A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Ray takes aftercare very seriously. It’s almost funny how he can go from holding you down, arms hooked around your knees to pull your legs up and back as he drives up into you with powerful thrusts from beneath you, to pulling out so gently, murmuring that you did so well, pressing you down into the cozy softness of the bed as he goes and gets you water and a snack. When he moves to leave the bedroom, you catch his hand (“don’t be gone for too long”), and he gives it a squeeze and a kiss before pulling away (“I’ll be right back, baby”).
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He’s a pretty humble guy, but he has to admit that his favorite part of his body is his hands. They’re big; he can hold a guitar up in one hand like it’s nothing. His fingertips are calloused from years of playing, and you’ve found that makes it feel extra nice when he’s circling your nipples. He’s obsessed with every bit of you, but if he had to choose one body part of yours, it would be your thighs. He loves grabbing them during sex, kneading at the plushness, and sometimes, red-faced and soft-spoken, he begs you to just let him use your thighs to get off, to let him thrust his cock between them as you squeeze them together. He also loves laying his head on your thighs when you two are watching a movie, often drifting to sleep as he uses them as a pillow.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Ray cums hard. Thick, hot ropes that land heavily across your face, your chest, your back—he loves cumming on you, seeing you painted with the evidence of his pleasure. But make no mistake!! He’s all too happy when he’s got your knees practically touching your ears, driving in so deep it makes you cry, and you start babbling “fuck, inside, just—in me, fuck me full, Ray”—he’s a goner as soon as you start planting the idea of you getting knocked up into his head.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Ray is a big fan of physical media not only in terms of music, but also in terms of you. He’s printed out every nude or suggestive photo you’ve sent to him, little wallet-sized, glossy prints that he can stuff in his pocket and sneak peeks at when he’s alone. He keeps one of your tits tucked away in his wallet at all times, and once, in the heat of a very needy, very desperate moment at Warped Tour, he’d locked himself in a porta potty and jerked off to that exact photo. Only after cumming did he register how gross it was in there.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s got a fair amount of experience. Nothing crazy—he’s not the type to go and pick up a new girl at every show—but, being a talented, attractive man in a popular band has allowed plenty of opportunity to hone his skill, if you will. Which means that by the time he gets to you, he is familiar with some surefire methods to get you clinging to him and squealing.
This man loves missionary. He loves any position as long as it’s with you, but when you’re underneath him, he gets to watch the way your face twists in pleasure and how your eyes tear up in ecstasy and how your tits bounce obscenely in time with his powerful thrusts. He loves grabbing at your thighs and pushing them further apart, murmuring at you to “let me in, babe, you’re so fuckin’ good…”
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humourous? etc.)
Things can go either way with Ray. Sometimes, if it’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and the two of you are playfully wrestling, it’ll turn into sex that’s riddled with playful bites and smirks and laughs that morph into moans. But other times—typically after shows—he’s got a one-track mind to get you off. You’ve seen the way he bites his lip as his fingers fly along the frets of his guitar during a particularly demanding riff, and it’s similar to the look he has when he fucks you fresh off the stage. Determined, laser-focused, confident in his actions. He plays you like you’re an instrument yourself, pressing and prodding at every spot that makes your back arch.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the curtain match the drapes? etc.)
Ray takes care to keep himself well-groomed and neat. He trims, mostly because he doesn’t like the look or feeling of being completely bare. He leaves a small thatch of dark curls by the base of his cock, so your nose presses against it when you deepthroat him.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
You’ve never been with someone as sweet and romantic as Ray can be. Other guys you’d been with had been selfish with their pleasure, prioritizing their own needs, but Ray couldn’t be more different. He is always concerned with how you’re feeling, if you’re alright. Even when he’s pounding into you so hard you’re practically drawing blood from how hard you’re digging your nails into his back, he presses gentle kisses to your face and neck, grunting between moans about how pretty you are, how good you feel, how gorgeous you sound. Foreplay often involves a lot of sweet talk and lingering touches, his big hands taking their time as they drift up your body, squeezing languidly.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Ray is very careful with when and where he masturbates. Other members of the band might care less about being heard through the thin walls of the tour bus, but Ray isn’t wild about the thought of everyone hearing what he sounds like when he’s fisting his cock. Because of this, he’s only really comfortable masturbating when he’s the only one there. This leads to him feeling very pent up at times, and when he finally gets some privacy, he doesn’t have the patience to do anything but fuck into his fist like it’s you,
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks
This man has a size kink. He loves how easy it is for him to pick you up and position you exactly how he wants you, loves teasing you about how “your little hole is so tight, baby, can barely take my fat cock…” He works out for a reason, and that reason is being able to toss you around with ease. He also thing for marks—a fact you learned after some gentle prying on a tipsy night. Blushing, he’s admitting to being strangely fascinated and aroused by the hickeys, scratches, and bite marks you leave across his body, and often, the morning after a particularly rough night, he would stand in friend of a mirror, twisting and turning to look at every proof of pleasure you left on his skin, prodding bruises and pressing scratching until they’re sore and his cock is hardening.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Ray loves having sex at his place or yours in bed. Simple? Basic? Maybe. But in the privacy and space of a bed, he gets to have all the time in the world to make you feel everything. He doesn’t have to rush as he kisses from your mouth down to the apex of your thighs, large hands splaying across your skin as his plush lips seal over your clit, sucking in rhythmic pulses. One hand palms your breast as the other presses down on your lower stomach, pushing his tongue into you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
The way your body moves when you cum. He can’t fucking get enough. Your thighs tremble, your hips twitch up, your head tosses back and your face twists in ecstasy. Sometimes, if he’s pounding you fast and deep, hand clamped down on your stomach to make you feel every inch, you even squirt, whining as your body is overwhelmed with pleasure. He loves making you cum, it’s a huge turn-on for him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Ray is down to try out most of the kinky stuff that pops into your brain. Bondage, roleplay, wax play… but he just can’t bring himself to want to try knifeplay. He doesn’t want to make you bleed; the thought makes him queasy. Even the threat of the blade against your soft skin is too much for him to bear.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
As far as preferences go, he’s pretty torn. On one hand, he loves getting his face between your legs, thighs pressed against the sides of his head like earmuffs as he laps at you. He’s pretty good, too, and he knows exactly how to make you cum in an embarrassingly short amount of time. But he’d be a liar if he said the sight of you with his cock in your mouth didn’t make him want to bust on the spot. Since you guys started having sex, it’s been his weakness. You use it to your advantage, kneeling in front of him, slapping his swollen, weeping head against your tongue, nuzzle his heavy balls… he has to force himself to resist fucking down your throat when you finally wrap your lips around him and take him down though you’ve begged him to fuck your mouth before, and you gagged so much you almost threw up, but the feeling of his big hands gripping your hair and his grunts and muffled curses made it so worth it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Ray can be romantic, slow, and sensual if that’s what the moment calls for. As aforementioned, he loves doting on you and worshiping your body, drawing a crescendo of ecstasy from you after an intense buildup. Other times, often with your convincing, he’s less romantic. You had to reassure him over and over the first time you said you wanted it rough—he’s just afraid of hurting you, especially with how strong he is! But once he’s certain that you want it, and that you won’t break, he lets himself take what he wants. Doggy style with his hands wrapped around your hips, pulling you back jerkily to meet every hard thrust. Mating press, the head of his cock bullying against your cervix as you sob, arms around his neck. Slapping your ass and grabbing bruising handfuls of the flesh as his thick cock pushes between your thighs. He’s a sweet guy, but he can fuck.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If that’s what’s available, he wouldn’t turn it down! Any time with you is better than none, in his opinion. And he has to admit there’s something naughty and risky about having to be fast, and especially if you have to be quiet, too. But nothing beats getting to take his time plucking every whimper, moan, and sigh from you until you’re thoroughly spent.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He’s as game for a little risk every now and then, but that “mother hen” attitude he takes with the band dies hard. He’s responsible, and although he’d like nothing more than to fuck you wherever, whenever, he knows how much you guys can realistically get away with. You tease him about it, but you’re thankful he thinks things through.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Have you seen the man?? He’s got serious stamina. He can make you cum multiple times without breaking much of a sweat (though you love him when he’s sweaty). In fact, it’s rare that you don’t cum at least twice when you have sex with Ray. He puts those muscles to good use, bending and pressing you into various positions, hammering or rutting or lazily pushing into you until you’re crying and arching. Only once you’re satisfied does he chase his own orgasm. He’s a gentleman, isn’t he?
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Ray doesn’t use many toys, but he does own a cock ring. He was embarrassed when you found out, having stumbled across it while looking for something in his bedside drawer, but you cupped his face and looked into those puppydog brown eyes and told him that it’s super hot that he likes curbing his own orgasm. Of course, that conversion resulted in you coaxing Ray to “just try it on” for you. But of course, things progressed, and forty minutes later you had teased his cock with your hands, mouth, and pussy, and he was so hard he could cry, begging you with a shaking voice to please, please just let him cum. It’s nice seeing him desperate and wet-eyed for a change.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’ll tease you lovingly, like when he’s slowly pushing inside of you (“big stretch, angel, can barely fit in here, huh?”) or when he’s flicking your clit with his tongue just enough to feel good, but not quite enough to get you off. But ultimately, you get what you want with Ray. Some sweet begging complete with fluttering lashes and whines of his name will get you anywhere. You’re his weakness, and he just can’t say no to you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He isn’t the loudest, but the sounds he does make are enough for you to get off to any day. Low grunts and muttered curses and praise are most typical, but certain situations bring out certain reactions. When you ask him to take you roughly, for example, his grunts and words are more like growls, raspy and rumbling. When you tease him mercilessly, he whines, all sweet and pathetic. You just need to find the right buttons to press.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Once, when you were both high and passing a joint back and forth, you wound up on Ray’s lap, kissing between drags. You felt him, hard and heavy in his jeans under your ass, and you began to rock your hips. It started out playfully, with him steadying a hand on your hip, giving you a strained, blissed smile (“what’re you doin’, baby?”), but it quickly devolved into you grinding your ass down harshly against his bulge, murmuring in his ear about how good he splits you open with his big, fat cock, how you’d even let him fuck you in front of his friends so they can see how good he is. He came in his pants at the thought, and was embarrassed after (though you thought it was cute, and comforted him after).
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Have I mentioned he’s packing? A solid eight inches when hard, with a flushed tip and a prominent vein on the underside. His balls are nice and heavy, perfect for squeezing and rolling around in your hand. He’s got a happy trail that leads down to his neatly trimmed dark curls at the base of his dick.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s ready whenever you are. He most certainly seeks you out for sex very regularly, but you’re a little minx and you can’t keep your hands off him. Whenever you want him, he’s there and ready to take care of your every need. He’s got a very healthy, and very reactive sex drive.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Ray doesn’t fall asleep without making sure you’re comfortable, sans a couple times in the past where you’ve woken him up to have sex in the middle of the night (which he did happily, then fell back asleep promptly after). Under normal circumstances, he’ll do whatever it is you need, whether it’s a shower, water, or a snack. He prefers holding you against his chest until you fall asleep, anyway.
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