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Slashers I think would make great ace partners.

I made this purely for my ace friends and followers. You don't have to agree with anything I say. This was made based on my own opinions and speculation. Like I said, you don't have to read this or agree with anything I say. These were also based on my own interpretations of the killers- aka- emotional support slashers.

1). Albert Wesker

I feel like a lot of people might disagree with me on this one, but I actually believe that Albert would gladly accept an ace partner. Albert has a high standard for people, especially partners. He puts personality value and skill value above all else. He looks for someone who is smart, talented, trustworthy, dependable and loyal. He wants someone who isn't too physically needy and can hold their own while he's gone on long trips. If he can have a partner who meets those needs, then I think he'd probably care less about sexual gratification. He would probably love to tease, pamper and spoil his partner as well for he just loves showing off how good he is at taking care of his loved one.

2). Michael Myers

It goes without saying that Michael probably despises sex or has no idea what sex actually is. If Michael were to find a partner, I think he'd choose a partner who is interesting, emotional and has certain needs. Michael is a protector; he likes guarding his loved one and providing them with care. He finds pride in the service he provides them, especially if it makes them feel happy, comfortable and safe. I do think Michael would like to hold and/or cuddle his partner, but not much more than that. Sex isn't even a part of his vocabulary. He loves his partner no matter who they are.

3). Jason Voorhees (the ultimate baby boy!)

The ultimate sexual pleasure destroyer here who kills every naked person in literally every movie, lol. Jason is a person who needs love, acceptance and reassurance, so he seeks out a partner who is kind, modest and pure. Jason is number one when it comes to putting personality value first. He could care less what his partner looks like, just as long as they are empathetic, accepting, trustworthy, loyal and compassionate. He also probably does love hugs, cuddles and soft, platonic touches because it makes him feel good, but sex is a no no. Jason is extremely caring too, so if his partner has needs, he will glady take care of them. He is a protector.

4). Pinhead/Elliot Spencer (baby boy number 2!)

I believe, due to his power, Elliot can feel the pleasure and determine the worth of a person without even touching them. Physical/sexual gratification isn't exactly something he needs to be able to feel what his partner is feeling. Elliot has a significant attraction towards those who are strong, passionate and determined. The worth of his partner is determined by their aspirations and outlooks on life. He loves to feel their emotions through the bond that they share because it's more meaningful and important to him. I think Elliot would also be pretty obedient and considerate, putting the needs of his partner first. You wanna cuddle? Then let's cuddle. You want space? Then you have your space, he understands.

5). Pyramid Head/The Executioner

I believe that Pyramid baby here is a special case because I don't think he has a "type". I believe he discovers love at first sight- like a soulmate thing. Doesn't matter what the person looks like or anything else. When he can feel that his potential partner is true to him despite whatever flaws they may have, he will instantly submit himself and live up to their expectations. If they prefer not to have sex, then that is perfectly fine. Just as long as this incredible person will stay with him, show him the world and share all kinds of meaningful experiences with him, then he will be infinitely grateful.

6). Jeffrey Hawk/Kenneth Chase (baby boy number 3!)

Jeffrey Hawk is a classical Kentucky tease (psst, I literally have no idea if he's from Kentucky. I just made it up, hehehe). Jeffrey does not define his partner's worth based on anything other than personality. Appearance doesn't matter, financial stance doesn't matter. Just as long as his partner is honest, loyal, caring and fun, then he will love them till the cows come home. His favorite things to do with his partner are cracking jokes, teasing, doing magic tricks, eating and exploring. He loves the attention and having his partner with him. Their smile and laugh is the very heart of his day. When it comes to sexual intimacy, he doesn't really care.

7). Ji-woon Hak

Some people might not agree with me on this one either, but whatever. I believe that Ji-woon would be a bit like Pyramid Head and view his partner as his soul mate. To him, they are the most precious, most beautiful and the most important jewel to him and he would do anything for them. Including giving up sex. There are other ways to enjoy time like teaching his partner how to play instruments or taking them on tour. Just as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters to him. He also loves attention and showing his partner off to the world. "Ha, jealous much? Look at my beautiful partner that you don't have!"

8). Carmina Mora

Carmina has been through a lot in life. She takes loss very seriously and will do anything to keep those closest to her safe. She also has insecurities and emotional issues, so risking bad behavior that would result in losing her partner is too great a risk. If she could find someone who was understanding, gentle and kind, and could accept her despite all her bad mistakes, I think she would be ever grateful to that person. I see Carmina as being more demi; needing that strong, emotional connection before ever doing anything intimate with her partner if that's what her partner wants. She's very loyal and caring, and will love her partner no matter what.

Fellow mentions I couldn't decide on (tell me what you think): Evan MacMillan, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Max Thompson, and Rin Yamaoka.

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Herbert West x Demisexual! F! Plus Sized Reader

Choking, Praise, Uses of Sir/Doctor, Herbert is a switch in a dominant role

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You were aware that you were different from many other people. While it seemed as if people were able to so easily give themselves to a stranger for the night, you couldn't. You'd tried, but you didn't understand the appeal. You'd had romantic partners that you'd become sexually intimate with and had your world rocked, but those were so far and few in between that you mainly took care of yourself and your needs. Not that you minded, your only limit was your stamina and you could go five times at yourself before becoming too sensitive to continue. Brilliant results almost every time! But never when it was a one night stand. 

It had been in the fall when you answered an ad for a roommate needed, preferably female with a knack for providing comfort. It was a weird ad, but needing a new place you followed up with it. 

It was then at 666 Darkmore that you'd first met Herbert. The ad had been put out by Herbert due to the loss Dan had with his fiance. He felt that by having a female presence around it might help him recover from his grief sooner. An odd way to try and help, but seemingly sweet nonetheless. You asked him what kind of comfort you were supposed to provide, and he adjusted his glasses before replying that your presence would be able to act as a comfort over time, but any additional comfort would be up to your discretion. After asking about rooming schematics and rent cost, you both agreed that you would be their new roommate.

Dan met you when you moved in, and you could see why Herbert put out the ad. The man was stricken with grief so deep that he worked, ate, and stayed in his room for the most part. Sometimes he would be in the living room, staring at the tv or a wall lost in his thoughts. You introduced yourself and he greeted you in return, introducing himself as well. But there wasn't anything in it. This poor man. So, when you had time you tried to involve him in things and bring him out of his shell. He would speak briefly at your prompts, but it left a lot to be desired. It took maybe a month or two before he took the bait and played some card games with you. After your second roommate went to his room for the night, you went to find Herbert and share your progress. You found him in the basement with a bright green substance in a syringe and a dead body.

At your surprised shout of "what the fuck" he set down the syringe and moved to you, grabbing you so you couldn't run. With the secret out, he told you about his work and how he could being people back from the dead. He also told you that Dan knew about it and helped him with it before his fiance died in the fire of Miskatonic. Seeing as his former helper wasn't in the right state of mind for the job it had just been him bringing in bodies and going out and testing his theories. Letting you go, you stayed put, floored by the discovery Herbert had made. 

"Wow. This could change everything about medicine." And with that you'd managed to bond with both of your roommates that night.

The longer you stayed and were an active part of the household, the more Dan had started coming around. You weren't Megan --not even close-- but you weren't trying to be Megan. You were unabashedly you, and Dan liked having you around. With Herbert in the basement so often, sometimes it got lonely for him. But you always put in the effort to at least wish him a good morning, good afternoon, good night, or a hello even if you weren't mentally up for cheering someone else up. Herbert was seeing how well Dan was doing and was thrilled to see that his grief stricken lab partner was gaining metaphorical and literal color again. Not that he showed it. 

That was one thing that didn't surprise you about Herbert. As a person who had a hard time letting people in, you understood keeping people at a distance, and once upon a time you were considered a person to keep at a distance. But just as you talked with Dan and spent time with him, you did the same with Herbert. Frequently you would have a plate of food, your own work or portable hobby, and a beverage in your hands when you came down, setting them to the side so he could eat and work simultaneously, content to watch him as he worked and work on your own things beside him. Sometimes you'd ask questions and he'd give you straightforward answers, not always delving too deep into it so you wouldn't be completely lost. 

As the months turned into a year you'd finally been comfortable enough for physical touch, willing to give hugs, lean on them, and sit close enough to slightly invade each other's space. You had made it clear to Dan that you were not interested in him and that your touches were purely platonic, and he was readily willing to accept that. Herbert was not the man to go to for any kind of physical touch, and it wasn't until you both hugged that Dan realized how much he missed physical closeness with someone even with it being purely platonic. Afterwards you'd went to check on Herbert, going downstairs and seeing him with his notebook as per usual, the coffee cup you'd given him earlier emptied and the plate accompanying it only containing crumbs. Good, he was eating.

Wandering over to him you wrapped your arms around him, your hands resting over his heart, and rested your head on his shoulder. He paused his work and tilted his head enough to acknowledge you.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked. 

"Displaying affection." you replied.

"Have you considered that maybe I don't want it?"

"Have you considered that I think you may need it regardless?"

Giving a sigh and rolling his eyes he went back to work, scribbling down plenty of numbers, words, and scientific symbols. Looking at what he was writing he seemed to be making a table of dosages and the circumstances around administering them, including the means of the doses and the reaction times as well as standard deviations and acknowledgement of outliers. Incrementally he relaxed into your touch, slowly enough that you didn't realize, to focused on observing him work. Herbert truly didn't mind having you hold him like this, but he wouldn't allow for you to know that. It would give you power over him. But the touch felt warm and comfortable, and it was the most he'd gotten in a long time. As much as he loved being married to his work, he realized that he was neglecting his needs for it as those needs got fulfilled by you. His need to eat, his need for other forms of mental stimulation, and his need for physical touch.

Unlike with Dan, you never told Herbert that your touches were platonic. You didn't need to, it was obvious to him that you didn't possess any ulterior motives. But admittedly as the year continued on he would find himself imagining that your touches could be romantic. In his mind nothing would change but the intent behind the touches, as seemed to be your way of doing things.

Then you'd gotten yourself a date. A few of them, actually. It wasn't often that you scored in the dating scene, so Dan had been happy for you, wanting you to enjoy yourself. Herbert acted like he was appalled that you had come to his lab in the middle of his work to tell him that, but in truth he was somewhat jealous. This man didn't know you like he did, didn't know about all of your quirks and what made you special like he did! Instead of voicing this Herbert simply stated that you shouldn't bring him around in worry of him finding out about the reagent. You nodded, wishing him a good evening before heading back upstairs. Obviously to talk about the date Dan was the guy to go to. 

First couple of dates had went off without a hitch. He was kind, smart, and funny. He had a good job that paid well, and he even had a dog. But it didn't feel like you got to know him enough before you both went to bed after the third date. This was not to say that the man didn't know what he was doing, nor was he bad at sex, but he was giving you physical pleasure and not also giving you mental pleasure. The physical feelings were there but the mental feelings weren't helping the process to move forward, so while he got to cum in the condom he used you didn't get to cum. It was frustrating, and it was made worse when he asked you if you wanted him to try and give you oral to help you climax because his cock was spent for now. Shaking your head you sat up. 

"No, it's fine. Thank you for the wonderful time, but I think I should go home." you told him, grabbing your clothes and starting to get dressed. 

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night? We can make breakfast in the morning and cuddle on the couch." he offered, and if you'd just been able to be normal it would've been an offer you couldn't refuse. 

"I'm sure. I'm sorry, I should go." you replied before grabbing your small purse and making to leave the bedroom. He meanwhile was also getting dressed.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked, trying to comfort you and make sure you end up home safe. Knowing it would be too far to walk and not wanting to call and wait for Dan or Herbert to pick you up, you nodded. With both of you dressed, he grabbed his keys and drove you home.

You both pulled onto the side in front of the house and he spoke up before you could leave. 

"You don't seem okay, is there something going on? Anything I can help with?"

"Yeah. There's something going on, but I don't really understand what or why it happens. It's nothing you can help me with though, I know that much. I'm sorry. I think we should see other people, you deserve better." you said, getting out of the car.

"What? Wait! Hold on! I want to be with you! You're an awesome person and I like our dates. You always have something amazing to say when we talk. Please, give it another chance." he begged. 

Shaking your head, you looked at him. "I can't. I can't. I'm sorry. It's not you, I promise that it's not you. And I know lots of other girls say the 'oh it's me' thing but I promise you that it's the truth. I have something going on and I need to figure it out. Until I do I don't want you to wait for me. So please, go home." you told him before heading inside with tears streaming down your cheeks.

In the rare time Herbert was out from the basement he had been talking with Dan in the living room. Hearing you come home they both looked at the door, seeing you head up the stairs and hearing you slam the bedroom door shut they then looked at each other. 

"I wonder what happened. He seemed like a nice enough guy when he picked her up." Dan said.

Going upstairs Dan knocked on your door gently, Herbert standing behind him. "Hey, are you okay? What happened?" Dan asked.

Knowing that they wouldn't leave you be if you didn't answer, you got up from the bed and unlocked the door. "Come in..." you said with your voice cracking, heading back to the bed and sitting down. 

The two men came in and Dan sat on the bed with you while Herbert stayed by the door. 

"What happened?" Herbert asked, not bothering to ask you if you were okay. It was obvious that you weren't okay.

"I did my best, I really did. But I just couldn't do it. He was doing everything right and I just couldn't do it." you cried rubbing at your face to try and stop the flow of tears.

"Do what?" Dan asked.

"Cum! I couldn't fucking cum! Everything he was doing was right, and the physical sensations were there but I couldn't fucking do it! I didn't know him well enough yet, but he was so nice and I thought what we'd shared would've been enough but it wasn't! So I embarrassed myself, I embarrassed him, and I broke up with him. Fuck, why can't I just be fucking normal?" you cried, burying your head in your knees, your hands going into your hair. 

"Hey, hey. It's okay. Lots of people need a connection with someone before they have sex. It's not unusual."

"Not like I do. I can't do one night stands, hell I couldn't even do a three date fuck. My last boyfriend it was eight months before I was able to have sex with him. Eight months. But in a world dominated by speed sex culture it doesn't allow for me to find someone like that. And unless I find someone else like me or someone willing to wait for me, I'm gonna be on my own forever." Looking up at them your eyes filled with horror. "I'll probably die alone." you said before starting to sob again.

"No no no, it's okay." Dan said, hugging you tightly to him. "You won't die alone, it's the sadness talking. So you need more time to enjoy yourself with someone, it's not a bad thing. And if he's worth it he'll be willing to wait for you. Right Herbert?" Dan asked, looking at the bespectacled man for assistance.

"If he doesn't value you enough to wait then he is not someone you would want in your bed." Herbert said with certainty as he walked over to the bed, sitting on the other side of you. He didn't hold you, he didn't even touch you, but his presence on your bed was enough to help you alongside Dan. The tears lessened, and you were able to look at them again.

"Thanks you guys. It means a lot." you said, wiping your tears away.

"Anything you need, we'll be here for you. Would you like to watch tv and have some hot chocolate?" Dan asked.

You nodded in reply and Dan got up to make the hot cocoa, leaving you in Herbert's capable hands until he came back.

"I feel awful about it. He was such a nice guy. He cared, and he somehow ended up with a shitshow like me." you commented.

"Could you tell me a bit more about your...affliction?" Herbert asked.

"Well, I was receiving physical pleasure from him, but my mind wasn't into it. I liked the sex, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't enough for me to get off. But it's always been like that for me. I want sex and I want intimacy, but if I don't have a deep bond with that person I can't cum. And the men don't understand. They think it's them, or that I'm on some medication keeping me from cumming or something but I'm not. It's like I'm hardwired with cum blockers."

Herbert took a moment to think about what you'd been saying. He'd heard a word to describe it before, but he wasn't fully aware of what it meant. "Demisexual."

"What?"

"I've heard it referred to as demisexuality. The need for a deep bond to sleep with someone. I don't know if it's the correct hypothesis, but it's the best I can provide for you currently."

"Demisexuality, huh? I fucking hate it."

"It does have its emotional and mental benefits. By sleeping with someone you know you won't have to worry about the person's intentions or what they may be hiding. Then it keeps you from having to overthink to make up for any unknown variables. Plus it in theory allows for you to have a relationship and know that by the time you do sleep with them that they won't be going anywhere."

"If I can ever get a guy to wait that long to begin with."

"Yes, unfortunately it's rare to find someone who doesn't participate in the 'speed sex culture' you mentioned earlier."

Dan came back into the room soon after. "The hot chocolate is ready. Come on let's head down." he said, leading the two of you down to the couch in the living room and sitting with you. The hot chocolate was good, the company from the two men was lovely, and before you knew it you had settled enough to actually relax for the night. You were dozing on the couch when Dan shook you slightly. 

"You should get to bed, you've been through a lot tonight. We can worry about things in the morning." he told you.

Nodding, you wished the two men a good night with a big hug, Dan returning it in equal measure and Herbert taking it like a champ before you headed up the stairs and went to bed. 

"Do you think she'll be alright Herbert?"

"I think so. Not right now, but eventually."

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Over the months since that night, you'd found that Dan took over your role. If you were down he would be the one to cheer you up when he could, and getting assistance from Herbert if he couldn't. For whatever reason, hearing validation and words from Herbert meant more to you. Maybe it was because he didn't let praise slip from his lips easily. But when it did come out it filled your soul to bursting.

Dan had gotten back into the dating game last month, and tonight he had a date with a girl he was seeing. You didn't mind it, he needed to continue living his life too. Though he always tried to make sure that they had sex at her place to not rub salt in your wounds. As he was heading out you wished him good luck and went back to your work. It was unfortunate that you had to bring work home with you again, but it was better than doing nothing and being bored. 

After about another hour of working you finished your paperwork and set it in your messenger bag to take to the office tomorrow morning. Looking up at the time you saw that it was a bit past dinner time. On cue your stomach rumbled and you sighed. You didn't really want to make anything, but you didn't want to order out either. Getting up, you went to the basement to see what Herbert wanted to do for dinner. 

"Hey Herbert, what do you...what're you doing?" you asked, seeing diagrams and books laid out that had no relevance to his work. 

"Since I've reached a block with my work I've decided to try and study your needs and how they fit in a sexual and intimate context to understand it better. But there are a few things I'm missing."

"Like what?"

"A generalized average duration of time it takes a demisexual to bond enough to have sex."

"Seeing as there aren't a ton of demisexual people who are sex neutral or sex positive and open about it, I don't think you'll really be able to find an answer for that."

"I have a single score, but I need another for an average even if it's a weak one." 

"A single score? Mine?"

"Mine."

Your eyes widened at him coming out to you. "Really?"

"Really. Studying up on the topic has made me realize a couple of things about myself. So tell me, what is your typical duration of time to bond with someone enough?" he asked.

"Um, maybe five or six months as an average of my experiences."

Writing that down he then made a loose average and circled it.

"So what's the study? Just seeing how different we are compared to other people?"

Before he could answer the front door slammed shut, two pairs of feet moving to go up the stairs. Seemed Dan brought his date home tonight. 

"Lovely, a distraction from my project." Herbert snarked.

"I'm sure we can still talk over them. But seeing as the rest of the house is free, what do you want to do for dinner? Eat in, take out?"

"Take out would probably be best. It's quietest down here, and hopefully by the time the food arrives they'll be done or close to it."

"I'll go and grab a menu." you said, heading up the stairs and to the kitchen, grabbing a couple of menus from the kitchen drawer and the house phone, and as you headed back to the basement you heard Dan's girlfriend start to moan. Quickening your speed you shut the basement door behind you and headed back down to Herbert. 

"So we have the Chinese place that delivers, and we also have the Italian place here that delivers. Any preference?"

Herbert opened his mouth, but before he could speak a loud pleasure filled cry permeated the conversation. Shutting his mouth he then tried to speak again. "Let's go with Chinese. Whatever we don't eat can be saved for later."

Passing him the menu, you dialed the number but didn't press the call button yet. You knew what you wanted already, but wanted to give him time to peruse his options. Another moan --from Dan this time-- made its way down to the two of you. 

"Is it always like this?"

"Only when it's inconvenient."

He picked what he wanted from the menu, showing you so you could call. You pressed the call button and placed the order. The person on the line said it'd be about twenty five to a half hour. You thanked them and said you'd pay in cash before wishing them a good day and hanging up.

"So what now?"

"We try to continue our work until the food arrives."

Oddly enough, the more you got into the project Herbert had going on the easier it was to ignore the sounds of Dan's sex life. It were as if it were just the two of you and the world didn't exist.

Until the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Herbert said, going to his coat and pulling out some cash before heading up to get the food. 

As he was gone you thought to yourself for a moment. Were you starting to catch feelings for Herbert? You never had that 'us against the world' feeling with Dan, and the last time you felt it it was with your previous ex --the one who dumped you, not the one you dumped after three dates. You still kind of felt bad about that.

What would happen if you told Herbert?

The door opened and down came Herbert, a large paper bag in his arms. Setting the bag down on the table you both grabbed your respective foods and the chopsticks the restaurant provided before digging in.

By the time you both were halfway done with your meals Dan and his girlfriend had stopped, making it easier to eat and talk again. 

"So what would you like to study with the information you've gathered?" you asked.

"I'm not quite sure. Maybe intensity levels of pleasure when it's with someone who's known rather than someone who isn't to start off then work from there."

"How are you going to place a measure on intensity?"

"A self report questionnaire with a one through five scale asking about different aspects of the sexual experience."

"Are you planning on being the participant in your study? Because I don't want to have sex with someone I don't know."

He gave an acknowledging hum as he thought of an answer. "The guy you briefly dated. How well did you know him?"

"Not super well. I knew his job, what he liked to do, that he had a dog, stuff like that."

"That'll be fine. No need to make yourself do something you don't want to do. The willingness and consent of a participant is important when it comes to this topic."

"And what're we going to do about the other part?"

"Hmm?"

"The 'sex with someone we know' part. If we both sleep with the same person it could skew the results. Plus, I don't think Dan nor any of our other friends would want to sleep with us for an experiment."

He sighed. "You're right. Unless..." he started, looking over at you.

"...we sleep with each other." you finished, looking back at him. "Would that screw with our results?"

"Not if we don't let it."

"Do you consent to sleep with me in the name of scientific study?"

"Yes. Do you?"

"Yes."

"I'll prepare the self report questionnaires and go through the test measures, and then whenever we're ready we can begin."

You both finished your food and you went upstairs with the leftovers for the night, leaving Herbert in the basement for a while longer.

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There was a good amount of time that passed between your consenting to the project and the actual act. Enough for you to not really think about it anymore. 

That is, until you were told to join him in the basement after your stomach settled from dinner.

Seeing that this was an experiment you didn't bother to dress up or anything. Didn't want to create any confounds, after all. 

You'd showered yesterday morning, so you weren't worried about smells being a factor. Nothing you could do to really prepare yourself, once your stomach settled from dinner you made your way to the basement. 

You understood the desire to remove alternative explanations, but you wished you could have sex with him in his bed at least. Maybe next time, if there was one.

At the bottom of the stairs you turned to Herbert's table and saw that it was cleared of everything. No notes, no bottles, strikingly bare. In any other circumstance you would've been scared by such a clear space. 

Towards the other side of the room there was Herbert putting a couple of rags aside and cleaning his hands. As if he knew you were there despite not seeing or hearing you come down, he spoke.

"I washed and sanitized the table. We wouldn't want any harm coming to either of our participants tonight, would we?" he rhetorically asked before drying his hands and turning to look at you. 

"It feels weird knowing we're the scientists and the participants. It feels like we're breaking rules."

"In times of need and not many options, rules are allowed to bend and break. Besides, it's not as if our findings will be published anywhere. Despite being a scientist who likes my work to be acknowledged, I don't want to kiss and tell."

"Well, that's a relief." you replied. You couldn't imagine having your sexual experiences published for the world to see. 

Not that you were ashamed to say you had sex, but it seemed more like a thing you wouldn't share because it was between you and your partner.

"You seem stiff. It won't do to have a stressed participant. Is there anything you need before we continue?"

"I'm uh, heh, I'm just nervous. Could you possibly...hold me?"

"Certainly." he replied, walking over to you and holding his arms out for you to bury yourself in. Hugging him firmly, he held you close and before long those nervous feeling started to ebb off.

"Better?"

"Much. I consent to continue, Herbert." you replied softly.

He pulled away from you a little, and you were about to ask how to proceed, but the feeling of his lips on yours silenced any thought you had in your mind. His lips were soft and perfect. Slightly salty due to dinner. He must've really put work into making sure the lab was safe enough for the both of you. Your eyes closed and you melted into the kiss, unable to see that Herbert had done the same. It was odd to know that you were going to sleep with someone you'd been friends with for so long --years at this point--, but it was an exciting experience all at once.

Participating just as much as he was, you licked at his bottom lip and he didn't respond to it. He would tell you later that it was because it had caused his own mind to go blank. You then nipped at it firmly, and snapping back into it he parted his lips, allowing your wandering tongue to join his. Your tongue gingerly touched his, but as he got more comfortable you ran it over his languidly, exploring his tongue and teeth. He gave a moan when your tongue had gone deeper into his mouth before giving your tongue a warning squeeze between his teeth.

Pulling your tongue away his moved to follow. As a reward you sucked on it a little before pulling away with a chuckle. 

Eyes opening you saw that he had lust and admiration in equal measure in his own. You were sure you probably looked the same way, if not very similarly. 

"I'd like to say the initialization process was a success. Would you like to continue?" you asked. 

"Yes." he replied immediately before diving in and kissing you again. You gave a surprised moan at his urgency, moving a hand into his hair as he continued to kiss you like that. Firm, passionate, and needy, so needy. But you wouldn't have it any other way because you needed it too. You tugged on his hair a bit and he gave a moan against your lips, pulling you closer to him though you'd already been close.

Knowing that you could get lost in his kisses forever, you knew you needed to help move this along before you fell in too deep. Breaking the kiss you grabbed him by the tie and led him to the table, hopping up slightly to sit on it. Naturally, Herbert slotted himself between your parted legs, hands resting on your hips as he gazed down at you. You smiled at him before loosening his tie, tossing it away once it became loose enough. Then you unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons of his shirt and leaned back slightly to just look at him.

"You're beautiful." you told him. His cheeks dusted pink and he licked his lips trying to find how to respond. Eventually he settled with,

"You're quite lovely yourself."

"May I undress you?"

He looked over at the tie on the floor. "A bit late to ask for permission, isn't it?"

"Would you prefer I ask for forgiveness instead?"

Herbert leaned in close, his lips at your ear. "Only if you're willing to beg for it."

You gasped, clenching around nothing as goosebumps appeared on your skin.

"Something tells me you like the sound of that." he said before starting to press kisses down your neck, making you sigh in pleasure.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Undress me, touch me. Herbert please."

And he did as you begged, carefully pulling off your shirt and unclipping your bra, letting the materials fall away to show your breasts. They weren't even, and unlike pinup models they weren't perky, but they were yours and he loved them immediately. Moving down he pressed kisses down your neck and chest, continuing to lay kisses on your flesh as he palmed at your breasts. You gave a slight gasp as he circled your nipples into hardness, never having gotten pleasure from that before.

With that said, you let out a whine when he started to lick and suck on them. You moved you hand back into his hair, holding onto him as he worshiped your breasts, his hands resting at your plush waist. As he pulled away from them you took the opportunity to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, pushing it open to reveal his chest and torso to you. He wasn't athletically fit, but he was still toned and strong within his lithe figure. Running your hands over his chest and torso, you pressed kisses down his neck and moved to his chest, pressing kisses and sucking on the skin. He gave a sigh, petting your head as you left marks on his chest. 

"You're such a good girl for me, thinking of things so I don't have to." he praised, causing you to moan against his skin. 

"You like when I call you a good girl?"

You nodded. 

"Keep doing so well and I'll call you whatever you like."

"Is there anything you want me to call you?" you asked.

He gave it some thought as you continued to kept kissing his chest, happy with the amount of marks you'd given him. "Call me Sir, or Doctor, whichever you want."

Giving a pleased chuckle you winked at him. "Yes Doctor."

The light in his eyes changed once he heard you speak that title, and he quickly took off your leggings and panties.

"Tell me, where does my favorite participant need me the most?"

"Inside me. Fill me, I need to feel full." you begged, placing a hand on his arm. 

He gave a sly chuckle before nodding. "Then get to work."

With that you unbuckled his belt, then made quick work of his pants and underwear, leaving him as naked as you were. Reaching down, you started to stroke his cock. He was average size, maybe a little bit over, and he had an average girth to him. Since he seemed to know what he was doing, you were excited all over again. His grip on your waist tightened as you jerked him off, huffing under his breath and holding back his moans.

That wouldn't do.

"Come on Sir, let me hear you. Reinforce my good behavior." you said seductively. Approving your request, he started to freely make noise. At a particular squeeze and stroke he let out a shout of pleasure, his hips bucking into your hand. 

"Enough. It's your turn." Herbert said, removing your hand to place his on your cunt, teasing the entrance to get some of your juices on his fingers before starting to rub at your clit. 

"Unh, Herbert." you moaned, feeling yourself quickly race to climax due to his perfect speed and pacing. How was he so good at this? 

Before you knew it you moaned loudly as he gave you your first climax of the night, your hips bucking into his hand as he rode out your high. When you whined with overstimulation he removed his hand, giving you a soft kiss which you returned wholeheartedly.

"Such a good girl for me. Didn't even make me command you to cum. It's like your body already knew what I wanted. But we're not done here." he said, leaning into your ear again. 

"We've only just started."

You whimpered at his statement, anticipation making you want to continue but overstimulation making you want to rest for a moment. Luckily he was willing to be patient and thorough to get the results he wanted, rubbing your sides and thick thighs, running a hand over your hair and petting you lovingly. Keeping your body warmed up without using your sensitive clit as you rested. 

You ran your hands over his body as well, over his chest and torso, up his back and down his shoulders. His skin was warm compared to the slight chill of the basement. Even if you both stopped here you would be happy. You got a nice orgasm and now you were also getting the mental and physical intimacy you craved. Herbert knew you and you knew him, having developed a deep bond from living together and spending time together, and it satiated the deep needs inside of you to be able to be with him like this.

As your body settled again you nudged your hips into his touch. He smirked before using your entrance to lube up his fingers before sticking two inside to judge if you needed more preparation or if you could take him. He knew he wasn't massive, but he could still accidentally hurt you and that was something that Herbert wanted to avoid. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, he studied your reactions, and as your body prepared to take and handle more of him he knew you were ready. 

Cupping your cheek and looking into your eyes he spoke. "Are you ready to continue?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"Yes." he replied before grabbing a condom from a small table to the side, opening it and taking out the condom inside. You placed your hand over his, causing him to make eye contact with you. 

"Let me. Please?"

Nodding he let you take the condom and slide it down his length, groaning as you stroked him a couple of times as you did.

You backed up on the table and laid back, allowing him to get on above you, slotting between your thighs and holding himself up, his arms slightly shaky. "Are you ready?" you asked him.

"Yes."

"Then why are your arms trembling?"

"I haven't given myself to anyone like this in a long time."

"Then what an earned treasure it is to be able to be like this with you." you told him before pressing a soft yet firm kiss to his lips, him returning your affection for a moment or two before pushing himself inside of you. You both broke from the kiss with sharp gasps at the feeling of being together. 

Herbert may not have been the biggest you've had, but it felt so much better than most of the other tries you've had in your life. Within the top five and he hadn't even started moving yet. You pulled him down so he was completely laying on you, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both relished in the physical intimacy. 

He rested his head on your chest, hearing your heart beat while also trying to slow his own. As long as he focused he wouldn't have to worry about ruining the experiment. Before long your muscles relaxed around him and he felt it appropriate to continue. Lifting himself up he started to thrust into you, beginning at an unhurried pace. You both had all of the time in the world, so why hurry?

Wrapping a leg around his waist, you moved your hips in time with his thrusts, which encouraged him to go faster once he got used to the feeling of you around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good." you breathily told him.

"As do you. Holding me so tightly, it's just the right side of suffocating." Herbert replied before letting out a groan as you clenched around him. You let out an accompanying moan. 

He started thrusting harsher with more purpose as he made love to you, feeling you wrap your arms tighter around him. 

Moving his weight to one arm he used the other to tweak at your clit, keeping up the pace and intensity. 

You cried out as you felt your senses heighten, the pleasure too much and not enough. Unfortunately that started to get ruined when a cramp started in your right hip. You tried to shift a bit to get it to stop, but it only made it worse.

"What's the matter?" Herbert asked, slowing down but not stopping.

"My hip's cramping."

"Allow me." he said before moving the hand on your clit to support him and have his other hand tenderly squeeze your cramping hip. Somehow it actually helped, and after about a minute of him gripping your hip he let go again, the cramping gone.

"Being a doctor is really paying off, isn't it?" you teased.

"More than you know."

"Wouldn't find the clit otherwise?" you asked. He then used his finger and thumb to grab onto it, squeezing it and causing you to whimper.

"Watch who you mouth off to. You may not like the consequences." he warned. "So how about you keep being my good girl and we continue our work?"

You nodded, desperate to keep going, but holding onto the idea of teasing and snarking for later. 

"Perfect." he replied before speeding up again and going back to rubbing your clit, giving a pleased sigh as you both brought each other back to where you were before. His work led to fantastic results as you reached your peak and fell off of it, crying out for him as you came.

"Herbert! Fuck, fuck, fu-uck!" your voice cracked as you rode out your second orgasm of the night with him. Slowing down, he then pulled out with a hiss. Looking down you saw that the condom hadn't been filled at all.

"But Herbert you didn't..."

"I'm not done yet. I felt it best to give you a small break."

"But Herbert you should-"

"Are you really going to question the scientist, participant?"

"Only in regards to the other participant's health."

He sighed before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "There's no need to worry. We still have the rest of time and beyond for me to climax. But it'll mean nothing if you aren't in the right space for it. With that, do you want any water?"

"...sure." you replied begrudgingly. Nodding, he got up and went to the fridge, opening it up and grabbing a bottle of water from inside before heading back and passing it to you. 

You took it and opened it up, taking a sip before then taking a long drink of the cold water. As much as you hated it, he was right. Meanwhile Herbert was slowly stroking himself to keep himself hard as you took care of your needs. About half of the bottle was gone before you capped it again, offering it to him. He set it aside and moved back over you, kissing you and moving a hand to your cheek. You kissed him back and wrapped your arms around him again, keeping him close.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He entered you once more, this time starting with an intense pace and not letting anything get away from him achieving his results. Still somewhat recovering from the last orgasm you had, you felt everything he did with heightened senses, and it was working in his favor. He'd been able to stave himself for this long, but there were consequences of that, and he wanted to give you a third orgasm before he let go. Starting intensely, it allowed for that to have a higher probability of happening.

As he brought you higher than you'd been in a long time, you thought of one thing that would make it better.

"Herbert, choke me. Please." you begged in between moans.

"Fine, administering blood restriction. Count backwards from ten." he said before properly pressing his thumb and fingers over your throat where they needed to go, firmly but not too tight. He didn't stop his harsh thrusting.

Thriving off of the sensations together you started counting down mentally before switching to verbally once hitting "five"... "four"... "three"... "two"... "o-one" you whined before he released your neck to allow for you to recover, you sucking in a greedy gulp of air despite it not being your trachea that was squeezed.

"Again." you demanded as soon as you could speak again. 

Picking his battles, he did as you said. He could always punish you for giving him demands later, though if he were to admit it to himself he actually didn't mind it much. Maybe it was because it came from you, or maybe it was because he liked following some directions. It would definitely be something to think about when he had a moment.

"Count again." he replied,  wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing where he needed to.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five...four... three...two...one."

The sound of you counting turned him on more than he thought it would, and it sounded better the second time around. Next time he could see how it would sound to have you count up while he edged you, see if you could make it to one hundred before cumming.

He released your throat again and you whined impatiently. It felt fantastic, but you needed more. You needed to cum, and you needed him to cum too.

Nearing his own end he wrapped his hand around your throat once more. "There will be no counting this time. Let me know when to let up." Herbert said to you before choking you once more.

As you felt his hand firmly squeeze you held your breath, feeling your pleasure increase rapidly due to his hold and his rapid thrusts. You let out stifled moans and whines as you neared the end, and as you had your final climax of the night your hips bucked up into his, drawing his end out of him. 

That was the way your and his world ended. Not with wails or moans, but with whimpers. 

Immediately after, you tapped his hand and he released your throat. You then grabbed onto him and held him close, not wanting to miss a single moment of physical touch from him. He melted into your touch, resting his head on your chest and catching his breath. You lovingly pet his sweaty hair as you both came down from your respective highs. 

As you settled down you realized that this world, the one you and he had created, was gone now. The bond was there and you felt the pleasure, but it was an experiment. You were a participant and so was he. Herbert actually was dual wielding the roles of the scientist and the participant. He didn't do it because he cared and wanted to be with you, though you found yourself wanting to be with him. You...you loved him.

Gaining a second wind, Herbert separated himself from you and took off the condom, tying off the end before setting it aside to dispose of later. He carefully rubbed at your legs and arms, trying to feel for any irritated muscles or anything that might hurt you. 

"You did brilliantly. Thank you for helping me with my research." he said to you. 

Tears welled up in your eyes and you started to cry, causing Herbert great alarm. "Talk to me. Did I miss a tense muscle? Do you need some water, or ice?" he asked.

"You don't care..."

"If I didn't care I wouldn't be asking."

"Not that."

"Then what is it?" he asked slightly impatiently.

"This was only an experiment. There were no feelings involved."

"Initially yes, but it appears to me that you wouldn't make for a good scientist."

The tears stopped, lost to your confusion. "Huh?"

"You make a hypothesis, but then deny all of the data that counters it."

You took a moment to think about what that meant. "So...you do have feelings for me?"

"At the start of the experiment I was only doing as scientists tend to, but through the experimental process I had realized just how far the bond we share went and because of that I'd realized how much I care about you."

"Really? You mean it?"

"I wouldn't joke about something like this."

You shook your head. "No, I guess you wouldn't. But since we both have feelings for each other, how should we go about this? Because it's not going to always be like this. This space we made for ourselves with this experiment is lovely, but life isn't always going to be like this, you know?"

"I would hope not. As much as I enjoyed having sex with you, there's more that I want to do with my life than that."

"And I wouldn't want you to stop doing that, even if it's gotten us into trouble quite a few times."

"You have an affinity for barging in at the wrong times." he commented.

"Yes, because coming down the stairs to see you being choked by a reanimated corpse is a 'wrong time'. Surprised that you don't have a kink for it by now with how much it's happened."

"You don't know that."

"Oh? You enjoy getting choked out by your experiments, do you? Gets you hot and bothered under the tie?" you joked.

"Yes, because I love nothing more than to have the real threat of death during intimacy." he said monotonously.

Looking away you laughed. Some people either didn't like or didn't understand his humor, but you did and you thought it was funny. Looking back at him he had a satisfied smile in seeing that he made you laugh. It was cute to see him smile. It was also nice for him to see you laugh, especially since you'd been in tears earlier.

"As an actual answer, I have trepidations with being choked seeing as I haven't had a good experience with it, however choking is something I did not mind performing for you. In fact, I rather enjoyed it."

Sitting up, you pat the now free spot on the table to let him sit. Shaking his head, he grabbed some clean cloths from under the table and handed you one. He used the other one to clean himself off before tossing it away.

After cleaning up you felt better, and he passed you back your clothes. You both got dressed and he took the time to resanitize the table again.

"So what happens now, Herbert?"

"The most beneficial conclusion would be to become a couple seeing as we're able to satisfy each other and have a deep enough of a bond to allow for the modification of our relationship. At any rate it's better than starting over with someone else."

"But what if we come across some issues?"

"That's bound to happen regardless, but I'm sure that we would be able to work something out. Trust and communication are important aspects of any kind of partnership, including ours."

"That's fair. So, you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Does that seem shocking to you?"

"A bit. I mean, I'm not exactly the typical man's type."

"If you haven't noticed by now, I'm not known for being the 'typical man'."

You chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose that's true."

Herbert moved over to you, holding your waist as he held eye contact with you. You always thought he had beautiful eyes. 

"I care very deeply about you, and that is not conditional to your size or anything you consider undesirable due to the scrutiny of society."

You gave a giggle of disbelief before hugging him tightly. "Thank you..."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Of course. Now, shall we get started on the questionnaire?"

You sighed. "If we must."

Herbert went over to a smaller table, picked up a pen and looked over at you. 

"All of these are on a one to ten scale. Intimacy level?"

"Ten out of ten."

"Enjoyment of the activity?"

"Eight out of ten."

"Enjoyment of performing with the bonded partner?"

"Seven out of ten."

"Potential discomfort levels?"

"Two out of ten."

"Bond before sleeping together?"

"Eight out of ten."

"Bond after?"

"Ten out of ten."

Herbert then glanced at the paper before glancing at you again.

"Overall satisfaction?"

"Nine out of ten."

"Nine out of ten? Why?"

You gestured to the setting around you both. "Maybe next time we don't do it in the basement I'll give it a ten out of ten."

He gave a half shrug before also filling out his paper and then set the pen down.

"Seeing as I have such a willing participant with me, we can see if setting changes anything, or any other kind of exploration you may be thinking of. But not tonight, I have data to configure."

Getting up, you walked over to him and pecked his lips. "Do you want me to bring you some coffee?"

"Yes, you know how I like it."

"I'll be back soon. Don't work too hard, and I expect to have you in bed by at most two in the morning. I get lonely and I want you to get some good rest."

"Make it three and I'll be there." he said begrudgingly.

"Deal." you replied, giving him one more kiss. "I love you." you said to him before heading upstairs to make him some coffee.

Looking up at the ceiling above him, hearing you step to the kitchen he sighed.

"I love you too." he said quietly before grabbing the papers he filled out and heading to the table to configure the data, making sure to have a good stopping point by three.

The one with the “Call her Daddy Podcast”

Summery: you are invited to partecipate to the “Call her daddy” podcast, and after a serious considerstion, you decide to accept and to be unfiltered

Pairings: Henry Cavill x reader (demisexual!reader)

Warnings: 18+(there is not smut, but there is mention of sex), bad english (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES). This is not proofread, sorry!

FEEDBACK, OF ANY KIND, IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

When you had been asked to partecipate to the “Call her daddy” podcast, the first thing that had come to your mind had been an HARD NO! There was no way you were going to let anyone convince you otherwise: you were a shy person, you felt uncomfortable when people asked you too much personal questions during interviews. This side of you was so well known that many of your costars were always ready to come to your help when you started to get too flustered about the questions you were asked during interviews.

So no, there was no way that you were to be a guest of a podcast during which you were going to be asked personal questions for sure. 

Your agent had asked you to think about it a little bit more before turning the invitation down, she had pointed out that even though you had been an actress for long people still didn’t know much about you, and even though there wasn’t nothing bad with being a private person, it would be good for your career if you would be able to open a little bit more, just a little bit so that your fan could know you and sympathize with you and your life. You had promised her to think about it, because she actually had had a point, even though you were sure that after giving a couple of more thoughts and after talking with your boyfriend, you would have still come to the same conclusion: you couldn’t do it.

Instead... 

Your boyfriend, like the goddman perfect man that he was, had told you that he couldn’t make the decsion for you, that it would be something huge for you, so that you had to really think  it through to understand if you could do it: it wouldn’t make any sense if you decided to go but in the end wouldn’t be able to be very honest and answer even some uncomfortable questions. He had also told that you could never know if your interview wouldn’t end up helping someone finding out new things about thmselves.

So yes you had decided to try in the end and here you were trying to sit comfortably on a sofa ready to do this.

“Y/n Y/sn, welcome to call her daddy. How did you decide what you wanted to wear today?”- the host, Alexandra Copper, asked

“Well I just wanted to be comfortable so there wasn’t much of a choice. For a moment I had thought to come in my sweatpants, but then I thought I should at least put a little bit of un affort, so yeah in the end it was a jeans and a sweater ”- you smiled, you hadn’t expected fot that first question, but it actually helped calm you a little bit.

“I mean, sweatpants would have still been a great choice but you look really cute and comfortable so that’s what matter. So Y/n you are a very well known actress and I saw when you arrived how many paps followed you, how do you deal with that?”- Alexandra asked

“Well first of all thank you for the’ very well known’… I mean it’s not ideal and it’s not my favorite thing about my career for sure, but I think what helps is that they mostly bother you when you are in LA, anywhere else they are few and far and they usually are more interested in me when I am with my boyfriend. If I am alone most of the time I manage with just a couple of photos you know, so they can say they did their job; but when my boyfriend Henry is with me they go bananas. So I get that the solution for me would be to change boyfriend”- you and Alexandra both laughed in the end, both knowing it was a joke.

“So let’s get into it, you are in a relationship with one of the most famous person in the world, Henry Cavill, Superman himself. What are the best parts?”- she asked

“Well for starters Henry is one of the best person, if not THE best person, i have ever met in my life, he is one of those people that always thinks about others, that always does his best to make people happy and comfortable. So yeah the very best part I think his Henry himself. We met in a very delicate moment of my life and, even before we started dating, he had always been there for me, to support me, he is like my rock you know, my best friend”- you said, hoping that you didn’t sound like a fangirl with her first crush

“You guys are really cute together and I think that the love you two share is so pure and authentic that a lot of people can see it, even from the outside, even just watching you talk with one another, I think that’s a reason why like almost everyone really love you together”

“Thank you, it’s really nice to know people are supportive of our relationship, not that people hate would change how we feel about each other, I mean he would still be my soulmate even if there was a lot of hate direct at us, but it’s nice”- you smiled and you really meant it because when Henry had asked you out the first time 6 years ago you had been very unsure: he was already very much famous and you had just started your career and the last thing you wanted was for people to even remotely think that you were just dating him to boost your career. And adding to that there was an age difference that didn’t make either of you uncomfortable but you knew that most people probably wouldn’t like that. It had taken you a little bit of time to let your fear of what people could think behind and just decide to do what your heart was telling you to do.

“How has you dating such a famous person impacted your identity?”

“That’s a good question, I think that dating Henry, as Henry not as famous person you know, has added to my identity a lot like any other relationship would. I was a lot younger and he was a little bit older than I am now when we first started dating so I actually grew up during the relationship so yeah it has changed me for the best I think. Dating him has for sure helped me become the woman I am now; I dont’ know if I am explaining myslef”- you laughed sure that you had made a mess

“No no I get it, every relationship teach you a lot you know, have you ever received hate at the beginning of your relationship because of the age gap?”

“I mean people can be judgimental and at the beginning of our relantioship it was a real fear of mine, not of Henry, he didn’t care, again he was more mature than me back then so he was like ‘I am not doing anything wrong, I’m not hurting anybody so fuck them’ you know. And in the end Henry’s attitude rubbed off on me and when the months went on and then years went on and we were still together and people couldn’t say that he was with me only for sex or I was with him only for his money or his fame, it all passed. So yeah, he never cared about the possible hate and I started to not care anymore after some time too.”

“I get it, you know haters gotta hate so the only thing you can do is be happy”- Alexandra said

“Exactly”

“So this is a question that I hadn’t planned to ask so you can decide not to answear without any problem I swear, but it has been a curiosity of mine for so long that I have to.”

“You are scaring me”- you laughed trying to stay calm

“no no don’t be scared, I’ve watched your last film the other night, wonderful job by the way”

“Thank you”- you stopped her for a second

“So  there was a very intimate scene in the film and I have always wondered how are you able to play that scene, I mean I know you are an actor and of course it’s your job but isn’t it difficult to pretend?”-Alexandra finished her question

“Oh my god, you really scared me but I can answear that. It’s difficult, it really is, for me in particular it is more difficult to shoot an intimate scene than one where I am supposed to be sad or angry or whatever. It becomes easier with the experience of course but it wasn’t at the beginning. I still remember my first sex scene, it was such a flop because when you shoot an intimate scene it’s basically like you have to fake an orgasm and I really didn’t know how to”

“Oh come on every woman knows how to fake an orgasm because everyone has had to fake at least once”- alexandra argued

“I know it sounds difficult to believe but I haven’t, I have had my first sexual relationship, and can’t believe I’m actually saying it, with Henry and I haven’t ever needed to fake”

“Wait, leaving behind that you have never needed to fake with your boyfriend so lucky you, you didn’t date anyone before Henry?”- you thought a second before answering, you weren’t ashemed of who you were, of your experience but this was the first time you actually opened up about this side of yourself

“I had some dates before Henry but never a sexual partner before him. I am actually demisexual, I don’t feel sexual attraction if I don’t have an emotional connection first and a lot of people don’t have the patience to wait for me to get there. So I tried dating for a while but once I saw people getting impatient after the second or third date I actually stopped dating for a while. Beside I had just started my career and I knew I needed to be focused so I swore off dating, at least untill I met Henry, that is. And even then it was a while before I agreeded to a date but he is a very stubborn person”- you took a deep breath

“I didn’t know that”

“It’s ok, I don’t think anyone did other than my friend and family”- you smiled at her

“I’m really glad you decided to open up and now for the most difficult questions”- she started and you both laughed because you knew what was coming -”this is the part where we talk about your sex life if it’s ok”- Alexandra double checked even though you had already given the all clear before the interview began

“I’m ready”

“We need to give the fan what they want, to give them a little taste. So are you a morning sex or a night sex person?”- she asked

“I’m more like the morning sex kinda girl because it gives you a boost for the day you know. But both Henry and I, we work a lot and even though we try to make sure our work plan align as much as we can, it’s not always possible. So the real answear would be whenever we are together and have time.”- you could see the mirth in Alexandra’s eyes

“You gotta make it count right?”

“Right”- you nodded at her

“Has anyone ever tried to have a threesome with you and Henry?”

“If you mean if anyone ever have approached us in person, no, but a lot of people have asked on tweeter And the answer would be a no anyway, not only for me but even for Henry. He is not into sharing I’m afraid and not even I am. Sorry guys”- you laughed , yu were finding yourself to have actually fun… who would have thought

“Do you and Henry have the same favorite sex positions?”

“I think so”

“Can you give us one?”- Alexandra smiled trying to get more from you

“We like to change and experiment but my all time favorite would be cowgirl”- you answered in the end

“You heard it here, what is the sexiest think that Henry does that turns you on?”

“I mean you have seen my boyfriend, he can just look at me with those beautiful eyes of him and the love that I always find there is always enough to get me ready to go”- you laughed not even understanding how was possible for you to feel so comfortable to answear withouth any problem -”but one of the thing that turn me the most on is actually watching Henry work out”

“What is the sexiest thing that you do that turn Henry on?”

“wearing his clothes probably”

“Y/n Y/sn we are done, thank you for being here and thank you for being so open and honest, it was really nice to have you here”- Alexandra said at the end.

“Thank you for having me, I thought long and hard before agreeing to come because I knew of course the question would be really personal but I am actually gald I accepted to come”

And you meant it, you were glad in the end that you had changed your mind but you couldn’t wait to leave the building and go back to your boys.

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