Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
- Gets straight up shy about it if you ask him directly, but heās so down
- Itās extremely obvious when heās thinking of getting you alone; gaze intense as his eyes follow your movements, so when you finally just shove him into the nearest private space itās not surprising at all to hear the rough groan that leaves his mouth as soon as you touch him
- Your shared enthusiasm is intoxicating and you truly own the term āquickieā - it would be slightly embarrassing if it wasnāt so mind-numbingly good
- He responds to you immediately, letting you hold him against the wall and grind, but be ready for him to flip the switch fast and devour you
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
- This man would be hesitant to be too wild at first - will he scare you off? What if heās too much for you? Heāll need to be reassured that you want exactly everything with him
- Is extremely succeptible to positive reinforcement and hands on instruction, something that really works in your favour
- Put your powers of persuasion to work and show him how to hold you harder, tell him that you want more; tangle your fingers in his hair so you can pull him closer and whine about all the things he could do to your body
- Heāll break eventually for you he always does, and it will be beautiful
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
- Heās a low level horny like all the time and tries really really hard to hide it so he can be a good little soldier
- Heās actually quite skilled at burying it and focusing on work or whatever task is at hand; however, heās very quick to jump to attention when youāre around
- Which is why itās so wonderfully rewarding to poke at his restraint
- It takes nothing at all to work him up, and itās a lovely sight to watch as once again his oral fixation comes back to haunt him
- Youāre absolutely not above sliding under his desk and putting your mouth to good use and goodness
- The sounds he lets out are low, forgotten pen slipping from his fingers so he can instead grip at the edge of the furniture; aiming to stop himself from grabbing onto you in an effort to get more of your wet hot sinful mouth
- (It doesnāt work)
Harr
R = Risk
- Oof the man turns so red, spine stiffening at the very suggestion of some of the things you want him to do to you
- In your opinion, his best look is when heās flustered and aroused, hands moving toward you even as he fumbles through asking if youāre sure
- Is so careful with you, always checking in and paying close attention (heās quiet, cautious when you try something new for the first time, watching your reactions intently)
- Obviously what you experiment most with is his magic, which does sometimes take some work to ensure that youāre sufficiently distracted enough to not instinctually block it
- The flushed, overwhelmed look you give him when his magic pulses inside you for the first time is enough to have him throbbing for days afterward
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
- Does not own any, tried to buy a toy for himself once and talked himself out of it before even opening the shop door
- Will stutter terrifically at the suggestion and immediately go rock hard
- Heās shocked of course, but still emphatically agrees with the idea, breath speeding up just the idea of it
- You mean to start with just one vibrator, but he eventually shares about his failed attempt at buying one for himself; he doesnāt know whether to be alarmed or turned on by how fast you remedy that situation
- Decides he is absolutely thankful when youāre both splayed out on his bed recovering from earth-shattering mutual orgasms
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
- His arms
- Mostly because he likes to hold you against things (various items of furniture, walls, the bed, his own body; heās not picky)
- Wants to feel all of you, made even sweeter by you willingly giving over control of your movements (the trust you have in him both warms his heart and riles him up)
- Your ass is his favourite part of you (he is, quite possibly, the most dedicated ass man in the whole country)
- Like, heās gonna constantly be sliding his hands down off your hips, grabbing two handfuls, rubbing, wishing he could follow the movement with his mouth
- Gets you going very often because heāll just slide in behind you and start squeezing (and obviously youāre going to have to push back against him just to hear his stuttered groan, duh)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
- Loves it from behind
- Gives him space to look, grabbing your ass with both hands and spreading you, loves it when you meet his eyes from over your sholder as he pushes in hard
- The brush of your trembling thighs on his makes him grip you even tighter in his hands (hard enough to bruise, and you crave the ache of it)
- He gets it so deep this way, taking great pride at the way you shout his name, muffled from the sheet thatās caught between your teeth
- Completely loses his head honestly; the further inside you he gets, the more you squeeze down on him and heās so easy for it
- Itās hot, and you scream yourself hoarse on these nights most nights tbh
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
- Tests both of your patience in public since he likes to be touching some part of you at all times
- Leaves a hand on your thigh under the table, innocent at first
- Until his thumb strokes ever so slightly and you jump at the movement, both stilling as your breath catches hard in your chest
- Just the weight of his hand becomes too much, too maddening, you need more - fingers sneaking down to press over his, coaxing him into a firmer hold, moving his grip higher
- For all of his (partially unintentional) teasing, heāll make up for it behind closed doors, not even bothering to completely undress before hastily parting your legs and pushing heavily inside you, teeth sharp as they scrape at your neck
Zero
B = Body part
- Heās never particularly felt any certain way about a specific area of his body honestly, but youāre quickly teaching him to think otherwise
- Shocked and quite in love with how his fingers feel inside you
- Clenching tight around him, desperate moans escaping your slack mouth when he rubs just how you like; pushing his knuckles in and out until slick drips down your thighs and heās soaked in you
- If you take his fingers into your mouth after he makes you see actual stars, heāll nearly come in his pants
- Your mouth is so warm just like the rest of you, tongue working as you swallow
- Ah yes, heās learning all sorts of valuable things with you
F = Favorite position
- Likes to fuck you unbearably slow, both of you kneeling on the mattress
- His body pressed up snug against your curves, hips rocking in a methodical, relentless rhythm
- He can put his hands anywhere on you like this, press his mouth to your jaw and bite just a little when you whine
- Takes his fill of you, and itās so overwhelming to have his cock stretching you with every thrust in; both of his hands trailing over you, mouth on yours, his adoration nearly seeping right through your skin
M = Motivation
- Uh, heās developed a rather huge oral fixation the lollipops were such a bad idea, hf-
- Oh
- Oh the kissing
- Starts light and sweet, a gentle electric brush of lips until you canāt take the sensation any longer, bodies shuddering closer
- His tongue swiping against your bottom lip and you feel it everywhere, sparks blooming low in your gut
- You canāt get enough of his mouth, the taste; the feel of his tongue on yours, drugging lust making your chest heave; eyes heavy lidded as you gaze at the mirrored want on his face
- It gets to the point that you can barely kiss in public anymore, not after a quick peck led to Zero pushing you back against the wall and sliding his hands under your shirt - which could have taken an even dirtier turn if Edgar hadnāt come whistling down the corridor (Edgar was rather pleased at the discovery, while Zero was decidedly not)
Could you write some general relationship headcanons or a drabble (NSFW maybe if you please) for poly Sirius and Lancelot? It is my favorite ot3 for ikerev and I hardly ever see it. Thank you!
With PLEASURE, theyāre one of my ot3s, too, so this is an exciting ask to get, thank you! š Iām doing headcanons for this set of requests, but if you want a drabble when I open requests in April, PLEASE ask, I would love to write more of them for you. Theyāre so talllllllllll š„“š¤¤ ANYWAY... One fluff, two double stuff (ayyyyy), cominā up! I really hope you enjoy these. ā„ļø
Fluff:
Thereās some competition between the two of them over Aliceās attention (and affection), but it is an act, a holdover from their early friendship that both men enjoy. They also know she likes it, so sometimes they play it up for her benefit and one of them winks at the other over her head. Not uncommon for them to truce it out and gang up on her if she tells them to stop being silly. When they have to be away from each other, they all read the same book and discuss it when theyāre back together (sometimes they swap annotated copies after š„ŗ). Within the protection of their relationship they feel very free with each other, very secure and loved. Lancelot and Sirius are both able to be declarative about their feelings for her and each other when the three of them have their heads together, whispering and laughing. Sirius is by far the flirtiest but heās weak and indulgent to their sweetest smiles. When Lance is with them his silly teasing side comes out, lots of this face:
Double stuff:
So obviously (obviously!) theyāre fucking Alice, but they definitely fuck each other as well! Especially when one of them has his head between her legs. Sirius likes to get Lance on all fours while the king feasts on their splayed-out princess (or while their princess is wrapped around Siriusā back, kissing his shoulder and touching his chest and throat and belly as he holds Lanceās hips up-- donāt you dare tickle, little lady, heās working ooooops, too late). Lancelot likes to lay on his back with Alice on his face while he thrusts up into Sirius and squeezes his hands. And sometimes they couple off while the third party watches... or directs. Alice is very timid about telling either of them what to do at first, and saying what she wants them to do out loud remains a challenge, but she gets better at simply moving their bodies the way she wants them, even if she canāt look them in the eye while she does this. Both men like how much she enjoys seeing them together, so a common (wonderful) pattern when they reunite from any extended time apart is to get her all riled up by giving it to each other under her direction, then give it to her. Alice lives the dream.
They are ALL into sensory deprivation and play on each other. Being intimate feels a little like being adrift in a happy, senseless sea for them anyway, so a blindfold here or an ice-chilled mouth around a nipple there would not be out of place! Of the two, Lancelot is louder and more visibly responsiveāthey often tuck Aliceās panties into his mouth for him to bite down on, those little scraps of softness and lace canāt actually do much to gag him but they seem to help him focusāand Sirius is actually the more sensitive (he just hides it). But when Sirius gets too much stimuli, he snaps, and... š„µš¦
EXTRA EXTRA, READ PORN ABOUT IT:
Lancelot likes: being edged (only because heās safe with themā they donāt and would never actually deny each other, they edge him by loving him all over and maybe using feather fans over his nipples until heās about to rip the sheets). Sirius likes: when they go down on him together, messily, and having his fingers inside them both at once, especially their mouths. Bit of a mouths-on-him kink, tbh. Alice likes: being spanked. Seeing them kiss each other verrrrrrry slow and wet, especially that magic minute when they close their eyes and give into it all. Mirror sex.
Hello! Always love seeing your writing on my dash and I'm excited to catch you while youre taking requests! I don't have anything super pecific in mind, but I would love some of your spiciest thoughts on Zero! I don't know how it didn't dawn on me sooner, but with him loving lollipops that man must have one of the biggest oral fixations ever š thanks for opening requests and i hope you've been doing well~! š
The lollipops are there to DISTRACT us. š¤£ Thank you for requesting this! He deserves more love and page space! I hope you are doing well and I hope you enjoy these!
A spicy fantasy, a spicy memory, and what kind of husband heād be (spice edition):
He sees her on a rainy afternoon when neither have an umbrella, so they huddle up beneath a shopās awning to wait out the rain. Sheās already soaked, so while the sudden downpour didnāt do him any better, he shrugs off his jacket at puts it over her-- itās lined, and the lining is still dry, so at least it can keep her body heat close to her in the cool air. Alice is so grateful and sweet that this becomes a happy coincidence, and it slips into his consciousness and stays there. Where it creates a very powerful fantasy of finding her on his bed wearing only her high blue skirt... and his jacket. It has no fastenings, so it will hang open over her chest, the gentle inner curves of her breasts visible but the truly intimate spots hidden from view. So much skin, though, her breasts and upper tummy and an unobstructed view of her throat, which bobs as she gulps and sweetly, bravely asks would he like his jacket back? He thinks about this for months. He canāt put the jacket on without wondering how the sleeves would fit on her arms with no clinging wet blouse underneath, canāt decide which sight is more tempting: rain-soaked cotton revealing the tiny brown stitches edging her chemise, or soft, dry skin hidden and displayed at the same time. His sighs when he touches himself thinking of this are very, very deep.
He has a memory of her kneeling in front of him, shyly taking him in her mouth (again, always, so brave and determined). The feel of it-- and the sight of it-- was incredible, but he couldnāt stand being the focus of her attention with nothing for him to do but withstand the pleasure of it, so he gently pushed her back by her shoulders and shushed her worries with assurances and kisses before helping her stand so he could lead her to the bed. He lifted her up onto the mattress and put her on her side, still whispering how good she made him feel until he got up there with her and put his head between her legs and couldnāt speak any more. Her startled cry was so lovely, shocked and crystalline over the liquid sound of his tongue on her. It was even more lovely when she muffled her own moans around him by taking him back in her mouth. They touched each other with so much love, exploring, repeating what made each other feel good. It was like every way their mouths moved on each other were kisses, even when she gently pulled one of his balls into her mouth and waited for his confirmation that was okay. So brave, so sweet. He gave her his assent with a swift, sharp suck on her clit, and he fell out of her mouth when she cried out again, but he smiled for it. She went right back to it, anyway. Without her eyes on his face (and with a face full of her sweetness) he felt more safe and free. They spent an afternoon like that, heads at each otherās hips, and it was probably the best afternoon of his life.
When they are married, he wants to give it to her precisely as she wants. Thereās a lot of encouraging pillow talk in the dark about how she can tell him anything. He doesnāt give a lot of thought to his own pleasure because it stems so completely from hers! She has to coax him to do the same. Theyāre so sweet and shy and private that it takes awhile, but over time they get more used to taking a deep breath and speaking a wish aloud. When she wants to be tied up by her husband, he works the most careful knots around her wrists. When she wants to ride him, he asks soft but direct questions about how heās allowed to touch her (anywhere, but especially her hips, and if he wants to move her thatās very encouraged!). When he brings up an interest in a certain kind of foodplay, she buys an extra set of sheets and towels for their bed the very next morning, and lays herself out for him to find, along with a tray of syrups, creams, and jams on the bedside table. He takes in the sight of her and waits until his hand stops shaking to use the cool butter knife from the tray so, so carefully to spread raspberry jam on her right nipple, then the left. And then he cleans them both with his mouth, so their kisses for the rest of the day taste like summer, sugar, and love.
Would love love LOVE to see some real soft times with IkeRev's Zero š„ŗā¤
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She woke slowly, sleep so heavy upon her that each blink pulled a wash of little goosebumps up and down her arms. She was perfectly warm and so cozy, and somewhere near a meadow, she could tell from the smell of sweet grasses and flowers... and something that smelled functional. Lamp oil, perhaps, or pepper. She finally opened her eyes, more curious than tired.
White with twin lines of gray greeted her, an odd pillow design, but then she could tell from her side that she was on the ground, not a bed. What on earth...?
She moved to turn but stopped immediately when she realized there were fingers resting gently in her hair, the tips just grazing her face. She had never been touched so lightly before. And that touch and the slight turning she managed told her all she needed to piece together where and why she was: sheād come with Zero to the meadow for a picnic break, and theyād set themselves up by the widest tree, and she must have dozed off with her head in his lap.
In his lap!
She didnāt mind, not in the slightest. She felt safe enough to fall asleep right there in the open because Zero was been her company, and if she recalled correctelyā yes, there it wasā heād put his jacket over her. He was always kind and a gentleman to her.
She thought he might mind, though, or at least wake up bothered. But before she could decide if it would be better to try to go back to sleep or to scoot off him as slowly as possible, a voice above her softly said āAlice?ā
Her heart was devastated by that groggy word. Coming out of sleep, Zeroās voice was even softer, and the lightest bit craggy... so different from what she heard every day. She wanted to keep still in case he could go back to sleep, but the urge to see him won out. It always did.
āZero?ā Her voice was also different, a wisp of itself, making her soft call of his name all the softer. Would it be lost in the breeze around them?
When their eyes met, his didnāt widen like she expected. They crinkled a little at the corners and he blinked slowly, like he were only half awake.
āWhat a dream,ā he said, tracing her hairline from her temple to her ear, touch slow and featherlight. Lighter. So very careful. She couldnāt describe how precious it made her feel. And she couldnāt keep a grip on the sensation, either, because the gentle reverence of the touch pulled her back to sleep.
turning and facing the shelves every time somebody walks by me in the grocery store like some kind of edwardian housemaid whoās not supposed to be seen or heard by her ladyship
if anybody else has better body language for āIām trying to socially distance but grocery store aisles werenāt built for this,ā Iād like to hear it
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