Silly little nsfw alphabet (WARNING OBVI NSFW!!!)
thinkin abt a obsessive yandere who's always been a bit of a incel
A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex) Aftercare is a ritual of ownership. He cleans you meticulously, not for your comfort, but to erase the evidence of his frenzy and replace it with his scent. He'll dress you in one of his shirts, pull you into his arms so tightly you can barely breathe, and murmur possessive nothings against your hair until you fall asleep, trapped and claimed.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) His favorite part on himself is his cock. It's the instrument of his obsession, the tool he uses to claim you, and he's proud of how it stretches you and makes you cry out. His favorite part on you is your eyes. He loves watching the light die in them and be replaced with that glazed, fucked-out look that means you're his and his alone in that moment.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum) Cum is his brand. He needs to see it on you, smell it on you. He'll fuck you raw and fill you up just to watch it drip out, only to push it back in with his fingers. The thought of you walking around all day, full of him, is a constant, consuming thrill.
D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs) He has a hidden collection of your things. A pair of your panties you "forgot" at his place, a hair tie, a shirt that smells like you. When you're not around, he'll touch himself with these items, inhaling your scent while imagining you tied up in his bed, unable to leave.
E = Experience (How experienced are they?) His experience doesn't matter. Nothing before you was real; it was just practice. You are the one, the only person who has ever truly mattered, and every sexual encounter he's had was just a meaningless prelude to claiming you.
F = Favorite Position (Favorite sex position) Mating press. He loves folding you in half, pinning you beneath his weight, and fucking down into you. It's the most dominant, possessive position, allowing him to be as deep as possible while staring directly into your eyes, ensuring you know exactly who is fucking you.
G = Goofy (Are they serious or goofy in the moment?) There is nothing goofy about him. Sex is a solemn, intense act of worship and possession. Any attempt at humor from you will be met with a dark look and a harder thrust, a silent command to take this as seriously as he does.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they?) He keeps himself meticulously clean, but his grooming is for you. He wants you to have no reason to be repulsed when he buries his face between your legs or when you're on your knees for him. His body is a temple, and you are its sole devotee.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect?) His intimacy is suffocating. It's in the way he holds your gaze, the way he whispers "mine" with every thrust, the way his hands grip you hard enough to bruise. It's a dark, consuming romance that promises to swallow you whole. He doesn't just make love to you; he tries to merge his soul with yours.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) He masturbates to the thought of you constantly. He has videos and pictures of you on his phone that he watches when you're not there. His favorite fantasy is breaking into your place while you're asleep and just watching you, maybe touching himself in the dark corner of your room without you ever knowing.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) His entire personality is a kink. Specifically, it's a severe obsession and ownership kink. He gets off on controlling your life, knowing where you are, who you're with. He also has a corruption kink—he wants to be the one to introduce you to every filthy, depraved act, to be the sole source of your sexual awakening.L = Location (Favorite places to have sex) Anywhere he can mark you as his territory. His car, your apartment, his office. He gets a thrill out of fucking you in your own bed, in your own sheets, making your space his. The goal is to leave his presence so heavily imprinted on your life that you can't escape him.
M = Motivation (What turns them on?) Your independence. It infuriates and arouses him in equal measure. Seeing you talk to other men, succeed on your own, or just exist without him makes him burn with a need to drag you back to him and remind you who you belong to. Your defiance is his biggest turn-on because it gives him an excuse to conquer you all over again.N = No (Something they won't do) He will not, under any circumstances, let you leave him. He won't share you, he won't let you break up with him, and he won't let you distance yourself. The word "no" from you is not a rejection; it's a challenge he is more than willing to meet with force.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He gives oral like a man starving. It's not about your pleasure; it's about his need to taste you, to consume you. He'll hold you down and eat you out until you're sobbing and overstimulated, your body just a toy for his insatiable appetite. He'll receive it, but he'll likely be fucking your throat, using your mouth for his own release.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?) He's a predator. He starts slow, sensual, lulling you into a false sense of security, but it always devolves into a frantic, rough, desperate frenzy. He's like an animal trying to get as deep inside you as possible, a frantic pace born from the constant, gnawing fear that you might slip away.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies) Quickies are for when his obsession becomes unbearable and he needs a fix immediately. He'll pull you into an alley, a bathroom, a closet—any private space—and fuck you hard and fast against the wall, a desperate act to quiet the voices in his head for just a few minutes.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment?) He'll experiment with anything that gives him more control. Shibari, breath play, sensory deprivation—he's all for it if it means he can own you more completely. The only risk he won't take is the risk of losing you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for?) He's insatiable. He can go all night, and when he's finally done, he'll only sleep for a few hours before waking you up for more. His obsession fuels a limitless energy when it comes to you. He could, and would, fuck you to the point of exhaustion just to keep you weak and dependent on him.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?) He owns an arsenal of toys, but they are all for you. Vibrators of every size, dildos, plugs, gags, blindfolds, and restraints. He uses them to break you down, to overwhelm your senses until the only thing you can feel is him and the pleasure he forces upon you.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) He is the master of cruel teasing. He will edge you for hours, bringing you to the brink again and again until you're a babbling, incoherent mess. He derives immense pleasure from your desperation, from watching you beg. Your broken pleas are the sweetest sound he knows.
V = Volume (How loud they are) He's mostly quiet, but his silence is terrifying. He communicates with low, possessive growls, grunts of exertion, and harsh, guttural whispers in your ear. The only time he's truly loud is when he's cumming inside you, letting out a roar of triumph and ownership.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon) He has a tracker on your phone "for your safety." He knows your daily routine better than you do. Sometimes, when he's feeling particularly possessive, he'll just show up wherever you are, not to talk to you, but just to watch from a distance, reassuring himself that you're still his and still safe.
X = X-Ray (What's going on under those clothes) He's lean but wiry, with surprising strength. His body is a roadmap of his desire for you, with faint scratches and bite marks from your last encounter. His cock is thick and heavy, with a prominent vein he loves to feel rub against your walls. It's a weapon, and he wields it with brutal precision.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) His sex drive isn't a drive; it's a constant state of being. He is always, in some way, thinking about fucking you. It's a low hum in the back of his mind that grows into a deafening roar at the slightest provocation. He is, for all intents and purposes, chronically obsessed with you.
Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward) He doesn't fall asleep until you do. He will lie awake for hours, watching you, memorizing your face, listening to your breathing. Sleep is a vulnerability he can't afford until he's sure you're completely spent and trapped in his arms, right where you belong.
so this was made for my character I made haven't given him a name yet, any ideas?
