#magi x reader

Masrur's got you folded like a pretzel, his hips pistoning into you with a speed and precision granted to him by his Fanalis heritage. You're a drooling mess, unable to do little more than take his assault on your hole as you moan out his name, the sounds of your coupling filling the room with a most lascivious sound.

You begin to feel the tell-tale tightening of an impending orgasm when Masrur suddenly pulls out, lays you flat on the bed, and covers your head with a blanket. Still reeling from the rapid turnaround of events, you try to gather your bearings when you hear Morgiana's soft voice creep out from the other side of the door.

"Masrur...sorry to bother you but--", she proceeds to ask if he's seen you.

Yeah, he's "seen" you alright.

You try to sit up, rustling the blanket in the process, when Masrur pushes on your chest, effectively halting your efforts.

You accept your fate, too tired and back too strained to attempt sitting up again. Masrur's never been that good of a liar but Morgiana seems to believe him when he says that he hasn't seen you.

She leaves, and with the mood effectively ruined, you lay back and let Masrur handle clean up, sleepily laughing at the slightly haunted expression he sports in the aftermath of the incident.

Judar

If you were asked to describe Judar with one word, it would be mercurial.

This trip had already pissed him off from the moment it'd been proposed. Your addition to the travel party had softened his ire ever so slightly but he'd still fussed the entire trip there. And although everyone involved would've preferred to just leave Judar at home, this trip was meant to be a show of goodwill, and thus there was nothing to be done.

All that to say, although the idea of this trip had triggered his already unstable temper, the bold manner in which some nobody chamberlain had approached him had left him ready to obliterate this country from the map entirely. Despite the fact that he'd made it clear his disinterest in the nonentity, they'd continued to hit on him, and his handlers had simply reiterated to him, in no uncertain terms, to play nice.

He could play nice.

In fact, he could play nice with his favorite person in the world.

You hadn't been permitted to enter the high-level meetings that he and the chamberlain were a part of, but that was fine. If he couldn't bring you to the meetings, he could at the very least make it unequivocally clear who he belonged to.

You didn't know who the chamberlain was, so when he'd managed to pull you into a lavish but empty room for a round of wild fucking, you'd had no idea that the bed you'd taken him on was in fact, the chamberlain's.

Long story short, when it came time for the next meeting, the chamberlain had created a fuss about the state his room was in. No one could solidly say who the culprit was, until Judar walked in the room, covered in love bites-- proudly wearing his pants just that tiny bit lower so the bruised imprint of your hands could be seen on his waist.

Judar had never confirmed anything, but the rumor spread through the palace like wildfire, eventually making its way to you.

Thoroughly embarrassed at the fact that you'd inadvertently caused a diplomatic incident (and that Judar hadn't healed himself before going out in public), you swore off sex with him for the next month.

Judar was absolutely tickled pink by the entire situation, unbothered by your declaration as he was certain that you wouldn't hold onto it after seeing the new pieces of nipple jewelry he'd procured while on the trip.

Kouen

One of Kouen's best and worst traits was his fastidiousness.

For Kouen, it meant no stone unturned. He was restless in his stride for personal greatness, and for him, ruling an empire was no exception.

For you, this meant a lot of nights without your husband to warm your bed. So desperate you are, that you get an awful, horrible idea.

It takes very little to convince him-- it never does with him when it comes to you-- and before you know it, you're sat in your husband's lap with his cock inside of you as he attends to his paperwork.

Now, when you'd initially come up with this idea, you'd thought that Kouen wouldn't be able to last inside of you like this.

Unfortunately, you were wrong. In fact, Kouen seems incredibly unbothered, the only indication that he's even in such a position with you is his dick-- hot and stiff within you-- which he's yet to actually use because he's too busy looking at fucking battle reports!

You squeeze around him, ashamed at the desperation that infects your tone when you ask, "Kouen, can you please move? I need you so badly."

Something in your voice must've worked because your husband wraps a firmly muscled arm around your thigh, stretching your legs apart, before bouncing you up and down on his dick.

Sweet relief floods through your body as he splits you apart on his cock-- only to be interrupted when his thrusts slow down, suddenly sloppy and inconsistent-- as if he's...distracted?

You turn your head to meet Kouen's eyes, only to find his bespectacled gaze, not focused on you, but rather the paperwork that still litters his desk.

You voice your outrage and his attention falls back onto you, a quiet, "Sorry", slipping out of his mouth as he returns to fucking you with the consistency you've come to expect (and have admittedly been incredibly spoiled by).

His thrusts slow down about three more times before you throw in the towel. "Seriously Kouen?!"

"I'm sorry my phoenix, but I did tell you that I had paperwork to review."

Sinbad

The two of you had left a trail of wanton moans and heated exchanges on your way up here.

The festivities still raged below, you think that they're going to be setting off the fireworks soon. Not that any of that matters when you and Sinbad had been eye fucking each other for the better part of the night, liquor only fueling the fire and making the two of you bolder in your advances.

When Ja'far dismissed you both with an irritated, "Get a room", Sinbad capitalized on the moment and suggested you take him up on his offer.

He also said some other stuff that you couldn't really focus on when his lips looked so irresistible (and maybe your choice of liquor had made everything that wasn't an inappropriate thought about Sinbad into cloud fuzz, but that was neither here nor there).

The pair of you-- giggly, horny, drunk as you were-- slowly made your way to your shared room in the palace. Stopping every couple of minutes to grind against each other in the privacy of an alley.

When you'd finally made it to your room, you were so pent up that you nearly told Sinbad to whip it out the moment he'd closed the door. You threw your clothes off, positioning yourself to be face down ass up so that you'd be as ready for him as possible.

Sinbad sauntered over, ready to join you on the bed when-- and to this day you're not really sure what or why this happened-- he reached past you to grab one of the many pillows placed on the bed.

You watched in amazement and confusion as Sinbad proceeded to rut against the pillow. Bitterness and befuddlement had acted to sober you up a bit, but the moment that your wits had returned to you, Sinbad had already cum with a shout-- ropes and ropes of cum staining the pillow-- before he collapsed headfirst into the bed, remaining steadfastly asleep even when you'd tried to wake him up.

You'd gone to sleep on the lavish sofa within your shared quarters that night. Any bitterness you'd previously felt at the pillow getting fucked harder than you had been overwritten by flat out shock at what had just occured.

When you told Sinbad what had happened the next morning (he was distraught that you'd slept on the couch), his face had colored red with an embarrassment you'd never seen from him. He ordered for all of your bedding to be replaced, before buying you a chest full of jewelry and precious metals as an apology.

Kougyoku

Kougyoku wasn't used to being in charge. For her, it was comfortable (and pleasurable) to melt into your desires. You'd always been caring and considerate and she had no problem surrendering completely to you.

On this particular day though, she'd decided to change it up.

This is how you'd ended up in between her legs, obediently lapping at her clit as she lost herself in the pleasure you provided.

"Ah! That's enough!", she'd pulled your head away from her cunt, fingers buried deep in the tight coils of your hair.

More than happy to follow her lead, you let her pull on your hair-- typically, she'd be shyly inching her fingers into the dense pattern of your hair, but now, she grips onto your head with authority.

And honestly, a little too much force.

She uses the leverage on your head to push your head back, forcing you to make eye contact with her. "You're getting too greedy. You should be grateful that I don't punish you!"

The look in her eyes as she said this screamed 'Please tell me I'm doing a good job.'

Going along with the game, you smiled, pretending to be meek and submissive as you bowed your head, "Yes princess, you're so generous to grant me your blessing. I'll be good I promise."

Yank

Her hands pull your hair again--scalp feeling a bit sore at the rough treatment, not wanting to discourage your betrothed though, you say nothing of it.

She forces you to make eye contact with her again. "I'll give you one last chance. Do I need to remind you to behave?"

You shake your head furiously and Kougyoku smiles, "Good"

Another yank of your head brings you closer to her dripping cunt. You dive in, eager to lap up every drop.

Kougyoku's hands are buried in your hair once again, and you're so lost in her pussy that you don't notice it happening until you feel a pain in your scalp.

You jerk your head back, trying to get away from the death grip she has on your head when-

RIIIP

Your scalp is on fire, stinging with pain as it's suddenly exposed to the air. In Kougyoku's clenched fist, sits the clump of hair that she'd just torn from your scalp.

The both of you sit in shock, unsure what to say or do as the moment washes over the two of you. Eventually though, Kougyoku breaks, bursting into tears as she flings herself into your arms, wailing and devastated at the sight of the bald spot on your head.

After the incident, Kougyoku purchased a city’s worth of hats and headdresses in apology. She was also banned from putting her hands in your hair after that.

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A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Sebastian isn't really intimate. He tucks himself back into his pants-- ensuring no cum stains the impeccable creases of his uniform-- before reaching into the pocket of his suit jacket, grabbing his handkerchief, and cleaning you up. You're still fucked out of your mind, but at least he kisses you on the forehead before leaving to go and attend to the ever-growing stack of chores he has to attend to.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part would have to be his hands; they're so versatile and allow him to dispatch all who'd dare to challenge him. He also thinks that this vessel iteratation has particularly nice hands (which you also enjoy and take advantage of).

His favorite part on you-- as "loathe" he is to admit such a shameful secret-- is your rear. Not only is it his favorite spot to smack (he loves making you count the amount of times his hand makes contact with your ass), He also enjoys the sight of it clapping as he fucks into you from behind.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Although he doesn't much care for the mess, Sebastian enjoys covering you in cum. There's something in him that hums with satisfaction at the sight of you filthy because you're covered in his spend.

Hakuryuu Ren

SFW

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hakuryuu is very gentle with his affection, the best way to describe it would be princely. He's always offering you his hand whenever you have to climb out of something or silently covering your body with his robes at your slightest shiver. His chivalrousness is one of the few things about him that remains the same after he becomes hellbent on revenge. Although his mind roars with the need for violence, he finds his thoughts straying from his plan whenever he sees that you're about to open a door on your own.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hakuryuu as a best friend kind of changes depending on when you knew him. If the two of you were childhood best friends, you can kiss that relationship goodbye. It's not your fault necessarily, but any reminders of his life before the fire cause him to spiral. He'll never mention any of this to you of course, but he figures that avioding you until you get the hint is good enough.

If the two of you become friends as adults, there will be a distance between the two of you. Although Hakuryuu craves close companionship, he won't allow himself to get any closer to you. It isn't until you see him at his worst that your friendship will be truly tested, if you see the darkness in his eyes and stay by his side anyways, then the two of you will become best friends and Hakuryuu will be your loyal shadow until the day he dies.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle but he's so touch-starved and repressed that he'll only act on the desire when he's incredibly intoxicated. Even if you're the one initiating, any act of affection that presses your bodies together will cause Hakuryuu to tense up--and in really extreme cases, run away. When he's drunk though, he prefers to be the one getting cuddled, whether he's the little spoon or he's made your chest his pillow for the night, Hakuryuu wants to be held, it's just a shame that he only acts on it when he's drunk.

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A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Hakuryuu is often very unbalanced. Sex for Hakuryuu isn't really that enjoyable (in regards to the sensations for his body) so he tends to focus on bringing you pleasure more than anything. That means that you'll be a sweaty pile of goo and Hakuryuu's just slightly flushed-- looking like he just finished a light workout and not at all like he just made you cum nearly three times in a row. Hakuryuu is very gentle with aftercare, he's doting-- all too aware of the fragile state that you're in-- and he prepares a bath for you, one filled with drops of lavender. You're very apologetic, upset that you had more fun than he did, but he just continues rubbing down your sore body, assuring you that seeing you fall apart for him was exhilirating.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't have a favorite body part on himself. He doesn't really like himself all that much and he only appreciates his body as far as it keeps him alive and allows him to protect the people he cares about.

His favorite body part of yours (as embarrassed as he is to admit it) is your chest. Hakuryuu is a chest man through and through, although, he at least has the decency to look ashamed whenever he's caught staring at your chest.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Hakuryuu actually has a harder time orgasming than most. Part of it is that he gets really in his head about his body and it takes a lot of buildup and teasing for him to get out of his head long enough for his dick to get hard. The other part of it is it genuinely does just take a lot of stimulation for him to orgasm. That combined with his general anxiety, and the fact that he doesn't really enjoy cumming means that he ends up working you over several times before precum even dribbles out of him.

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Yandere MBTI

Hakuryuu Ren is a RDHS:

Reverent

🍃​Whilst Hakuryuu is definitely going to be a colder person after returning from Sindria and especially after becoming the Fourth Emperor and falling into depravity, at his core he always wants to treasure you and love you. Especially if you happen to be someone he has known for years is he going to cling to this idea of wedding you and being a good husband to you. There are definitely some trust issues he is inevitably going to develop throughout the years as Judar's influence, his own hatred and the creeping whispers of depravity which may lead him to adopt a crueler approach to you at times yet ultimately he never once dehumanises you are thinks of you as a mere plaything. Judar may make as much fun of him as possible that Hakuryuu is treating you just barely better than his despicable mother did her own husbands but Hakuryuu knows the truth. He loves you, he is starting wars over you and beyond it all he really wants to spoil you and love you like he knows he is capable of doing. The only problem is that you tend to make things difficult due to your uncooperative behavior, forcing his hand multiple times as he has to give orders to lock you away or imprison you. Why can't you just cooperate? Why can't you just love him?

Delusional

🍃​I'd say the fact that he is delusional is going to be especially obvious if you are someone who knew him and loved him even before he changed so drastically. If you loved him before, you should be capable to love him again even if he has learned to grow up more. It is this inability within Hakuryuu's mind to accept the fact that you do not love him for the hateful person he has become which qualifies him as more of a delusional person than an aware one. He doesn't just turn his back from the truth sitting somewhere within his mind but he actively builds a wall around it as he begins to strategise what can be done to have you return his affection. The denial leads him soon to commit deeds you most likely can never forgive him for yet within his twisted and affected mind he is convinced that doing them is going to help you to love him again. He weds you against your will as he is convinced that by crowning you Empress and letting you stay by his side you will see what he goes through and will not only forgive him but admire and love him again. He believes that your sense of duty is going to bind you to him too. The world is not bearable unless he possesses your love and it is to protect his own mind from shattering that that he deludes himself to believe that there is always a possibility.

Honest

🍃​Manipulative attributes are there, especially considering that he is capable of altering the memories and minds of people due to being in possession of the Djinn Belial. There may be times where his mind is about to split apart where he may even use his Metal Vessels to force you to love him but ultimately it isn't what he wants and it isn't what makes him happy either. The longer the events of the story drag on, the more Hakuryuu just cannot be bothered to manipulate and lie to you any more. Much more on the opposite actually as he becomes raw in his confessions to you as he is close to begging at some points for you to understand him and love him again like you used to back in the days. He knows you still hold affection for him. Yet every time he is met with silence, leading his own heart to grow significantly colder which is reflected in the way he treats his subordinates. Drastic measurements tend to be taken as a result as he may openly begin to threaten you and the people you love in any attempt to make you listen to him. Whether his actions follow any moral codex does not matter to him any longer and somewhere he may still believe that even such crude actions may eventually help you to understand that he needs you and make you love him again instead of only pushing you further away.

Strict

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare for Sinbad usually involves long perfumed baths. Sinbad hates the way that cum stains everything so while the servants strip the sheets, he'll coax you into taking a bath with him. These baths are usually 30% actual cleaning, 60% the two of you massaging the other (aka just feeling each other up), and 10% exchanging kisses and talking about whatever comes to mind.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of you is your chest, he's a big fan of burying his face into your chest and going to town. He also loves motorboating so...beware I guess.

His favorite body part on himself is probably his eyes, oddly enough. With them he can see rukh and it's nice to see the way that the ones surrounding you dance with life, it's like his own personal confirmation that you're healthy and happy.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Sinbad's a fan of pulling out, cumming on your stomach and licking it off of you. He kind of hates the mess that cumming causes and cumming inside of you just makes things difficult for you so this is his "compromise". Bonus points if you let him spit it in your mouth, or better yet, you feed it to him.

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before the two of you got together but after Sinbad had recognized that he had feelings for you, Sinbad had been casually jerking off. Though he didn't really have anything specific in his head, his mind naturally wandered to you and he indulged in his thoughts.

All was well and good until who came knocking on his door except you? Long story short, the muffled sound of your voice on the other side of the door was enough to fuel the half-cocked fantasies in his head. He came embarrassingly fast and hard right as you said something about taxing an incoming merchant vessel.

To this day, he still shudders every time you say the word "tax".

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's not called to Lady Killer of the Seven Seas for nothing. Sinbad is incredibly experienced when it comes to sex (which can be intimidating regardless of your experience level). He's really good at not making you feel small or in the shadow of his multitude of partners. He makes it very clear that you are who he's with and he has no problem reiterating that fact if you ever feel insecure.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Sinbad doesn't really have a favorite position. As long as there's some skin to skin contact, he's fine maneuvering you (or being maneuvered) into whatever position suits you.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sinbad's pretty serious in the moment, he's not someone that never laughs during sex but he will try to get you back on track pretty quickly. If you laugh too much, it does kind of kill the moment for him and he'll stop trying to be sexy to laugh with you with little more than a resigned sigh.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's very well groomed. He doesn't like the feeling of too much hair on his body so he'll usually trim down any body hair unless you say something about it. Although he's mostly hairless, he's not above leaving a little happy trail for you to peek at every time he happens to stretch ohhh so slowly in front of you.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with Sinbad is extremely intimate, to the point that it feels sacred. His hands are unhurried as they run along your sides, your hands are searching--trying to find some part of him that you've yet to touch. Your bodies melt into each other, soft moans escape as the bed shakes from the force of each thrust. Whether your leg bends over his shoulder or your chest presses into his back, there's always a part where Sinbad stops talking (he always whispers the sweetest of nothings when the two of you make love) and just feels. You always know that he's close when he ceases to speak, letting his moans act as words as his body twitches with warring urges to cum or to stop completely--if only to start again and drag out this pleasure for a little bit longer.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before meeting you, it wasn't super common for him to have to masturbate. If he felt horny, he'd take a quick visit to the finest brothel money could buy and that'd be the end of it. After meeting you, he's become a lot more familiar with his hand. Depending on the day and your sex drive, he'll end up masturbating just to clear his mind--he always winds up complaining to you about how it pales in comparison to you, saying that his hand just doesn't have the same finesse that you do.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Although he's pretty much game to try anything once, he finds himself with an uncontrollable urge to be edged. Something about the feeling of holding on, getting worked up over and over again only to be denied release, really gets him going. On the opposite side of that, he also loves being overstimulated, he loves being given too much of a good thing, he's addicted to the feeling of losing his mind as he gets lost in you.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Due to his status as a king, your sexcapades are pretty much limited to your private quarters, it'd be humiliating for the royal couple of Sindria to be caught in such a position after all. Though your location options may be "limited" (because let's be real you and Sinbad have an entire wing of the palace to yourselves), trust that the both of you have christened every possible surface.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing gets Sinbad going quite like a good bit of teasing. He loves the long drawn out dance of subtle glances and touches that escalate slowly until the both of you are breathless and needy. For Sinbad, half the fun is the game, so the longer you draw out your teasing, the more turned on he gets.

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sinbad's biggest nos would be 1) anything that hurts you and 2) anything too public. Whilst he doesn't mind the aches and pains that may come with making love, he'd be staunchly opposed to anything like choking or hitting you in bed, he loves you so much and he doesn't think that pain has a place in the bedroom (although he could be persuaded to do a partial djinn equip if you're set on trying something completely different but that's rare). In regards to public sex, he doesn't mind being a bit risque or touchy feely, but at the end of the day, he is a king and he can't exactly go around getting caught having sex in public so it's a hard no for him.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Sinbad leans more towards giving when it comes to oral. He won't deny you if you want to go down on him but he derives great pleasure in taking his time to slowly take you apart. He's incredibly skilled (he's not known as a womanizer for nothing), and it doesn't matter if he's sucking dick or eating you out, his mouth is heavenly and he'll make sure you're unable to do so much as think straight.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When it comes to pace, Sinbad's definitely slow and sensual. So slow in fact that it can become frustrating, especially if you're horny now. Sinbad treats sex as if it's another wave to ride and he'll purposefully edge himself (and sometimes you by accident) to keep that sort of bobbing and cresting feeling going. It does lead to very intense sex though, the kind that leads to your muscles seizing as the full force of your orgasm hits you at once.

(Of course, another downside is the muscle cramps you both experience from being stuck in one position for too long, though Sinbad is more than happy to rub your body down and rile you up into another round.)

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sinbad is so bad at quickies and he lowkey hates them to be honest. Going back to pace, Sinbad is someone who takes it slow, and sex very regularly turns into an all day affair (especially if you factor in the amount of times that the two of you are pulled away from each other due to your royal duties). Sometimes though, the situation calls for a quickie, and while it's usually you pouncing on him, he'll occasionally steal a moment with you in your office--or his--before heading back to work with a promise to continue later once the two of you have more time.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sinbad's fairly game to experiment. He'll try anything once just to say he tried it and he's always open to new experiences. His position as king makes it difficult to experiment with certain kinks but there's very little that's off the table for him--he views experimenting as valuable lessons on new things for you guys to add to your sex life. At the end of the day, if you're both having fun, then that's all that matters.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Sinbad's stamina is insane, he's like a damn energizer bunny. He can go for several hours or multiple times a day, of course he doesn't always do that--nor does he make his stamina your problem-- but it is something that he's capable of. Whether or not he gets to test the extent of his stamina is up to you...

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sinbad has a few toys, some are novelty items, but some are actually things that he's had crafted specifically for you. For example, he has a silk scarf that he commissioned to be the exact same purple as his hair that the two of you take turns tying the other up with. Another example is a small, mother of pearl colored plug that Sinbad likes to stuff you with while he tends to the rest of your body. Aside from the novelty stuff, his toy collection is actually very ornate and well-curated, with the bulk of the collection being kept inside a locked chest.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is a tease, he loves working you up especially when you can't do anything about it. He loves the quiet fury in your expression when he whispers the ways he'd like you to ride him upon his throne in between your audiences with your citizens. If you grow tired of his teasing, he wouldn't be opposed to you taking control and silencing him by putting his mouth to work.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sinbad's pretty vocal, but I wouldn't say he's loud. He's a fan of whispering in your ear and his moans come at the end of each breath and so they take on this sort of high-pitched, whiny quality. He whispers the sweetest and filthiest things when he's inside of you though.

"Isn't it beautiful that destiny has granted me such sweet solace?", he lets out a grunt as you clench around him, "I find myself stripped of my station-- my very presence-- at the chance to sup from your divine oasis. My love, please sing for me, let me feel your pleasure as it crashes into you."

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He'd never outright say it but he loves when you're a bit mean to him. You once yelled at him for missing an important meeting and he nearly came in his pants. His dream is that one day you'll grab him by his hair and force him to go down on you for hours--leaving his cock weepy and unattended to as you use him solely for your pleasure.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a bit above average, his dick's about six inches, average girth with a slight curve that knocks the breath out of you whenever he enters you.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high whether he's in a relationship or not. He doesn't have the reputation he has for no reason, he wouldn't cheat on you or anything if your sex drive doesn't match his but he always makes it abundantly clear that his desire is always simmering just below the surface.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's quickish to sleep, after the two of you clean up, he's usually asleep within ten minutes. However, if the two of you try to get any sort of frisky while inebriated...good luck waking him up. Yes he will pass out on top of you--cleanliness be damned-- and yes he snores like a bear.

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Sinbad was above all ambitious.

He was never going to be the sort of man content with serving his lord, content with his lot in life as a peasant. Instead, he viciously fought and clawed his way up into becoming a man whose name was whispered in awe amongst the commonfolk and nobility alike.

Suffice to say that a man with such overarching ambition would likely become a bit greedy. Though Sinbad was never greedy when it came to ensuring the good of his citizens or friends. Even in securing diplomatic relations the man could almost be considered profligate with how generous he could be.

Though greedy is not a word many would use to describe Sinbad, it was one you found yourself using more and more with each passing day.

He’d decided that his latest attempt to shirk his administrative duties would revolve around the complete monopolization of your time. In this way he was not only greedy, but selfish, as he ensured that neither of you would be getting any work done today.

“Sinbad, we have to get up. I’m sure Jafar is already on his way.” Your husband merely groaned into your chest, which he’d hungrily claimed as his pillow after pressing a thousand love bites into your skin. 

“I’m sure I can convince him to leave us be", you rolled your eyes at the utterance, knowing that barring serious injury, illness, or death, Sinbad's advisor would show up and drag Sinbad to work kicking and screaming. Sinbad’s arms tightened around your waist, muscles that had been honed by years of training, flexed tantalizingly and you had to bite your lip to keep from sinking your teeth into them.

“And what of my plans for the day?”

He raised his head, chin settling into your chest before fixing you with a look that had gotten you into trouble a thousand times before, “I’m sure I could convince you too.”

Without even a moment of warning, he scoots further down your body, stopping at your navel to place a few gentle kisses there. The featherlight sensation is more ticklish than anything and you fight to keep yourself from reacting.

All innocence is ripped away from the moment when Sinbad’s tongue licks from your navel to your clavicle. His warm tongue leaving a rapidly cooling trail along your nude skin. He moves to continue his ministrations from the night before when you regain your senses. 

You place a hand on his chest, the simple gesture enough to stop his lascivious advance as he glances at you. “Sinbad, I mean it. We’ve both got work to do to prepare for hosting the Imuchakk tribes. The longer we put it off, the bigger the mess to clean up and the bigger headache for Jafar.”

He stalls for a moment, mind seemingly shifting from your horny husband to the King of Sindria.

“You make an excellent point my love, we should return to our duties post haste.” If you hadn’t known your husband as well as you did, you’d think him possessed. You were no stranger to his tricks though and you knew that the glint in his eye meant trouble. You'd never known Sinbad to concede without putting up a fight unless he had something else up his sleeve, "I'll just need one kiss from the love of my life to keep me going while I finish all that paperwork."

The all too innocent smile on his face causes you to look at him with further scrutiny.

"Just one my ass."

He feigns offense, placing a hand on his chest and sitting up on his knees dramatically, "Do you doubt me? I promise on my honor as the King of Sindria."

In sitting up, you could better see his dick, half-stood at attention and nearly poking through the blankets.

"My eyes are up here my treasure", your gaze travels upwards and...damn him. He's too attractive for his own good and he looks so happy that if you weren't already going to fuck him, you'd jump his bones just for looking so damn good in the first place.

“...Just one kiss right?”

He knows he’s got you and his smile grows impossibly larger.

“Yep.”

No sooner than you acquiesce does he pounce. Strong hands gently cup your face as he lovingly places a kiss on your forehead, eyelids, and nose, before finally placing one on your lips. You breathe a sigh of relief, as greedy as he could be when it came to you, you never found yourself growing weary of his antics. Truthfully, if he ever asked for every ounce of your time and affection, you'd gladly indulge him.

When he pulls back, your lips follow his ever so slightly. He laughs, "Just one, remember my darling?", he moves to pull away from you and exit the bed.

Your hands find their way onto his shoulders and around his neck, "You and I both know you're never satisfied with just one", your second kiss quickly becomes heady. A leisurely pace is established but the way that Sinbad's hands run over you as you press his body into yours is nothing short of electrifying.

Tongues dance as mouths open and hips are shifted to slot against each other. You've lost track of time and your breathing between kisses and the dizzying effect on your mind is intensified by the way Sinbad's bare cock ruts against you.

"Ah- Sinbad, we really shouldn't--shit! Shouldn't put that stuff off though."

"We're not putting it off, we'll get to it soon as I'm done with you."

Ah well, you supposed it wouldn't hurt to let him be greedy just this once.