hyuk looks up at you, now smiling and says, "Thanks. Sorry for being so depress--" you hushed his last word with a gentle kiss. As you pull your lips away, he huffs and remarks awkwardly, "Uh... that was cool... so um.... yeah..."

There was a long pause, before Hyuk decides to just go for it and kisses you deeply. He tries to act dominant, and he eventually gets a little rougher, making him pushes against you and pulls away for air only to kiss you again. As he gets more confident, he gently bites your neck, making those little hair rise and wave. He mutters, "Can I.... take your shirt off?"

You nod, allowing Hyuk to gently lift up your shirt. The soft cloth grazing against your skin before it was tossed onto the floor. He leaves a trail of nipping pecks along your neck before working his way to your breasts. Hyuk's tongue flicks against your nipple and sends a sharp, pleasureful pain courses through your body when his teeth gently clasped the bud. It ripples and a warm wave of arousal travels to your core. You moan, and he laughs with the words escaping his lips, "Look at you... so sensitive. All I did was a little bite!" Hyuk then smiles and kisses your lips while he slides his hand down your shorts.

When he rubs your clitoris with firm pressure, you squirm in his lap and grind against the bulge in his pants. He lets out a shakey breath, the blood rushing to his face with a pink tint. He tries to maintain his cool persona and says in a low tone, "Good girl. Keep grinding against me." He then nuzzles your neck in an attempt to hide his embarassment. Despite being the dominant one right now, Hyuk was still a shy guy when it came to these things.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

He massages your clitoris in firm circles before he pauses, landing a few hard taps against it. The taps cause you to quiver from the impact. It was a teasing pain that melted into pleasure, resulting in a moan to slip out of your mouth when the bud began to throb. Hyuk slides off your shorts and lets them fall onto the floor. Now you were completely bare, and Hyuk couldn't stop himself from staring before he started to take off his clothes. He places his hand on your hip and commands you to get on the bed.

When you get on the bed, he rises from his chair only to let out a loud crack from his back. You two look at each other and laugh.

"Was that your back?!" You cackled.

Hyuk laughs and says "Dude, I've been in this seat for 4 hours! Leave me alone!"

You both laugh some more when Hyuk presses his hands against the mattress and says to you, "So, what position do you want?" He goes to slip a finger into you, checking to see if you were wet enough.

He then goes under his bed and takes out a tube of water based lubricant. As he applies it onto you, you answer, "I want to be on top." He pauses, and looked a little surprised. Usually, the man is on top. But then again, being on top doesn't automatically mean dominant, right? Based on Hyuk's understanding, all you can do is be on top, but he's still in charge...

...Right?

Hyuk settles between the cushions while you gingerly slip the thickrubber ring inside of you. He grabs your hip, feeling the warm, soft skin as he whispers, "Here, let me help."

He examines the condom, checking for any tears and looks at the packaging. It didn't expire until the following year. He then grabs more lubricant and gently takes out the condom. Hyuk applies lubricant on the outside of the rubbed and the inside before slipping the thick ring back inside. You two fiddled with it before it reached your cervix. He then presses the thinner ring against your clitoris, and now you were both anticipating what was about to happen.

You make your way, sinking down his shaft with a soft, thick squish. Hyuk tenses up and lets out a panicky moan, his nails dig into your hip and he says, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, w-wait! Give me a minute!" He takes a few deep breaths and looks up at you with a look of worry. Your hand runs through his fluffy, spiked hair and you ask, "What? What's wrong?"

He hesitantly responds, "I...I was just about to cum. I made you stop since I didn't want to blow too quickly..."

The response made you stunned for a minute, before you two laughed again. Hyuk steadies his breath, before giving you the signal to continue. You finally glide down with ease, enveloping him in your soft walls. The heat making him tense up, only to relax once again. Poor boy was trying so hard to take control, to hold back his orgasm. But little did he know, you already had him right where you wanted him.

He wasn't used to sex. Especially being the passenger instead of the driver. You figured you'd take him for a test drive. Besides, what's a chill Saturday night without a little late-night ride?

You rock your hips against his shaft, feeling the veins throb inside of you. Hyuk bellows out a loud moan, cupping his mouth to be quiet. You hold back one yourself and mutter, "Careful, Hyuk. These walls are thin." He furrows his brows and quietly nods. He doesn't want the neighbors to hear what he's doing, but you felt far too good to be silent. Your hands intertwine while you ride him and slowly but surely, Hyuk lets your push his hands to the bed frame. Your hands loss their grip on his, and began to clasp his wrists.

Pinned to the bed and below you, Hyuk's calm and collected persona cracks. With every rock, and every moan escaping your lips, Hyuk became much more compliant, less complacent than usual.

He whimpers, and fails to meet your gaze. He mutters, "Why....why do you feel so good? Please... don't stop..."

You were loving this. Seeing Hyuk finally take a break and just letting you lead. He always felt the need to be the leader, always guiding you and Eun, always taking charge at work, for once, he was getting a break. He pants and his eyelids fall, just open enough to meet your eyes. He averts his gaze, but you, feeling bold, grab his chin and commanded him to look at you.

"Hyuk. Keep your eyes on me."

He was stunned. You never said anything so assertively. Regardless of how assertive or passive you were in your every day life or bedroom, it was nothing compared to the tone you gave him when you made him watch as you bounce onto him. The mattress squeaks with every hard landing and the hot, slick ridges grinding against his cock cause him to break. He clenches his fists and helplessly feels his wrists going numb from your grasp as he rambles, "Goddess... you're.... my goddess... keep....doing that."

High off your ego, you get the audacity to say, "Keep doing...what exactly?" You knew damn well what he meant, you just wanted to embarass him more.

Hyuk was hesitant with his response, "Keep... y'know... doing that..." You get closer to him, no longer riding. He whines, getting ready to complain before you beat him to it and tell him, "What is 'that?' What do you want me to keep doing?"

Hyuk didn't want to say it. He wanted this, but his pride wouldn't let him say it. But if he didn't say it, you wouldn't continue. Not wanting you to stop, he begs you, "Please, please goddess, don't stop... keep... fucking me like this. Please. I'll do anything for you, goddess, anything."

That was unexpected, but you rock your hips in approval, and move again. Hyuk whimpers and babbles out the words, "Thank you, thank you, goddess. Thank you so much." You let out a breathy moan, appeased by his worshipping. It wasn't long before Hyuk's breathing became unsteady and he asks, "Goddess? May I please cum? Please? I'll make sure you do, too. I promise. Please?"

You whisper to him, "Yes, baby. You may."

You let go of his wrists, allowing him to clutch your hips and press you down when his hips bucked and he cries out with ecstasy. Even through the thin rubber, you could feel him spasm and coat the material with his cum. He strokes himself a few times, his chest heaving while he carefully pulls out. He eases the rubber out and ties it up before discarding it.

After doing so, he takes out a dental dam, and two finger cotts. You watch curiously as he applies the cotts with lubricant and places the thin rubber sheet against your clitoris, leaving just enough room to use his fingers. He looks up at you shyly and says, "I told you I'll make sure you get yours. If... you want me to, that is."

You lean against the cushions, the plush fabric depressed from Hyuk's previous leaning. You part your thighs for him and he hooks his arms beneath your legs, caressing the warm skin as he licks your folds. He feels its smooth and wrinkled patterns with his soft, wet tongue gliding against them. He lets a drop of saliva slowly fall onto your clit, before flicking his tongue, and finally flattening against you.

You throw your head back and let out a cry of pleasure when he slips his fingers in, massaging your G-spot while he sucks your bud, moaning into your pussy. The moans sent sensual vibrations through your most sensitive spot, causing the pit in your stomach to deepen. Your breath hitches and you tug at his hair. You pant out the words, "Good boy, you're so good, Hyuk. So good."

The words caused him to moan louder and make his fingers fluttering inside of you. Curling right into your sweet spot and suck away with haste. You grind against his tongue and shut your eyes, completely lost in the pleasure. You could feel yourself building up to that point of no return. You steady your breathing, trying to prolong the pleasure. But Hyuk's words made you even closer. The boy laps you up and pleads, "Please, cum for me, goddess. Cum on my fingers, please, yes..."

Finally, it was your turn. Your chest heaves until you go over the edge with a warm wave of pleasure washing over you. Your nipples harden from the impact and you could hear yourself squelch against his fingers while Hyuk frantically began to place a blanket over your area. You look down, curious as to what got him so frantic.

Much to your surprise (and either horror or delight, depending on you), a fountain gushed out of you, and the blanket was soaked. You breathlessly look at Hyuk, who was speechless for a moment before scratching the back of his head and saying, "Whoa! New achievement unlocked; I made my girlfriend squirt!"

You laughed away whatever anxiety or embarassment was there, and kiss him, praising him for his work. He puts the blanket in the hamper, and discarded the cotts and dental dam. Hyuk tiredly holds onto you and asks softly, "So... I guess I was a good boy tonight?"

You nod, kissing him with the words tucked into his neck,

"Yes, Hyuk. You were a very good boy tonight."

NSFW under the cut, MDNI

Random thought, but like, imagine Graham fucking you over his desk???? Like idk, guys like Graham are either super vanilla or super freaky and something is telling me that he would totally be a freak. I could just imagine this man telling you to keep quiet while he has you bent over his desk since everyone is out of the house, but he's worried about someone coming in. I'm talking, hand over your mouth, slamming into you, grunting and moaning, and rubbing your clit or pumping your cock simultaneously while he tells you to be quiet and whispering all sorts of praises and dear god I might've found my next smut idea after handling a request🤭

Gavin Reed going down on the reader on a rainy day at their apartment while he ignores a call from work because you taste too good I mean whattttt who said that?

⚠️NSFW warning under the cut. Just a random realization I had.⚠️

So since Griffin Rock is like.... known for its advanced technology... imagine the sex toys? Freaky ass thought, I know, but the thought occurred. I've been watching this show since I was a little kid, and now, as an 18 yr old, the thought came to mind.

Like, the rose toy vibrator and the hitachi wand were already a staple in the sex toy industry. Then we invented a showerhead SPECIALLY made for female masturbation, which was a game changer. Imagine what kinda shit Griffin Rock has?

Do what you will with that food for thought, yall.

Hello everyone! It's been a while. I'm back from my hiatus! I still gotta fill out college work and I'm still grieving and lots more but I'm here and I'm gonna be taking requests and working on the Hyuk smut reuqest. My goal is to get it done by Sunday at 11:59 PM. Thank you for your patience!

IMPORTANT HIATUS ANNOUNCEMENT!

Due to the death of my grandfather, I will be on a hiatus indefinitely. All projects and requests are on hold. I have to prep for a funeral and handle some things. Thank you for your understanding, and I apologize for the inconvenience. Inbox is currently closed for an indefinite time.

Ooooh this is such a fun crossover! :0

NEEDY PROFILER OVERLOAD

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! FOLLOWING YOU NOW!!!

@cheekycheesecake01 Some quick doots with cat Hank💙

Some upcoming projects!!!!

Sweet Home fandom: Heads up! Hyuk smut is in the making! Will he be submissive or dominant? Depends on what the requester wants!

Your Favorite Martian: Wholesome Benatar smut in mind, Wholesome Puff Puff smut, future projects include a horny Axel, and a posessive Deejay....

Transformers Rescue Bots: WLW Dani Burns content in the future!!!! That'll be my first time making sapphic smut. Graham Burns project ofc cuz I love that man, Kade content for the simps I have spotted, and Charlie for them dilf lovers....

If you have any ideas for these characters, or requests, by all means, inbox is open people!

A quick post! Just some songs that I associate with Gavin Reed.... use it however you want fanfic writers ;)

can we still request stuff on anon if we are above the age of 18?

Yeah. But I prefer anyone over 21 not to interact. Not to say you can't. I'm fine with it. But the main concern is minors interacting.

(If you’re not taking requests at the moment, I am so sorry and you can ignore this)

I’m going to be honest, I don’t think I have ever come across Sweet Home smut- It just doesn’t exist in this fandom (which makes sense considering how small it is) but damn does it make me sad😔 Would you provide a thirsty Hyuk fan some NSFW headcanons? I’m desperate to know what others think about him

I could, but I need to know ur age. I've been dealing with minors interacting lately.

So Idk if it's the fandom or what, but I have explicitly stated for minors not to interact with me or my posts. So far I have gotten 2 minors interacting, and both of which were in the YFM community. It kinda surprised me since I figured the Tumblr side of YFM would be around my age range. I'm 18. I wanna put that out there. I am 18 years old.

I do not say "Minors DNI" to be a dick, it's to keep everyone safe. It is technically illegal for a minor user to sexually interact or engage in adult entertainment, especially when an adult is involved. This includes fanfiction. I cannot stop anyone from reading my stuff since it is public. But I want to be able to openly express my sexuality through writing without minors interacting. If you are a minor, there is no shame in your sexuality, but there you are not welcome here. You are legally and morally not welcome here by me. Do not interact. Putting this in pinned.

Biker!Benatar x G/N!Reader

18+ Minors DNI! Yall, I have been thinking thoughts that should NOT have been thunk! Hence, the post. I had no idea where I was going with this. I ended up making my first smut fic.😭

Warnings/Tags: Blowjob, public sex, mutual orgasm, praise, leather.

He may not look like the type, but Benatar's been a biker since he got his license back in college

Rides a chopper motorcycle at night after dealing with the guys all day.

He's got diamond studs in his ear from post-high school graduation era that he still wears. They twinkle in the night from the city lights.

He'll let you ride the back of the motorcycle.... he might floor it just so you could get scared and cling onto him.

He listens to a variety of artists on his late-night rides. TV Girl, Cigarettes After Sex, Joji, Lana Del Rey, just to name a few.

He'll stop along his trips to jot down whatever is on his mind. He has a scrapbook of songs he likes and his favorite lyrics.... some of which include:

"I dreamt I was standing in your doorstep

Licking sweat off of your forehead

With your finger in my mouth

And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground

You should hear when you're not around

When it's just us horny poets

Who can't wait to write it down

Swear we were only being honest

Do you like these little sonnets?

'Cause I wrote them just for you"

Despite the meaning of the song itself.... that verse reminds him a lot about you. Specifically, that one night...

Remember the detail that Benatar doesn't like to have sex anywhere that isn't his bed?

Well, there was one exception....

So it was a breezy Saturday night. 12:45 AM, clear night skies with twinkly stars that went on forever with the moon. Clinging onto Benatar's jacket... he was playing the music as the pipes of the chopper rumbled. Wrapping your hands around Benatar's waist, hands getting lower and lower until they were right where you two wanted them. Benatar's breath catches in his throat and looks at the next exit on the highway.

He took it.

He went all the way to an empty parking lot that was hidden behind a bundle of trees. He turns the ignition off and said to you that night: "We ought to be quick.... I don't like being out in the open..."

You were stunned. Benatar was the more conservative person in the group. He was shy at the mention of sex.... let alone having it in a parking lot. There was a silence.... you both wanted it. You wanted each other. Right then, right there. But no one was making the first move.... until Benatar said to you in his polite British accent: "Get on your knees, love."

That was how it started....

The parking lot was quiet with the trees whispering into the night. The moon shined upon your eyes as you gaze up at Benatar. He clutches your hair, trying so hard not to moan, not to pull your hair too hard, not to get caught, but it was just too good...

He slowly thrusts into your mouth. Your tongue flicks at his tip, tasting his precum and moaning at the feeling of it twitch. Benatar groans, petting your head and saying: "Go on, love... touch yourself... I can't be the only one enjoying myself... let me watch you. Let me watch you cum..."

You were, once again, shocked by how lewd the man was. But, you complied, and your hand slipped into your pants. The parking lot had the trees whispering as the scandal unfolded before them. Your knees pressed against the concrete, making you wince at the pain only for the feeling to be replaced by your arousal at the sight of Benatar. His blonde locks were disheveled, his shirt was sticking to his chest, and his leather jacket.... was rattling and tightening against him.

You took out your hand, the fingers glazed with your precum. Sweat rolling down your forehead from the intensity of the situation, the visuals, the taste, everything.... his cock in your mouth twitching making you moan with pleasure. He looks down at you... completely different from the usual Benatar.

His eyes were glossy from the moonlight with a lustful haze looming over them. His lips were parted, and his eyes kept staring at you.... at your lips. He thrusts into your mouth more, picking up the pace a little. Then, he leaned over you, getting closer until his head was against yours. There was silence once more. The sexual tension is getting to its peak as he licks the droplet of sweat off of your forehead. You then dipped your fingers back into your pants to collect more of yourself, and bring it up to his lips.

He continued to lick the sweat off of your forehead and let your finger slip into his lips. He engulfs them with his warm, wet tongue, greeting them with a moan. You push your head further, trying to suck him more. He bucks his hips and said: "Love, I can't do this anymore.... I need to get rid of this..."

And the sound when leather jackets hit the ground...

He pulled up his indigo shirt, trying to cool off and have something to muffle him. His teeth tugged the cloth, a small tear heard as he thrusts faster. Your hand remained in your pants and you went faster and faster. Benatar struggles to hold in a moan in the process of holding your head and telling you: "You're doing so good, love. Oh, your mouth is so good..."

That was what did it... your body felt warm all over as it began to spasm. Your mind goes blank with pure pleasure, and this visual made Benatar lose his grip. The sudden hot rush of his cum coated your mouth. He bellowed a loud moan and gently pulled out, pulling up his pants and buckling them.

He helped you up, letting you sit on the bike as he rubbed your knees and swept away the gravel and pebbles. He picked up his leather jacket from the ground and slid it over your shoulders. He kissed your forehead and whispered to you that night: "You did such a good job, love. So good for me... too good for me."

He slid his thumb across the corner of your lip, wiping off the remains of your adventure before licking his fingertip and smiling. He gets on the bike and waits for you to wrap your arms around him when he turns on the ignition and says: "Shall we go?"

The following night, Benatar got inspired from the previous encounter and he looked at his paper, and he couldn't wait to write it down, swear he's only being honest...

Then... the next late-night ride, he handed you a book of poems with the question...

"Do you like these little sonnets?

'Cause I wrote them just for you."

NSFW Alphabet Graham Burns

I need to prove to you guys that I write for my fandoms besides YFM... so why not write about a childhood crush of mine? Since I know he is from a kids show, I'll put it under the cut. Obviously, this is 18+ minors DNI!

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

He's super caring after sex. If you want a bath or a shower, he'll set it up for you and wash your hair. The bed will be cleaned uo of any mess and he'll get you your favorite stuffed animal, set of clothes, and is very clingy and cuddly after sex. Also into gaming after sex. Whether it's you watching him, him watching you, or the both of you playing games.

As a sub, he's still clingy, but he's very silent. He goes nonverbal and writes out what he's thinking. He always wants to be washed and given a small snack with a cup of water. He also wants to be held and praised. He'll make sure to take care of you too as his dom/domme/top. He'll coo over you and praise you. Just worshipping you.

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

His favorite body part on himself is his hands. He thinks they're one of the best tools humans have because they're so versatile. He can pin you down with them, hold you, finger you, grope you, all with a single hand.

His favorite body part on his partner is their eyes. Besides the obvious intimate aspect of them, he likes watching his partner's eyes roll back when he fucks them, or when they stare him down while he's submissive.

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

He doesn't like making a huge mess since he gets pretty tired after the fact. While he does enjoy cumming on you, he personally finds it to be a waste. He's seen cumshot porn and he always thought it was such a waste. Why cum on his partner's body when he can fill them up instead? He likes watching his partner ooze with cum or when it runs down their mouth just a little bit. He really likes filling up his partner. He does like being cummed on though. He likes it when his dick is covered in his partner's cum, or if his partner cums in his mouth. He also doesn't mind a good squirter either.

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

He wants to film you and keep the videos for himself. He doesn't wanna ask since he thinks it might be weird or perverted, but he does have a thing for observing his partner.

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

If this man can't talk to girls, he sure as hell has no experience. 100% certified virgin. But with him being a scientist, he has read up about anatomy from the clitoris to the prostate and listens to feedback. He's a pretty practical guy who's alwayd up for experimenting.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

It sounds vanilla, but he does love missionary. He likes being on top of his partner and watching their every move. He also likes it when his partner rides him so he can watch them bounce on him. He's also really into the mating press position. Not only does he get to watch his partner, but he's assured that he won't waste a single drop. He also wants to try the full-nelson position, but he wants to be able to support his partner first. Hence why he's been doing push-ups lately. He'd also want to get a mirror for the bed before he tries that position. On the other end of the spectrum, he also likes these positions as the receiver. He likes it either way. He likes to look at you, he likes to be pinned and pounded when he's folded up, he likes bouncing on you like a good boy and being folded up.

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

He can be a little silly. Sometimes he might crack some jokes or he'll get quiet and serious. If he's not being intimate, he's joking around and praising his partner.

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

He trims his hair. He's never shaved it since in-grown hairs are a pain and a razor on his balls scares him. Waxing is a major no. He just trims them.

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

Very romantic. He does some foreplay where he tries to incoporate the 5 senses. Reminder, this guy reads up about this stuff. Remember the pheromone cologne incident? He'll use that to his advantage. He'll whisper in your ear while he leaves light touches and kisses as he praises you and makes little remarks like: "Your heart is beating so fast." And "Just relax, it's only us here." He'll wear some of that cologne so you'll be just a little more aroused, he'll fondle and grope you in front of the mirror while he tells you exactly what he likes. He'll describe your body in immense detail and what he loves about it and why he loves it so much. He'll give a few low hums because he knows the effect a deep voice has on individuals.... he's done his homework. Hickies, bites, and sweet kisses after as he licks the small wounds he's made while he occasionally moans in your ear. Whatever plays into your senses, he'll do it. If he's submissive, he'll follow your orders however you want. Want him to massage you? He'll do it. Want him to take off his clothes? He'll do it.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He does it a lot, but he has to make it quick and keep quiet since he lives with his family. Sometimes Boulder might call out to him and interrupt him, or he's jacking it and then an emergency call comes in. He's had blue balls more than once to say the least. The things he tolerates to keep Griffin Rock safe is crazy.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Huge voyeurist. He loves watching his partner get undressed or bathe, or while they're having sex, he wants them in positions where he can watch them or put them in front of a mirror so he can show them everything he's seeing. He's also into BDSM to a degree. He likes to roleplay a little. What roleplays depends on his position. If he's dominant, he wants to roleplay as a scientist and his partner gets to be the clueless and submissive guinea pig. He'll make a small cage area for them with small toys, a water bottle, and small snacks such as fruits or vegetables while he observes them and tests various positions and toys on them. He might even film it for documentation so he can "study' it later. He'll praise you while he walks you around on a harness and leash with a little collar. He loves spoiling his sub and is very gentle as a dom. But he can be harsh with his punishments. He doesn't hit, but he does edge, deny, and overstimulate. He also likes it when his partner begs, having some sort of power that he lacks outside of the bedroom is a nice change of pace. Now, if he's submissive, he wants to roleplay as a college boy with his professor. He just wants to be your favorite student to study with. He's a very easygoing sub. He doesn't talk back and he's eager to please. He also likes being a puppy taken care of by his owner. He likes his leashes and collars, and if he's too loud, he wouldn't mind a bone-ball gag. Just praise him and be sweet to him and he'll be a happy boy. He also likes dumbification, both giving and receiving it. He likes to fuck you until you can't think and start rambling, he likes to be the brains and do all the thinking while you just listen. And as a sub? He likes to take a break from all of that thinking.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

In your bed at your house. He can never really do it at his place because of his family.

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

When his partner is getting ready to shower, or when his partner is wearing something he likes. He likes his partner wearing anything that shows off the bottom half. Tight pants, thigh highs, fishnets, short skirts, whatever shows off your legs, thighs, and ass. He also likes it if you wear a little eye makeup. Then he really gets to see your eyes pop and he loves seeing them. He also loves chokers, they're like little collars to him.

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

Anything unsanitary and anything that could harm his partner physically or emotionally. So no scat or piss, no throw up, no cnc roleplay, no raceplay, no knife play, no blood, no degrading, no hitting, no spanking, no yelling, none of that.

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

He's sloppy at giving, but he is a quick learner. He has no preference since he loves it all. He loves hearing you moan and feeling your hips buck because of his tongue just as much as he loves feeling your mouth tighten around his cock.

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

Slow and sensual until he's close to finishing. He starts of slow and gradually gets faster. But Graham's got a talent to be sensual and romantic even when he's pounding into you.

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

None. Keep it in bed, more enjoyable that way.

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

He has a reputation to maintain, so no public play. He does like to experiment a little though with recording.

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

On average he can go 1 round. Maybe 3 when he's really been horny. He tends to last for about an hour.

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

He managed to hide a few toys. Most of the toys are at your house. But the one for him exclusively is a clear and warm fleshlight. Your might get some videos of him pumping his dick into it while he tries to be quiet. The toys at your house is a lot. Vibrators for you and him, a cock ring for him, a prostate massager for him, and a few toys for you. He also keeps toy cleaner, lubricant, condoms, and he keeps a few tools like a collar, a leash, a few plugs for you two, a blindfold, some padded handcuffs, baby oil, cuff bar, gloves, a few tentacle toys, and some cameras.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He's not a huge tease. As a sub, he's submissive and never bratty, as a dom, he tells you to ask politely, but he gives easily unless you've been bratty.

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

As a dom, he moans and grunts while he praises you, telling you how good you feel around him and how you're such a good girl/boy/doing such a good job. As a sub, he's very whiney and whimpers a lot. He moans while he starts to whimper and ramble and begs you.

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

He has a playlist specially made for sex. His playlist consist of The Weeknd, Cigarettes After Sex, and a few others. His favorite track from the playlist is "Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby" by Cigarettes After Sex. He'll sing it softly in you ear while he massages your pussy or strokes your cock. Him being a rescue respondant, he sees himself as your defender, your knight in shining armor, and he wants to reminds you just how safe you are. You're just sitting on his lap while he sings and spoils you with all the attention you crave.

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

3 inches when he's soft and 5 inches when he's hard. He's honestly really insecure about his dick size. He's also a pretty girthy guy. He's small and thick with his foreskin hiding it. He's uncircumcised and at first he was insecure, but then he started loving it when you gave him handjobs. Just feeling you wrap your hands around it and pumping it made him buck his hips and moan. He loves being uncircumcised.

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

His sex drive is fairly high. He's young, stressed from work, and he has someone like you in his bed. It's only natural for him to be horny often.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

When it's all said and done, he might have you sleep next to him while he works, or he'll ramble to you about science until you fall asleep. But he doesn't fall asleep until he's assured that you're safe and happy.