WuWa ❤

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On the thinner side, and he comes a lot. He likes seeing it covering your chest, dripping down your hand and wrist, or from your chin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Monster fucker but make it tacet discords. Has fantasized about what it'd be like to be overwhelmed and used by one.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Moderately experienced. He's handsome and popular, and he's had a few relationships here and there, but nothing serious. He's had a few hookups but he's generally too busy to seek out connections.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Honestly? He adores missionary, loves seeing your face while he takes you apart piece by piece. Also a big fan of bending you over his "desk" (not his actual desk because it's Messy) and also cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's pretty lighthearted, not afraid at all to tease and laugh with you during sex. Actually loves and adores when you burst into giggles or laughter, thinks it makes you glow.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keeps it neat and trimmed, not necessarily for his partner though he's willing to take their preference into account.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

God, he loves you so much, and it shows every time you're together. He praises you without even noticing, just an ongoing stream of consciousness ramble about how lovely you are, how gorgeous you look, he loves you, he loves you, you're perfect

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Honestly I think he hyperfixates on his work for hours on end, and when he comes back to reality and is catching up on taking care of himself, he jacks off because of the dopamine high.

When you're away and he's awake in bed pining, he just can't help himself. Whenever his thoughts linger on you for too long, when he slips into fantasizing about the next time he sees you, he can't help but slip a hand under his boxers and think of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Toys - Again, we have all Thought About It when it comes to his arm. He is the original Thought About It. Will also make the wuwa equivalent of a bluetooth vibrator for you.

Praise (giving) - Goes nuts over how you flush and squirm when he murmurs praise against your skin between kisses. Genuinely obsessed with how you squeeze around his cock when he's inside you.

Exhibitionism - We've seen his lab. Homie has and will fuck you there when there's not too many people around. Is very very into the risk of being caught but actually would hate being caught.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bed. He adores fucking you into his pillows, loves when you fall asleep next to him, is kinda obsessed with the lingering scent of your perfume/cologne still on his pillows.

His second favorite place is your bed, for similar reasons. He gets to fall asleep surrounded by your scent and with you in his arms? Absolute bliss.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you tie up your hair or fiddle while putting on earrings. Little domestic moments that make his chest turn warm. When you destroy an opponent, both on the battlefield and during spars.

When he wakes up early and gets to lay in bed tracing absent shapes against your skin. When he looks up from tinkering while info dumping and finds you staring at him with adoration.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing. Sulks at the idea of other people seeing you like that, will reject the idea of threesomes, and actually? would probably tell you outright when you start the relationship.

Also isn't down for impact play or blood play. He doesn't like the idea of hurting you, much less doing it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving giving giving giving giving giving

Please let him eat you out, let him pin your thighs open and devour you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Leans more towards sensual, likes taking his time to ruin you. Will absolutely rut into you like he's feral under the right circumstances though. (ask him) (just ask and he'll do nearly anything)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Honestly his quickies usually involve kissing you silly while making you come as fast as he can, maybe even twice if it's quick. Then sends you on your way on shaky legs and finds a closet or bathroom to jack off in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's happy to try most anything at least once. Does research on it after you bring it up. Always talks it through with you beforehand, and then includes talking about how it was during aftercare.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Generally goes two rounds with a brief break between. Could probably push for more, but with longer breaks.

Can last a while! He's got insane willpower when it comes to holding out from coming sooner than he wants.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Absolutely. His favorite are vibrators, but he also has a small collection of dildos. And an adjustable harness :) (please peg him) (please keep him full while he fucks you)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

God, he loves it. He adores working you up until you're a flustered mess, cheeks hot and eyes glassy. He wants to hear you whine and beg, say his name over and over.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

More on the quiet side. Moans and sighs a lot, but isn't afraid to whimper or whine for you if you show signs of liking that.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a breeding kink, but the kind where he's into the idea of knocking you up, of creating life with you. Not ready to actually have a child. His dirty talk is absolutely filthy the first time you have sex raw.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Above average at 6 inches, and juuuuust thick enough it's a stretch to take without much prep.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Is generally too distracted by his work to notice, so it hits him hard during breaks. When not working hard he has a pretty average sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Your hands claw at the sheets as you sob through the third orgasm Yao gives you. You can feel him smile against your thigh briefly before he's returning to lick a hot, wet stripe up your cunt and wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucks hard for just a moment, making you choke and practically scream.

He laughs, his arms wrapping around your thighs to hold them open, and then buries his face in you. It's wet, messy, and above all else, noisy. Yao moans unabashedly as he eats you out, making some of the most lewd sounds you've ever heard as he presses his tongue inside you and sucks.

Your vision goes white as you come for a fourth time, and when you blink back to yourself you're laying boneless in the messy sheets. Yao looks up at you fondly from where his cheek is pressed against your stomach, still laying between your thighs.

"How do you feel?" He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss against the fat of your belly, still smiling. The gesture makes your cheeks burn hot, like lava is pooling under your skin, and you have to look away to keep your heart from beating out of your chest.

It takes you a second to remember to answer him.

"Better," you sigh, throwing an arm over your face. "Like I'm not gonna walk straight for the rest of the night."

You feel him smirk against your skin, and you can't help the way your lips form a matching smile.

Jiyan's face is buried in your neck as he inhales deeply, pressing his nose under your jaw. He has you pinned under him, his full body weight pressing you into the bed while he ruts slowly against your thigh. He groans, low and rough, an almost needy rumble of your name.

You shiver at the sound, swallowing as you can feel your face flush hot in response. His hands slip under your shirt, palming over your ribs as he strokes your skin, petting your sides as his hands drift lower.

He finally shifts, sitting up to manhandle you into a different position, and you suddenly realize how much easier it is to breathe without the weight of a grown man on your chest. Jiyan stares down at you with hungry gold eyes and you feel like prey.

Jiyan breathes in deep through his mouth, and it takes you a moment to place the action. Scenting. He's scenting the air. You didn't think his senses were enhanced, but watching his pupils dilate as he smells your arousal makes you feel like that was a foolish thought.

Hands push up your shirt and you help Jiyan pull it off entirely, flushing deeper as he immediately moves to pull off your pants, too. It's actually endearing at how focused he is, and it's only when you reach up and tug the hem of his shirt that he pauses, looking down at himself.

You know he's lucid, he had to be for you to agree to help him through this. You got the message explaining the situation, an allergic reaction to a TD that released spores, likely caused by his more draconic features, long before he showed up at your door.

He was apologetic, but repeatedly thanked you for helping before you pulled him close and he let his instincts forward.

He's deep in said instincts, now, his hands clumsy as he stripped himself as his claws occasionally catch on the fabric. You can't help but coo a little as you reach out, helping him with it. He catches one of yours hands once you're done, lifting it to his face and nuzzling into your palm.

Then he pushes you back down onto the bed, settling between your thighs with a pleased rumble. He runs his hands over your thighs, squeezing and kneading at the fat there, dipping down to press kisses up your thighs and over your stomach.

He kisses and nips his way up your body, taking his time to stroke and squeeze your stomach and breasts. He nuzzles into your neck again, one hand slipping under your arm to prop himself up while his other slips down your body.

He's so careful with his claws as he strokes his fingers over your slit, moaning lowly in your ear as he feels how wet you already are. He quickly spreads you open, dipping his fingertips into you to gather slick to drag up to your clit.

He rubs slow, smooth circles against it, making you squirm under him as he drags his teeth against your skin. He takes his time, and you have to hand it to his self control, because you're starting to feel like you're the one affected by aphrodisiacs.

You're soaked by the time he's satisfied, so wet you can feel it dripping down your ass. It would be so, so humiliating if it weren't so hot. Jiyan purrs as he finally pulls his fingers away, replacing it with the head of his cock.

Oh.

Okay, no wonder he took his time. His cock is thicker than usual, small ridges forming down the shaft, and you would bet that if you saw it properly that there would be a knot. Damn.

The head of his cock presses into you, slow as he eases you through the stretch. He presses soft kisses over your jaw and cheeks before finally kissing you properly. It's just distracting enough to pull your attention away from the stretch.

His hips buck and your eyes roll as he bottoms out inside you, stuffing you impossibly full, and he moans loudly in your ear. He mutters an apology against your cheek, and then he fucks into you.

His pace is uneven, rutting into you greedily as his cock ruins you. It's all you can do to hold onto him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you cling to him. You're careful to avoid scratching his tacet mark, unsure if you can handle a feral boyfriend.

You can hear him fucking into you, the filthy, wet sound of every thrust making your head spin with lust. He blindly gropes down your body, his fingers finding your swollen clit again.

He's not gentle this time, setting a punishing pace as he ribs circles into it. You sob on your moans, tears welling in your eyes as pleasure rockets through you. It's so much, so so much, and you can barely process that your mouth has fallen open, drooling.

Your orgasm is agony, pleasure eclipsing your senses as you squeeze vise tight around his cock. Jiyan fucks you through it, hips jerking as he snarls, then your cunt is flooded with heat as he comes.

You're gasping for air when you come back to yourself, a fucked out mess under him as you twitch in the aftershocks. He's still inside you, still hard, or maybe he's hard again? He's still pressed against your sweet spots, still lodged so deep in your pussy that the tip of his cock is pressing against your cervix.

He slowly pulls out, the sound alone sending shudders down your spine, but then he's pushing back in and you keen in desperation at the overstimulation.

It's going to be a long day, and an even longer night.

"You're staring," Jiyan murmurs, catching your eyes in the mirror as he puts on the under layers of his uniform. You give him a lazy grin, leering slightly as he works the thin leather of his under shirt on.

"I can't help it," you tell him. "You're just so pretty, and you look good in leather. It's no wonder half the rangers I run into ask about you."

You watch the tips of his ears turn red. It never fails to fluster him when you talk about how popular he is, it's incredibly endearing. You watch as he finally gets the leather to sit right around his waist, smoothing the front to his chest and neck.

You slide off the bed, padding over to take the part of the shirt that connects in the back, securely fastening it for him. You're still not solid on why everyone leaves their tacet marks bare, the sensitivity aside, but oh do you love the window in the back of his shirt.

You press a kiss to the top of his mark, feeling the shudder that goes down his spine under your smile. He gives you a look in the mirror and you return it with an innocent smile. Jiyan breaks under a second, smiling back as his entire face softens.

You distract yourself by admiring the shapes of his muscles, thankful the leather is thin enough to display them, even if that's something you despair about after battles. You watch how his back muscles flex as he shrugs on the harness he wears and very carefully do not drool about it.

Speaking of the harness, you reach out and straighten the straps that cross across his back, then give in to temptation and pull them a little, causing Jiyan to lean back against you.

He looks up at you in amusement, and you look down at him with a smile and a soft, "Hi, handsome. You should wear this more often."

"I wear it every day," Jiyan laughs, his head resting against your stomach. You take the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair. For a man who spends nearly all his time devoting himself to battles and strategy, his hair is sinfully soft and you've yet to catch it tangled. Unfair.

"Maybe you should wear it in bed," you tease, eyes darkening at the thought of Jiyan wearing the harness and just the harness. You leer at the pink flush across his cheeks, "It'd be fun to pull you around a little."

"Menace," he scolds, trying and failing to hide his smile. "Be less of a brat about it and we'll see."

You laugh, bending to kiss his forehead and nuzzle against his temple. Stepping back, you watch as Jiyan puts the rest of his outfit on, admiring the curve of his muscles under leather and armor.

When Jiyan turns around again, you've switched to lounging on your shared bed, watching him with lidded eyes. He bends down and catches your lips in a slow, tender kiss. You hum a little, pleased, and pout as he pulls away.

"Come home safe today and I'll wear the harness," he promises, his smile turning smug. "Maybe the shirt too, given the way you were looking at me."

You give a little huff of amusement, and nod.

"Very motivating," you tell him. "I'll be here, so come home safe, too."

Jiyan is careful not to indulge it, but there's something possessive deep inside him. It was there before he became General, but it's only gotten stronger since then. What was once an urge has become an instinct, loud and insistent.

He's so, so glad you're more than happy to indulge him.

Gorgeous. His favorite thing in the world.

Tonight, he starts with your thighs. Not his usual go to, he normally likes to spend ages sucking marks along your neck and chest where you can't hide them, but tonight he needs more. Visible marks are good, wonderful even, but the ones that make you squirm and whine and beg for his mouth?

The way you squirm under him when he sinks in his teeth into the meat of your thighs is divine. He worries a bruise near the crease of your leg, ignoring how you whine and try to coax him into finally touching you.

He takes a moment to admire the mottled mess of red marks and bite marks covering your thighs, his slit pupils expanding and a raspy purr escaping his chest. He dips back down, pressing kisses up your stomach as he squeezes and soothes over the fat there.

"Look at you," he sighs, pressing his cheek against your chest. "You're always so pretty like this, and flushed and needy and mine."

His words make you whine and he can't resist turning his head and biting gently over your nipple. You cry out and he soaks in the sound, his tongue soothing over the bite before he moves to trail hickeys up your chest.

"You should mark me up later," he murmurs in your ear, nibbling your earlobe. "Mark up my chest and back so people can see. Maybe I'll make you leave scratch marks down my back."

The idea of you marking his tacet mark makes him moan against your neck, his cock twitching in his underwear. He manhandles you, pulling up your hips so he can grind against you.

He's not normally the type to flaunt his private life, or even talk about it in general, but oh, the idea of everyone knowing that you're all his. That he's yours.

It makes him dizzy with want.

He pulls back, looking you over with lidded eyes and eventually deciding that he can indulge you like you've indulged him. You're dripping when he gets his mouth on you, crying out his name as he sucks hard, wanting to make you come now.

You sob his name when you come and he wishes suddenly that people would know when he's made you come on his face, when he's come inside you. He wishes they could smell it, sense it, intuit it. Alas, they can't, so he has to stake his claim the old fashioned way.