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I wanted to post all fic today, but couldn't end it(I'm so tired arh + I also edited royal fic today). I hope to post this one and royal next days. Anyway it's continue to my yesterday post because yes I decided I need Buck in panties and cowboy hat riding Eddie on his balcony
Buck feels how easily Eddie’s fingers slips inside him, blushing remembering the previous night and feeling dizzy from the idea that Eddie fucked him so good and kept him open whole morning that he still quite open to be fucked without much prepration.
As if hearing his thoughts - which Buck suspects is true - Eddie’s warm voice gently spreads around them.
“I love when you are still open for me from our last time, but no matter how much I fuck you you still so fucking tight,” Eddie purrs and scisors his fingers. Buck has to put his face into his neck to cover his loud moan, but then he has to also bite his finger when Eddie touches his prostate playing some kind of rhythm. It is not a fair game when Buck is always barely holding on so as not to scream at how good he is feeling. Except he is never against this game even a little bit.
A no-powers, NSFW Supercorp bodyguard AU for chimonantus_signifies's birthday (M rating). <3
Read below the cut or on AO3.
On her way to attend a gala and L-Corp satellite launch in Sydney, Lena meets her local security detail, one Kara Danvers. Too bad she's also jet-lagged and in no state to wrangle her wayward libido.
“Well, you're unexpected."
Lena hadn’t meant to be quite so blunt, but as far as she was concerned it was a miracle she was coherent at all – after a thirteen-hour flight on which she’d slept a grand total of thirty minutes, three back-to-back meetings within two hours of her arrival, and, now, a gala to prepare for after only a hastily downed coffee and a rather dry scone.
So, she’d have to be forgiven for opening her hotel room door, seeing the gorgeous blonde in a deep blue evening dress on her threshold, and losing her mind just a little.
The blonde in question grinned, looking unfairly relaxed and not even the least bit offended by Lena’s candor. She had muscular biceps and strong shoulders, exposed by the almost non-existent spaghetti straps of the dress, and she was so preternaturally pretty with her hair brushing her shoulders in waves that Lena was starting to worry she was hallucinating.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Luthor.” The woman’s voice was obnoxiously pretty, too. Damn her.
“Actually,” Lena interrupted, coolly, trying to wrest back some control from her own runaway libido. “It’s Dr. Luthor.” She eyed the woman up and down, but the blonde didn’t falter, only nodded and continued smiling.
“Dr. Luthor, of course. My apologies. I hope I’m not too early? I was told you’d be expecting me.” She reached out her hand and Lena took it by rote despite her frazzled nerves, finding the soft warmth of the other woman’s palm and the gentle firmness of her handshake not in the least bit distracting, thank you very much. “I’m Kara Danvers, from Soteria Security. You spoke with my boss last week.”
Lena did vaguely remember a conversation, but dredging up the memory of its specifics was difficult in her current mental state. She’d had an uptick in death threats in the lead up to the release of L-corp’s newest satellite, meant to monitor air and water pollution in the South Pacific. It didn’t make any sense – Lena was just trying to do some good in the world – but the climate change deniers seemed to ramp up their harassment anytime L-corp announced a new sustainable innovation, no matter how innocuous. According to them, Lena was installing spy satellites or irradiating Australia in 5G or attempting to poison the entire southern hemisphere. Who knows?
The actual launch wasn’t happening for three days, but L-Corp was holding a gala tonight for its international team of scientists and financiers. She didn't think she needed extra security; frankly, the death threats were old hat to her by now. Sam, though, had insisted she hire someone local on top of her usual team, someone who could more easily blend in at the gala than the suits that usually tailed Lena at these events – no point in worrying the investors.
Instead of saying all that, Lena went with the first response that came to her weary mind: “You’re American?”
Kara laughed. "Guilty. But if it makes you feel better, I've lived in Sydney since my teens."
What would really make Lena feel better is the nap she’d promised herself before she had to get ready in earnest, and the time for that was dwindling every minute she wasted gazing dumbly at her security detail.
"Dr. Luthor," Kara continued, her tone growing serious, although her eyes, such a brilliant blue, seemed to sparkle while she spoke, "I know you need to get ready and it's been a long day already, but I would love to talk logistics with you before we go to the gala."
Lena nodded, stepping aside to allow Kara into the sitting room of her generous suite. Kara moved past her, not so much graceful as alluring, her smooth, confident stride all the more arresting for its incongruity with the silky fabric of her dress.
Lena settled into one of the two chairs at a small table by the room's large picture window, feeling exhaustion tug at her as soon as she sunk into the soft leather.
Kara didn't take the proferred seat opposite but instead stopped a few feet in front of where Lena sat and linked her hands behind her back in a posture of military readiness that might have been comical if it didn't have an immediate and embarrassingly devastating effect on Lena that she wasn't quite ready to unpack. She crossed her legs self-consciously.
"When I spoke with your assistant yesterday, she said discretion was essential so we don't detract from the event – no suit or ear pieces or visible weapons. Is that still the case?"
Lena furrowed her brow. "It is. Why wouldn't it be?"
"You looked a bit surprised to see me," Kara admitted with a rueful smile.
"I just–" Lena hesitated, then reminded herself that she was the boss here and could ask any damn question she wanted. "Honestly, I was surprised. You don’t look much like a bodyguard.”
Kara raised an eyebrow. “That’s kind of the idea, yeah.”
Lena sighed, straightened her shoulders, and mustered up the last reserves of her corporate poise. "Even so, would you mind sharing your credentials, Ms. Danvers? I think Jess forgot to send over your file."
"Of course, Dr. Luthor,” Kara began, all professional poise. “I graduated top of my class from the University of Melbourne, where I also competed on their modern pentathlon team. I have a fourth degree black belt in Shorin-ryu karate and further training in both Jiu Jitsu and Tae Kwon Do. I don't generally use firearms, but I have an expert ranking as a marksman."
"And how long have you been in this line of work?"
"The last four years, give or take. Sometimes, I take a few weeks off to work as a stunt woman, actually. Secret passion of mine." Kara waggled her eyebrows, and Lena absolutely did not find her stupefyingly sexy while doing it.
"I'm a good judge of people, have 20/20 vision, excellent hearing," Kara went on, "and I consider it my responsibility and my privilege to remain attentive to your needs this evening while maintaining an awareness of any potential threats."
"My needs?" Lena echoed curiously, trying to gather the threads of her sanity.
Kara, to Lena's surprise, blushed. "Your safety," she clarified.
Interesting. Suddenly Lena didn't feel so tired after all.
And yet, after briefing Kara on the threats she'd received and other harassment she'd faced, Lena retreated to the privacy of the suite's bedroom, set two alarms, stripped down to only her underwear, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Almost three hours later, she awoke to a steady tapping on the room's adjoining door, Sam having insisted that Lena's local security stay nearby.
"Lena?" Kara's voice was muffled through the barrier. "Jess has been trying to reach you. I told her I hadn't let you get kidnapped, but then I realized I should check to make sure."
Lena groaned and looked at her phone. Six texts and two phone calls from Jess. She'd missed the check-in she'd arranged with her assistant to make sure she didn't sleep through her own gala. Lena looked at the clock. Only twenty minutes behind; she’d still be alright.
Lena tapped out a quick response to Jess, called to Kara through the door that she was up, and moved blearily to the shower.
***
Lucky for Lena, she'd been through this routine more times than she could count and was an expert at making herself look put together on only a few hours of sleep. She also had more stamina than she sometimes gave herself credit for and, within the first half hour of the gala, felt like her old self again, greeting colleagues and networking with potential partners and donors. It probably helped that by the time the gala got into full swing, it was 6am in Metropolis, so her body had just reset to behave as if it were morning, running rather effectively on fumes if Lena did say so herself.
Unlucky for her, she now had a beautiful and distracting shadow. Kara had suggested Lena introduce her as her assistant to keep questions to a minimum, but Lena couldn't help thinking that anyone seeing them together might wonder if Kara was her date – and she certainly couldn't stop a flicker of excitement tripping up her spine at the thought. Kara maintained a scant distance of no more than a pace or two away from Lena wherever she went in the lushly decorated venue. Every time the blonde drifted close, angling her body in a protective posture each time they entered a new area, Lena was caught up in the delicate floral scent of her perfume.
"You're hovering," Lena said quietly as they waited in line at the bar.
"Kind of my job." Kara shrugged. "If I don't stay within arms reach of you at all times, I won't be close enough to protect you."
"I doubt very much it will be necessary."
"That's the hope, Dr. Luthor."
Lena looked sharply at the blonde to see if she was making fun, but Kara's eyes were kind, her face open and guileless. The look made Lena feel uncomfortably warm, so she turned away and ordered a scotch.
The rest of the evening passed much the same. Lena schmoozed with Kara a silent presence at her elbow. She gave her speech with Kara at the corner of the stage, the bodyguard's gaze trained on the crowd. Still, when Lena was finished and moved to leave the dais, the look Kara gave her was intense and admiring. The low timbre of her "You were incredible," spoken quietly into Lena's ear as Kara offered her arm so she could safely descend the stairs, was not something Lena would soon forget.
At dinner, much to Lena's surprise, Kara made lively conversation with their tablemates, falling into the charade of her assistant with ease – although Lena could see how the blonde constantly kept an eye on the room, never letting down her guard.
"Tired?" Kara asked quietly as dessert was served, her warm breath ghosting the shell of Lena's ear. And yes, Lena had crossed and uncrossed her legs three times in as many minutes as the evening's other speeches droned on, but being tired had been displaced far on the backburner of her consciousness.
“Restless, maybe.” Lena admitted, willing Kara, who was sitting close, their shoulders brushing, not to question her further.
Thank God no one expected her to dance, Lena mused, watching as a few couples twirled on the tiny bit of parquet tucked into the corner of the venue once the speeches ended. What would Kara do then?
Maybe ask you to dance herself, Lena's brain supplied. It would be highly unprofessional, of course, an impossible fantasy, but that didn't stop her from conjuring up the image of them together or briefly imagining a world where this enigmatic woman was actually here as her date. Lena was only human, after all.
Kara was too close and, somehow, not close enough, Lena's traitorous body reminding her with greater frequency as the evening progressed just how attractive the other woman was and just how long it had been since anyone Lena actually liked had shown interest in the CEO. Because unless Lena was very much mistaken, Kara was interested. She'd hidden it well, at first, and Lena had chalked up all the attention to the bodyguard just doing her job, but, two hours in, Lena noticed that Kara's gaze sometimes lingered when it had no legitimate need to do so. Surely no threats to Lena's security were going to emerge suddenly out of the low cut bodice of her dress.
Despite Kara's wandering eyes, Lena had to acknowledge that even if the blonde did find her attractive, she was being professional and discreet, never making an off-color comment or staring too long. If Lena hadn't been so hyper-focused on the other woman herself, she might not have noticed at all. Unfortunately, Lena didn’t have that kind of self-control, at least not over her body's instinctual responses to a veritable goddess following her around, especially jet lagged and after two drinks. Whenever the woman wasn’t looking in her direction, Lena’s eyes traced the lines of Kara's clavicle. She admired the arch of her neck and the strength of her shoulders. She wondered how the curve of her waist might feel under her hands.
Kara caught her twice, both times as the evening began to wind to a close. The first time, Lena looked away, blushing. The second time, she didn’t react fast enough, so she just surrendered to Kara's playfully raised eyebrow and shrugged as if to say, you're gorgeous, who can blame me? That time, it was Kara who blushed.
Besides Lena’s incrementally fraying willpower, nothing really happened until it was time to leave the gala. She’d called her car, said her goodbyes, and discussed the schedule for tomorrow with the head of L-Corp’s Australian office. They were making their way out into the foyer of the venue and then down its exterior marble steps, when Lena spotted the small group of protestors just at the edge of the entrance, corralled into a corner away from the line of cars waiting to pick up the gala’s guests. A bunch of conspiracy theorists and crackpots chanting incoherent slogans about climate change being a government conspiracy and Lena being a baby murderer who hated freedom. Apparently even on the other side of the world, Lena had to deal with these morons, she mused, eyeing them with annoyance rather than fear as she and Kara approached the waiting car.
Distracted by the protestors, Lena didn’t process the blur of movement that rippled past her peripheral vision until it was too late.
The man was fast, but Kara was faster, catching Lena’s would-be assailant by the collar and flattening him onto the pavement in one smooth arc before Lena’s brain even had a chance to react to the idea of an actual threat. Another man charged out of the bushes opposite the protestors, yelling vitriol – all things Lena had heard before; these oafs weren’t even creative – only to be deftly dealt with by Kara, too, as she brought her elbow up in a sharp, swift clip to the man’s face and brought him down in a heap on top of his comrade.
Lena was flooded with delayed adrenaline, her hands trembling as she swayed slightly in place, but that sensation was almost immediately replaced by something much darker, more heady, when she caught sight of Kara, who was looking around rapidly for further threats. The blonde was panting slightly from exertion, the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest doing nothing to calm Lena’s nerves.
The venue’s own security rushed forward, apprehending the men before they even had a chance to stand. Kara took Lena’s arm urgently, bustling her into the car, and then made a rapid series of phone calls to her boss at the security company, Jess, and the Sydney police in the span of time it took them to drive back to the hotel.
“My people have swept your hotel room,” Kara assured while she was leading Lena, who was still surprisingly shaky, into the lobby, “and it’s clear. I spoke with security at the gala, and they’ve confirmed those guys were amateurs, no weapons, just bluster. They probably just wanted to scare you. There’s no indication they have any idea where you’re staying; we’ve been very careful about that, and the driver made sure we weren’t followed.”
Lena nodded absentmindedly, leaning into Kara’s hand resting on the small of her back as they entered the elevator.
“Will you be alright?” Kara hesitated after walking Lena into her hotel room, eyes casting about for any hidden threats despite the assurances of the rest of her team.
Lena nodded. The death threats, the yelling, the protestors, even the occasional idiot who tried to make physical contact – none of those things were that unusual.
It was Kara, Lena admitted. This veritable stranger had had her on edge since she’d shown up on Lena’s doorstep that afternoon. She didn’t feel fear anymore, not at all. She was awash with gratitude. But also – after Kara standing close to her all night, Kara’s eyes watching her every move, Kara’s careful hands guiding her, and Kara’s swift and skillful handling of those brutes – Lena was so turned on she barely knew what to do with herself.
Lena moved to the dresser, removing her earrings and necklace and taking a moment to catch her breath. She had to play this right. She wouldn’t want to take advantage of her authority, or make Kara feel obligated. But something deep inside her was also screaming not to let this opportunity pass, not when she felt inexplicably drawn to this woman, not with Kara so close, not when she could feel the other woman’s eyes still on her, even now, practically burning into her back.
Lena turned, mind made up in a flash when she saw the look on Kara’s face. It was unabashed in its appreciation, the blonde failing miserably to mask her expression in time.
“It’s nothing out of the ordinary,” Lena sighed, pouring herself a drink from the mini bar. “I’m used to it. But I do appreciate your intervention.”
“It’s my job.”
“I know.” Lena took a sip of her drink, wincing slightly. It wasn’t what she really wanted. She set the glass down with a clink. “And you’re obviously very good at it. So, thank you.” She gestured at the bar. “Can I offer you something?”
“Not while I’m on the clock, thanks.”
“Are you still on the clock?” Lena hedged, tone coy.
Kara’s brow furrowed. She looked at her watch, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Not technically, no. I was only hired for the duration of the gala, and you have your own team stationed outside and around the hotel.” Kara took one step towards the door, mimicking a gesture of dismissal with her hand. “Are you saying you’d like me to leave?”
Lena paused, letting the moment extend and grow heavy. A surge of her usual confidence buoyed her, a welcome feeling after spending the day mostly off-kilter. She’d probably regret it in the morning, but, right now, Lena felt like a live wire, alert and buzzing with energy. Perhaps there was a benefit to jet lag, after all.
“I’m not saying that at all, actually,” Lena let her voice drop to a lower register. “But,” she added pointedly, “you are absolutely free to go if you need to get on with your evening. I’m safe. You did your job admirably.”
Something shifted behind Kara’s eyes, a calculation, and then her whole demeanor changed, her posture relaxing and a cocky little smirk curling over her lips. She practically sauntered over to the small table, the back of her hand just grazing Lena’s thigh as she passed.
“Then, yeah,” Kara took a seat, crossing her legs at the ankle. “Since I’m officially off duty, I’d love to have that drink.”
Lena made Kara a gin and tonic at the blonde’s request, then brought it over to the table, pleased that she managed to keep her hands from shaking – at least until Kara gently caught her wrist, drawing Lena’s attention to the blonde’s face.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you need?” Kara licked her lips.
“I thought you were off the clock?”
Kara raised her eyebrows suggestively, and Lena swallowed hard.
“That’s not what I meant, and I think you know that. You’re gorgeous and brilliant, Dr. Luthor–”
“Lena.”
“Lena.” Kara smiled, then repeated, “You’re gorgeous and brilliant, and I’d be a fool to turn down what I think this is – but if I’ve misunderstood, I’m more than happy to just have my drink and go.”
Lena shook her head, slowly turning her wrist in Kara’s hand so she could trace one finger across the blonde’s pulse point.
“You haven’t misunderstood.”
“Good,” Kara grinned. “Then come here.” She tugged on their joint hands, pulling Lena closer. “Please,” she added quietly, as Lena pulled up the hem of her own dress with as much grace as she could muster so she could accommodate the girth of Kara’s thighs between her legs as she straddled the blonde’s lap.
Instead of kissing her immediately, Kara held Lena’s hips firm in strong hands while trailing her lips featherlight over Lena’s neck and shoulders.
“I have been wanting to do this all night,” Kara admitted on a warm exhale.
“Oh, God. Me too.”
Kara hummed happily, pressing a soft open-mouth kiss just behind Lena’s ear. It felt amazing, but Lena wasn’t really in the mood for slow and gentle, nor did she have the patience for prolonged foreplay.
Threading her fingers through Kara’s hair, Lena used the leverage it gave her to draw Kara into a devastating kiss, one that ratchetted in intensity almost immediately. Lena opened her mouth to Kara’s insistent tongue and whimpered against her lips. Kara took her cue from Lena, and wasted no time pushing the straps of Lena’s dress down her shoulders.
The kiss did absolutely nothing to sate the needy ache that had taken up residence low in Lena’s belly for most of the evening, nor did it slacken the taut bowstring of Lena’s desire. Instead, it only made Lena feel more delirious, a wild streak of lightning zipping up her spine as Kara moaned unabashedly against Lena’s mouth, the blonde’s hands stroking reverently over the now bared skin of her waist and back.
For a split second, Lena wondered what on earth she was doing, climbing into the lap of someone who was, no matter how beautiful or talented at her job, a stranger. And then Kara made short work of her bra, unclasping it with the deft fingers of one hand and flinging it to the floor, before cupping Lena’s full breasts and trailing her thumbs over tightening nipples.
“Oh, fuck.” Lena really might be losing her mind but, honestly, she just didn’t care.
“Is this okay?” Kara asked sweetly, breath hot on Lena’s lips.
“Yes. More than okay.” Lena gasped as Kara’s touch grew firmer. She tried to catch her breath. “I promise I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, but I really don’t see that happening.”
Kara chuckled. "I won't waste anymore time then." She moved her mouth back to Lena’s neck, and slid one hand confidently over Lena's hip to push her dress further up her waist.
In the span of a breath, Kara's fingers were trailing between Lena's legs and pushing her underwear aside. She paused only long enough to make sure Lena was ready for her – and, God, Lena was; she'd been ready for the better part of the evening – before pressing inside with one firm, smooth stroke.
Perhaps sensing that Lena was already on the verge of being overwhelmed, Kara settled into a slow rhythm at first, rolling her hips up in time with the thrust of her fingers until Lena could feel her everywhere, waves of pleasure washing over her as she held onto Kara’s shoulders and buried her face in the hollow between the other woman’s neck and shoulder. When she’d opened her door this afternoon, she certainly never imagined she’d wind up here, in the lap of this self-assured, stunning woman, dress bunched around her waist and unable to help herself from making increasingly frantic noises into the blonde’s skin.
“That’s good, baby. I’ve got you,” Kara’s voice was low and affected, and it broke out into a moan, too, as Lena clung to her, nails digging into Kara’s shoulder blades.
She tightened around Kara’s fingers, and the blonde instinctively picked up the pace as much as their somewhat awkward position would allow. But there was no way Lena was going to suggest moving, not right now, not when desire was running roughshod over her body and the edges of her vision were whiting out on the tide of her impending orgasm. Lena squeezed her eyes shut tight, lips and tongue tracing over the light sheen of sweat that had broken out on Kara’s skin.
Kara moved her thumb over Lena’s clit and somehow simultaneously shifted the angle of her fingers. An intense, hot flare of molten need arced between Lena’s legs, spreading like a wildfire through her abdomen and upper thighs. Lena had been so distracted by everything that was happening, she’d almost forgotten Kara’s other hand, still pressed against her breast. Except then Kara tugged gently on Lena’s nipple, rolling it between her fingers in time with a particularly fervent thrust of her other hand. Lena came, hard, her body tensing before shaking uncontrollably, ripples of pleasure making her cry out and rock harder into Kara for several protracted moments of unadulterated bliss.
“God,” Kara groaned, her own hips twitching as Lena’s trembling began to subside. “You are so fucking hot. You have no idea.”
She wanted to respond in kind, but Lena was beyond speech, her whole body aglow with satisfaction. Kara slowly withdrew her fingers, shaking out her wrist with a smile, and Lena ached for her again, just like that. She sagged against Kara’s body with a soft whimper.
“Bed?” Kara nuzzled into Lena’s hair, as Lena tried valiantly to catch her breath. “Or, would you prefer if I just go?”
That got Lena’s attention, drawing her out of her post-orgasmic haze. She leaned back to look at Kara fully. The blonde’s face was flushed, her eyes bright and eager, but there was a kindness there, too, an understanding, and Lena knew that if she asked Kara to leave, she wouldn't resent Lena for it at all.
Not that Lena was interested in that option.
“Bed, please.” Lena answered, rising from Kara’s lap on unsteady legs, and letting her dress fall to the floor before she peeled her underwear off too in one fluid motion. Kara, still fully clothed and biting her bottom lip in concentration, was looking at Lena like she wanted to devour her, and Lena had no intention of letting that kind of attention go to waste.
“Oh, good.” Kara grinned widely and, with impressive speed, stripped off her own dress and yanked down her underwear. Lena laughed, suddenly gleeful, but she barely had a chance to admire the muscular curves of Kara’s body, her firm breasts and sculpted abs, her truly spectacular ass, before Kara had taken Lena’s hand and was urgently walking them both to the bed.
She turned as if planning to push Lena down onto the waiting mattress, but Lena stalled her movements with a hand to the blonde’s chest.
“My turn, next, I think.” Lena smiled at the surprised look on Kara’s face, maneuvering their bodies until she could push Kara onto the mattress instead. “What?” she asked, as Kara grinned.
“Oh nothing.” Kara scooted back onto the bed and pulled Lena with her until Lena was sprawled on top, hips fitting neatly into the juncture between the blonde’s open thighs. “You’re just pretty unexpected yourself, is all.”
Lena rolled her eyes goodnaturedly, then kissed Kara, open-mouthed and passionate, to silence the other woman’s quiet laughter.
Moments later, as Lena began kissing her way languidly down Kara’s body, her eyes flicked to the clock. It was just past 1am Sydney-time, so not even noon in Metropolis. Didn’t that mean she had the whole day ahead of her? And, even if not, some things were worth losing a little sleep over.
@tragiclyhip, @munstysmind, @secretaryunpaid, @youflickedtooharddamnit and anyone else who reads my stuff.
But not you ‘they bone too much’ anon. It might make your head explode.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Tyler is very much a softDom, and Esme loves being totally submissive to him. His aftercare is impeccable, and it’s when he’s at his softest, most attentive, and adoring. Lots of praise, drawing her a warm bath (if things were incredibly…wild lol) or just softly using a warm face cloth to clean her up and soothe her. Brings her water or her favourite beverage, maybe a snack. And snuggling. She loves to snuggle.
B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)
Her butt. And he isn’t shy in admitting it.
C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)
Nothing that will be noticeable to outsiders of their kids, but fingertip bruises on her hips and ass and insides of her thighs, bite marks on the inside of her thighs.
D = Dominant (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? are they a top or a bottom?)
Tyler is strictly a dom. Esme is strictly a sub.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
The man is extremely experienced. He’s sown his share of wild oats lol Esme has only had three serious relationships before him, and never had sex outside of a relationship.
F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)
Fuck. And then toss in a bit of the making love.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Very intense. Very serious. But there has been times when things have turned humorous. Like the time they fell off the bed and her forehead hit him in the nose and made it bleed
H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)
He finds seeing her walking around in just a t-shirt or dress shirt of his just gets him all riled up.
I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)
He is relentless. Hungry. Animalistic, even.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
My masturbation head canon is her deseperate to watch him jerk off, and him agreeing to it while she’s talking dirty to him in his ear and her hands are just softly and slowly wandering his body and teasing it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
They’re into choking, anal, he’s tied her up before
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Those two will do it anywhere, no joke. But with kids in the house, they’re pretty limited. But definitely in the gym is at the top of the list.
M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)
The foreplay is long and lingering and doesn’t end until she’s begging him to stop because things are too sensitive and she can’t possibly take anymore. These two love to please each other, and foreplay is huge for both of them. Lots of long and slow and deep kisses that turn desperate and needy, lots of hands wandering (before the clothes are off), bodies rubbing against each other.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Eat a**, degradation of any kind, golden showers, pegging
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He is a tremendously selfless lover and loves to spend time ‘down under’. And Esme loves to pleasure him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It’s a mix of both. Unless she’s specified she just wants nothing but a good old fashioned passionate railing.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
With so many kids in the house and their busy schedules, there’s nothing wrong with a quickie in the laundry room or pantry lol
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Esme’s really opened up sexually since meeting him and has learned to fully trust him. She’s willing to try new things, but he knows his boundaries and would never cross them. He respects her too much.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
As Tyler says, he hasn’t gone shorter than half an hour since he was 15. Lol and that man will go as many times as body will let him. Sorry ‘they bone too much anon’. It is what it is.
T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)
Tyler used to be into both. Before he met Esme and decided to become a one woman man. Esme isn’t very sexual experienced and has never had sex outside of a relationship.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s horrible (in a good way) when it comes to teasing. There’s an epic chapter of him edging her in a bath tub.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tyler isn’t loud. He’s a grunter, groaner, growler, swearer. Esme on the other hand…she’s loud lol He either has to put his hand or a pillow over her face so as not to wake the whole house.
W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)
Four days
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Tyler is known for never wearing underwear. He calls it ‘free range’ and says that’s why they so many kids. His dick is never suffocating. LOL. He’s tall, lean, and incredibly ripped. Not fully shaven down there, but manscaped. Esme is very neatly trimmed, tends to wear boy shorts and as she calls them ‘granny panties’ lol She’s just a little thing but has a willowy body.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Both have extremely high sex drives.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It takes a bit. It’s customary for him to give in to a long cuddling session and some adult conversation.
