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━━━ .°˖✧ a is for aftercare ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are they like after sex?

╰₊✧ oh, he’s so doting, it’s almost sickening. at first, he didn’t really know what aftercare entailed, so you probably had to take the lead and show him how it’s done, but once he got the hang of it, he insisted on doing everything for you like a gentleman, even if he was on the receiving end. although, if you really want to, then he’s willing to compromise on both of you taking care of each other instead of just one person doing it all. 

━━━ .°˖✧ b is for body ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what is their favorite part of them and on you?

╰₊✧ on him, he thinks he has nice hands, pale with slender fingers which have helped him perform spells, write essays, and play various instruments throughout the years, but once he realized how magical they (literally) were when it came to pleasuring you, it was like an entirely different world opened up for him. 

╰₊✧ on you, shu loves, loves, loves your thighs, from their shape and form, to how soft they are, to how they squish in his grip, to how they wrap around his neck when he’s eating you out—  it would sound so perverted if he had to talk about how much he adored them, but maybe you would be into watching him blush and stutter while coaxing it all out. 

━━━ .°˖✧ c is for cum ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ anything to do with cum.

╰₊✧ it didn’t really matter where he finished at first as long as he did do so, but he loves seeing the sight of it on your skin, bringing out a rare possessive side to him that you almost never see. and as seen in the image above, he has a particular fondness for when you finish on his face, not caring about how impractical it may be, and instead just relishing in the feeling of making you squirt using a combination of his mouth and fingers. 

━━━ .°˖✧ d is for dirty secret ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what lewd things have they been hiding from you?

╰₊✧ (see w is for wild card), but he has a handful of secret dirty photos that have been seen by no one other than himself. will you ever discover them, or will he ever have the courage to send one of them? only time will tell. 

━━━ .°˖✧ e is for experience ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?

╰₊✧ he doesn’t really know what he’s doing, growing up focusing more on studies rather than crushes and remaining that way even in college. there might have been one or two partners before you, but he might not have properly engaged with them intimately due to how busy he was, so you’re likely the first one who has him learning about what to do in the bedroom rather than school and magic subjects. 

━━━ .°˖✧ f is for favorite position ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ self-explanatory.

╰₊✧ he prefers simple positions like missionary and cowgirl while you’re teaching him what to do. as he gets more experience, then he’s willing to try out the more complicated ones, but his favorites are just the ones where you can hold each other closely. 

━━━ .°˖✧ g is for goofy ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous?

╰₊✧ shu tries his best to be serious, but sometimes he’s silly without even realizing it and gets a little confused when you start giggling (don’t worry though, he finds it endearing).

━━━ .°˖✧ h is for hair ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?

╰₊✧ while the hair on his head is multi-colored, the hair down there is almost pitch-black. before the two of you started dating, it was unkempt, and he never bothered to trim it until he realized it would make everything a lot easier and more pleasurable for you if he cleaned up.

━━━ .°˖✧ i is for intimacy ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how romantic are they in the moment?

╰₊✧ he’s very romantic and intimate, he can’t imagine doing it any other way. even if he’s desperately rutting into you or you’re being a little rougher with him than usual, he still can’t help but gently cup your face in his palm and give you a tender kiss while reminding you how much he adores you. he does it every single time, and there’s never a moment where sex is only that, it’s also a physical testament to how much you love each other. 

━━━ .°˖✧ j is for jack off˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ do they masturbate without you? if so, how?

╰₊✧ he probably hasn’t done anything of the sort since he was a teenager, and it’s not something he thinks about often, but he might start touching himself if he really misses you and you aren’t available. he’s slow because of how embarrassed he is, questioning the entire time if he still wanted to continue with how self-conscious he becomes, be he doesn’t have any regrets once he’s finished. 

━━━ .°˖✧ k is for kink ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what kind of freaky things are they into giving and receiving?

╰₊✧ he doesn’t have too many kinks and is pretty vanilla all around, but he’s a fan of stuff like praise, overstimulation, face-sitting, and dirty talk. one of his main, however, is seeing you in lingerie. he’s such a sucker for seeing you in silk and lace, covering all of the parts that matter yet leaving so little to the imagination at the same time, and sometimes he gets so excited that he doesn’t even bother to take it off all the way.

━━━ .°˖✧ l is for location ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their favorite places to have sex?

╰₊✧ shu doesn’t like the idea of doing anything remotely public (see r is for risk), so he’s only comfortable with doing it in places behind a locked door separating the two of you from any prying eyes. 

━━━ .°˖✧ m is for motivation ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what turns them on?

╰₊✧ he likes to think he knows how to stay calm in most situations, but he would be more calm in a life-or-death situation than he is around you when you’re trying to seduce him, telling him how handsome he is, wearing some sexy lingerie, teasing him throughout the day, and generally just driving him crazy until he’s practically on his knees begging for you. 

━━━ .°˖✧ n is for no ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their turn-offs and things they wouldn’t do?

╰₊✧ (see r is for risk), but he won’t do anything extreme or questionable. 

━━━ .°˖✧ o is for oral ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how do they give you head and react to receiving it? which do they prefer?

╰₊✧ when he’s on the receiving end, he melts into a whimpering mess who can barely string together a coherent thought while his fingers are tugging on your hair. it’s the roughest he ever is with you as he loses control and has a tendency to push your head until he finally reaches his peak, but once the clarity hits him, he apologizes profusely and might brew you a cup of hot tea to soothe your throat, depending on how carried away he got. when he’s giving, he likes to take his time, his tongue swirling around your clit like it’s an art with his hands gripping your thighs and his ears keenly listening to your whines while humping the bed to get himself off as well. 

━━━ .°˖✧ p is for pace ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?

╰₊✧ as mentioned in i is for intimacy, shu couldn’t bear it if he seemed like he was only in it for the pleasure he would receive rather than doing it out of love for you. what he considers to be “fast and rough” can still be seen as tame by some, but he has no qualms if you desire to do things differently than normal. 

━━━ .°˖✧ q is for quickie ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what are their opinions on quickies?

╰₊✧ he doesn’t like them. it’s not that he has an idea of preferring to “properly” do it, but it’s more like the idea of trying to accomplish both of your orgasms without leaving either high and dry in a small period of time seems too stressful when it should be stress-relieving. 

━━━ .°˖✧ r is for risk ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ are they game to experiment? what kinds of risks are they willing to take?

╰₊✧ he’s willing to try new things, and kind of approaches it similarly to how he approaches new foods: fine with most things, but nothing too extreme where it makes him cringe at the thought of it or wonder if there are actually people into stuff like that. he also doesn’t want to be doing anything public or semi-public, as he highly values his privacy and doesn’t want either of you to be taking reputation hits because luca caught the two of you banging in a bathroom at a party and couldn’t keep his mouth shut about it. 

━━━ .°˖✧ s is for stamina ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?

╰₊✧ maybe about two rounds on average, three of it’s a good day, but he can’t last very long because of how sensitive he is, and often reaches his peak a lot quicker than you do, but he’s more than willing to finish you off with his mouth or fingers if it ever comes to that.

━━━ .°˖✧ t is for toys ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ do they own them? do they prefer to use them on you or themselves?

╰₊✧ he’s not completely innocent and has an idea of what sex toys are and what they look like, but he certainly had no idea how diverse they were or how to apply them. just looking at one in his hand made him feel embarrassed, and although he doesn’t mind using them in the bedroom, it certainly does take him a while to get used to them.

━━━ .°˖✧ u is for unfair ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how much do they like to tease? do they like to be teased themself?

╰₊✧ the concept of it isn’t too interesting to him as he prefers to indulge and be indulged rather than getting frustrated about an orgasm being so close yet so far. overstimulation will always be better than edging, in his opinion, but as always, if you want to do it for a change, then he won’t protest it, although he might not be as enthusiastic as he normally would be. 

━━━ .°˖✧ v is for volume ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how loud are they? what kinds of sounds do they make?

╰₊✧ oh, shu can get pretty loud, especially if you’re going down on him. he doesn’t see any reason why he should muffle his sounds since it’s a way to show you how good you’re making him feel, and while he does sometimes get embarrassed when he has sudden clarity about how vocal he can be, you don’t mind in the least bit because his moans are almost as pretty as he is.

━━━ .°˖✧ w is for wild card ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what’s a random sex headcanon?

╰₊✧ sometimes, during random bursts of confidence, he’ll take a suggestive photo of himself and contemplate sending it to you the same way you do with him, but after a lot of deliberation, he doesn’t end up sending it because he gets too self-conscious. however, if he looks particularly handsome in the picture, then he’ll save it to a private album on his phone, wondering if it will ever have a purpose in the future rather than just hypothetically collecting dust.

━━━ .°˖✧ x is for x-ray ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ what’s going on under those clothes?

╰₊✧ he has a pretty slender physique, kinda skinny, but still toned enough to tell that he takes care of himself. he’s a little bigger than average, but nothing too crazy, maybe about a solid six inches when hard and curves a little. 

━━━ .°˖✧ y is for yearning ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how high is their sex drive?

╰₊✧ it isn’t too high and on the lower spectrum, not something he usually thinks about or desires often. he would rather express his love for you in other ways by using love languages like quality time or acts of service, but he would be up for it maybe twice a week. however, if life has his emotions skewed in either direction, then it can go up to four or five times a week, although never any more than that. 

━━━ .°˖✧ z is for zzz ˚₊ ⊹

╰₊✧ how quickly do they fall asleep after the act?

╰₊✧ even if he’s so tired he could pass out on the spot once aftercare is finished, he refuses to start dozing off until you’re comfortably asleep. you can plead and promise him that nothing bad is going to happen if he falls before you do, but he’s adamant about seeing you slumbering peacefully before he does so as well.

➥ I would like to imagine that Shu can be either really soft and sweet in the bedroom, or fuck you like and animal depending on the kind of day he's having. If you two have just been lazing around the home and cuddling, he will shower you with kisses and gentle caresses once you pull him on top of you on your shared bed (or the couch, who cares, anywhere is fine). If he's been busy with stressful things, he just needs you right here, right now, and will not hold back.

➥ We all know he doesn't like to swear, but if you just feel so heavenly around him, I think he would accidentally drop the F-bomb occasionally. He'll be like 'fuuuuuuck babe, you feel so, so good...' while he pumps himself in and out of you.

➥ Oh yeah, he totally calls you 'babe' or 'love', either during sex or just casually on a date or something.

➥ I think he can be a bit jealous and possessive sometimes, so that's why he'll call you pet names out in public to let people know you're his.

➥ To continue on the subject of jealousy, he will totally fuck you senseless once you get home after you've been flirting with other people to test his patience.

➥ 'Think you are so clever huh, you little tease? I'll tell you something. No one can love you the way I can. So don't even try, sweetheart.' He says through gritted teeth in between sloppy french kisses.

➥ On the subject of kisses, he loves to kiss you with tongue. Touch all the spots inside your mouth with his own tongue, both in an action of love and adoration, but also to let you know he really needs you right now.

➥ But if you flirt with him in public, he will be super flustered and honoured that he is deserving of your attention. He will turn 50 shades of red and hide his face in his hands, and you find that so, so cute that you just want to pull him into a cubicle to suck his dick to show him how much you really love him.

➥ As for kinks? Hmm not entirely sure. But I think the entire fandom has decided at this point that he can manipulate the temperature of his fingertips, and he will totally use that to his advantage to turn you into a moaning mess. Also might be into some bondage. I bet he would also love overstim, either on himself, or do it to you. If he sees you cry during sex, you best bet it will be in his memory forever and try to get this to happen next time, because he thinks it's so fucking hot.

➥ Aftercare king. If he did manage to make you cry, he will cradle you in his arms afterwards and shower you with love and praises. 'You did so well for me, babe. I think you quite enjoyed yourself, huh? Don't worry love, I'm here.'

➥ If you both agreed to it beforehand, I think he would maybe like some sexual stuff when either of you sleeps. Either wants to lick at your core when you're sleeping to pull those sweet, sweet moans out of you, or wake up to the pleasant sensation of your mouth around his dick, stirring awake with a 'mmm, this is a pleasant way to wake up... please, keep going.'

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You never seem to know when you unknowingly captivate the masses. You don’t even know how much you make him act up— entirely different from the picture-perfect Vice President, who’s usually dripping with unequivocal eloquence, be rendered speechless. To the point that he’s not sure whether you truly are oblivious or just playing pretend to fuck with him the whole time.

Yet he can’t seem to admit that your sweet laughter was like the melody he had been missing his entire life.

The worst part was that he didn’t just fall— he splattered. Not just that, razed towards an amazingly malignant entity (for him) named you. He doesn’t regret it, no. He just wished he did so gracefully instead of bulldozing straight down— like a fucking meteor. OR like a feral bull going straight to the red ass towel, which was weird considering he’s the literal embodiment of the color blue.

It’s cute— adorable, even. How he stumbles all over when you’re around. How he stammers and gets a little dopey when you speak, as if his knowledge were forcefully ripped away from his brain— never to be seen again (read: until you leave him alone, apparently). How his head short-circuits when he gets even just a whiff of your scent. For goodness’ sake, he’s literally called “the man of sex,” (as a joke before, but c’mon) however, when it comes to you, when he’s anywhere near you, all of that just vanishes into thin air— as if it never was there in the first place.

To everyone else, he’s the epitome of refinement in every way possible. The ever-so-elegant Vice President of [insert academy name here], Ike Eveland, who captures hearts through compassion and can sway any scenario into his favor, had fallen completely & hopelessly in love with someone he’s not even sure remembers his name.

It's laughable how he, literally someone who the Gods bless, quickly becomes akin to a fucking timid bunny in mere seconds the moment you step inside the same room. Hell, even a simple “hi” would send him stumbling down his knees, kneeling just to hear you say more, even just to hear you more.

And lately, he finds himself reading about romances, which is weird considering that he favors horror more. Fucking hell, he finds himself writing romance— writing about you and him, in a fucking cabin, in the woods with a damn farm while raising two— maybe even three fucking kids! It's tearing bits and pieces through his sanity, and he doesn't even know if he minds it yet. But then, considering his predicament, he doesn't even think he does. If anything, he welcomes it. Bathes in it, even.

Then suddenly, all his tinkering halts as he finds you stirring awake. His “coolness” is taken once more as he notices you blinking your sleepiness away. It tugs at his heartstrings seeing you stretch, as he tries not to coo at your yawn. A familiar “fuck! she's so damn cute” chants at the tippy top of his head, praying to every god above that he appears normal. Utterly normal.

He leans away, even if all he wants to do is the opposite.

“How was the nap?” He asked, noting the little tilt in his voice covered amusement, borderline teasing. “Absolutely hilarious, Eveland. It makes me wanna ditch this stupid project. Why didn't you wake me up??” You replied, each word dripping in heavy sarcasm.

‘You looked too pretty to be disturbed,’ is what his tongue itches to say, but then he settles for a simple, “You looked peaceful, and I was afraid you might bite my hand away if I do so,” instead.

With that, you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a small, almost discreet smile covering your pink lips. But he notices. He catches every fucking thing about you— the way your eyes contain the entire galaxy when you gets excited over the smallest little things, the way your cheeks flush a hue of baby pink almost entirely, or even how you're ever so clumsy— knocking things over frequently while hurting yourself in the process, leaving you with cuts or bruises you don't even notice, let alone remember where you got them.

He would rather be hit by a fucking bus than to concede he started bringing extra bandages on his first aid kit because of you. (That's a big fat lie; he’d admit to anything if you do so much as act curious about whatever that is.). Okay, so maybe he is more than whipped. Pfft, it's cool. He's cool. He can handle it (NOT).

“Helloo?? Earth to Blue??” You wave your flimsy hand in his face, trying to get him out of his stupor. Huffing, you made another attempt by squeezing his left cheek, the one closest to you. But he’s still in a daze, for whatever odd reason. So you decided to get closer, leaning until you’re only centimeters apart. That seems to do the trick, though. It feels like he’s staring at you, carefully engraving your soul into memory.

He’s hooked. And, well, maybe a bit screwed as well. For whatever reason, you were like a siren beckoning— bewitching him to just come closer. Closer to his demise. Closer to you.

And he can’t seem to find it in himself to care.

Oh well.

Turns out, from the split second he was contemplating whatever the fuck happened to his life, you also somehow got lost in his awaiting olive eyes. For whatever reason, you can’t seem to look away, as if he’s trapping you in place, effectively keeping you in a trance.

And fuck, when his fishnet-covered hand slowly comes up to tuck your fringe off your face, you think you might as well just combust right then and there. Time never seems to resume when he’s near, as his hands slowly travel up, caressing your hair as if you were something so delicate. It was soft— the way he pats your head, ruffling your hair just a tad bit.

“I kind of zoned out, didn’t I?” He whispered, afraid that if he spoke an octave higher, the bubble both of you unknowingly created would burst so suddenly. He’s always so damn gentle with you. You’re his soft spot. Because somehow, someway, you climbed into his guarded heart, making a hole in it to live inside indefinitely— possibly forever. He doesn’t think you’re even aware of it.

“Let’s continue? I’m sure you wanted to sleep some more,” he pulls away, but not without letting his hand slightly linger on the spot on the top of your head. Gosh, you make him insane. “Yeah—… Mhm, yeah. I… I think we should.” You stumble through your words, still quite not comprehending what the fuck happened just a few seconds ago, with a light flush dusting your cheeks.

“Are you alright? You seem quite feverish.” And he even has the fucking audacity to look smug. You forgot that the asshole likes to tease you just as much as the others. “Okay, yeah. That’s enough, Smurfette. I think it’s because of that damn berry you fed me earlier,” you quickly fib, snapping out of the spell he put you in earlier.

“My god, quill. Strawberries are not berries. I told you that already!” He poked, chuckling at your antics.

“Whatever.”

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uhm, hi! how was that for a formal introduction? (i still have no idea for the school name btw)

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