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dickarchivist · 6 months

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Hello, dear Archivist! I'm sliding into your asks with a fic request. Having read your NSFW Alphabet for Grave Squad (and nearly perished of thirst), I would love to request a fic for Banshee x reader, using this prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

No pressure, and no rush! Thank you so much for creating such a simp-worthy batch of OCs 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask @dystopicjumpsuit! And for Banshee too, I am honored 🥺

"In The Palm of His Hand"

Clone OC Banshee × fem!Reader (civilian medic)

Word count: 2175

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Prompt: “I had this dream and - fuck - you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

Summary: After a very provocative dream about Grave Squad's silent member, you can't get it out of your head. You wonder, what would happen if you told him?

Contents and Warnings: brief mention of a battle and some ear trauma, brief mention of blood, fantasizing, sex dreams, fingerings, hand job, oral (reader recieving), biting/marking, the hint of a skirt kink, Banshee taking his time with you

Author Notes: Banshee doesn't speak very often, and uses hand signs. All his hand signs will be in italics without quotation marks to show the difference between spoken word. He is selectively mute, and portrayed as hard of hearing.

"Ban..." your breathing hitches, whining as you cling to Banshee's broad shoulders, feeling his big hands all over your body. Curious fingers lifting the hem of your shirt, touching your bare tummy. His sleepy eyes lock to yours, he cups your breast in one hand, rolling his thumb around your nipple, "Ban... please." His other roams lower, gliding over your panties with slight pressure. Banshee sits you down on his knee and you rut against the plastoid armor, trembling at the cold against your thighs.

You're up against his chest, you can feel his breath on your lips as he leans his head down to-- your alarm blares in your ear and you sit up with a jolt, your own hands where Banshee's hand been. "Oh for kriff's sake..."

This wasn't the first dream you'd had with Banshee being the star. Ever since you'd met him, there was a pull between you. In his silence, you'd never felt more seen or heard. Seeing him with his brothers, he was more lively than on his own, and the first time you heard him speak was to a child. One simple word, and it made you melt. "Vod'ika!" Said with such enthusiasm as he lifted the young padawan and gave her a bone crushing hug. You wondered then, for the first time, how it would feel to be in his arms.

The second time you heard him speak was after a nasty battle had rendered much of his Squad incapacitated. His ears were bleeding, eyes closed, looking almost peaceful if it hadn't of been for the injuries. There was another cut along his throat, no doubt it would become a new scar, another story.

When you removed his ear phones, he screamed in pain at a decibel so inhuman it made you cover your own ears. It frightened you. Not because of the blood, but because you'd never heard him so loud before. His eyes opened, and in a stark contrast from the scream he'd just delivered, the feather light whisper of "Help..." made you want to take care of him for as long as you could.

He hasn't spoken since then, not with words. After fending off a rather terrible pick up line from his brother, Phantom, you learned that Banshee spoke mostly in sign. You knew a bit already, so it wasn't hard to get your hands on the material and start to work on it. Banshee smiled at you when you signed to him the first time, his hands moving enthusiastically to try and carry the conversation.

You apologized, signing that you don't know many fish yet, but you are turning the speeder. His laugh, soft as velvet, made your knees knock together. He thanked you for trying, and signed to you, much slower, that you can speak to him instead. It's been months since then, and you're comfortable with doing both simultaneously now, just in case you make a mistake with your hands.

But now, with last night's fantasy running through your mind, you find your hands fidgety for very different reasons. Banshee's in a quiet room in the GAR library when you finally find him. He's seated with his back to the door, books and data pads stacked in front of him. You notice there's nothing new written or drawn on his head today, leaving it a clean slate for others to write or draw on. You once snuck a heart next to the tattooed one near his temple, and quickly drawing a flower to say that was all you had added.

You stare at Banshee's back, toying with the hem of your top, wondering if telling him your feelings is the right thing to do. You figure he can't hear you anyhow, so you start to speak...

“I had this dream and - kriff - you couldn’t keep your hands off me," when he doesn't turn around, you keep going, "We were in my flat, I'd just gotten home, and you were there. You kissed my neck, and started feeling me up..." still without response from Banshee, you continue, "You played with my breasts, rolling your thumb over my nipple as you put me over your knee... I wish you'd touch me like that, I wish we could be more than just... whatever this is. But I'm too anxious to even say it to your face so you can read my lips, so that's for nothing, I guess."

You're about to high tail and leave when he straightens up from his seated position. There's the flutter of a page, then the soft thud of a book being closed. Banshee turns around in his chair, a sleepy eyed smirk on his face. Blush blooms across your face as his hands move.

I can hear you.

"Oh kriff..."

That quiet chuckle makes you weak in the knees, and you feel yourself braced against the door for support as he stands and walks closer to you. It's hard to take your eyes off his face, but his hands are moving again, and you look down to watch him speak.

Do you want me to touch you like that now?

"N-now?" Granted, you were in a private room, but that boldness wasn't something you expected from Banshee who always seemed to keep to himself. You nod, biting your lip and looking at his hands... he was even in his armor, just like in your dreams.

Banshee chuckles again, sinking you further down the door. He catches you before you hit the floor and helps guide you to the chair he'd been in moments before. Kneeling in front of you, Banshee cups your cheek before pulling back to sign.

Maybe you're not ready for this right now. This is a library, can you keep quiet?

You bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together. Kriff, he's serious about this... with another nod, you scoot to the edge of the chair, "I'll be quiet, I promise."

He smirks, then handles you with his large hands, having you rise only to place you back on his knee. Your skirt flairs over his thigh, and you feel the cool plastoid against your bare skin. You know you're wet already, but hearing yourself squish against his armor makes you shudder and hold his arm for support. Banshee sighs softly, looking down at you with a dreamlike look on his face. He uses one hand to sign, you know this one, and you giggle as his hand goes over his face to collect under his chin.

Pretty.

You rut against him, blush spreading across your cheeks and shoulders further. Banshee's hands start to work you, thumbs pressing into your hips and pulling a light moan from your lips. Goosebumps cover your skin, and you feel your nipples hardening against your top. Banshee moves one hand up from your waist to knead your breast. His gloved hand rolls your pebbled nipple between his index and thumb, and you stifle a cry of pleasure. It was much more, being in his hands, than you thought it would be.

"Shhh," a soft hush hisses from his lips before they close on your neck. You gasp and roll your hips into him, a hand rubbing across his short hair. Your thighs clenched around his again, "Ban, please keep going..."

He sucks a dark hickey into your skin while his hands continue to explore your body. He squeezes your ass in one hand, the other still toying with your breast as his mouth leaved marks across your neck. You pull your shirt off yourself, and immediately his mouth moves to your other breast. You moan again, feeling your slick arousal down your thighs, knowing your panties as soaked through. Your voice comes in a desperate whisper, heart thudding in your chest as you grind on his leg, "Ban, please, more... I need more..."

His eyes meet yours, and you feel yourself throb for him. He ghosts his lips across yours, not quite a kiss, more to share in your breathing. The hand on your ass slinks further down and you feel his thick fingers press against your entrance. As a cry threatens to come, Banshee collects your lips in a kiss to silence you.

His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and you invite him in, deepening the kiss as fingers rub your entrance with delicious pressure. You try to press his fingers into you, angling backward and rolling your hips, but Banshee doesn't want to give you what you want just yet. His breathy laugh warms the skin of your neck as his hand slips away from your entrance. You whine slightly, "Tease, not fair..."

As you pout, continuing to rock yourself on his thigh, he signs to you again.

Says the woman who gave her desires to my back.

His grin is was even more teasing than his hand had been.

Get up. Lean over the table.

You swallow thickly and do as you're told. You flip your skirt up, exposing your backside to him and swaying slightly. After he takes off his gloves, he grabs you again, fingers running through your folds, spreading slick through them. You cover your mouth when he stays playing with your clit, legs trembling already. "Ban..."

You heard the clatter of plastoid on the floor behind you, but not how you had expected. Banshee had gotten under the table, his face close to your folds. You can feel his breath on your slick thighs, and as two fingers begin to stroke and tease your entrance again, his mouth is upon you.

You bite down on your bottom lip as he takes long flat tongued licks through your wet folds, slow and deliberate. Savoring your taste. You could hear the satisfaction in the quiet hum that rumbled through your clit as he sucked at you. It took a lot of control to keep from getting too loud, but you'd had a little practice in not being heard. Stifling yourself, just as you are now, when the thoughts of Banshee overwhelmed you and you had to touch yourself before you could make it home.

You're snapped back as new pleasure burns through you. The slow play at your clit finally being accompanied by two thick fingers stretching your entrance. Your voice rises just a bit, but you slap a hand over your mouth before he can pull away to make you quiet down. It works, for now, a brief pause in his work, but Banshee doesn't leave you wanting for long. His fingers course in and out of your warm walls, you clench around them rocking yourself into his mouth and hand.

His other hand has been absent from you, and you wonder if he's stroking himself while pleasing you... you decide the thought isn't enough. "Banshee... I-- ah-- I want you..."

"Hm?" His hum vibrates your clit and you gasp again. You know he heard you, and that he's trying to tease you. Clever man he is.

"I want you, please, f-fill me up and--" you grip the edge of the table, a silent cry coming from you as Banshee pushes his fingers deeper inside. You feel your own slick dripping down your thighs at the sudden depth of his hand.

You lay your head on the table, feeling his pace quicken inside you, his mouth on your clit near torturous how he swirled it around his tongue, sucking and flicking as his fingers pumped in and out of you. As quiet as you had managed to be, Banshee still got a scream from you as you came around his fingers.

Banshee moves swiftly, turning you around to face him as he leans over you on the table. His armor hadn't been removed, much to your dismay and fantasy. In his hand, fingers still so deep within, you pant and clench around him again. He kisses you, and you taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and tangy. When Banshee slowly slides his hand from you, he parts his lips from yours with a smile, allowing you the moan at full volume.

You watch him, waiting for him to sign to you, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your climax. Banshee holds your gaze as he licks his hand clean of your slick, then pulls his gloves back on.

Next time.

You swallow thick as he helps you back into your top, hands ghosting your body. You pull him to you for a kiss, lingering on his lips, "Next time what?"

That velvet laugh of his, kriff you swear you could go again this second if he'd let you. He guides your hand up to his face, kissing your palm before setting it against his cheek. Banshee leans close to you, whispering in your ear, "I'll give you all of me, but not now."

You feel yourself tighten at the thought, a moan and shiver escaping you, "Banshee..."

He's off you again, retrieving your panties and then kneeling before you to help you back into them. Just to tease you, he licks your thigh with a cocky smirk, then stands.

Next time, Cyare. But not at work.

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dickarchivist · 6 months

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Grave squad of the 404th.

This is the biography introduction for Grave Squad, clone OCs made by me. They're part of a fake battalion, the 404th. The jedi mentioned are for context only at this point, and are also my OCs.

Jedi of Note: Jedi Master Dax'Malkin Valka. Zebrak. General of the 404th. Padawan Athena Bello, near human. Master Dax's last Padawan.

Word count: 2815

Minors DNI 🔞 there is the N S F W alphabet for Grave Squad toward the bottom.

Meet The Clones!

Ghost, Phantom, Specter, Banshee, and Wraith!

Clone Captain 1313: Ghost

Nickname: none

Ghost is the oldest of the Grave Squad Clones. He's a mission focused and goal driven soldier, but this doesn't stop him from making time to check on his men. Ghost is known to be incredibly kind hearted, making sure that everyone in his command is taken care of before he takes care of himself.

During a field mission, Ghost sustained acid burns to his eyes while protecting natives. Ghost lost his eyes, but Master Dax saw to it that he be given cybernetics to stay in the fight and prolong his life. Ghost's eyes are predominantly white, with a gray iris and white pupil. The splash like scars remain across his eyes like a mask. Ghost has short hair, shaved on the sides with a slightly longer top. After his accident, Ghost starts growing facial hair. The dark hair is mixed with patches of silver, fading in some places.

ARC Trooper 1404: Phantom

Nickname: Tom/Tommy

Phantom's a little cocksure and brash. He likes to think himself the leader despite his place in the Squad, and will sometimes challenge Ghost for his position. He's never beaten Ghost, even when his Captain was blind. Phantom is extremely competitive, keeps count of Droid kills on missions, and is known to cause bar fights.

When he's in the field, Phantom earns his name. He moves silently and follows the orders to a T unless the situation calls for quick thinking, which it often does. He's best with long range assault, yet remains a vital assent in melee situations. Phantom sports goatee facial hair with longer locks. He ties it back with a beaded ribbon given to him by Athena.

ARC Trooper 1551: Specter

Nickname: Specs

Lovingly nicknamed "Specs" by his brothers, Specter is the more technologically inclined of Grave Squad. His area of expertise sits with improvised weaponry, often making explosives or blasters with anything he can get his hands on. Creating gadgets and hacking systems are his second favorite hobbies. His first is photography. Specter takes photos every chance he gets, and when asked why, he simply says, "Proof that we lived." He's a little harder to get to warm up than his brothers, very blunt, but he understands when gentleness is needed.

Specter has a shock of white hair on his head, fluffy and wild, a broad Mohawqk. The sides of his head are shaved, decorated with tattoos of intricate swirl patterns.

Clone Ordnance Specialist 1666: Banshee

Nickname: Ban

The scars on Banshee's throat tell many stories, but you won't hear them from him. His brothers can tell you a million different stories, but they always change, and Banshee won't tell you which one is true, if any of them. He's quiet, yet despite his role in demolition, he likes it quiet too. He wears in the ear headphones near constantly to drown out the tinnitus from explosions. some say he's deaf, but even so much as whisper his name and he'll look your way. But he's not mute. On the battlefield if you hear his voice, you either duck for cover or you run. Things are about to get loud. Banshee communicates in hand signs more than anything else.

Banshee is often seen with a neutral expression, and half hooded eyes, making him appear sleepy despite how high alert he always is. Aside from the scars across his throat, Banshee's hair is his most defining feature. Near shaved bald, the fuzz on his head is blonde. Sometimes, for fun, Banshee and the rest of Grave Squad will draw on his head. Athena once drew a heart near his temple. He had it tattooed there shortly after.

Clone Medic 1789: Wraith

Nickname: Ray/Rai

One of the hardest Clones to pin down, Wraith is always running from place to place without end. He's a worrier, much a mother hen, and consistently double checking to make sure everything is in order. He's one of the few people that can get Ghost to sit down and take care of himself before others. Wraith is incredibly firm when it comes to the safety of his brothers, and has been threatened with a court martial numerous times for disobeying jedi orders in favor of the preservation of his brothers. Luckily, Master Dax never let them take Wraith, always saying that the medic was indeed following orders, his orders.

Wraith loves flowers. He pressed them when he can, collecting new ones on his missions and preserving them between the pages of a hand bound book with blank paged that Master Dax made for him. Wraith has a slight mutation in his genetics, giving him one green eye, and one standard brown. He has a well kept beard, and a slightly longer, natural curly hair cut.

Some Spicy ABC's beyond this point 👀💦

NSFW ALPHABET FOR GRAVE SQUAD

A note: All of Grave Squad is Pan, they like everyone and everything. However, unless requested, I tend to write fem/afab partners for them. With that in mind, that's how these will be answered.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghost: As with everyone under him, Ghost makes sure your needs are met. He'll man handle you, clean you up, had make sure you drink some water within the hour. If you're really messy, he'll take you to the shower and clean you up himself.

Phantom: he's shockingly clingy afterwards, asking if it felt good, if it still feels good, do you need a safe word next time, are you sure it was what you wanted, etc. For a man as outwardly confident as Phantom, he's very self conscious and craves your approval.

Specter: less so for after care. Specs would, with your permission, take a photo of the mess he's made of you, chuckling that it's his best work yet. Out of the 5 of them, Specs is the most likely to eat you out as a form of after care.

Banshee: he just wants to hold you. Keep you close, listen to your panting, the intense beat of your heart as it comes down. He'd enjoy Feather light touching, Whispers of kisses on warm skin. Soft, quiet, warm and safe. He'd want to stay in you as long as possible.

Wraith: he would stay as long as you wanted him to, but wouldn't be the most romantic for Aftercare. He'd wait for the body high to fall before taking you into the shower to clean up. He'd change the sheets before allowing you back into bed, only afterwards would he cuddle with you again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ghost: he's a lips and breasts kinda man, that oral fixation. He thinks his hands are nice.

Phantom: thinks he's the maker's gift to the galaxy, all of him is his favorite. He loves soft tummies and thighs on his partners.

Specter: takes pride in his arms and hands, they're quick, strong, and skilled. Loves to look you in those pretty eyes of yours

Banshee: he likes his tummy, its not rough chisled, but solid still. He likes that when he's not flexed, he has a little belly roll. Its not a body part, but he loves your voice. It's the only sound in the galaxy he'd want to hear all day long.

Wraith: his eyes and nose are his favorites on him, making him unique from the very start. He takes his time appreciating your whole body, stating that every part is his favorite, though you do catch him looking at your ass and chest very often.

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

Grave Squad: they all enjoy spending themselves inside their partners, but even more when their partners cum.

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

Ghost: He gets jealous so quickly. He doesn't have personal possessions, but you belong to him, and if anyone makes him feel even the slightest insecure about that, he's quick to remind the galaxy who you belong to.

Phantom: he'll try to deny it, puts on a convincing act, but Phantom likes it when his partner takes control. He'd never ask for it, but he craves it.

Specter: when he's in a creative rut, Specs will wear a pair of your panties that he stole from you. Sometimes he'll wear them just for fun.

Banshee: listens to a recording of the two of you having sex almost every single day. His headphones are always on, no one is the wiser.

Wraith: once accidentally exposed himself to a powerful aphrodisiac he was researching and pretended to be sick because he couldn't get his boner down for 8 hours. Spent that time furiously going solo.

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

Ghost: he's had his fair share of flings and one night stands, but yearns for more.

Phantom: first of Grave Squad to fuck, and has not stopped since. He's here for a good time.

Specter: much like Ghost, he's experienced the throws of passion.

Banshee: he's selective, and needs connection before making a physical one, but has had a handful of goes around the bases.

Wraith: someone draw this man a map, he can't find a date

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Grave Squad: any position they can see their partner's face in

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

Ghost: knows when to make a joke during sex, knows when to be heartfelt

Phantom: makes jokes afterwards, to cover up his insecurities

Specter: does not joke, but will chuckle if you do

Banshee: barely talks. If he does make a joke, it'll likely go over your head in the moment.

Wraith: jokes when he's nervous, so very often at first, but less and less the more serious the relationship.

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

Grave squad: all very well kept, Ghost doesn't let them get nasty (neither does Wraith). And yes, the carpet matched the drapes.

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

Ghost: he gets wistful, thinking of the future almost breaks his heart, because he doesn't know if he has one. But he wants to, with you, and he'll tell you that over and over. "I want a life with you."

Phantom: once you've broken down his fuck boy walls, Phantom is actually really romantic. He does stereotype romance when he thinks you're just in it for the sex, but once you've actually started to get serious he puts in the effort.

Specter: his romance is in subtle ways, like calling you by your first name when he only ever calls you by a pet name or your title. He may be softer with you, or come to you for creature comforts without the need or want for sex.

Banshee: if he speaks around you, fuck everything else, that's how you know he loves you. He uses his voice.

Wraith: his version of romantic interaction is a strange meld of his brothers, but above all else, he'd bring you flowers. Not just pressed ones, but live flowers, even ones he made with metal or papers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ghost: he doesn't do it often, but when he does he makes sure with 100% certainty that no one will hear, see, or interrupt him. Ghost is very private.

Phantom: has no shame, but at least has the decency to wait until he thinks his brothers are asleep.

Specter: will go solo to relieve stress, but otherwise doesn't unless it's part of sex with you.

Banshee: once a day, no one knows that he does.

Wraith: very bad at hiding the fact that he does, because he can't keep quiet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ghost: breeding, marking/possession, over stim, nipple play, oral fixation, being called "daddy", body worship, Achluophilia (darkness/blindfold)

Phantom: punishment (recieving, light when giving), sub/Dom play (both ways), wax play, praise, public sex, teasing,

Specter: bondage, recording, edging/denial, over stim, public sex, lingerie, underwear

Banshee: Akophilia (arousal through sounds), body worship, shower sex, face sitting (partner on him), Somnophilia (sleeping sex (with consent))

Wraith: Vicarphilia (hearing of other's exploites), breath play, medical play, shower sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) (other than the bedroom)

Ghost: over his desk

Phantom: in any risky spot

Specter: in front of windows/ mirrors

Banshee: in the shower

Wraith: exam chair/table

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

Grave Squad: their partner, always.

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

Grave Squad: non-concent, dehumanization, age play

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

Ghost: loves both

Phantom: likes recieving, loves giving

Specter: doesn't like recieving, enjoys giving

Banshee: loves both, especially giving

Wraith: likes both, getting better at it

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

Ghost: depends on partner's desires

Phantom: rough and fast until bonds are made, then slows down sometimes

Specter: sensual, but hard

Banshee: slow and sensual

Wraith: clumsy, slow, and giggly

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

Ghost: enjoys them, but not as much as feature length fun

Phantom: loves em, but less when youre serious with him

Specter: he'll give you oral for a Quickie but doesn't like them for himself

Banshee: would only do it if you asked him to and seemed absolutely desperate

Wraith: so excited about the idea, would love to, as often as you'd like.

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

Grave Squad: they'll try damn near anything at least once.

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

Ghost: 4 rounds, 10-15 min each, 2-5 minutes between rounds

Phantom: 3 rounds, 8-12 minutes each, 3-5 minutes between first 3 rounds, 6-10 minutes between final rounds

Specter: 3 rounds, 10-15 minutes each, 1-3 minutes between each round.

Banshee: 3 rounds, 15-20 minutes each, 2-3 minutes between rounds.

Wraith: 2 rounds, 5-8 minutes each, 3-5 minutes between rounds (he'll get better with practice)

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

Ghost: doesn't use toys, but wouldn't be adverse to trying for his partner

Phantom: loves toys, uses them for both

Specter: uses toys on partner

Banshee: loves a good cockring, anything to prolong the process

Wraith: doesn't know enough, but would be very excited to try them out

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ghost: teases a little (until you tease back/make him jealous, then all bets are off)

Phantom: teases until you tell him to stop

Specter: King Tease, doesn't stop until you use the safe word

Banshee: doesn't tease verbally, only touch, and only until you're in the mood and say you're ready for him

Wraith: would try to tease, but wouldn't be good at it. Unknowingly teases most of all.

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

Ghost: moderate, doesn't get too loud but can be vocal. Grunts and moans, growls. Checks in throughout, light dirty talk sometimes

Phantom: moderate to loud. Talks through the process, shouts when he climaxes unless he's going solo. Dirty talk and check ins veiled as dirty talk

Specter: low to moderate, brief check ins. Dirty talk in a whisper, will call you names if you're into it.

Banshee: silent for the most part. Breathy panting, soft grunts. Focusing more on the sounds you make. Eye contact for check ins

Wraith: moderate to loud. Panting, moaning, grunting, begging and praise.

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

Ghost: watching you ride him is one of his favorite sights

Phantom: makes sure you climax at least twice while with him

Specter: gets off on you getting off, way more than anything else.

Banshee: wants nothing more than to slowly fuck you for an entire day, would spend hours worshipping your body if given a chance.

Wraith: has a fantasy about having sex on a beach, but wouldn't do it because it's very risky health wise. Thinks about it often, though.

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

Ghost: above average length, average thickness

Phantom: average length and thickness

Specter: average length, slightly above average thickness

Banshee: above average length and thickness

Wraith: average length and thickness

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

Ghost: 8/10

Phantom: 8/10

Specter: 7/10

Banshee: 10/10 (surprise)

Wraith: 5/10

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ghost: doesn't fall asleep until after you do

Phantom: falls asleep within 20 minutes of finishing

Specter: falls asleep within 30 minutes of finishing

Banshee: stays awake as long as he can just admiring you

Wraith: once his Aftercare routine is finished, he's out within moments unless you keep him awake.

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