Dudeeeee, Journey To The West Was My FAVORITE Sorry As A Kid!!!

Dudeeeee, Journey to the West was my FAVORITE sorry as a kid!!!

There was a really popular cartoon of Wukong with the CATCHIEST theme song!!! My sister and I would watch it for hours from the tape bc I remember it being pretty old!

A collage of Yi Ti fashions in GOT Universe

Yi Ti has nods to Imperial China btw

Yi Ti is one of the oldest civillizations of GOT Universe, with dramatic Feudal histories, large armies, and boasting one of the largest populations in the GOT Universe

Yi Ti has had dramatic relations with multiple other Realms of Westeros and Essos over time - cold War like relations with Valyria in the Valyrian Empire times, often trade and socio political dramas with Dothraki Realms ( which has nods to Central Asia , Jogos Nghai ( which has nods to Ancient Mongolia ), Lhazar ( which has nods to Tibetan Plateau ), and soon embarked tremendous trading routes with Braavos.

In the 1st century BC, Yi Ti is in Han Dynasty. In HOTD ( which is set in 12th century ), Yi Ti is in Song Dynasty, and in the GOT series ( which is set in 15th century ), Yi Ti is in Ming Dynasty.

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Me reading the fluff:

Me imagining the wedding night cause I’m nasty:

Me reading this whole as fic and feeling my heart overcome for love for my Dippy because she IS the moment:

idk if you would write but i would love to see in ur style a tyrell!reader x robb. imagine being the winter rose? omg living the biggest dream by being a beauty of the seven realms, having tales of ur beauty passed on, and then being betrothed to robb as a mean of house tyrell to guarantee their safety, but still, theres no northern or southern who can resist the tyrell beauty and robb is one of them

nana.. this ask did things to me. i love this idea smsmsm & thank u for sending it in !!

tyrell beauty was never anything that could be denied — by friend or by foe.

you & your twin sister, margaery, were the greatest testimonies to that. while margaery was no doubt beautiful, tales of your beauty had spread throughout the seven kingdoms. singers, poets, servants & kings alike had all heard and contributed to the spread of the tale of the tyrell rose — not only beautiful in physical aspects, but a gorgeous personality to match.

you & margaerys older brother, loras, was also rumored for his looks. safe to say, you three were widely known.. the beauties of house tyrell.

even the north, cold and harsh as it was, was not exempt from hearing the tales of you & your siblings beauty. jokes and speculations had long passed around winterfell, only increasing tenfold when hearing about house tyrell’s rumored interest in forming an allegiance with the north. when bran, rickon, & arya stepped into the castle, covered in dirt & almost soaking wet from that days ministrations, jory only sighed seeing them, ushering them to baths with a mutter of-

“the beauties of winterfell…”

robb only laughed at the teases he heard about you & your siblings, but sometimes found his thoughts wandering to you. his mind often drifting to think about the tyrell rose, absurd childlike questions, that he should’ve pushed away as quickly as they entered his mind. do the tales do your beauty justice? what are you like in person? are you warm? would you like him? what would you think of the north?

he focused on training, doing as he was told & preparing to become lord of winterfell one day, although he couldn’t stop the fleeting thoughts about you that arose every once in a while. a child’s dream, he thought.

so you can imagine his surprise when his father & mother sat him down, telling him of the alliance house tyrell wanted to make with house stark..

through marriage.

robb felt like he was dreaming. the beauty of the seven kingdoms, betrothed to him? he could barely keep the smile off his face, wanting to not only improve stature to his house, but do his duty as a husband. excitement pooled in his gut, as theon clasped his hands on robb’s shoulders at dinner, congratulating him. theon’s hands waved in the air, saying something about-

“the beauty and the beast..”

any other night he would’ve gotten a shove to the ground, but robb only threw him a playful smile. even theon’s relentless teasing couldn’t ruin this for him. if he was to be lord of winterfell one day, he’d need a strong woman by his side — he dreamed of a relationship like his mother and fathers, and he prayed in the godswood to the old gods that night, that they would guide your union as man and wife.

in the days leading up to your arrival at winterfell, countless preparations were made. the tyrell host was large, and all of the starks had done their parts to prepare to receive it. you were to stay in winterfell for a week before the wedding, and your family would leave shortly after. you had handmaidens and a few select soldiers to stay with you at winterfell, and you could visit high garden anytime you wanted in the near future. you asked your grandmother if she would visit you in winterfell again after the wedding, but she only put a hand over your own & said it would take the Father himself to drag her back to that “frozen wasteland”.

the day you arrive, robb thinks he’s might jump out of his skin, he’s so nervous. still, he puts on a brave face for his & his families sake, wanting to be everything you need and more.

you, margaery, and the queen of thornes are riding in the wheelhouse, while ser loras is in front of it, mounted on a white mare. his armor glints in the sunlight, doing wonders to illuminate his face. he’s handsome, robb can admit, and that only makes his curiosity increase about you & your sister. & once you both step out of the wheelhouse, robb feels his heart skip as many beats as it can without killing him.

a few of your cousins step out first, giggly as they curtsy to the starks and stand respectively to the side. margaery is next, gorgeous auburn hair & a button nose, a flattering dress with the tyrell colors proudly on display, and a sweet smile to accompany it all. she curtsy’s as well, standing more in front of the wheelhouse, as loras dismounts and moves to stand next to her.

when you step out of the wheelhouse, robb’s breath hitches. his body forgets every single instinct he’s ever had, & he has to remind himself to breathe, as to not kill himself. you’re beautiful. stunning. a sight for sore eyes. he doesn’t think there’s any word in the common tongue that can be used to describe your beauty without downplaying it. it seems like nobody can tear their eyes off of you, your aura doing wonders to brighten the damp atmosphere.

you curtsy to them all, along with a smile he wishes would never leave your face. robb can’t tear his eyes from you, even when you move to offer your hand to the queen of thornes as she steps out. you meet robb’s gaze in the moment everyones attention is not on you. the corner of his mouth tilts up in a smirk as he winks at you. you only tilt your head, brows lightly furrowing as you smile at him. your gaze falls to the floor as blush rises to your cheeks, retracting your hand from your grandmothers and smoothing out your gown.

pleasantries are exchanged, you and robb stealing glances to each other every so often. lady olenna & a few of your cousins go with ned stark & lady catelyn, moving to discuss the wedding, among other things. you take robb’s arm as he escorts you, margaery, and loras to where you’ll be staying at. robb drinks in every moment with you.

you’re gorgeous, soft, & warm. you have a kind heart, a love for the arts and children, and you’re very kind. your shy nature bubbles away as you grow more comfortable in each others presence.

that night, a great feast is held. everyone of the starklings is made to be in attendance, and robb prays that arya can keep her withering resolve just a little bit longer. you’re sat beside him, softly laughing at a remark ned had made. robb’s heart warms at the sight of you & his father getting along, but is quickly forgotten when he sees arya dash away & out of the hall. guards are sent after her, and robb bites back a smile at her daring antics.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts as your hand clasps his bicep, his head turns towards you as you lean into speak in his ear.

“forgive me, i must be excused. i’ll return shortly.” you say, a reassuring smile making its way onto your face as you get up. robb only nods, sighing in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves.

it’s a few minutes later when the queen of thornes sits next to him, striking up light conversation. judging his character, no doubt. at the end of it she nods her head in approval, asking him to please find her granddaughter — wherever she’s run off to. robb stands up with an-

“of course, my lady.”

moving to follow the direction you went in. it takes him outside, and he looks around, before his gaze settles on you & a small form behind you, a guard approaching in front of you. robb was lucky to be in earshot of you.

“pardon, my lady, we’re looking for arya underfoot, ned starks daughter. ‘bout yay high, brown of hair. have you seen ‘er ‘round?”

you were stood beside a pillar, one arm behind your back as you discreetly pressed arya further behind you. one shift of your form & arya would be revealed, dragged back to the festivities she had just escaped from. robb watched you from afar, careful not to give away your position — but close enough to hear & see your response. curiosity spread through him as he and the guard both awaited your answer.

your brows furrowed in faux confusion, looking at the guard with a soft expression.

“i must confess, i haven’t seen her. brown of hair, you said?”

the guard swallowed, nodding as he eyed you up & down. you smiled sweetly at him.

“i will be sure to keep an eye out, ser…?”

you slightly raised your brows, and the guard quickly gave you his name. you repeated it to him, and the guard nodded, smiling.

“would you be so kind to escort me back to the festivities? a castle like this.. it’s so easy to get lost.”

the guard quickly agreed, not being able to resist you, & robb is enamored, having witnessed the tyrell charm firsthand. what happens next seals the deal for robb.

as you move to take the guards arm, you spot loras patrolling, his path sending him to pass on the other side of the pillar that you’re at. the eye contact between you both is minimal, and robb almost misses your eyes slightly widen & the small nod of his head. with one swift move, you’re grasping the guards bicep & using your other hand to gently push arya to your older brother, as he outstretches his hand just enough for arya to get the hint. as you walk off, loras has one hand on aryas shoulder, ushering her off with a wink — & robb watches the smile grow on aryas face as she slips away.

yeah, he thinks. you’re perfect.

his winter rose.

sorry if this was too long or not what you were envisioning, but i had sm fun writing this !! tyrell supremacy

Here’s a sneak peek to the dark Robb Stark x Reader fic I’m writing!

TW: MDNI 18+, blood, gore, graphic violence, forced abortion

With nothing left to stop you, you took your dagger and stabbed it into her body. Dragging the blade until her insides were spilling out into your hands, you dug your find to find the child. Her screams howled louder than any beast at night, and you were almost worried that her wails would give away your position. But all those worries went away when you tore the fetus from her womb. Pouring water on it, you found tiny wisps of hair…straight, blond wisps of hair that more resembled the color of golden wheat than Robb’s dark, russet curls.

Let me know if you’re interested!!!

AGSKTBEKD PLEASEEEE FUCK EVERYTHING HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD, A CHOKEHOLD IM TELLING YOU!!! AHHHH IM IN LOVEEEE! IVE BEEN EAGERLY AWAITING FOR CHAPTER 4 AND I FINALLY READ IT AND IT WAS EVERYTHING AND MOREEE! MICHAEL 😫😫😮‍💨😮‍💨 GIRLIE IS GONNA REALIZE SHE LIKES HIM SOON

STOP! The fact that farleigh was just like “hey bbg, we’re gonna be besties now” 😐 like what has this man got brewing in that mischievous little brain of his. BUT ALSO OUR GIRLIE BEING A GIRLS GIRL AND GETTING RID OF THE FRENEMY LABEL 😭😭😭❤️❤️ (im in love with this chapter if you couldn’t tell😁)

Oh my god I literally can’t wait to see how this goes cause like yeah Felix is hot but like shitty personality don’t make you a good person and I can’t wait for girlie and Michael to smell the damn roses and get together. Literally vibrating like a feral animal while I wait cause I’m so excited!!

Anyway have a wonderfully wonderful day or night and literally keep being wonderful and spectacular and so fucking creative because god knows I could never come up with such beautiful words. Like you could’ve written Romeo and Juliette, but I can 200% guarantee that Shakespeare could never come up with this.

Much love and don’t forget to have a snack and drink some water!!

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ANON!!! I cannot put into words how much I loved your kind words! I literally have been reading this over and over because it's so sweet and wonderful! Thank you for comparing me to the Bard, especially since I never really thought my ideas were so much as interesting rather than creative and spectacular! I could not have made this story and written it out without the fantastic support the people on this site have given me!

Seriously, I cannot emphasize how happy reading this has made me. Tumblr has really become a major and significant safe place for me because I am considered a bit more nerdy than most all of my family members. A lot of the fandoms I am in, they aren't and I can't really introduce it to them because it would just take too much brain energy and no one has time for that.

Regarding Michael and Reader, there are definitely plans coming for them in the future! Maybe these plans will be from Farleigh, maybe they'll come from Annabel (oh yea, she's part of the 'I love Reader, but I don't want to admit it' club). But Felix is definitely going to try to separate them and make Michael seem more like a pathetic nerd, and it's only going to backfire on him (I cannot wait to write this part)!

And the idea of Felix actually being an asshole was a really big thought I kept revisiting while watching the film. We know that the entire story is told from Oliver's perspective, and the guy is biased as FUCK. He paints Felix as this godly saint who deserves all the love and adoration from the world, but there was just something about him that just...gave me the ick. The biggest clues for me were when he and Farleigh were arguing about Farleigh's mom, and then Farleigh made the point about the 'footmen,' and Felix said "We DOn'T SeE RAcE"...like...BOI!

Also, the cavalier way he was giving the tour of his house with Oliver, we will also be seeing that with Reader, but obviously, she will be having a much different reaction (AKA: DISGUST).

DIPPYYYY, BABYGIRL, LOVE OF MY LIFE, TWIN FLAME OF MY SOUL

This is your first Robb smut post and it’s so well done!!! I’m so proud of you!

Everything was so in character from our doe being sassy and vulnerable and having zero self-preservation -> to our Robb Stark King of the North being a man who lets his temper go first before a plus tell doing EVERYTHING to make it up to you

*SQEALING, FLAILING, KICKING MY LEGS IN THE AIR*

secondincommand!reader getting hurt shielding robb during battle.. rubbing my hands & feet together like a fly on the wall

word count: 1.4k.. how to say oopsie in 14 different languages

robb stark x f!secondincommand!reader

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war was unpredictable. anything could happen, nothing was guaranteed — except one thing. war was bloody.

he hated every time you fought with him. robb knew why you did, of course. how can you command men you won’t even fight for? why should they listen to someone who’s afraid to get their hands dirty?

you weren’t budging, & even though you knew they’d still follow you if you didn’t fight, robb didn’t, and it worked in your favor anyways. robb could barely focus when fighting, knowing you were out there, but he was the king. he had to stand strong & lead by example, so he did. & things went well enough.

until they didn’t.

robb always led the vanguard, constantly put wherever the fighting was thickest. you were usually commanding the archers, being better with a bow than you were with a sword. though skilled with both, you didn’t mind being with the archers, & theon sometimes joined you. he’d either fight beside robb or help out with the archers, and you didn’t mind the help.

the battle had gone as smoothly as battle could go so far, until you broke from the archers & took an arrow for robb.

luckily, the archer wasn’t a great shot, the arrow lodging in your upper thigh. but to robb, it didn’t matter where it settled — you were hurt.

the man who shot you was quickly cut down, & robb caught you from falling. his head swam, vision going fuzzy from the thought of you being hurt. he would’ve paused the whole goddamn war right then and there, if theon didnt wrap your arm around his shoulder and promise to get you to the medic tent.

he wanted to keep you with him, take you there himself, but theon argued-

“there’s still fighting to be done!”

& robb knew he was right. with a silent prayer to the old gods, he mounted once more, ignoring the pain in his chest as he drew his sword.

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robb’s head was swimming, filled with thoughts of only you. as soon as the fighting was done, he set off to find you. nothing could stop him, & anyone who was in his way knew to get the fuck out of it. he spotted theon escorting you back to you & his shared tent, one of your arms slinked around his shoulders. you had a bandage wrapped around your upper thigh, spots of blood showing through the fabric as you hobbled as best you could.

he ran over, entering the tent just as theon was gently setting you down on one of the chairs inside.

“thanks, theon-“

“what in seven hells was that? hm?”

you & theon’s heads turned to look at him, both of you caught by surprise at his tone. you swallowed, looking at theon — a silent plea to leave before robb’s anger turned to him. he looked at you both, before turning & walking out.

“that was me-“

“almost getting killed?”

“protecting my king.”

robb just blinks, looking at you for a second. he can’t understand how you aren’t as utterly distraught as he felt in that moment, catching you in his arms as you fell.

“y’can’t just do that! just- take arrows whenever you feel like it!”

this is the first time robb has yelled at you. ever. you know he doesn’t mean it — or at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself, to keep the tears at bay.

“i would do it again.”

robb huffs out a laugh, turning around and looking at the floor, before looking at you once more.

“this is war, okay? i don’t have time to watch you while ‘m puttin’ a sword through a man’s belly!”

“then don’t?!”

“looks like i have to!” he says, motioning to the bandage on your thigh.

you sigh, “this is war, robb. people get hurt.”

he only shakes his head.

“gods- i shouldn’t have to watch over you like a child. y’should be better than that..” he says, turning & leaving you alone in the tent.

and for once, you’re glad robb leaves. the tears rolling down your cheeks wouldve embarrassed you if he saw.

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you weren’t mad at him. by rights, you should be, & if you were, you knew nobody would blame you — but you weren’t.

you had prided yourself on being the person to fix everything. you were always the solution, not the problem. you hated the shame you felt, and even though you’d take the arrow for robb a hundred times more, you hated when he was mad at you.

still, you knew robb would come to you when he was ready. he rarely let his emotions get the best of him, & you knew how much stress he was under. you sat at the table, maps & books spread out in front of you. you were upset, and burying yourself in your work was a reasonable solution.

you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, back aching from your hunched over form. you sighed, finally deciding to turn into the bed that’s been calling your name.

wandering hands & soft calls of your name woke you up.

you opened your eyes, brain still clouded with the fog of sleep. you woke up quickly, seeing robb’s form above you.

“robb?”

“hey, pretty.”

your brows furrowed, cheeks heating at his comment. “thought you were mad at me..”

he shook his head, gaze softening. “came to say ‘m sorry. can i?”

you nodded, tongue darting out to wet your lips. he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, your own parting to give him access.

“‘m sorry.”

he mumbled against your lips, kissing you again. his lips trailing down your neck, mumbled apologies spilling from his lips between kisses.

your breathing gets heavier as he trails down, removing your nightgown & his own clothes.

“when i saw y’ take that arrow.. gods, doe..”

he’s gentle. he always is, but more so than ever before. he’s taking his time, full on cherishing you. it’s clear in the gentleness of his calloused, war stricken hands. the very same hands that had taken the lives of lannister soldiers earlier that day were now caressing you, softly roaming your body & sliding into the slick place between your thighs.

“wanted to stop the damn war right then, right there. hold you close, never let you go.”

he feels you clench on his fingers at his words. hot pleasure shoots up your spine, the throbbing pain in your thigh now reduced to a forgotten ache. he wants to do this for the rest of his life, he thinks. take off the crown, bed you all day long. give you so much pleasure you forget a time where anything ever went wrong, fill your brain with thoughts of only him, him, him. he makes a silent promise to do so, once you both return to winterfell. reward you for all the times you’ve saved his arse out here.

“y’couldve.. wouldn’t have- mm! complained..”

he chuckles at your words, tilting his head to the side.

“yeah? woulda liked that?” you nod. “yeah, i know.. i know it, pretty.”

it’s not long after, you’re gushing on his fingers. back arching as you coat your inner thighs & his hand with your arousal. robb presses kisses to your belly as you catch your breath, hands coming to intertwine with his curls as he trails up your torso. little-

“‘m sorry.” & “forgive me? please?”

‘s are muttered between kisses, and you don’t have the heart to tell him you forgave him hours ago — before he even came back. he aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing in as he wraps his hand around yours.

“didn’t mean anythin’ i said. not a word. i was- seven hells… i was so afraid.”

you’re so full. tears brim your waterline at his words, his hands, his cock — just robb. he thrusts, in & out, movements making you shutter as you’re hyper aware of everything. every touch, every slow drag of his hips. goosebumps trail along your body as you bite back a shudder, feeling utterly oh so good.

you ask him to kiss you, & he’s compliant to your every need, pressing his lips to yours. he’d fulfill your every request, go to the ends of the earth if you asked him to. what teasing he may normally shower you with is out of the window now, savoring every moment he has with you, as if you could vanish at any given point in time. watching you take that arrow reminded him of that. that you could.

he hits the right spot, over and over again, making you see stars. it’s not long before your grip on his hand tightens, walls clamping down on his cock as you cum. he follows suit, cumming with a groan that reverberates deep in his chest.

he cleans you with a damp washcloth, making sure your stitches didn’t tear either. you’re both laying on your sides, you facing his chest as his hand traces up and down your spine. the silence is comfortable.

“you forgive me?”

“i forgave you hours ago.”

your laughter echoes into the night.

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guys i went a little ham w this but oh well. posting smut on tumblr is soooo scary okay bye

The only short king I’ll wear flats for…only for him to order me to wear nothing else BUT my heels

Jacaerys Velaryon NSFW Alphabet

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of the Dragon characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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

Jace fusses over you like a mother hen after the two of you have been intimate. He holds you close, talks you down, tells you how wonderful you were for him, cleans you off. He's just genuinely such a sweetheart.

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

His favorite body part of himself is either his curls (he loves feeling you tugging on them while y'all are fucking) or his cock. He has never felt more desired than when you're looking at it all wide-eyed and excited. His favorite body part of yours is your eyes and your ass. Loves smacking it and fucking you from behind.

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

This man has breeder balls so trust his favorite place to cum is inside you. He will pull out of your mouth or away from your hand and start fucking you because he wants to see that gorgeous sight of his cum leaking out of you.

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

The idea of a bedding ceremony is actually kind of appealing to him. He's the future king and he wants to make his uncles green with jealousy as he fucks you within an inch of your life. He wants them to know that he knows better than them how to please a woman.

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

Before you, he had little to no experience. But, he's read about it plenty and has done extensive research as to how to please you. And he's a quick study and eager to learn. He'll spend hours learning exactly what makes you tick, what places to touch, where to put his mouth to have you crying out his name.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press. He loves looking you in the eyes, fucking you nice and deep, making sure you take every bit of him inside you. He's so big that he almost doesn't fit, but he promises you that he'll be gentle. He loves the intimacy of the mating press as well as the fact that the maesters have mentioned it's the most ideal position to breed one's wife in...

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

He's not averse to being goofy and humorous in the moment, but for the most part? He takes making love to you pretty seriously. It's an almost sacred moment for him.

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

Well-trimmed, clean, carpet matches the drapes, slightly coarser.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's all about holding eye contact, communicating, making sure you're feeling good, that everything is perfect for you. Jace is a total romantic, the man practically worships the ground you walk upon, so of course every intimate encounter is going to be exceedingly romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He got himself off embarrassingly often to the thought of you when he first learned you were to be betrothed. And one time, you let him touch you over your skirts. That was the memory that drove his arousal until such time he was finally able to have you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BREEDING KINK!!!!!!!! Dom/sub dynamics (he's a total switch but prefers domming), ye olde Daddy kink, body worship (on both himself and you), praise kink, size kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

On the Iron Throne, long after all the guests are gone for the day. After all, what better place is there for a king to fuck his queen than on the very seat of his power? Other than that, your royal apartments in Maegor's Holdfast, where he's able to worship you the way you deserve.

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

A smile, your batting your lashes at him, seeing you playing with children, the way your skirt clings to your ass, your cleavage, the barest hint of skin, your scent.

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

He isn't particularly fond of degradation, for either himself or you, but given the right circumstances he can be talked into it.

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

He's a munch. He prefers giving. This is in part because he prefers his cock to be inside you when he cums, but also because he's extremely sensitive to your needs and doesn't like that your jaw and throat are sore after he fucks your mouth. He's extremely skilled at oral and can have you coming undone on his tongue in a matter of minuts.

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

If he's in a bad mood, fast and rough and angry. But for the most part, slow and sensual, taking the time to savor you like a fine wine.

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

With the two of you being king and queen, you have more quickies than you care to admit. They may not be ideal, but they're better than nothing.

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

As he grows more confident in your relationship, he takes more and more risks. He's quite content to drag you out into the hall during a feast and fuck you just far enough away from your visitors to keep the possibility of getting caught.

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

Builds up over time - he doesn't last very long at first but eventually he trains himself to last for quite a while. Also has an excellent recovery period and can go four to five rounds in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't know much about toys to be honest, but if that's something you're into, he's willing to try anything to make you happy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's obsessed with pleasing you, so he's not too unfair. He's more eager to get you crying out his name, begging for more rather than taunt you. That's why overstimulating you is one of his favorite pastimes.

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

Not very loud, but will for sure moan your name, grunt as he's fucking up into you, whisper dirty things in your ear, and if you're lucky? When you tug on his hair? He might just whimper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Absolutely loves the idea of spanking you. Disciplining you.

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

He's hung like a goddamn horse. Girthy like a Coke can, 8-9 inches when hard. Breeder balls. He's... A wonder of nature.

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

Almost supernaturally high. He wants you any and all hours of the day and is so fucking needy for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes to wait until you've fallen asleep. The sight of you so peaceful in his arms makes him feel happier than he ever thought he could imagine.