nsfw abcs post for ftm eddie and venom with a top reader!
mdni no pronouns for reader mentioned. some scattered unprotected sex mentions. and like the most minor gore ever in the d section. afab language used for v and eddie. also, i like to refer to venom by he/him
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
eddieâs very good with aftercare if he doesnât fall asleep right after sex. heâs super warm and his body is like, a perfect shape to snuggle next to. he holds you in his arms and will absolutely not let go. itâs super cozy sleeping in his bed, enveloped in his and venomâs warmth. his favorite way of giving aftercare is just laying together in bed, huddled up close, maybe even on the couch where you can mindlessly watch television. eddieâs not exactly a chef, but heâs had a lot of trial and error making morning smoothies that he will make you taste test. if heâs not busy cleaning up after venom, heâll be trying, and probably failing, to make you a smoothie that either will have too much sugar, not enough sugar, or lacks an ingredient he turns around to see sitting on the kitchen counter that was meant to be in the drink the whole time. heâs very affectionate and will bombard you with hugs and kisses long after youâve left the bed. he likes receiving the same, and especially would love it if you cooked him a really good breakfast or dinner. you can even cook together, all three of you. any mess and heâs getting huffy but he genuinely likes spending the time with his partners. food is a big part of venom and eddieâs love language.
venom is the same, not wanting you or eddie to leave the bed and keeping you guys in his hold even when youâre already late for work. he always keeps a tendril on you, essentially following you around your home as you go about your day or the rest of your night. if you donât get dragged back into bed, venom will hang over your shoulder. heâll try to cook you and eddie breakfast, trying out whatever weird new recipe he had in mind. itâs cute how he encourages you to eat it, but if you genuinely think itâs bad heâll just make eddie eat your portions. venom doesnât exactly need aftercare but he does like being pampered, especially if youâre paying extra attention to him and not eddie. itâs all in good fun but venom likes to say that you like him more than you like eddie. heâll snuggle extra close to you and claim that eddieâs not giving him attention, so amuse him with pets and kisses and heâll be very happy. if you have to part ways, for work or for other matters, venom will try to text you on eddieâs phone. heâs so clingy he thinks about just jumping out of eddie and latching onto you, but even he knows eddie would be pretty pissed lmao.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
eddie likes his hands. he fidgets a lot and is quite skilled with them in general. he talks with his hands too. he likes using his hands on you, so having his wrists pinned during sex excites him, especially when you render them completely useless and only you and venom can touch him. he also likes his muscles because heâs worked hard for them, and he likes his lips because he thinks they look really nice when theyâre shiny with your cum. eddie doesnât wanna fuel venomâs ego by admitting it, but his favorite part of venom are his eyesâtheyâre strangely expressive for two simple, white shapes. eddie finds them very fascinating, and often gets sort of lost in them when theyâre talking face to face. he also likes venomâs overall skin, the way it feels smooth and cool, especially when running over his skin or sliding inside him. on you, eddie likes your neck. he likes leaving kisses and sucking on the skin there, and loves seeing the bruises the next morning. he puts his face in your neck when he needs to muffle his moans, and he likes taking in any perfume or cologne you mightâve dabbed on, which also causes your scent to linger on him and in turn spurring venom to fuck him because he likes your scent too.
venom likes everything about himself and everything about you. venom doesnât really have a favorite body part of his, he just likes his overall strength and capabilities, and he likes that he can share that with eddie (though he might say he likes his tongue because he can make eddie cum with it alone). venom likes to say his favorite part of eddie is whatâs between his legs just to be cheeky but he actually likes eddieâs stomach and thighs. he loves running over them and squeezing the fat there. eddie instinctively tries to push him away but the touch is actually quite soothing, even if it sometimes leads to venom sliding past his inner thigh and inside him. on you, venom likes your back and arms (he likes watching your muscles flex when you fuck eddie) and especially your hands. he likes how you can pleasure him and eddie with your hands, and loves observing what you do with them. sometimes heâll slither across your back and onto your arms, stopping at your hands, like the way a snake might. he likes mimicking your actions; when youâre fingering eddie, venom will pump small tendrils into eddie with you. heâll trace eddieâs inner thighs, assisting your thumb where it circles eddieâs clit. and when you finger venom, pushing your fingers as deep into him as theyâll go, he growls in pleasure as he rides them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
eddie likes your cum on him. he likes having it all over his face, running from his mouth. he likes having his mouth filled with cum, which he honestly blames on venomâs influence because he swears he wouldnât be swallowing cum on an almost daily basis if it wasnât for venom in his brain. he just likes the way it feels on his skin, when your cock twitches in his hand before spilling over his knuckles or onto his tongue. heâll suck your cock clean, and will swallow down whatever you spill down his throat without hesitation. he likes to kiss you afterwards; moaning into your mouth, he hopes you can taste yourself on his tongue. he doesnât mind when you cum inside him, but heâs not as obsessed with it like venom is. it makes venom sound drunk and delirious in his head when you do it, which helps arouse eddie. and venomâll always hold open eddieâs legs afterwards to give you a good view before shutting them close, insistent to not let your cum spill out until heâs had a taste.Â
venom likes having your cum inside of him, whether itâs in his mouth or inside of his cunt. he likes being filled by you, and begs you to spend a night without a condom just for him. alternatively, he also likes watching you cum on and inside eddie. eddie is less lenient about the unprotected sex so since itâs not often, venom savours it. he wants to eat your cum out of eddieâs pussy afterwards, and then wants to shove his tongue down eddieâs throat so he gets a proper taste too. he likes to lick your cum off eddieâs face as well, and wherever else you might have cum on eddie. venom also likes seeing eddieâs cum on you, especially if itâs on your face or fingersâheâll lick it off, swirling his tongue around your fingers or cock to get a taste of him. when venom is particularly horny, he likes to fuck eddie with two or more tendrils, so after eddie cums, he can lick it all off right before eddieâs eyes.Â
with the help of eddieâs body, venom can also emit cum. itâs different from a humanâs, being much silvery and sleek, like chrome. sometimes it looks black, and sometimes it looks whiteâitâs beautiful, and tastes a little metallic with a very subtle sweetness to it. venom will only cum when heâs in his full form. fuck him the same way youâd fuck eddie, and with your cock inside of him, youâll feel that cool, thick liquid collecting around the head of your dick before dripping down the base. it looks surreal in the light, almost appearing shimmery and translucent where it drips like honey from your cock. eddie is particularly fascinated by itâsince venom canât actually cum on him, eddie opts for being fucked with your cum-covered cock. he loves the way it feels sticky inside of his pussy, how it makes him twitch from how cold it is in comparison to how hot the inside of his cunt is. eddie swears on his life that venomâs cum must have some kind of aphrodisiac in it because any time itâs inside him or he gets a taste of it, it just makes eddieâs head foggier and foggier with arousal, itâs like nothing else.Â
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
venom can make eddie cum without even actually touching him. eddieâs not sure how it works, if itâs some kind of placebo effect or if venom is just somehow metaphorically snapping his fingers and making eddie cum, but itâs a very unique experience. eddie can feel venom everywhere, in his veins, under his skin, touching every crevice of eddieâs body. he can feel the pulsing sensation of venomâs body running through him, sometimes even squeezing or swelling. venom rocks and pulses inside of eddieâs pussy, stretching across his walls and filling up the space, throbbing in rhythm with eddieâs fluttering walls. he worms his way into eddieâs head, behind his eyes, down his throat, under his tongue, between his rib cage and over his heart. the orgasm almost doesnât feel real; it hits eddie like a tsunami, washing over him. his body shakes and careens, his voice dying in his throat. he canât see for a moment, and he almost feels drugged. he canât think straight, canât even think of anything. he feels like heâs floating, but also like heâs sinking. minutes pass before eddie is able to speak again, and it takes an hour for his body to reset, to come back down to earth. itâs literally an out-of-this-world experience, one that heâs not particularly guilty of, but one that he likes to keep just between him and venom. itâs special between them; venom could choose not to do it at all, it doesnât give him pleasure. but he saves it for when eddie is particularly stressed, when he just needs a good old factory resetâonly because venom loves him so much.Â
itâs also not much of a dirty secret, mostly because at some point it will be revealed out of their own desperation for it, but eddie would fucking love it if you were to take venom into your body so venom could fuck him in full form. obviously itâd be temporary, and if venom doesnât just straight up jump out of eddie and into you at the first green light, itâd be something you guys do for very special nights, just every once in a while. which may even become an every-other-day thing depending on how lenient you are.Â
whenever eddie lets venom indulge in human brains, it kicks their adrenaline into overdrive. venom loves the way warm blood runs down his throat, and the way he feels so fulfilled after finally having a good, real meal gets him extremely aroused. eddie feels so guilty about it, but it really does make their brain foggy and their body hot hot hot. thereâs a chance youâre not even aware of it, when eddie and venom come home late one night and crawl into your lap, even when youâre sound asleep. theyâll grind their soaking pussy into your clothed cock until venom is scratching off your pajamas and sitting on your dick. and venom wonât stop there, he can still feel the way eddieâs heart drums throughout his body as it races in excitement, the adrenaline fresh in his bloodstream. whatever was left of their prey is licked off, and that same tongue runs itself over your throat, right at your jugular. his teeth, stained with blood, never break skin, but the thought of it still makes them writhe in your lap. eddie doesnât let venom indulge in a good, proper hunt often, but when he does, almost always does the night end with them on your cock, always hungry but never quite satisfied.Â
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
eddieâs pretty experienced, with his past relationship with anne and flings he had throughout college, but after anne and getting venom, eddie didnât have the motivation to really sleep with anyone. getting with you, youâd be the first actual human heâd have sex with after a somewhat long while. venom certainly tests eddieâs stamina, as well as his patience. eddie never would have believed heâd be experienced in alien sex, but alas. heâs gotten a bit rusty with humans.. all his charm and experience comes back to him pretty quickly though. he definitely knows what to do, especially with his hands and mouth. itâs just another new experience having sex with a human alongside an alien, but eddie is a quick learner and also a very hands-on learner, literally. once eddie figures out how to do something, he becomes very confident. all of a sudden heâs suave, calm and collected; you donât even notice some of the slip-ups, and before you know it, youâre questioning your own experience. youâve been skeptical about it for some time, but eventually you learn that venom guides him at times. eddie is observant, but sometimes venom notices things that eddie doesnât; when you twitch or swallow back a groan, when your eyes are silently pleading for eddie to move his hand a certain way on your cockâvenom sees it. and though venom doesnât like eddie getting the credit for what he did, venom still wants you to feel good at the end of the day, so he allows it.Â
venom himself is not at all experienced with human intercourse, and their way of breeding is more likely than not extremely different, but he knows a somewhat watered-down version of what eddie knows. assuming you started dating eddie after they bonded, venom has the opportunity to learn with eddie. venom may not be experienced with sex in general, but he will quickly learn how to be experienced with you and your body, and how your body works with eddieâs and venomâs. venom is also a fast learner, though obviously it takes a bit more effort since heâs still completely new to human bodies. venom would accidentally learn a lot about sex from movies, or even just online if heâs bored and decides to try to do his own research on eddieâs laptop. venom wants to learn, and heâs definitely happy to learn along the way, in bed with you and eddie. at this point, venom is more than familiar with eddieâs body, but yours is still somewhat a mystery; he has a lot of fun experimenting and figuring you out, and thankfully itâs also pretty fun for you and eddie, even if venom sometimes asks about trying out a random obscure kink heâd accidentally heard about on youtube.Â
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
eddieâs not all that picky, but he does quite like being on his stomach. it helps for satisfying angles, and he especially likes having a pillow under his hips, whether heâs on his back or stomach, so you feel even deeper inside of him. eddie likes positions where he can just lay down and relax after a long day, where he can just be cozied up in bed or on the couch with you fucking the stress out of him. thanks to venom, eddie does find he actually likes being put into mating presses, which is also venomâs favorite position for eddie to be in. youâll be fucking eddie on his back, lifting his hips up just enough to get a good angle in, and then venom will wrap himself around eddieâs legs to pull them up, pressing them close to eddieâs chest and allowing you to fuck him into the bed at an even deeper angle. itâs a surprise for eddie every time with little to no warning, but he loves it. venom gives him the flexibility needed to let you bend him anyway you like, and at the end of the day, eddie ultimately loves being man-handled into any position you or venom want him in. he does like his fair share of riding though, it just tends to be the position that makes venom the most impatient because he feels like eddieâs not doing it right, which leads to it being venom riding you instead.Â
venom likes to ride you because he wants to show eddie how itâs done, but he actually has a guilty pleasure for being fucked on his stomach. venom naturally likes being more domineering, having all the tools needed to keep you or eddie in place to fuck you how he wants, but he does like being pampered and he just wants to be the one getting the princess treatment every once in a while. he likes how you fuck him, and usually has no complaints unless youâre deliberately teasing him, which then heâll do his little growl and try to seem threatening despite the fact you know heâs a total sweetheart and wouldnât do anything he claims. heâll regret it a little, trying to resist the urge to turn you onto your back so he can just ride you and cum the way he wants, but he canât help but actually enjoy the anticipation and the little back and forth between you as he tries to convince you to ruthlessly fuck him. eddie enjoys venom being in this position too, just because he likes seeing venom actually submissive and under someone elseâs upper-hand. yes, your teasing also deprives eddie of his orgasm, but in his opinion itâs always worth it to hear venomâs genuine begging as you slowly break down his stubborn layers one by one.Â
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
both eddie and venom can be very silly. sex isnât something eddie thinks needs to be super serious. he likes to make light of things, and can maybe make things awkward at times lmao but itâs with good intention. eddieâs good at breaking the tension if the situation calls for it, but when heâs really in the moment, he knows how to keep the mood hot and heavy. venom likes when you guys have sex while watching tv because he can laugh about what heâs watching while also pleasuring you and eddie, but those moments are when eddie is just trying to focus on the actual sex and trying to block out venomâs commentary on the movie or show heâs watching. eddieâs a lot less patient for jokes when heâs on the receiving end of venomâs hunger, when venom wonât stop pumping into eddieâs cunt and forcing his hips up to take your cock even deeper into him. his patience tends to thin pretty quick when venom is dominating, while when eddie is taking the lead, heâs more casual and making jokes as he mocks you or venom for being pussy-drunk. venom can dish it out but he canât take it, he gets a little huffy. heâll make eddie limp with his legs shaking and then try to crack a joke afterwards just to fuck with him.Â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
eddieâs definitely got some hair on his body. sometimes he shaves where his tattoos lay if his hair gets too thick there. he has to trim his facial hair often because venom is a little sensitive to the way hair feels, and he likes the smooth surface (as smooth as it can be without shaving it entirely) to creep himself along. he likes touching eddie and will be deterred by thick hair, which eddie sometimes uses to his advantage until venom annoys him enough to trim or shave. eddie tries to trim his bush often, but he forgets a lot of the time, and sometimes is just too lazy; venom will whip out a pair of scissors and that gets eddie jumping out of bed real quick. his body hair is very dark, and is pretty noticeable on his skin. his hair gets a little unruly sometimes and venom really likes to smooth it down. if venom is feeling particularly romantic, he likes helping eddie shave, with a lot of careful guidance. he genuinely finds it domestic and eddie thinks itâs strangely sweet. eddie does get a lot of pricks though. whether you also shave or not, venom likes being included. heâll brush his teeth with you guys too, insisting you all three cramp into eddieâs bathroom to wash up in the mirror together.Â
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
eddie is a very passionate guy, so sex is always going to be very intimate and something he puts consideration into, even if itâs just a quick round of sex before work. he really loves being physically close, running his hands and arms around you and feeling you do the same. he likes when you grope him a little, it always makes him smile. he likes being pressed up close, especially when venom is in the mix (heâs good at taking up space). eddie likes to kiss you a lot, even when they wind up being lazy little pecks or brushes of his lips the more he gets drunk on your cock. itâs difficult for sex with eddie to not be romantic; heâs always got some really nice lighting going on in his apartment and his body is super warm with the help of venom circulating through his veins. eddie calls you and venom âsweetheartâ a lot, and itâs often mumbled out during sex. even rough, fast sex is romantic just because of how much love eddie has in his heart for you two. he may say he dislikes it when venom comes meddling in, slipping past your cock into eddieâs pussy or shoving his tongue down eddieâs throat, but he loves it all the same. he loves feeling venom slink a dark gooey hand into his palm, threading their fingers together and feeling wherever else venom is gripping and squeezing around eddieâs body.Â
venom is also very full of love, so even though he doesnât quite understand how to be romantic, sex is always fun and enjoyable. he does attempt it though, from what heâs seen on tv. heâll steal a bouquet of roses (before eddie had to race back to the shop to pay for it) and present it to you. even though like half the petals fell off and he convinced you that the thorns hurt him which meant you had to pet and kiss him to make him feel better, he is genuinely trying to be sweet. venomâs not actually bad at being gentle, so he can run himself over your skin just fine without accidentally hurting you. though being patient is not his thing, he does enjoy being able to drink you in and taking his time. eddie, though a little huffy, will let venom have some alone time with you (if in return, venom does the same). thereâs a lot of tongue action with venom that may not seem all that romantic, but it is intimate, and venom is very in-love with your taste so he takes his time tasting you, even if it means having to milk you dry for it. he also really likes to be super close to you, so youâre often pulled close to him, especially if you start straying; sometimes fucking him can be a little overwhelming, maybe you need to pull out just for a moment to get a breather. venomâll tug you back into him, licking at your neck to soothe you to give you a few seconds to ground yourself before heâs grinding on your cock again. you and eddie practically have no space to yourselves. not that youâre complaining really, but when venom takes the reins, eddie is often sandwiched between the two of you who are practically enveloped in venomâs mass as he keeps you all as close together as possible.Â
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
eddieâs never quite had the motivation to really just sit down and jerk off until he actually got with you and venom, which would be a little ironic considering heâd have two partners to take care of his needs, but honestly being in a relationship helps kick him out of his depression and lets him have the interest of masturbating. only problem is venom doesnât quite understand why eddie sometimes just wants to do it alone. itâs hard to spend a lot of time building your own orgasm when you have a horny creature living in your body that needs to be a part of every little thing, so eddie is often interruptedânot that heâs really complaining anyway. if eddie makes it clear he doesnât want venom meddling in physically, venom is great at spurring eddie on with words. eddieâll masturbate if youâre off for a long period of time, but venom is an annoying little tease that likes to make eddie frustrated before telling him he has to take care of it himself. but usually, when eddie masturbates, itâs never much of a solo ride. youâll come back home to find your partnerâs getting on each otherâs nerves with how much theyâve worked the other up in your absence.Â
venom will sometimes touch himself when heâs bored as a way to entertain himself since it riles up eddie. venom has learned a lot of different ways to do it, not entirely for the sake of his pleasure but more so to frustrate eddie. when theyâve gotten in an argument, venom will touch himself knowing that eddie feels (and sees) it too. venom prefers actual sex over masturbation, but also sees it as a pretty good form of foreplay or a way to âpunishâ eddie. he doesnât see it as a way to just enjoy himself and his body the way eddie and other humans do, though with time he does somewhat come to understand it, just not in a typical fashionâheâll like to see what exactly it is he can do, and how the feeling affects him and eddie. venom gets off on whatever eddie is feeling, so venom can come to really enjoy it, itâs just purely a matter of how eddie is affected by it. alternatively, venom really likes to watch you and eddie jerk off, though he prefers watching you since eddie wonât listen to the commands he gives. heâll assist you in any way you want too, and heâll love mutual masturbation where he can touch eddie at the same time as they watch you. Â
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
eddie really likes overstimulation. itâs something heâs gotten used to after venom popped into his life, and ends up being a much larger part of his sex life than he ever intended. venom is greedy, and while you are typically the âvictimâ of this greed, eddie is far from free of it. venom takes great pleasure in making eddie cum over and over and over againâhe wants him fucked stupid, and eddie will gladly take it. eddie also likes having his pussy really filled; with your cock and venomâs tendrils both inside of him, it makes eddie lightheaded with pleasure. venom loves squeezing past your cock where itâs pumping inside of eddieâs cunt and it only makes eddie more and more hungry. itâs honestly a little fascinating just how much eddieâs pussy can take inside of it. sometimes venom will sculpt a cock to fuck eddie with when youâre not around to do it, but eddie finds that having venomâs big, glossy cock inside of him alongside your own cock honestly turns him on beyond belief. he loves having his pussy stretched out as it squeezes and pulses around two cocks that he only barely struggles to take. and having his clit played with at the same time until heâs gushing around you, pussy fluttering and squeezing down to try to keep you inside of him, the sight of two, throbbing cocks slipping out from his wet pussy just makes him want to go again until he canât think straight from how many times heâs cum and been filled up.Â
venom would absolutely have some kind of breeding kink. picture eddie stopping dead in his tracks like.. what do you mean breeding? (because take a guess whoâll be the one dealing with these pregnancies if venom actually got what he wanted lmao). itâs just something that comes natural, one of those things you canât really shake. when youâre fucking eddie and venom can tell youâre about to cum, he just canât help himself; heâs practically begging for it inside eddieâs head, wanting so badly to have you fill them up and breed them. whenever you put a condom on, itâs the same song and danceâvenom goes no! and every time, eddie has to spend an extra three minutes explaining to him why people have sex with condoms on. venom knows by now, but that doesnât stop him from complaining. eddieâs honestly shocked venom hasnât straight up created a powerpoint presentation on why you should stop wearing a condom when you have sex together. you really have to find a work-aroundâat this point, compromises are what keep eddie and venomâs relationship intact. youâll have to be careful if you ever decide to cum inside venom; he gets addicted to it. itâll be the only way he wants sex for a while, and heâll get real huffy if you have to stop. he wonât be able to stop at one round eitherâhe wants to be pumped full. he wants your cum dripping out of him, and then he wants to be filled up again and again. and if eddie ever got pregnant, venom is already picking out names and planning the nurseryâhe is so ready to be a parent. every morning eddie is just like âlord, give me patience..â venom is very lucky he is loved.Â
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
honestly eddieâs pretty vanilla at heart. he likes sex any place cozy, like on the couch or bed. but he does find shower sex really fun, especially if itâs in the bath where you can just kinda have lazy sex, which if you asked, heâd say is one of his favorite ways to have sex. he finds it sweet to have really soft sex after youâve just woken up, so morning sex in the bath or shower is a really good experience for him. heâs very particular about the products he uses though so youâll have to be really special for eddie to share what he uses for his hair.. joking of course, though he will know if you use any of his stuff and has a mental count of how many kisses he wants in return for how much product youâve used because heâs corny as fuck like that. eddieâs a tired man; he just wants to sit back, relax, and get fucked. even venom, who likes to tease eddie to hell and back, will respect his wishes, making sure eddieâs laying down against a nice pile of warm, thick blankets and pillows before giving him a deep, thorough fuck. he prefers sex in the comfort of yours or his home, though he does prefer yours if you donât live together. he especially prefers a place with no nosy neighbors.
venom likes sex anywhere because he has almost no shame (especially when he can just figuratively hide behind eddie) and also because, as long as heâs getting fucked, why does it matter to him where it happens? subconsciously, venomâs favorite place to have sex ends up being where you live. he likes your scent, and is fond of being surrounded by it when you fuckâalso makes for a nice experience when they go back home to eddieâs apartment and venom realizes he smells like you and then they fuck in their bed and hope that the sheets smell like you too. venom would really like sex in your bed, because thatâd be where your scent lingers the most. whenever you move in together, thatâll be when venom is kind of in heaven; any place in your shared home will be his favorite. if eddie were brave enough for it, venom would like to be fucked somewhere up on a skyscraper, preferably at night, where itâs totally isolated and it can just be you guys, almost literally, on top of the world. venom also has a little fantasy for having sex on the beach, but only because he doesnât realize how annoying it would be to deal with the sand. still, he likes the thought of breathing in the fresh ocean air as you fuck him by the water.Â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
you just need to be a little forward with eddie. he likes confidence and will do literally anything you ask him. wear a pair of pants or underwear that makes your dick really visible and venom will continuously try to direct eddieâs gaze down to it. heâs very into being propositioned versus being the one asking, but honestly you can just kinda corner him against his kitchen counter or gently push him down onto the couch and heâll get the memo immediately. heâs also really into people in uniforms; if you come home from work and you wear some kind of uniform, heâs gonna try to very gently convince you not to change out of your clothes just yet so you can fuck him first. he also really likes dirty talkâvenom is notoriously great at it due to literally being inside eddieâs head; he knows exactly what to say to get eddieâs mind running, and because of how much venom loves to talk, it takes no time at all for eddie to get frustrated and horny. he also gets very worked up when edged so if you guys are interrupted in the morning, heâs going to be thinking about it all day until you guys come home and can finish what you started. venom particularly takes advantage of this, making eddie picture vivid images and talking to him in his head about what could happen if they just went home right now. sometimes it gets to be too much and eddie really does have to stop what heâs doing and call you, praying to god that you answer and are available.Â
venom is kind of always motivated for sex. heâs not necessarily always aroused or anything, he just loves you and eddie (though he claims youâre his favorite) and is kind of just. always okay with sex. like thereâs no world that venom would ever reject you or eddie if you asked unless he was genuinely starving, then heâd eat first and then fuck you (or if severely depressed, which means all he wants is to be held and coddled). everything you do motivates him. heâs a little picky with eddie, but thatâs only because eddie knows what to say to make venom upset so if they were to argue over something then venom is going no contact with eddie to the best of his ability and only fucking you until eddie apologizes. and then heâll fuck eddie. with you, totally unconditional. with eddie? thereâs some ground rules in place. but just like eddie, venom is attracted to confidence, so all you have to do is be forward and heâs happy to do whatever you want. also, venom does really like the way you smell, which he may not even realize is also what makes him wanna jump your bones all the time. something eddie doesnât quite realize is that venom totally loves it when eddie is pathetic. a lot of the time when eddie and venom fuck, itâs after youâve already fucked eddie to the point of him being overstimulated, where he had to beg you to give him a break. itâs venomâs favorite time to jump in and ruin eddie further. though he does really enjoy being the one to break him down first, and absolutely gets off on it like crazy.Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
eddie really doesnât want to do anything with too much pain, so he wonât like playing around with knives or wax. he knows venom could heal his wounds pretty quickly, but heâs still a coward at heart and honestly just doesnât really have a thing for pain at all anyway; even stinging pain doesnât do it for him, like if you were to slap him. venom will be entertained and, even though it doesnât seriously, seriously hurt eddie, itâs just not what he wants to do during sex. also wonât do any sort of sex somewhere high up, so even though venom likes to take you guys to the very top of skyscrapers and buildings for a nice view, thereâs nothing happening up there on eddieâs watch.Â
venom doesnât like sharing. once he gets attached, you are his. he can get jealous pretty easily, and even though it winds up being more cute, pathetic kinda jealousy where heâs tugging on your arms to get your attention away from whoever or whatever is making him upset, he genuinely doesnât like the idea of anyone getting too close. heâll make a lot of comments in eddieâs head if thereâs someone flirting with one of you, so itâs best to shut the conversations down before venom gets too upset. he wonât be into bringing another person in to your relationship unless it was someone he had the same attachment for as he does for you and eddie, and heâll be rather defensive of you anyway. venom can be petty, so youâll know when heâs feeling left out and jealous.Â
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
eddie loves to go down on you but is often backseated by venom lol. he likes to give blowjobs as a way to help you de-stress, and heâs very good at it. heâs only a little sloppy, drooling on your cock and needing to come up for air often but he loves taking your cock into his mouth and just swallowing you down. he also has a thing for you pushing him down onto your cock, even when he struggles for breath. he says he hates the choking but honestly quite enjoys it (venom reminds him he wouldnât let them die via blowjob). he also really enjoys receiving it. he likes being woken up with oral and is pretty good at receiving it without much fuss. he doesnât squirm too much or try to push you down, he just likes to lay back and relax as you eat him out and he doesnât care where you do it, though he does kind of prefer in the shower. he has a bad guilty pleasure for you pushing one of his knees to his chest to give you more access to his cunt. itâs really easy to bring eddie to tears just by eating him out, which youâll see often when venom is the one doing it.Â
venom loves giving it, though you were a bit averse to it at first just because of all his teeth. his tongue is extremely tempting though, and he absolutely knows how to use it. itâs definitely a new, very interesting experience to have someoneâs tongue literally wrap itself around your dick. heâs so messy, slobbering on your cock and getting it wet with his drool. he growls when he takes the entirety of you into his huge mouth, but itâs all good sounds. venom also doesnât mind being eaten out, but honestly he requires a lot more stimulation than just your tongue and mouth on him. he finds it fun to see how long you can go lapping away at his cunt though, and eddie really enjoys what he can feel of it. eddie is concerned about it, but if youâre brave enough, venom likes to sit on your face. he finds your interest in it intriguing and he likes that he can ride your tongue. heâs also pretty fond of the imagery, a tiny, fragile human and their small tongue diving into his pussy thatâs almost bigger than their head, that thought alone makes him growl in pleasure.Â
one of venomâs favorite things to do is eat out eddie; he can make him cry so easily just by sliding his tongue into his pussy, it gets his legs shaking. venom really doesnât know when to quit, so if eddie doesnât stop him, venom can eat him out for literal hours. he loves his taste and will literally drink up his cum. afterwards, eddie canât walk for a good hour or so. he was a bit skeptical of it at first, mostly because of the teeth. and also because eddie wasnât entirely sure he wanted a long ass tongue inside of him, but venom does ease him into it. with his tendrils holding open eddieâs legs, his tongue sliding across every surface inside of eddieâs pussy, and almost licking him dry if not for his slobber drenching his cunt, eddie can come without anything even on his clit, and honestly heâd prefer that because just finishing from venomâs tongue is enough to make his vision go blank for a good few seconds.Â
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
eddie tends to prefer really sweet, passionate sex. he loves you and wants to show you just how much he loves you, so his pace will be more sensual, and overall he does prefer that from you too. heâs not opposed to harder sex though, itâll probably just have to be initiated by you or venom first. i mean, he can be rough if he wants to (or so he claims) but heâs honestly a huge softie so heâll probably be worried about hurting you and will continuously check in, especially if venom is leadingâhe knows venom would never deliberately hurt you, but heâs still getting used to what heâs capable of doing, and he just doesnât want you to take the brunt of anything new he discovers. eddie likes riding you, but if venom is being a bit too nosy and really wanting to be involved, heâll settle for letting you fuck him on his back just because he doesnât want to accidentally break your dick or something if heâs fighting venom for control of his body lmao. he can handle being fucked fast and hard, though heâll still get pretty tired afterwards. sometimes he just seriously needs to get his brains fucked out if heâs been stressed or hasnât had sex in a while. you can definitely do a good number on him, but alongside venom, ohh eddieâs screwed. he absolutely wonât mind not being able to think for a while if it means getting a good fuck out of it, even if it spurs a lot of boasting from venom.
venom likes quick paces, but heâs not necessarily that rough. his hold on you is super gentle because heâs very conscious of how he treats you. heâs understanding just how fragile humans can be, and though he can get a little ahead of himself at times, he also is very aware of what his body is doing. heâll ride you, and though the bed may threaten to collapse, heâs barely got any weight on you at all. heâs pretty gentle despite what he may say. though if you want him to be rough, he certainly can be (while still being super soft and sweet because heâs also a huge softie and doesnât want to hurt you), but he can absolutely milk your cock dry if you want him to, itâll be completely useless after heâs done with it. venom prefers being fucked fast and rough purely because he can handle it. prettyyyy good chance you wonât be able to actually tucker him out at all like with eddie, and youâll definitely be the one exhausted before heâs even gotten closed to being satisfied, but he does find it very amusing to see you try, and will be delighted by your determination.Â
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
eddie doesnât mind them. usually theyâll happen in the morning before he goes into work. depending on his schedule, he has the luxury to start some of his work any time he wants, so heâs able to stay in bed for a couple more minutes (or honestly, hours) to spend time with you and venom if propositioned. heâs got a really comfy couch in his apartment if youâre genuinely too lazy to take the extra couple of steps to his bed lmao. he also doesnât mind sex in the shower, especially if heâs on a little bit of a time crunch. eddieâs a pretty passionate guy, so heâs more fond of drawn out sex where you can actually just spend time, uninterrupted, with each other. but even his quickies are pretty passionate, especially when you have venom in the mix who has a lot of love to give and is very good at making you guys cum fast if you need to be somewhere.Â
venom doesnât care either way honestly. technically, if you asked him, heâd say he prefers quickies because he doesnât exactly have the refractory period that humans do, so heâs like, well why not just have five quickies, quickly? yâknow? he doesnât fully get it. but of course you kinda.. canât do that, usually. he does like spending time with you and eddie, so heâd be disappointed to have that time cut short for whatever reason. quickies really only happen if you or eddie are busy, have a lot of work that needs to be done, or when youâre not at home and venomâs getting restless and you just so happen to be, very luckily, in a place where you guys can make each other cum without drawing too much attention to yourselves. typically though, eddieâs going to drag you guys home for that, and venom, though heâs good at making you guys cum in a short time, he wonât wanna just stop at one orgasm. heâll let you leave when you really need to, but heâs gonna make sure you guys continue from where you left off. if you or eddie plan to take a quick shower, guess whoâs gonna try to sneak in an orgasm alongside that. itâs easy for eddie, if heâs already showering.. but venom will drag eddie into the shower with you because he sees the opportunity and really wants to make you cum, which is not always an ideal situation for eddie, especially if venom didnât think to take his clothes off first in his haste.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
eddieâs got a bit of a rebellious streak, but honestly venom makes him so much worse. eddieâs idea of having risky sex is fucking in the restrooms of his work place, but venom likes the thought of fucking on the desk belonging to eddieâs boss, or even just a coworkerâs if venom really doesnât like them. mrs. chenâs store is off limits for eddie, but venom still likes running himself under yours and eddieâs clothes and feeling you upâhe can be subtle if he really wants to, but he also likes to get eddie frustrated until theyâre forced to leave the store because this ainât mrs. chenâs first rodeo (unfortunately) and sheâs honestly done with yâallâs shit and will absolutely kick you out if you canât behave. thereâs times eddie might tease you a bit out in public, but itâs usually just a whisper in your ear about what he wants to do when you get home. if you have a car, eddie will let you fuck him in it, though he does prefer you do it at night at the very least. heâll go down on you while you drive because venom can just steer you into safety if something happens. if eddie gets a burst of confidence, he has his moments, jerking you off in a movie theater or visiting your workplace to drop you off lunch before not very subtly leading you to any isolated storage closets or restrooms. venom often gives him the little push he needs to go out and do something a bit crazy, but sometimes, venomâs not always needed.
venom has the luxury of being able to do shit in public without him getting in trouble for it, but that doesnât mean you and eddie are off the hook. venomâs impatient, so if youâre out for a long time and arenât even near ready to go home, he might jerk you off under your clothes or slip inside eddie which can either be really fun or actually really bothersome, so youâll need to reel him in when he gets too handsy unless youâre genuinely not concerned about making a ruckus. sometimes eddie will let it slide because venomâs usually pretty good about not doing it during actually important moments (though once eddie almost moaned on live television because venom was trying to tease him a little and the memory still haunts him to this day) but eddieâs also still got some dignity left and has to put a stop to certain things. while eddie can be convinced to do risky stuff by you, usually venom is the one he has to put his foot down with because most of the time venom just wants to do something to piss eddie off lol. however, eddie gets a good burst of confidence when heâs had a drink or two, so you never know what kind of shit venom will get eddie into. venomâs definitely experimental, which can either be the best thing ever or a genuine disaster. heâs still learning the human body, and with all the shit he sometimes discovers online or sees on tv, itâs not super uncommon to hear venom say he wants to try something new. usually eddie is the victim of this, just so he can be his guinea pig and take the brunt of whatever goes wrong in your place, but if something goes right, venom is dragging you home to try it out asap.Â
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
eddieâs stand-alone stamina is not the highest ever but heâs able to hold out. if heâs really revved up, he can go two back-to-back rounds that last a pretty good while. heâs not incredibly desperate to cum during sex, and usually if he doesnât last long, itâs because venomâs touching his clit and pushing him to cum way sooner than he intended to. it entertains the hell out of venom though it does frustrate eddie quite a bit (in the best way possible, but he wonât just admit that). eddie really gets tired if heâs put in positions that make him exert more energy; venom sometimes likes to deliberately maneuver eddie into positions that require him to keep himself standing/sitting up, which is when eddie will get exhausted and need a good break if you intend to have more than just that round of sex. eddieâs stamina is higher in terms of actually lasting, but having a horny symbiote kind of unintentionally has trained his body to expect early orgasms, which honestly makes sex a little more interesting.Â
venomâs stamina is pretty unlimited, though he will need to have eaten beforehand of course or else heâs just really grumpy and sluggish. itâs not a matter of how long venom can last, but of how long you can last; heâs not exactly that familiar with the art of savoring the moment, so his goal, at least at first, is to make you and eddie cum as soon as possible. youâll have to teach him how not to do that, which will be a confusing lesson to learn. once heâs got it, he is actually very good at keeping you from finishing too soon, and can genuinely be very ruthless when it comes to edging and prolonging your orgasms. still, every now and then he kind of canât help himself; he just likes the way your human bodies react. he likes feeling your cock twitch in his hold, or how eddie will shake, how his cunt tightens. venomâs a little addicted to it, which makes him a bit dangerous in bed. he can drive you and eddie to tears as you beg venom to let you cum, but he also has no patience. itâs a little annoying for eddie when he wants to just lay down and jerk off for a night and then venom, not understanding why youâd go through all the trouble when you can just cum right then and there, will just make eddie cum in like three seconds which spurs on a five minute rant that venom completely ignores in favor of making eddie cum again.Â
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
eddie wouldnât really have toys of his own, mostly because he had anne for a good while and didnât feel the need to buy any, but even before he was in a relationship, he just never really had the confidence to push himself to do that. venom is the one who ends up getting toys because once he discovers something new, he canât get his mind off of it. eddie has to indulge in venom at least a little bit in order to get him off his back, so it results in a mini shopping-spree (all done online because venom would not be able to keep it subtle in an adult store) and about two-hundred or so dollars removed from eddieâs bank account. so yeah, venom has made eddie buy toys that he also uses on eddie (and you), and eddie will simply entertain it because even though toys donât necessarily interest him much, it is kind of nice to let venom be passionate about something even if that thing is making eddie fall apart on a ridiculous looking dildo.Â
venom doesnât use them on himself much, but he quite likes the way vibrators feel; so long as theyâre very quiet (not that a literal sex toy could hurt him anyway) and have multiple intensity levels then he does enjoy using those with you and eddie too. he has no use for handcuffs since he can just hold you and eddie down with his tendrils, but he is fond of the pink fluffy ones. also has no use for blindfolds because venom likes using a tendril to run over yours or eddieâs eyes to do it instead. only thing eddie has to put a stop to is when venom tries pulling out like three different dildos to fuck him with at the same time; thatâs when heâs gotta put his hands up like, buddy. letâs give it a rest. itâs hard to say no to venom for too long though, and once the intimidation wears off.. if youâre not home to fuck them, donât feel bad. and if they ever get into a big argument, venom has all the leverage.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
eddie has this condescending aura to him that makes him pretty good at teasing, but sometimes he also folds really easily if you beg hard enough. venom is super easy to tease because eddie actually likes bringing him to metaphorical tears and hearing him finally beg for something. but with you, eddie has a soft spot. he canât tease you for long before he just starts to feel bad, which then he gives up and just gives you what you want. venom is ironically similar, where heâll let you off the hook at the drop of a hat but is absolutely ruthless towards eddieâonly difference is venom needs to be persuaded to let eddie cum, while when the roles are reversed, eddie just needs to be in the right mood to be nicer to venom. eddieâs really good at bullshitting, so heâll do this thing where heâll jerk you off while talking about something completely irrelevant but heâll change his speed often, and when he notices you getting distracted he tries to get you to repeat what he said; heâll change his info to make it seem like you were way off before quickly jerking your cock. he likes to see you stumble over yourself, especially if youâre usually confident and vocal. he enjoys being the one to fuck you stupid, making you drunk and distracted with his mouth or pussy.
venom likes to tease you both in similar ways. when he knows eddie is getting a little aroused but doesnât want to make a move for whatever reason, venom likes to fuel his frustrations by touching him under his clothes, just feeling him up and teasing at his pussy. if youâre at home, venom will do this in front of you so eddieâs squirming grabs your attention. and then venom tries to act like heâs not doing anything when he very clearly was doing everything. venom will do the same with you, but he usually does it while eddieâs sleeping. he half does it because he likes seeing you get a little frustrated, but he also does it because heâs honestly hoping youâll wake up eddie so you can fuck both of them. venom also likes teasing eddie just by having sex with you. even if you all literally planned the night beforehand, where it was just going to be you and venom, heâll still try to rub it in eddieâs face as if he didnât agree to it. eddie tries to be the mature one but heâs got his payback ready in mind.Â
when theyâre working together is when youâre really in trouble, when they call a truce and remember what they can do when they actually put their heads together for something. eddie knows exactly what to do and where to touch you and venom is completely ruthless, being able to hold you down and maneuver you any way he likes. venom really likes teasing you and touching you, not even bothering to hide how much enjoyment he gets out of making you squirm. heâs very intrigued by the human body and wants to make the most of it. he hangs on to every reaction your body makes and files it away to be used for later. when eddie and venom have your body memorized, youâll miss when all they did was bicker and fight for their turn.Â
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
eddie can be a little loud sometimes, but heâs actually considerate of his surroundings. unlike venom, eddie always tries to be quiet for the sake of his neighbors. eddieâs a bit more physically verbal; heâll nod his head when you do something he likes, sometimes pairing it with a breathy moan or a hiss if you surprise him. once he gets close to his orgasm, his volume decreases until he cums, which then heâll let out one last moan or exhausted groan. venom likes to do anything he can to surprise eddie so heâll pick up volume (especially if thereâs a neighbor that venom doesnât like), like slithering inside him beside your cock to fill eddie up even more; it works, though not in eddieâs favorâyour neighbors have many, many unanswered questions. if eddieâs not biting back moans, he might be mumbling under his breath. sometimes itâs half-assed responses to whatever venom is saying in his head, and sometimes itâs just genuine declarations of love that his brain canât help but just say aloud.Â
venom talks mostly in eddieâs head, so to eddie, yeah heâs loud as shit and venom knows it. heâs very verbal in the form of yapping since he doesnât necessarily moan or make sounds of pleasure unless eddie does, and his volume doesnât really pick up either. while eddie is very easily brought to incoherent mumbling the longer you fuck him, venomâs yapping doesnât falter much. he will keep talking and talking, and if you want him to stop heâll simply just talk in eddieâs head and drive him nuts instead. after an orgasm, venom makes rumbly noises, sometimes even does his own version of purring. they also happen during orgasms, but usually the actual orgasm is pretty quiet except for venom chanting yes over and over again, sometimes in tandem with eddie.Â
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
venom is greedy and likes pissing eddie off, so he really likes keeping him held down while you fuck him in front of eddie. venom likes to mock and taunt eddie, and though it isnât genuinely mean, you have to shush him or else he just wonât stop. he enjoys anything that involves getting something good that eddie isnât also receiving, so youâll kind of be venomâs plaything for a little bit as he does whatever he wants with you to make eddie writhe in desperation. often, youâll be in the midst of their back-and-forths as they each try to get control, and itâs just a matter of who will be the one milking your cock dry before the other wants their rightful turn.Â
eddie shares the sentiment, but he really likes the power dynamic of being able to have some leverage over venom. physically, he canât win. but at the end of the day itâs eddieâs body and venom inevitably has to listen to him, so eddie can just keep him at bay while you fuck him, and though venomâs whining typically annoys eddie, hearing him whine out of frustration turns eddie on like crazy; plus, he likes that venom actually has to listen to him for once and while it doesnât last long, having the upper hand feels really good.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
eddieâs got some stomach pudge that heâs not too proud of that venom tries to convince him to work off, but then makes them eat nothing but junk food and high carb meals for two weeks and acts surprised when eddie just keeps gaining weight. has some body hair of course, on his arms and stomach and legs, but he has to keep them pretty trimmed (which sometimes just winds up being completely shaved out of frustration lmao) along with his facial (and bush) hair because venom doesnât really like the feeling of body hair and that was their way of compromisingâheâs got a couple of bald spots on his thighs caused by a lot of friction from his jeans which become some of venomâs favorite spots to run his tendrils across, which is nice because eddie has some thick thighs (and a nice ass, which venom also really likes). also has a single, small scar on the top of his hand just above his wrist where anneâs cat once scratched him really badly; itâs very faint, but still visible. youâll find that eddieâs pussy always feels a little tight around your dick, even after hours of foreplay; itâs just how it is, but sometimes, venom will coat himself along eddieâs walls, like a fleshlight within eddieâs actual pussy. youâre not even fully aware of it half the time, so randomly, eddie will be an even tighter fit than normalâsometimes they donât even tell you.
well. venom is venom. he can make anything you want, any kind of pussy, no matter how tight, and any kind of overall body youâd like. sometimes he doesnât really need to be anything and he can just wrap himself around your cock. when venomâs completely taken over eddieâs body, heâs smooth and essentially flawless. normally heâs got nothing between his legs unless he wants there to be, in which case he can just form a pussy that at first, used to just be a simple indent for you to fuck until he accidentally discovered the internet and now can create actual detailed, textured pussies with varying widths and depths. theyâll even have clits that swell when touched, and with the cum that venom is able to produce, his pussy can be wet and warm, even with how cool his skin normally is. his body is super smooth and soft, sometimes even a little bit velvetyâitâs a very unreal feeling. he can make any sort of appendage; he can fuck eddie with simple tendrils just as well as he can fuck eddie with an intricately designed cockâsometimes heâll even mimic yours, the only difference being the white veins that bulge around it.Â
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
eddieâs sex drive isnât that consistent. he can get easily swamped with work or super absorbed in something to the point where he completely forgoes sex altogether unless you or venom initiate it. without venom influencing him, if you had to put it on a scale of one to ten, itâd be about a four? having a partner increases it to five, but typically his libido isnât all that high. doesnât mean heâll reject you if you initiate sex though; heâll most likely always say yes unless he needs to do something really important or time sensitive. even if heâs tired, the proposition wakes him up enough, and he doesnât mind sleepy sex anyway. if you ever leave for days at a time because of work or family, thatâll be the unfortunate time eddieâs sex drive spikes. him and venom will miss you dearly and youâll probably end up getting a lot of sexting attempts by venom whoâs not quite yet mastered texting but is trying his absolute best to entice you to come home. eddieâs not actually all that bad at it himself; when he finds the confidence and doesnât fear someone will see your phone messages, heâll send you a simple text or two explaining how much he misses you.Â
venom doesnât reeaally have like, an actual sex drive, but heâs also down for sex at literally any time. he does not care if eddie has to be at work in five minutes, he will fuck you because you asked and he loves you and wants to make you happy. technically, in a way, heâs always horny, but he still kind of has to abide by the rules of eddieâs body, so even though he seems like he has unlimited energy and a super high libido, he does have his limits and eddie wonât just let him do anything he wants. but venom is very interested in you and pretty much has no self-control when it comes to when, where, and how much he has sex. he likes being able to indulge in something and do it for fun, and if not for your and eddieâs limited stamina, venom could essentially go for as long as he wanted and have zero drop in interest. venom usually properly initiates when eddie is even the slightest bit aroused, and he will absolutely not say no to you whenever you ask. sometimes itâs a little bewildering how horny a creature with no sex drive can be.Â
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
eddieâs prone to passing out right after. thanks to venom, he can get a sort of adrenal fatigue where heâll be so pumped up with adrenaline that he can quickly shut down and become exhausted right after, so sex tends to knock him out pretty fast. if he doesnât fall asleep immediately after, itâs probably because he either has to get up for work or something, or because venom is keeping him awake for one reason or another. their sleep schedules are inconsistent nowadays, so if eddie doesnât get enough sleep the previous night, heâs gonna be passed the hell out after sex. heâs a super deep sleeper at times too.
venom doesnât sleep, though sometimes he may âpretendâ to be alongside you and eddie to kinda fit in, in which case heâll only do that if youâre both asleep. otherwise venomâs not sleeping and will be wide, wide awake. when you guys are sleeping is when he can better observe the two of you. if either of you are struggling in sleep, if youâre having bad dreams or are unable to get comfortable, venom is a good support. he will collect himself over your chests and simulate a sort of purring sensation as his way of trying to soothe you. if you like being snuggled close, venom will gently pull you and eddie into a warm embrace and wonât let you guys free until youâve woken up.Â
thought itâd be fun to try out those nsfw abcs so here's my first one ever for an ftm sonar with a top reader
mdni no pronouns mentioned for reader. obviously afab language used for victor and a mention of top surgery scars. also small warning for various mentions of substance usage/abuse since itâs vic lol. and i used @/the-coldest-goodbye 's template!
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
heâs the type that tries to strike up a conversation after, sometimes itâs awkward but it is genuinely kind of endearing. in a relationship with someone heâs actually interested in, he tries to check in on you without making it obvious that itâs what heâs trying to do, so he kinda dances around the topic until you reassure him you enjoyed your time. depending on how the day went or how the sex was, if heâs tuckered out heâll just lay there but won't fall asleep unless you do; he hovers a bit, and will probably kinda trail after you if you tend to get up and do things after sex. he likes being around you and soaks up your affections like a sponge so heâll be silently wanting to be held or kissed. he can cook a mean post-sex meal, which is his best way to show you that he cares because in the beginning heâs gonna be a little too awkward for verbal confirmation. heâs also a huge fan of post-sex showers, which sometimes leads to another round but itâs always super relaxing. he likes sharing hair and body products.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
heâs kind of into everything about him just due to him trying to cope with his insecurities by turning his self-consciousness into ego, but heâll end up liking whatever it is you like about him. heâll lean more into his human parts, his chest and arms and muscles, but if youâre really into his bat features and give those parts of him the most attention, heâll slowly begin to agree with you and be less harsh on those parts of himself. he inflates his brains the most, though he brags about being smart in the wrong areas.
on his partner, he pretty much likes everything about you. he wants to say his favorite thing is your overall body, your chest and muscles, your hands especially. but he really likes your face, not just because he finds you stunning but because heâll really like it if youâre expressive. he stares at your face a lot, whether you realize it or not. he likes to watch you talk and smile, drifting often to your lips. heâd really like it if you talked a lot, both in the bedroom and out. he finds your lips attractive and really likes looking into your eyes.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
victor can be as dirty as he can be sweet. he likes your cum in his mouth, on his face, in his fur, on his skin, anywhere inside him. he has no issues with it. some days he has more interest in it than others; heâll read a random reddit post of someone saying how much they like it when their partner cums on their face and itâll be the only thing he wants to do for like five days. heâs easily influenced and almost anything and everything gets his mind running. heâs not particularly in love with the taste of cum or anything, but he does like it. when he sees himself in the mirror afterwards and sees wherever you got some on him, he canât stop staring at it for a couple of minutes. it can be kind of annoying having to take a shower after if it gets in his fur, but that just means he can drag you into the shower with him and heâs more than alright with that.
on you, victor likes it when his cumâs visible. if he can see it around your mouth or dripping from your chin, it turns him on like crazy. he wants to please you, so if you like pushing your fingers, coated in his cum, into his mouth; he will suck them clean and will want to be praised for it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
heâs kind of a voyeur. he wishes he had invisigalâs powers because his bat form doesnât exactly help with subtlety. in his days before working for the sdn, he got off on watching people fuck and doing coke off each otherâs stomachs or dicksâat least he didnât need to hide himself then, being free to sit at a club as people got hot and heavy with each other until heâd sneak into the bathrooms behind them and listen to them fuck in the next stall over. now, itâs a lot harder to do that when he needs to actually make a good impression of himself, but if you were okay with it, heâll totally settle for watching you touch yourself, whether itâs in a public setting where he can âsneakilyâ listen and watch you from above as you jerk off in an alley, or simply watching you at the end of your bed in the comfort of your bedroom.Â
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
heâs good at hooking up and having quickies, but heâs not experienced when it comes to being in a relationship and actually having sex with someone who doesnât just see him as an exotic piece of meat to scratch off their bingo card. heâs not used to being gently caressed and kissed, or taking things slow; undressing for the sake of appreciating the othersâ body and less to just ogle. any way you fuck him, itâs going to feel different purely because youâre not just a quick fuck, youâre actually someone who loves and likes him. he knows how to give quick, mindless blow jobs and hand jobs, but heâs not so used to being eaten out slowly and methodically.Â
you have to kind of teach him, with time, to get used to being in a relationship. when heâs anxiously pacing his kitchen because heâs trying to prepare himself for you to leave after your night together, you have to be ready to cook him breakfast and send him off for work with a promise that youâll be waiting for him. heâs going to be someone who cums really early, because thatâs what heâs used toâitâs actually fun to train his stamina and prepare him for long, intimate nights. when he gets used to being in a committed relationship, his experience does shine through, it just has to be tweaked a little bit in order to break the habits heâs developed from years of hook-ups that more often than not happened while under the influence.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
victorâs cool with anything, and doesnât particularly have any favorites just because he likes it all, but he does really like being on his stomach. he likes switching positions mid-sex, usually anything where he starts on his back and then ends on his stomach. he just likes having his face stuffed into the pillows or sheets as you fuck him from behind, and he doesnât mind being bent over your couch or kitchen counters if you donât have the patience to drag him into your bed. sometimes if the sex is very intimate and sweet, heâll get a bit embarrassed, so he likes not having you see his face since itâs very obvious when heâs becoming bashful or shy. itâs not really a position, but he also really likes shower sexâit makes for an easy clean up and he really likes being pressed against the cool wall/glass of the shower as hot water runs down his body. he also really likes a position where he can lean back against you as you fuck up into himânot only does it let you deeply fuck him, but you can also easily keep his legs held open. heâll squirm a lot but only because it feels so good.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
victorâs humor is a little drier so heâs not exactly going to try to make jokes, but sometimes among his mindless yapping he might say something a little silly that could make you laugh. humor doesnât ruin the moment for victor, unless youâre like, constantly making jokes, then he wonât be bothered per se but heâs just not going to be listening if youâre fucking him well enough. if youâre poking fun at him he might get a little huffy but itâs not going to put him out of the mood too much. any jokes he makes will probably be saved for after youâre done. like maybe heâll point out that the cum stain you left on his stomach kinda looks like a dick or somethingâthose will be the kinda jokes he makes.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he used to shave in the past but then found his hair tended to re-grow really quickly so he dropped it after he became too depressed to really keep up with it and now doesnât bother much with it. if you had a problem, heâd probably be motivated to do something about it. but for himself? he doesnât care much. heâs probably read a lot of those alpha male pick-up artists say that having more body hair makes you more desirable and used that to cope. getting in a relationship would be when he started to think about it; he wouldnât shave, but he would trim. thereâs not much he can do about his actual fur, but heâd definitely trim his bush up a little. heâd do like three snips and call it a day because heâs too attached to his body hair. he loves his happy trail and arm hair so heâd be quietly hoping to god that you arenât someone who dislikes that sort of thing.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he tries to act really cool and suave but heâs honestly such a sap. he wonât try to be âromanticâ unless you take that first step because heâs actually kind of afraid of rejection, but if youâre all intimate and sweet, holding his face in your hands as you kiss him (especially paying extra attention to his bat features), he will absolutely melt. he might have been trying to lead you, talking like heâs got the whole night planned but the second you gently touch him, kissing up his body and whispering about how much you love him, he will be speechless and wonât know what to do with himself. especially if you give him a lot of aftercare and make sure heâs doing okay, offering to huddle up close or eat a meal together, itâs like an arrow through his heart. heâll have a difficult time doing it back because heâs kinda awkward about it, but in a relationship, victor falls really hard, so even though he may act a little weird itâs just because he wants to be all sweet and lovey-dovey with you back but itâs still something heâs learning to do. heâs better at going about it after sex, like cooking you a meal or getting you a dessert you like. but in the moment, heâs kinda freezing up and stumbling over himself because heâs not quite sure what to do. his constant eye-contact (of what you can tell) is his best way of trying to show you how smitten he is.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he did it a lot before getting in a relationship with you, mostly when he was drunk or high, but as his sex drive slows down a little bit, the amount he jerks off kinda reduces. he becomes busy with work which causes him to just come home exhausted, but once getting with you, his sex drive does a little relapse and comes back somewhat full force. heâd prefer sex with you of course, but heâs also got no problem with handling his problems on his own. heâs easily motivated and could literally jerk off to a text message you send, so you shouldnât worry about leaving him to tend to himself even when heâs whining about it. heâs got no self-control about it and will make himself cum as soon as he needs to and if he needs to jerk off again, heâll just do it. he doesnât really do it for fun, but sometimes if heâs completely fucking bored and has nothing else to do, heâll jerk off lmao.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
bondage is something he probably joked about being into at first and then actually got really turned on by it and is now proudly into it. he specifically really likes having his wrists bound, either with handcuffs, rope, zip ties, silk, duct tape, whatever, but heâs also alright with having his ankles bound like, to the end of your bed or something. heâs also cool with being blindfolded or gagged, but those can sometimes get him way too overstimulated.Â
heâd also like sex after/while smoking pot, even better if you smoke with him. it makes him all sensitive and makes everything feel ten times better, though it usually only results in one round of sex before heâs either getting up to go eat because heâs fucking starving or heâs accidentally passing out asleep right then and there.Â
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
thereâs not a lot of places he wouldnât have sex, and again, doesnât particularly have any favorites. heâs fine if itâs somewhere cozy, in your bed or on your couch, and he doesnât mind being pressed against hard concrete or dirt and grass (though heâll be kind of annoyed if it gets his clothes dirty). if he had to choose a favorite, itâd probably be anywhere in your home because he likes your scent and likes being around you, and heâs not going to say no to being fucked against warm blankets and clean sheets. also likes fucking in the shower, and kind of has a soft spot for having sex in water, like in a bathtub or even out in the rainâit feels good against his skin and fur and he likes seeing your wet clothes or hair sticking to your body. he also, like.. enjoys having sex in other peopleâs places lol? hotel rooms are fun, but if he had the opportunity to fuck in robertâs bathroom or in flambaeâs bed, heâd do it. he finds it funny to piss them off and he doesnât have to be the one to clean up the mess.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
anything about you gets him going, really. showing interest in him is good motivation. feel him up a little, dance your fingers along his fur and up behind his ears and tease his mouth with your thumb; pull him into you when he starts straying, pretty much just manhandle him and heâs head over heels. heâs also very motivated by words, but honestly it doesnât matter what you say, just you talking is enough to turn him on. you could literally be reading off a grocery list and heâll be on the verge of shoving his hand down his pants. itâs like that one scene in sex education with the two teachers learning âdirtyâ talk after realizing that you didnât have to say anything actually sexy, it just had to be said in a sexy way; sound, look, or act like you wanna fuck and victor will be under you in a heartbeat. heâs also just very receptive to praise and will absolutely hang on to your every word once you start talking about how good heâs doing.Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
thereâs not a whole lot he wouldnât do honestly. i think one thing he wouldnât be okay with would be anything that eventually makes him feel small and worthless. in a trusted relationship with him, if you bring up wanting to have a threesome or something, heâll probably be down for itâbut if it gets to a point where you begin pushing him away for other people, trying to stretch his boundaries and seeing how far heâll go in a way that is just manipulating his trust, heâll begin to question himself and will revert back to being that young, depressed victor that only knew how to cope with his worries by getting completely plastered. and he probably wonât even be strong enough to put his foot down or lay out his boundaries either. and similar thing, if you start talking about someone else during sex, more especially someone he feels inferior to in any way, it seriously makes him shrink up and gets him pretty depressed and upset.Â
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he loves receiving it. he doesnât care where he is, if you offer it, heâs gonna try his absolute best to be available to take it. heâs more than happy to sit back and relax as you eat him out for however long you fucking want. heâs great at receiving it; heâs a little whiny and heâll buck his hips up every now and then, but heâll stay still if you really want him to and only wraps his legs around your head when heâs getting overstimulated. you can sit him on your face but he honestly does better laying back.Â
he loves giving it too, but he can get a bit ahead of himself. he takes more of your cock than he can handle at once and his teeth sometimes get in the way but he does genuinely really like sucking you off. he loves pleasuring you and he really gets off on praise so all you have to do is guide him a little and heâs golden. he likes the weight of you on his tongue and could literally have you in his mouth for hours if you let him. blow jobs get him horny so unless you expect to get him off afterwards, youâll have to pull him away from between your legs, which will lead to him trying really hard to convince you otherwise (and he is very persuasive).Â
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
it can really depend. since he naturally leans into a submissive role, youâll probably be controlling the pace. if heâs trying to dominate, or heâs the one that initiated sex, at first heâs going to be a lot quicker (and honestly sloppier), riding you and really just trying to make you and him cum as soon as possible because heâs too horny to care, but you can slow him down and encourage him to take his time. he can get whiny because heâs impatient, but heâll listen to you. heâs not really rough, he just naturally takes things faster. he thinks he prefers it fast and hard, and will try to encourage you to take him like that, wanting you to relentlessly fuck him into the bed until he canât think, but he actually really enjoys it when you take your time and fuck him with slow, deep thrusts. sensual sex ends up becoming his favorite even when he likes to say he prefers it hard and fast. heâs a bit embarrassed by how much he likes it but it really does soften him up and make him all mushy and vulnerable afterwards.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
heâs more than alright with them. itâs what heâs used to anyway, he doesnât mind being pulled into storage closets as you race to make each other cum before he has to go into a meeting. with how high his sex drive can be, quickies would be common depending on your schedule. victor likes getting what he wants, especially if he gets it fast, but if you liked making him wait so you could have a long, drawn out night, heâs cool with that too. heâll get really antsy and worked up but heâs completely on board. sometimes he just needs a long, good night with you. he loves the attention you give him so itâs a win-win either way. thereâs a good chance that most of your quickies are you eating him out before he has to go into work since he sometimes wakes up really horny.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
heâs sorta a âiâll do anything onceâ kinda guy, though, with some hesitancy. pre-sdn victorâs jumping in there with no question, but new and improved hero vic has finally developed a bit of common sense which at least kind of helps him make better choices. still, if you offer to drag him into the nearest public restroom for a quick fuck heâs not gonna say no. heâll happily have sex in the showers at the sdn building, maybe even get a little handsy in the breakroom (though nothing too crazy, he doesnât wanna lose his job). heâll fuck in alley ways and let you grope him in clubs and bars. heâll wear a collar in public with your name on it, heâs totally cool with like, all of it. he finds it hard to say no to you, so more likely than not, whatever you wanna do? heâs doing it.Â
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
victor tries to brag like, i can go all day and night, baby but honestly he starts feeling it just after one round. being sober makes him a lot more sensitive so itâs really something he has to get used to. he can cum very quickly, but heâs not opposed to being overstimulated so heâs alright with back-to-back rounds so long as you give him a little bit of time between them. heâs very interested in you, so he really doesnât want to stop at just one or two⊠but heâs getting older, yâknow? cut him some slack. heâs happy to jerk you off or go down on you to let his pussy rest at least. heâs got the stamina to let you fuck his cunt for how ever many rounds you need, but so long as you donât touch his clit, all is wellâonce you start stimulating his clit, thatâs when his stamina begins to teeter. not only will he not last long, but heâs gotta tap out for a bit. heâll be begging you to touch him only for him to start backing out once he realizes heâs not going to be able to hold out. he tries to be like nooo no itâs fine i can totally go again, but you can just see it in the way heâs breathing and the way heâs trying to close his legs that heâs kind of out of commission. poor thing wonât last long unless you edge him, but thatâll get him really vocal and whiny so youâll have to be prepared to say no to him even when he looks so pathetic begging.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
oh yeah he likes toys for sure. heâs definitely gotten sex toys as gag gifts over the years, mostly from malevola who really liked getting him absurdly large dildos that he absolutely tried telling himself he was trying out as a joke only to actually really enjoy them (and is in total denial of the fact that he uses them somewhat frequently). definitely has like, some sort of blonde blazer-themed dildo or something (and if you were a hero, heâs getting aaalll the toys they have designed after your persona). he really likes vibrators too, and isnât afraid to double up on toys with a dildo inside him and a vibrator on his clit. heâll use a vibrator on your dick too, if you want. heâs not afraid of a little experimenting, so if you had any toys you wanted to bring in, heâd be totally on board, like literally knock yourself out. he will gladly let you test out new toys on him. heâs the type of guy to get whatever dumb sex toy is trending and pretend like heâs just in on the joke even when heâs unironically cumming and shaking from a rose toy on his clit.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
victor canât tease you because heâs way too impatient for it. heâll throw in the towel so fast. he just canât willingly deprive himself of pleasure when he can just.. choose not to do that. he probably brags about being able to hold out, and if you were just starting out your relationship, heâd try to tell you made-up stories of how he could go for hours but heâs all bark and no bite. heâs not even very good at teasing honestly, but he is very fun to tease. itâs definitely something that gets him goingâif you tie his hands up and donât allow him to touch himself, he gets very worked up and will go from âi am not beggingâ to absolutely pleading for you and trying to bargain his way out. he claims to hate it but heâs honestly so submissive at heart that he canât help but love it. he can sometimes accidentally tease you like if youâre fucking him and he gets a phone call, even though vic is pretty horny, heâll probably stop you so he can answer the call and sometimes the calls can go on for a whileâwhile you do easily grab his attention, his attention can also be stolen very quickly. itâs ironic because if you were to do the same to him, heâd be near tears trying to get you off the phone.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he sure talks an awful lot if you let him. he moans more when you go down on him or finger him, but he talks a lot when youâre actually fucking him. a lot of it is nonsense, just him rambling and trying to ground himself, and sometimes heâs trying to very sloppily convey what he wants, whether heâs asking you to fuck him harder or asking you to touch him another way. in actual volume heâs not very loud when he moans, but when heâs rambling itâs either at a normal talking volume (when it can actually be kind of awkward if youâre fucking somewhere less private and donât want any heads turning your way) or itâs at that âwhen people who canât whisper try to whisperâ kinda volume. he canât be completely quiet but heâs not that loud either. you can maybe get him to shut up if you fuck him hard enough, but you shouldnât bet on it.Â
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
heâs fantasized about fucking every member of the z-team at least onceâif any of them offered to fuck, he would not have turned them down. coupe, prism, flambae, and robert were his most notorious victims of his fantasies because theyâre the ones he could find himself easily submitting to the most. sometimes when theyâd talk, victor would slip something into the conversation that just slightly hinted at his interest and he found it very entertaining to see their faces morph into either complete disgust or genuine confusion (and he might later have gotten off to the memory of it when he got home from work).Â
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
lots of his gray fur coming down from his neck to just above his pecs before it thins out and trickles down to his stomach and ending at a fluffy bush, leaving a nice happy trail just above it. he has straight top surgery scars beneath his nipples that he got when he was much younger, so he'd accidentally reopened them quite a few times causing them to heal a little jaggedly. heâs got some muscles from working out, but heâs bad at not snacking throughout the week so heâs developed a little bit of thickness to his thighs which makes up for the fact his ass is kinda flat. heâs got very nice hands and definitely gets manicures every now and then to keep them in shape. he used to be self-conscious of the hair on his arms but he later ended up believing it helped get him laid and now he likes to show them off, even with some of the track marks he still has from his drug abuse. also, he bruises pretty easily, and even though the places you can suck hickies on to his skin most likely arenât going to be seen by others, he still likes seeing his stomach and chest littered with them even if he canât show them off. for some reason i feel like heâd have gotten some kind of tramp stamp at some point too lol, and if he had the necessary qualifications, would absolutely have gotten a fourchette piercing for his pussy.Â
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
as long as you exist, all he thinks about is you. he honestly probably suffered from hypersexuality that he may or may not have gotten some kind of support for after getting in with the sdn. horniness is sort of in his nature regardless, but his sex drive is definitely fueled by yours. if you show sexual interest in him, whatever little spark of arousal he had is getting boosted by a thousand. heâs very easily influenced by you; send him pictures of yourself or send him messages with even the littlest bit of sexual undertone and heâs rushing to the sdn restroom and desperately asking for more. whenever youâre down to fuck, he is too. thereâs a phase he gets into at some point in your relationship where heâs worried about scaring you off and doesnât initiate sex whatsoever, so the second you give him the go ahead he is so ready. he often wakes up horny, so morning sex would be commonly asked for by him. his drive also spikes in the middle of the night, so unless youâre still awake with him, you might be getting woken up by a âdistressedâ victor who claims he just seriously needs your help with a huge, real problemâthat problem being that he really wants to get fucked.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
it depends sometimes. if you have sex early in the morning, even if he has work heâs probably going to go back to sleep right after. having sex at night or after work really only energizes him more and gets him pumped with adrenaline. heâs a heavy sleeper at times so unless you want him to miss work, itâs best to leave sex for after work or on the weekends, or just have him cum via your mouth or fingers, which in that case heâs gonna use that as motivation to wake up and start his day. after he has coffee, you can fuck.
question for my readers if anyone's in the mood to answer; would ya'll be interested in those alphabet posts, either sfw or not? i don't know why i've never thought to fill out a template of my own but idk, is that interesting? would you guys like that lol?
there's some characters i'd like to write for but i either don't have the confidence to even bother trying or i'm at a total loss for what to even do. so i feel like i could do some alphabets instead if those are fun to read.
iâm really into the virgin top trope for some reason so this is just a really short post of ftm! robert robertson with a virgin top reader
mdni no pronouns mentioned for reader. actual protected sex. also one brief mention of top surgery scars for robert. i've been meaning to write something for dispatch so this is sorta some practice writing. this was meant to be finished sooner since it was so short but i got sick and had to postpone lmao.
despite the fact he could manage to remain calm in the midst of chaos and literal mass destruction, robert, somehow, made you nervous.
he listens intently to every word that you say, maintaining eye contact and giving genuine, thought out responses. when you speak, robert truly listens; he remembers the little details, even the ones youâd forgotten yourself. he doesnât just nod his head along, humming every now and then to pretend to be part of the conversation as he zones outâyou think itâs what heâs doing, when heâs intently scraping the bottom of his pint of rocky road as you rant in the background. youâre never really expecting him to pay it much mind, and you donât necessarily expect him to anyway, so it surprises you when weeks, sometimes even months after, robert will bring something up. heâll pack you a lunch (to the best of his ability) when you make an off handed comment about not getting the chance to eat at work. heâll try to replace anything broken or misplaced in your home, even when itâs something simple or insignificant. and when thereâs nothing to divert robertâs attention, where he can just focus on you, not once do his eyes leave yours.
being heard is nice, of course, but sometimes you wish just once, robert wouldnât look into your eyes with such sincerity because then it would make revealing certain things a little less embarrassing. however youâre glad that robert is so understanding; youâre not sure you could handle facing him again with how many times you stuttered over your words when youâd look back up from your hands in your lap to his deep, brown eyes that studied your face with a practiced intensity.Â
robert is more than intrigued to find youâre a virgin. he canât really talk (not that he was going to anyway), considering before he started dating you he hadnât gotten any in literal months, but it was probably one of the last things he ever expected to come from your mouth. just like you had expected, robert, though with some surprise, took the news well. he didnât bring up the topic much afterwards, which you also had expected. you might have even forgotten youâd even had the conversation if you didnât sometimes find yourself accidentally staring a bit too hard at his backside each and every time heâd pull on a pair of sweatpants in the mornings you spent together. you prayed to god he didnât feel your eyes boring into him when youâd stare at his ass as he bent down to pour food into beefâs bowl; unfortunately for you, he absolutely could. regardless, he still gave you the space and time you needed to bravely take the first step, when youâd finally bite the bullet and put an end to your pathetic ogling and actually show robert just how much you wanted himâlucky for you, he wanted you just about as much as you wanted him, if not more.
you had bought him dinner, taking him somewhere that wasnât particularly fancy but still made for a good date, and you even got him a small bouquet of flowers despite knowing full well robert was going to somehow kill them because he could not keep a plant alive to save his life. still, when he got home, he rifled through his cupboards and put them in a coffee mug he had thrifted years ago before letting them sit on his kitchen counter to catch the little sunlight thatâd slip through the window. afterwards, he gave you this smile that you swear made his eyes glimmer, and unfortunately it only further worsened your nerves.Â
you didnât want to make it so obvious you were trying to be romantic, but robert wasnât totally opposed to a few cliche gestures every now and then, even when at dinner youâd almost knocked over your drink trying to reach across the table to hold his handâhe caught it, thankfully, and you smiled exasperatedly, trying to conceal your embarrassment from the stray eyes that landed on your table from the ruckus. his voice was hushed and assuring, and if your heart wasnât pounding in your ears the whole time, youâd probably be soothed by his words had you even been able to hear them.
you walked him home after dinner, awkwardly standing in his kitchen as if you hadnât been there a hundred times before. it was only there did you really get a good look at robert; he wore a grey colored shirt youâd never seen before, though you assumed it had to have been new because while all of robertâs other shirts were frayed and sometimes littered with holes, either from years of wear or from beefâs nails getting caught in the fabric; this one looked soft and clean, and even with the fabric crinkling from having been rolled up to his elbows, it almost looked like it had been ironed. to put it simply, he looked good, especially in those pair of jeans that he seemed to fill out just perfectlyâyouâre pretty sure he had caught you staring, and not only once but twice if that little glint in his eyes meant anything.
beef wasnât home for a reason you had forgotten in your panic to give robert a nice night, though you suspected he was most likely with chase. robert was the one to lead you the few steps away from his kitchen and to the worn-out couch he bought secondhand that, when you asked about the mysterious stains it bore, robert gave you this look that definitely said, donât even ask. thankfully the couch was covered with a thin blanket he had begrudgingly bought for himself after youâd scolded him for sleeping without one the first time you visited him. another blanket was draped over one of the couch arms, the one that you had gotten for him. it was thicker and warmer, and was usually the one that robert found himself pulling up to his neck at night. you figured with how chilly robertâs apartment was, itâd be nice to have after the two of you were done.Â
he had to be the first to sit down before you worked up the courage to sit beside him.Â
his voice was nothing but tender when he spoke, âwe donât have to do this, you know.â but you did want to, and so badly. robert had no idea how much you wanted him.Â
you reached for him first. your hand slid across his arm, inching just beneath the sleeve of his shirt. you kissed him, and then pulled away just as quick, only to dive forward to catch his lips once more. he was the one to tilt his head, deepening the kiss and drawing out a pleased hum.
a hand reaches to the back of your neck, guiding your lips to stay on his before you pull away for breath. you lean on each other for a moment, his eyes peering into your half-lidded ones. he asks, âdo you want this?â and you respond with a hushed yes before you bring him into a kiss that almost takes his breath away. he sighs in your mouth when you smile; he tasted like the cheesecake you had ordered for dessert.
you always thought robert was pretty, even if he didnât think so himself. you didnât know him back when he was properly mecha-man, but you assume heâd lost a bit of muscle, maybe gained a little weight, but you still found him jaw-droppingly gorgeous. he doesnât think much of it when you touch him through his clothes, feeling the way his body curves and dips. he undoes the first button of his shirt, but you insist on doing the rest, letting the fabric fall from his shoulders until itâs swept off the couch and onto the floor. once it was off, you caught yourself admiring him. you pressed your lips to where some freckles faintly peppered his chest, your hands delicately running across the scars littering his body and tracing the two that laid beneath his nipples. your heart races when you feel him shudder beneath your fingertips, his fingers sitting beside yours before heâs doing the same with you, taking off your shirt and gliding his hands from your hips to your shoulders until he gently pulls you forward to bring you into another kiss.Â
he doesnât expect the way you look down at him once you take off his jeans. you donât mean to, but your eyes immediately dart down to between his legs, mouth slightly agape as if you were suddenly met with the best meal of your life (which wasnât far from the truth anyway, though that was something you wanted to save for after you were at least a little experienced with robertâs body).
robertâs long accepted he was far from his prime.. but he had to admit, the way you were looking at him was definitely getting to his head. he let his legs fall open, and with one hanging off the side of the couch in order to actually make some space for the two of you, it gave you the perfect view of his pearling cunt, shrouded by a dark tuft of hair. his hand comes down to spread himself open with his fingers, allowing you to see the pink skin that glistens from how wet he's started to become. his hole flutters when his fingers bump against his clit and you suddenly have the need to taste him on your tongue. your hands twitch like they want to grab at him and toss his legs over your shoulders, but you remain still. looking back on it, you really had to commend yourself for the self-restraint.
youâre too distracted to see the annoyingly smug look on robertâs face as he watches you practically drive yourself crazy intensely following his fingers' every move as they slowly glide across his folds, just before moving up to gently close around his swelling clit, giving himself some relief with just a few, small strokes that has him already biting his lips to keep himself from groaning too loudly.
quickly, you snap out from your trance. your face flushes with embarrassment, and while praying to god that you hadnât been staring for too long, you hesitantly look back up at robert who looks nothing but amused. he quirks an eyebrow, and for a moment you fear you might have been drooling. instinctively you bring a hand up to wipe at your mouth (thankfully, no drool), and he grins with a fond roll of his eyes. he canât help himself from pulling you forward again, relishing in the small gasp you make against his mouth. he thinks to stick his fingers between your lips (and he swears he could cum from that thought alone) but he puts the idea aside, opting to save it for later.
through the kiss, robert barely manages to speak. âmy jeansâfront pocket,â and for a second you pause, unsure of what he means. he still has that smitten look in his eyes with that boyish grin that practically makes him light up when the corner of his lips raise in amusement. âthe condom.â
you make an oh expression, quickly leaning down to find it in the rumpled pile of clothes. on your way back over, robert steals a peck on the cheek, and the sudden gesture almost has you dropping the condom on the floor.
after making a fool of yourself trying to open the wrapper, you fumbled with the condom, clumsily sliding it down your length. robert only smiled up at you with those soft, brown eyes, reaching over to patiently help you adjust it. he raised a hand up, your face falling into his palm, and, with flushed cheeks, he assured you that you were doing fine before encouraging you to continue. you were obviously nervous, but robertâs cool composure (and his hand on your dick) helped settle your nerves just enough to let him guide you to his entrance, his breath hitching when you gently grab his legs to hold them open enough for you to settle comfortably between them.
itâs been a while is one of the first few things robert thinks. the sight of your hard cock right at his entrance is incredibly intimidating, but he takes a deep breath and ushers you to slip it in before he lays comfortably against the cushions. you stretch him out unbelievably well and he softly curses in surprise. heâs more than grateful to be on his back because in any other position, robertâs not too sure heâd be able to hold himself up.
when you gently grab his waist, the touch is electrifying; he hears you take a sharp inhale as you watch the way the head of your cock disappears into his pussy and he fights the urge to rake his hands down your back at the feeling of your cock spreading him open. you slip out of him by accident, but you quickly re-adjust yourself, popping the head of your cock back into him. your hips start rocking before heâs fully adjusted to your size, knocking the wind out of him. you canât stop yourself, hooked on the way his pussy stretches around your cock, his walls pulsing with need. and to his disbelief, youâre not even all the way in yet, and still robert can feel his head starting to spin. heâs nowhere near finished, but your headâs falling to the crook of his neck and youâre groaning against his skin as you feel your orgasm already creeping near. he encourages you with a hoarse voice, guiding you with his hands on your waist to continue fucking into him. your hips stutter, and after bottoming out inside robert (which caused his pussy to squeeze down on your cock, further teetering you over the edge), you cum with a whisper of his name against the skin of his neck. when you shoot up, cheeks warm with a sheepish expression on your face, he tilts his head to lead your lips back on his before you can apologize.Â
youâre not sure how long itâs been when he pulls away. his hair is messy, ruined from being pressed against the couch, and his lips look to be a little swollen, irritated from being bitten as robert mindlessly chews on them. you see his mouth open to speak before it quickly shuts, his eyes flickering down with that similar look of intrigue he had when youâd first started. when you follow his gaze, you have the same realization; you were hard again, or at least certainly not soft. with a raised eyebrow robert huffs, tilting his head to get a better view.
âiâll admit, iâm a little impressed.â
youâre not entirely sure if you should be mortified or just grateful, but robert doesnât leave you any room to think on it before heâs raising your chin to have you properly look into his eyes, laying patiently when you have to look away before you let your eyes meet once more. with a tinge of breathlessness in his voice, he asks you if you want to continue. his thumb right below your lip is distracting, but you manage a response, weakly replying with, admittedly, pathetic enthusiasm.
this time, you slide the condom on with ease. in your hand, your dick throbs with sensitivity, but as you push the head past robertâs folds, you feel yourself becoming impatient. he sighs when you bottom out, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. again, his walls pulse around you, squeezing when you pull away and fluttering when you push back in. his hips move to meet yours, but your pace is a little more urgent now. at the angle youâre fucking him, youâre unintentionally hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. he moans, his head thrown back. even when you readjust your position and youâre no longer pressing that spot inside of him that has his eyes watering, he nods in encouragement, flicking his hips up to meet yours. his back arches because you havenât slowed your pace down, and when you remember to touch him, your thumb at his clit has him seeing stars. he manages to loosely hike a leg onto your waist, and with his hand leading your hips to fuck into him, he feels the head of your cock thrust right against that spot again. his head falls back as he groans with relief, his cunt fluttering vigorously around your cock. with his neck bared, you let your lips land just past his throat, sucking bruises onto his pale skin and chasing them down with soft kisses.
âgood, good.. youâre doingââ he chokes when you quickly flick at his clit, making his pussy squeeze down on your cock in encouragement. robert can barely find the space to breathe between your quick thrusts. âyouâre doing so good,â
your hips sloppily snap against his and robertâs mouth falls open, a moan barely escaping him when you deeply thrust into him. without thinking, praise falls from his lips, but he can only get a few words out as he rocks his hips, helping himself to your cock as you quickly rut into him before youâre both suddenly going still. you pull him forward by the waist and raise your head, watching as a broken moan rips from robertâs throat as he cums around your cock, earning a stifled groan from you. you follow closely, muttering his name as you grind your cock into him just enough to push yourself over the edge again. you barely catch robert saying your own name under his breath before heâs gone slack with his legs falling open and his hands dropping beside him. through fluttering eyes, he watches as you lean down to peck at his face, kissing right over his freckles before leading down to his open lips. even as heâs still catching his breath, he lets you kiss him until heâs gasping for air.Â
when you move to pull out, robert softly hushes you, and instead pulls you into a gentle embrace before leading you down to let you lay atop of him where the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. he has a hand petting your head, like heâs trying to soothe you.
taking in the sound of each otherâs breathing, robert huffs to himself before he clears his throat, inclined to fill the silence. ânot so bad for your first time,â and his words are genuine, as genuine as the flush on his cheeks and as genuine as the hint of a smile at the corner of his chapped lips. when you remember to grab the thick, fluffy blanket from the end of the couch, you throw it over the both of you, granting you some warmth in the freezing cold apartment.Â
the next morning, robert wakes before you do. heâs already dressed for work, but he sits on the arm of the couch, looking down at you as he gently thumbs at your temple. stirred awake, you squint up at him with tired eyes, making him smile. his voice is soft, barely a disturbance even among the stark silence of his empty living room. âhey,â
you respond just as quietly, leaning into the warmth of his palm. his hair, still somewhat dripping with water from his brisk shower, looks to have been brushed through with his hand, but you can tell he still looks like a complete mess. the collar of his sdn shirt is buttoned ridiculously high, and in, what you can only assume was a desperate attempt to hide the bruises on his neck, you can see that one of the last buttons is misaligned, showing off just a little bit of his skin that already has you feeling hot under the thick, fluffy blanket. you raise a hand to rest on his knee and, testing the waters, you trail it higher to squeeze at his thigh. you blink away the last bit of sleep, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. you already know the answer, but you ask anyway. âi donât suppose you have some time to spare before you go to work?â youâre anything but subtle, and it makes him laugh.Â
he shakes his head like heâs questioning why he bothers entertaining you and slides off the couch, leaning down to place a gentle, warm kiss on your forehead. âtry not to make a mess of my apartment while i'm gone,â
you bite back a comment, letting him leave without another word. he gives you a toothy smile at the doorway before heâs off, leaving you, naked and alone, on his couchâat least the blankets provided you with some warmth. the same blankets, you realize, that definitely needed to be washed.. shamelessly you hope that by the time robert gets home, youâll have fresh, clean blankets you can just get dirty again by the end of the night.Â
ok so, tried my hand at some omegaverse lol. started off really simple with some random scenarios of which respectively includes omega micah/omega reader, beta charles/alpha reader, alpha kieran/alpha reader, as well simple scent hcs for most of the rdr2 cast. this isnât crazy interesting, but i had a lot of fun writing it.
mdni top reader, no pronouns mentioned. no anatomy mentioned for the guys lmao. unprotected sex is included. this is mostly nsfw, but kieranâs part is entirely sfw. this is honestly really bad lmao but i just wanted to write my ideas down. half proof-read
i really like same-secondary-gender pairings, like alphas with alphas or omegas with omegas, itâs just something i find kinda cute for whatever reason.Â
so i imagine like, an omega micah bell with an omega mate. heâs of course, ashamed of his secondary gender and absolutely attempts to keep it hidden and/or forget about it altogether. he puts on a show, puffing his chest out like a right alpha might, looking down at the omegas and not even bothering to spare a glance at the betas. he barks out orders, and is expected to be listened to. the one time heâs adamant about pushing aside those roles, when not in his favor, is when the topic is of himself, when someone gets too close to figuring out he might be an omega. otherwise, itâs all âsnivelinâ little omegas shouldnât be poking their noses âround where it donât belongâ when any omegas in camp get curious, especially you, who he fights tooth and nail to wither under his boot. heâs targeted you since day one, always getting on your case about work and pulling your weight. everything is a challenge with him whether you like it or not. you hold your ground, eventually dropping the usual back and forth and deciding to just say nothing, letting micah tire himself out with all his bickering and jabbering until he gets bored from the lack of attention and runs along to bother someone else.
it all comes clear one evening when micah has you backed against a tree, somewhere not too far from camp but still isolated, where if things went real bad, youâd be completely on your own; he calls you an omega bitch, his mouth curled into a sneer as his eyes burn into yours just below his hat. by now, youâve had enoughâyou push him back with all your might, the long, exhausting weeks of constant harassment and incessant mocking is enough to knock the air out of him when his back hits the hard bark behind him. you can smell it instantly, that little hint of something almost sweet; smoke and iron buried beneath layers and layers of dirt and whiskey just before the scent dwindles away in the wind. micahâs breathing becomes heavy as he licks his lips, his hands curling into fists beside him. before you can question it, heâs got you pinned to the floor. his hatâs gotten knocked off somewhere beside you, so you can see clear as day that look of pure hatred and anger in his eyes. for a moment his hands threaten to clasp around your neck, his thumb digging dangerously close into your jugular. but then youâre pulled into a rough kiss, where micahâs canines nip at your lips, drawing blood. you choke, but he continues kissing you until you have to pull at his hair to drag him away, though not before giving his lip a bruise of their own. after that, micah says nothing to you for weeks; thereâs no arguing, no little quips or comments he pretends were meant to be whispered under his breath. itâs dead silence between you two, only because thereâs not a sound made when micah stares at you from where he sits, watching you through the fire as you kindly move to put away the last few dishes everyone left behind after supper. he stalks you, creeping behind you when your back is turned. itâs a bit pathetic the way he does it, now that you knowâa beta? thatâs crossed your mind once or twice, but how could you have ever believed he was an alpha with how sloppy he was with his steps, the way he was unable to quiet his heavy breathing as he steps too close in his negligence, snapping a twig beneath his boot.Â
âomega,â the word is usually venom on his tongue, but right now, you swear you can hear a trace of, not respect, but some sort of acknowledgement. he has no choice now, no reason to bother pretending now that the catâs out of the bag. thereâs still a distaste in the way he looks at you, like he regrets not smothering you in the dirt when he had the chance.Â
against your better judgement, you return the name, and thereâs something jittery in the way he exhales when you say it. you try to catch a whiff of his scent, attempting to breathe in the air as subtly as possible with his eyes boring into you, but all you can find is that overwhelming smell of liquor and blood he practically wears like second skin. he scoffs, turning his head away to hide beneath his hatâoh, you think. his fingers twitch at his holster, his foot tapping with restlessness. he did the same thing. you wonder if it was for the first time, if heâs ever even bothered to catch the scent of any other omega that wasnât a whore. he wipes at his nose, clearly agitated, but from what you can see beneath his hat, he doesn't look entirely repulsed. when he does look up at you, his eyes are somewhat glossy, and he wears an expression youâve never seen on him beforeâalphas have looked your way before, sometimes with nothing but disdain and pure disgust, like theyâd regretted allowing you to be in their presence, and sometimes youâve been looked at with a grotesque hunger, the kind that has taught you to never turn your back on an alpha for too long if you valued your life and dignity.
micahâs expression, as his pearly blue eyes bore into yours, a canine poking from his dry, bruised lips, looks like an almost perfect combination of bothâthat burning desire in his eyes looks tired, like heâs spent a lifetime fighting back something innate. and yet that spark is alive and young, ready to break free of its confinements to allow him to finally take what heâs always wanted. youâve always noticed micahâs resilience, his somewhat pitiful inability to never back down even when that stubbornness comes back to bite him; but itâs only now youâve ever seen it directed towards you, and though a part of you worries that what he wants is to kill you, his lips suddenly smashing onto yours has you thinking differentlyâyour teeth bump together where he growls into your mouth. skin breaks, but youâre not sure which one of you is bleeding. the tension is high, but undisturbed. you taste tobacco and blood, and you feel like youâre going to pass out from the lack of air. when you pull away, you can faintly smell the way your scents linger together. micahâs face goes to the crook of your neck, where his teeth tease your skin; his hand grips the back of your neck to hold you in place as he takes in your scent with a deep inhale, and you do something similar, tilting your head forward just enough to take in the little bit of gunpowder and smoke you can find.Â
micah doesnât nest (or at least he claims not to), but he finds himself in your tent often, tentatively laying back down on your blankets and furs, taking in your scent that clouds his brain and makes him limp with submissionâhe hates it, how an omegaâs scent (or anyoneâs for that matter) can cause him to fall under so easily; itâs not natural, how often he become dizzy just from your scent alone. heâs not supposed to be as pathetic as every other omega out there, and yet he doesnât push you away when you nudge your nose into his neck, giving him comforting kisses as he struggles to take your cock. heâs never let anyone get this close; heâs long since pushed down the desire for an alpha (and their knot), and heâd swore to never let himself be this pathetic, taking cock just like an omegaâs expected to. but he couldnât stop himself from letting his legs fall open, and even as he watched you take your time with him, undressing so slowly that micah couldnât fight back a growl, he never once thought about stopping you.Â
heâs positive that your cock is nothing like an alphaâs; no, he wouldnât know for sure, but he wants to imagine that, at the very least, youâre as pathetic as he isâyour cock stretches him out, even though it shouldnât. you lack a knot, but it doesnât stop you from fucking into him like you do, pressing him into your soft bedding as you keep his legs held open. micah wishes he wanted you to stop, he wants to pretend heâd prefer you an alpha, but he does not. when you cum, you take him deeply, holding his hips close with a tight grip. it makes him groan as his body betrays him, arching into your thrusts and allowing your cock to bury deep inside of him. in retaliation he scratches at your skin, dragging his nails right across your backâit burns. surely, he drew blood; it surprises you, and you gasp. you donât break skin, but your teeth graze micahâs neck. for a moment, he thinks youâre going to bite him, and to his humiliation, he convulses around your cock. and with a groan, he cums.Â
god damn pathetic is what he thinks afterwards, when he still finds himself laying in your bed, in your tent, and absolutely drenched in your scent. you look happy as you wipe away the sweat dripping from his forehead with a wet cloth, and you look like a complete fool when you place a kiss there afterwards, sweeping away his dirty blonde hair. a hand swats you away when you bring the cloth down to between his legs. he shuts them close as he huffs, pushing himself onto his elbows. his hairâs a total mess, and his beard is wet with his own spit. his face is still flushed, but the burn grows as he growls. âquit treatinâ me like iâm yerââÂ
âlike youâre my what?â and now he canât say it, because he can see what he thinks to be a rotten twinkle in your eye, and with that smirk teasing the corner of your lips, he knows heâs in too deep now, smelling like you and willingly resting in your nest. you may not have bitten down on him that night, claiming him as your own, but he knows you have the scars now to prove itâyouâre his omega, just as much as he is yours. itâs not the typical way of claiming a mate, but micahâs never been one to follow the rules.Â
âyer stuck with me now, omega,â is what he likes to say when, again and again, he finds himself in your nest, huddled close with you for what he claims is just for warmth. you let him nip and nuzzle his cheek at your neck, right where heâs bitten you nights before. he shares a similar mark, though you notice itâs started to fadeâtomorrow night, you think. micah wonât be opposed to spending the whole day with you in your nest. heâs needy like that.Â
the gangâs more than intrigued by your bond, and most are even doubtful, but micahâs growl is practiced; even the alphas skitter, hands raised defensively. people catch on quickâmicah bellâs mate is taken. and when you do the same, growling with a ferocity heâs never heard from another omega and sometimes even going so far as to cock your gun, raising it to the head of whatever arrogant alpha or omega thought could get close to your mate, it just makes micah hungry.Â
also thinking about an alpha reader with an alpha kieran, first meeting when heâs brought into camp and tied up. he stays clear of you when heâs improperly situated at camp, only speaking to you when he finds youâre the only person available to ask about getting more hay bales for the horses. he attempts a strong voice, trying to make it sound more like a demand than a suggestion, but it dwindles under your cold gaze, making his offer end with a waver and stutter. you stare at him in silence, and kieran worries you might be sizing him up until you cross your arms, âyou donât look much like an alpha.â and heâs rendered speechless, completely caught by surprise. he sputters, and even though itâs certainly not the first time heâs heard it, he suddenly feels the need to defend himself, his face going rosy with frustration. you chuckle, smiling at him with something just pitiful enough that heâs forced to storm away, haunted by the sound of your mocking laughter.
you know heâs avoiding you, which is why you try to insert yourself into his space every chance you get. when heâs grooming the horses, youâre there to hand him the brush he managed to misplace with a smirk that makes him huff and turn his back on you, insistent on ignoring your presence. when you find him slowly inching towards the campâs stew pot, trying to discreetly grab himself a bowl, youâre there to hand him yours with a boisterous, âhere, have mine, kieran.â heâll stumble over himself and youâll magically be there to set him straight, clapping a hand over his shoulder with an annoying, playful glint in your eye. and every time you say his name, it sounds like thunder clapping in his head. he finds himself muttering to branwen, cursing you under his breath. and then heâll see in the corner of his eye, you leaning against a tree as you amusingly watch him angrily feed his horse some carrots. he hates that under the pressure of your gaze, he finds himself tripping over himself where distantly, he can just barely hear your poorly stifled laughter.
he works up the courage one day to confront youâyou donât exactly.. terrorize him. you donât jut your leg out to trip him when he walks by, or dirty his clothes with mud or throw rocks at him. and really, you donât even say much to him. itâs just the fact you hang around him so much, practically stalking him, that he feels so disturbed by your presence. as far as kieran knows, youâre not mated, and with all the time he has to observe and study the camp and its members, you donât seem to really pay much attention to the omegas either. briefly, kieran wonders if you somehow think heâs an omega, despite the fact youâve claimed to know otherwise, and thatâs what really sets him off and urges his body forward into your direction, his cheeks already flushed with anger. you straighten up immediately, and you have a look on your face that makes kieran wish he was brave enough to just punch you.Â
you sit through the entirety of his little rant, not even interrupting him the first time he accused you of thinking he was an omega (or the second time). when heâs out of breath, puffing his chest out to make himself look more imposing, you roll your eyes, leaning back against the tree of which thankfully, provides enough shade to at least somewhat shroud the redness of kieranâs face.
âi know youâre an alpha.â you scoff, âiâm not an idiot.â suddenly, you push yourself off the tree, propelling yourself towards kieran. it has him stumbling back in surprise until heâs straightening himself up to mirror you, his breath shaking just slightly as you stand uncomfortably close to him. he can feel your breath hitting his face, and with how heavy his breathingâs gotten, heâs sure you can feel his, too. you give that same toothy smirk that makes kieranâs heart pick up speed in irritation. your eyes dart from his heaving chest to his flushed cheeks before you give a short laugh. âlook at you,â kieran wishes he had the dignity to spare himself the humiliation and walk away. âgot yourself all worked up for nothinâ,â you click your tongue like youâre scolding a misbehaving dog. kieran begins again, sputtering his complaints and trying to stand up tall. he stumbles over himself as he tries to speak, âi⊠iâŠyouâ!âÂ
âhush,â is all that you say, and he immediately goes quiet, his lips falling open with shock. you smile at that, bending your head forward with a mocking bow. âthere you go, thatâs a good alpha. now, how aboutââ against his better judgement, kieranâs arm swings upwards, his closed fist striking you right across your face. you lose balance for a moment, but you donât topple. just as quickly, fear shoots through his body, his hands flaring in front of him in a defensive manner as he steps back, his eyes wide and cloudy with regret. âi-iâm sorry! look, i-i was justââ from what he can see with your hand holding your now bleeding nose, your eyes are dark, and your previously care-free posture has bent into something that has kieran backing away in worry. to his relief, a gruff voice breaks the tension.Â
ânow thatâs enough.â arthur stands not far from you with his arms crossed. he sighs, shaking his head at the sight of kieran frozen in fear, but with a flick of his wrist, kieran startles, quickly making his way back to the horses with a bowed head. he doesnât see the way you watch him walk away, holding your bruised cheek in your palm with a look of total endearment. and luckily, he couldnât hear the sound of your heart racing in exhilaration.Â
kieran fully expects you to be at his throat the next day, and he mentally prepares, bracing himself every time his back is turned to groom the horses or when he bends down to grab a hay bale. to his surprise, you stay away, only throwing brief glances his way when you think heâs not looking. but you watch from afar, hiding in the shadows and only staring at him from under your hat. heâs too used to constantly being on guard to ignore it, so it becomes just another thing he has to worry about, when youâll strike. heâs seen the way the other alphas at camp act when theyâre angry, when someone makes them feel like a fool. he tries to shake off his worry; heâs an alpha, he shouldnât have to be so afraid. whatâs the worst that can happen? oh, kieran knowsâhe thought colm was bad, and colm was just a beta. not that youâve done anything to remind him of colm anyway, but heâs not sure heâs ready to experience the wrath of an angry alpha whoâs backed by people who proudly hate him and want him deadâbut what do you think? you donât call him an oâdriscoll or accuse him of being disloyal; he assumed your staring problem was related to that, like you were watching out for him to slip up and reveal some true intention to betray your gang, but now heâs not so sure.Â
the next time you speak, itâs when kieran seeks you out. itâs nighttime unfortunately, though that wasnât intentional. you were out of camp all day, and though kieran should really know better than to disturb an alpha while theyâre eating, especially one thatâs probably not in the mood for a chat, he was tired of being stirred awake in the middle of the night by the anxiety of needing to know. he makes his presence known with a clear of his throat (though youâd been keeping an eye on his every step anyway) and you set your bowl in your lap, raising your head but keeping your face below your hat; it amuses you how he fiddles with his hands, unsure whether to put them in his pockets or have his arms crossed, and he doesnât need to know that youâre not upset, or at least not until after heâs made a fool of himself trying to speak in coherent sentences and not stuttered babbles. you tune it all out, watching the way he flails his arms as he speaks. he really doesnât look like an alpha, certainly doesnât act like one. he leans forward in submission, and tries too hard to blend into the background. if not for his little fit that other day, going, âi ainât an omega!â with his shaky hands and his sorry speech that sounded like heâd practiced it with his horse, truly, youâd have thought he was an omega, if not also for the way he smelledâand damn, did he smell good.Â
ââyou ainât even gonna say nothinâ?â his arms are settled at his sides now, his fists closed. he looks painfully adorable, you note. you think about remaining quiet, just to see how long he could stand it before he flared up and stormed off, but you decide against it. patting the seat beside you, you offer him to sit down. in his exasperation, he almost declines, but he hesitates. he looks around, seeing no one else. he looks down, at the campfire, at how youâre asking him to sit right beside you, and not on the other free seats around. you look at him with a well? sort of expression, and he finally sits down, a bit too close but clearly not enough to bother you, before having to adjust himself once or twice when he slightly trips over himself under your unmoving gaze.Â
you take off your hat, setting it beside you, opposite of kieran. you put a spoonful of stew into your mouth and just eat. kieranâs leg bounces impatiently, his fingers swindle in his lap. the silence is too overbearing, but right as kieran opens his mouth, desperate for any kind of conversation, you speak, your voice quiet and soothing among the cool, night air. âyou smell good,âÂ
âw-wh-what?â he reels back in shock, his face blooming with a furious red. âwhatâre you talkinâ about? iâplease,â he shakes his head with exasperation, burying his face in his hands. âi donât understand you. i just donât.â but beside himself, he laughs, shaking his head once more when he looks up to find a smile on your face.
kieranâs not really sure how it happened, or why heâs letting it happen, but you continue to trail after him, watching him work and sometimes hovering directly over his shoulder. he told you he doesnât like it when you stalk him while not even bothering to make conversation. so now you stand and listen as he rants, talking about his day or what he wants to do, about the fish heâd caught on his trips with arthur and all the fish he wants to catch. you tend to the horses with him, even making him laugh when you try to feed branwen an apple slice who merely brushes it with his nose before turning away, his tail flicking with disinterest.Â
âyour horse doesnât like apples? (i know! heâs just strange like that, i guess!)
youâll go fishing with kieran, watching as he proudly presents the fish he catches with a rare, confident smile. sometimes, youâll pretend to fumble with the hook, making kieran gently take it from between your fingers, allowing your skin to brush. heâll bait the hook for you, âaaand just like that, you see?â and you nod your head every time, just to lose the fish, and in turn lose the bait. he snaps his fingers with a better luck next time! and even through the rush of joy and adrenaline of getting a good catch, not once does he boast about having caught more fish than you.Â
more often than not now, kieran finds himself in your arms. heâs never pictured himself quite in this way, wound up in another alphaâs arms whose face sits nestled right below his chin, lips dancing dangerously close to his skin. he takes a deep inhale, trying to make himself more comfortable without disturbing you. your hold on him tightens, a low, lazy growl rumbling from your throat. he lets out a soft laugh, petting the back of your head to soothe you. ânot so scary now, are you, alpha?â you simply sigh, taking in the sound of your timid alpha humming a broken tune as you bask in his warm embrace.Â
i also really like the thought of an alpha with a beta partner. i just find it kinda cute when the beta is sort of the calm in the storm for a hormonal alpha, even when the beta doesnât completely get whatâs going on because of their lack of smell and heats/ruts, theyâre still trying to understand and help, i just think thatâs interesting.Â
being an alpha with a beta charles who always helps keep you in check. he pulls your head close, smiling when he feels you bury your nose in the quietness of his neck when you get overwhelmed from the scents mingling around camp or in town. when youâve been injured, forced to rest and lay still at camp for days and days, he brings you on hunts with him. your restlessness shows in your kills, when your arrows donât aim straight and the meatâs spoiled far sooner than youâd like. you donât like leaving it up to charles to save the day, but he pays it no mind, serving up a clean cut steak that bursts between your teeth and leaves a delicious, lingering heat in your mouth. it makes up for your sorry attempt at making a good meal, and it makes charles happy to take care of you.Â
and charles will always take care of you, even through your ruts. even when youâre not thinking completely straight, fixated on only charles to the point where you forgo your chores and are sent to sleep on the either side of camp by an exasperated grimshaw whoâs gotten sick of you snapping at any alphas that have stepped too close to your mate, charles will be there to help you ride out the rest of your rut. he canât smell your hunger, but he can see it in your eyes as they lock onto his body, to the heat between his legs. he shushes your whines and desperate mumbles, keeping you close in order to calm you down with his soothing scent. and then when you get handsy, grabbing at his hips and threatening to pin him down, charles ushers you to lay against the cot where heâll ride you until you finally pop your knot, locking him in place on your cock. heâll lean down to kiss you, making sure youâre awake and aware. charles is always so patient with you, even when you still scramble to give him another knot after the first oneâs died down. he kisses at your neck, somehow managing to make you collapse under his touch, even as he lays below you with his throat bared.
your mate is never scared away by your urges, never seems to falter or even push you away. you nip at his throat, burying your cock deep inside of him and he holds his ground with a hand to the back of your head and the other at your waist. his voice is calm as he encourages you further; he wonât ever shame you for your instincts. he lets you knot and fill him as many times as you need to until youâre satisfied; the knots are not something he particularly craves, and certainly not something he needs, but the pleasure heâs able to give you is what truly satisfies him. he might point out the mess you made with a click of his tongue, but itâs with a small, fond smile. charlesâ scent, though dim, reminds you of waking up to the smell of morning dew or to a drizzle of rainâit lulls you into calmness until the urge to ravage and fill your mate has settled into the back of your mind, where instead all you can think about is the warmth of charlesâ body against yours and his gentle, deep voice in your ear that carries you to sleep alongside the crackling of the fire beside your tent.Â
and afterwards, when your rut has finally ended, charles wears your bond with pride, right on the side of his neck where the mark lays safely just beneath his hair. the unmated omega girls at camp crowd him, teasing him with only a little bit of jealousy in their voices as they look over the mark with surprise and feigned horror. charles entertains them, only because heâs working on his arrows and doesnât mind the conversation, but itâs only until you step in that the omegas are shooed off with stifled giggles and whistles left in their wake.
âuh oh, big, strong alphaâs here, guess weâll be off then.. (wouldnât wanna disturb their mate!)
but even when itâs a beta, itâs charles first; though quiet and discreet, heâs considered a friend, and while itâs a surprise to find a mated beta (though not really among them), especially one to an alpha, charles isnât treated differently, not in the way he expects. instead of being shot sneers and jealous looks behind his back, heâs receiving pats on the back by some of the alphas (to which he resisted shaking off) and some genuine, some playful questions to how and where his mate wasâuncle, sean, and arthur are more often than not the culprits, making sure to throw out a cheeky, âsure yer mate knows where yer runninâ off to?â when heâs readying taima for a hunt. from anyone else, it would put a bad taste in charlesâ mouth and he would not be so generous with his patience. from his friends, from people he might even consider his pack, maybe theyâre not so bad. especially when youâre able to lean on each other by the campfire, free of any passing glances and with no one to disturb you, where you can nuzzle into his neck and all you hear is the chatter of harmless laughter and comments poking fun at you for how shamelessly sweet on charles you are.Â
i like the idea of people in the a/b/o verses having unique scents, so hereâs what iâd hc some of the rdr2 characters smelling like lmao. (this was actually really fun to think about!)
arthur, high or low honor, would smell like damp cotton and coffee, with an undertone of pears and apples for hh arthur, and an undertone of fresh cut cedar and charcoal for lh arthur. (arthurâs scent is a favorite at camp, and also makes him very popular with omegas or alphas)
charlesâ scent is not very strong, but itâs very recognizable. it smells like mildew and rain with a smokey undertone; thereâs a very faint smell reminiscent of vinegar and cinnamon. (charlesâ scent is also a favorite, but since itâs not very strong, only his trusted companions really get the full package of his scent)
micahâs scent, when not covered up, smells strongly of gunpowder and iron. thereâs a very tiny hint of something sweet underneath, reminiscent of fresh peaches (which he claims is not part of his scent).
johnâs scent isnât very strong either, but he smells of smoke with something rusty mixed in. sometimes it smells like burnt wool or roasted peanuts. (he and arthur bicker over each otherâs scents, and john is often teased at camp over his scent being as unpleasing as he is)
kieran scent is reminiscent of being by a river, with a thin layer of petrichor. thereâs also a little hint of slightly soured milk and something like red currants. (kieranâs a bit embarrassed by his scent as heâs used to being terrorized over it by the oâdriscolls)
javierâs scent, at its strongest, smells of dry soil and burning wood. but even under a layer of cologne, his scent is reminiscent of crisp, cold air, as if you were standing in the middle of a snow storm. (javier dislikes his natural scent, which is why he really likes perfumes and colognes)
seanâs natural scent, not to be confused with the smell of alcohol he bathes himself in, is actually very strong. itâs somewhat earthy and bitter. thereâs a hint of peppermint and wet grass, as well as something faintly reminiscent of cream or dark coffee. (he tries really hard to brag about his scent, but he drinks so much alcohol that you can barely ever smell it anyway)
eagle fliesâ scent almost smells like cocoa and roasted chestnuts. at first, it smells like something bitter, raw cocoa with a hint of pumpkin, but up close, thereâs a bit of a honey undertone, making his scent sweeter. (heâs one of those people that try to keep his scent as covered up as possible, but with a trusted partner or friend heâs fine with letting them smell it)
and i donât write for them but decided to add them anyway;
hosea would smell like books. his scent is reminiscent of flipping through an old book with crinkled pages as you sip on a warm cup of tea. thereâs also a faint metallic scent to it.
dutch smells like leather and metal, with an undertone of something woody, like pine. also has a very recognizable scent of juniper to it.
bill smells like a warm cooked meal with a hint of bitter cherries and wet soil. his scent is reminiscent of being next to a fireplace.
lenny smells like a leather-bound book, with a bit of a sharp, minty tone to it. sometimes smells like salt water and coconut.
trelawnyâs natural scent can be smelled over his cologne. it almost smells like a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, something a little rosy and floral. thereâs a strong undertone reminiscent of hot cocoa and burnt toffee, making it a little bitter.Â
colmâs scent is always covered up with cologne, but is naturally very tangy; itâs a little airy, like smelling freshly picked lemons from afar. itâs got a rusty undertone, and sometimes smells like ginger and burning wood.
grimshawâs scent is bitter and dark. itâs fruity, but not sweet or overpowering. distantly, it smells like fermenting grape juice.Â
abigail smells like comfort and home, like freshly washed laundry thatâs been hung out to dry in the sun. thereâs something ashy, with a little hint of honey and earth.
mollyâs scent is a little herbal and bitter; she smells like spices and clover with a very sharp minty undertone, reminiscent of breathing in fresh air. thereâs some mango in there too.
mary-beth smells as pretty as she is, like fresh peaches and strawberries. sometimes it can become a little bitter, and is strongly reminiscent of a fruit tart. thereâs a little bit of cinnamon to it when you get up close.Â
tillyâs scent is not very strong. it smells like vanilla beans, with something like gingerbread and a very faint banana-like undertone to it.
karen smells like citrus and pastries, with a deep oak undertone. thereâs also some cinnamon to it, and something like glazed apples and caramel. it's already strong, but alcohol makes her scent even stronger.
sadieâs scent is woody, like a blazing campfire. she smells like a hard dayâs work, when you come back home to hot tea on the stove. thereâs a little hint of lemongrass and gunpowder to it as well.
YES YES I AGREE Mello is one to overcomplicate things and I don't think it would be far out to say that reader and Mello bicker A LOT during sex it doesn't matter about what it could legit just be about the sounds of passing cars and traffic being too loud and he gets agitated and ends up pressing YOU for it
three fingers deep in his cunt while he lazily strokes at his clit, knee pressed atop of his thigh to keep him in place and he nitpicks extremely well when his day hasn't been as smooth as he'd like
The background noise you put on tv is too loud or too distracting he says.. you're moving too slow or not enough.. quirk your fingers in just the right angle into all the right spots with a hand around his throat and he freezes
nothing else could ever shut him up quick enough and it's a combination he just cannot best
Mello contributions will save this world I think..
mello's absolutely a contrarian in every sense of the word, though he's a lot more obvious about it with you. with other people or about other things, mello will stew in his irritation until it's suddenly released in a burst of anger, but with his partner, he doesn't even bother hiding it. he'll do the opposite of what you ask, or maybe just won't even move, won't even entertain your request with any hint of acknowledgement.
if there's anything you wanna do to him, he's going to have his way with you first. he'll get on your case about everything. it doesn't matter if you're doing everything right, he's going to use something against you. if you don't finger him or touch him the way he so specifically wants you to, he'll tie your hands up and render you helpless because with how lousy of a job he claims you're doing, you won't even need them anyway. depending on his mood, the binds will either be so tight you'll need him to cut you free, or so loose that you'll wiggle from them (as he planned and wanted you to).
he thinks he knows exactly what you'll do, so all of his yelling and bickering is bullshit anyway. he just wants you fired up to have you take your frustrations out on him. he likes the back and forth, likes being scratched and bruised up. a slap to his cheek and he'll just laugh in your face and bask in the burning sensation, maybe even tonguing at the little bit of blood that pools in his mouth if you hit him hard enough. all you have to do is catch him off guard, whether it's with an affectionate gesture, something completely different from all the scratching and bruising, or by getting him in a position where he's completely powerless. he likes it both ways, pinned under you with a hand at his throat or with your lips at his neck, either with teeth teasing his jugular or with a kiss that makes him shake in anger and bliss.
I'm obsessed with the death note one rn... Hyperfixated on Mello...I love the headcanon that he enjoys being a dominant bottom sometimes and turns into a frustrated brat when the tables turn... Wipe that smug smirk off his face when he can't even bear to keep up his momentum anymore yes uhuhhh yessssshhnn
i'm very happy that you liked it!! makes me wish i posted it sooner lol. i've actually been in the death note fandom for like, years and years, but i don't think i ever really wrote much for the characters for some reason.
i do love mello's complex in particular. i think he's got a very good mix of over-confidence and also falling apart at every little thing. he probably has everything scripted in his head but if you do anything even remotely off-script, he short circuits and loses all his bravado even though he tries soo hard to pretend like he's still got it.
ohh and then the next night, he thinks he's totally gonna get the upper hand this time and that he's gonna make you cry and beg but you know him way too well and it both pisses him off yet always works out in the end for him, even if he's not the one in control at all.
how do you have the motivation to consistently make posts that are both long AND peak??? you never sacrifice either, im always impressed by the quality of your workđđ
if you want a serious answer, i'll be honest, i don't know lmao. i will say, out of my last few posts recently, the death note, lycahugo, and dbd post (not the renato one which i wrote in one night because i was really into it) were all drafts i had for maybe like weeks, the dbd one being probably months lmao. i'm physically a very fast typer, but i have difficulty keeping my attention on writing and not trying to switch to other things. so i'll yap and yap on one post, then realize oh i have to proofread it too which i hate for some reason, and then i leave and never work on it again until weeks later when i'm like, well why not fix it up and then i proofread, add whatever feels right, then proofread again, then add shit because i'm bad at proofreading and not editing it more and more and so on.
i'm kind of a perfectionist when writing something i plan to post, so it usually weighs me down and causes me to put away things more. however, i've been trying to practice writing shorter posts that may not be the most exciting thing ever and sorta teaching myself that yapping and rambling is cool content too i think?? i try to make my stuff as in-character as possible and with as much continuity as i can (which is why i even proofread in the first place tbh) so i do what research i feel i need to do and read whatever lore i might have available so that also takes me longer to write.
lately, i've been not really 'motivated', but i have been making myself focus hard on my writing, like i'm quite literally trying to lock in lmao. i usually only write at night, so i like to use the hours i have before i go to sleep as a motivator to keep me focused on the actual writing. i do have another post coming up (hopefully), something i was supposed to be writing instead of the renato one so it's not finished lmao, but it is of a character i like and in a new fandom for me so i'm hoping my drive doesn't immediately die and i actually get to finish it this week and don't leave it as a wip for months lol
talking mostly nsfw of ftm! dbd guys ft. danny, frank, joey, renato, jake, and leon with a top reader
mdni no pronouns mentioned for reader. in the same format iâve done before, contains afab language and talk of dysphoria, binding, and periods in the first half plus breasts. written with both pre-entity and mid-realm settings. ooc warning for sure btw lmao and also this is kinda longgg
short first section mostly just sfw with some sprinkled nsfw about if they feel dysphoria, if they bind, and what they're like on their periods etc.
dannyâs dysphoria is very on and off. a lot of his problems can be solved with a good kill, and his dysphoria is one of them; it gives him a rush and fills him with euphoria like nothing else, or at least as dannyâas jed, itâs a little different. heâs very attentive with his appearance, making sure that everything is as it should beâcutting his hair to the right length, shaving but leaving a little bit of stubble, wearing the perfect cologne that doesnât command a room but certainly piques the interest of anyone that passes by, practicing lines that make his voice deeper and makes him sound assertive but trustworthy, etc. when he looks in the mirror he knows exactly who he will see and most of the time he isnât disappointed. he has his days, maybe where heâs pushed a haircut appointment to a later date and now itâs longer than itâs supposed to be and it just makes him feel sick to his stomach, and so sick in fact that he just cuts it with kitchen scissors out of pure stress, and then maybe even uses those same scissors to gouge out the eyes of his latest victim because it calms him downâsometimes things like that can happen just out of impulse. the regret hits him like a train afterwards, especially if he did something that might have landed ghostface on the next headline for doing something so reckless that it makes him cringe just thinking about it. the dysphoria comes in sudden waves, one of the few things in life that danny feels he has little to no control over and it drives him nuts. as ghostface he has little to no problems; watching the news and reading headlines, even just going over his own articles makes him so euphoric. he loves seeing himself in pictures and being able to see the vague outline of muscle and prowess through the dark clothing as he strikes a pose. sometimes heâll hide away pictures he keeps for his eyes only, just to peruse through them and admire himself at his best.
danny usually binds. he doesnât have the largest breasts, really just as average as you can get, but still. to uphold his image he binds, even as ghostface. heâs very confident as jed, getting a little kick out of seeing himself in the officeâs bathroom mirror, but even through the confidence, sometimes heâll slip. heâll bind for much longer than heâs supposed to, insisting that, though heâd be fine without it, it doesnât hurt to keep the bindings on for a little longer. heâll try to convince himself itâs totally okay that heâs binding his chest so tightly that his breathingâs labored because heâs stuck not wanting to admit heâs insecure and will take any little bit of criticism, even unintentional, as threatening. only when he thinks about the side effects being a hindrance to his job as ghostface does it really dawn on him the consequences of these actions. heâs intelligent, but sometimes he gets lost in his own ridiculousness. having a partner to help reel him in can genuinely make him develop healthier habits, especially a partner who knows how to boost his ego at the same time, slowly helping him with any insecurities he wonât admit he has.Â
periods are a bit odd for danny. he both keeps perfect track of them and at the same time tries to block them out. theyâre sort of the few âimperfectionsâ to his identity heâs spent so long mastering. i think that thereâs a time where danny has a lot of denial about himself and being trans, but itâs something that eventually heâs able to conquer and accept. he doesnât experience the worst cramps in the world, usually because due to keeping track of his periods, he always has some pain medication at the ready. heâll use âstomach painsâ as an excuse to take time off work so that he can pay the proper attention to the potential victim(s) heâs got. no matter what happens, he never lets his periods get in the way of his real work. he would literally rather die than admit that any cramps or muscle/head aches ever stopped or hindered him from doing what he needed to do. migraines hit him like a truck, but he insists on pushing through the pain until heâs delirious. sometimes the exhaustion stops him from doing anything too vigorous, and he doesnât want to ruin a good, perfect kill with any stumbles he may experience. heâs okay with spending a day or two just on the couch, doing his research. even with a partner heâs hesitant to let his walls down, but with some coercion heâs willing to at least lay down and let you rub the small of his back to help ease the cramps away. be warned however that his sex drive can randomly spike to unbelievable heights, and if danny wasnât already possessive of you, heâll keep you in bed with him for days if he can help it.
frankâs dysphoria can get pretty bad. and unfortunately in a similar, sort of worse way to danny, the insecurities that rise from dysphoria (he believes) can only be healed by hurting others and doing literally everything to avoid facing it ahead on. heâs got a lot of internalized problems going on and a lot (if not all) of them, he struggles to fix in a healthy way. in the realm heâs rougher on survivors, using all of his strength to cut down their back and stomachs. heâll work out, in the fog or not, to make sure his build is consistent. if he notices any sort of struggle to pick up survivors or break pallets, it has him reeling. if you see him without a shirt on, complimenting his muscles and strength really helps with his dysphoria and it overall makes him a lot happier and confident. frank can often go into a sort of hiding that causes him to isolate himself with just his festering frustrations to keep him company. heâs very easy to read and itâs especially obvious when heâs angry or upset, so being able to keep him from suffering alone is a good step to help him from eating himself up from the inside. a lot of his dysphoria is pure emotion and feeling, but heâs also a guy that sees every little physical âflawâ as a threat.
outside the realm heâs just about the sameâheâll compulsively cut or shave his hair and will over-analyze the way he looks before going out. the three pairs of jeans he owns that arenât ripped will be ripped by the end of the week. cars parked outside that one mall by his house? all their windows are busted in and all their tires are popped. heâll do just about anything no matter how stupid to make him feel like he has control. if he has it available (though this guy would probably manage to steal some anyway) heâd take testosterone. heâd need someone to teach him how to properly go about using it because god knows he wouldnât do any research. it doesnât make all his dysphoria go away, but it does bring him some inner peace he wonât admit to anyone out loud. it also makes him really horny and heâll only really be satisfied with you helping out. also, if he could, heâd get bottom surgery and honestly just like a typical man, having a dick goes straight to his head and heâd probably somehow become more of an asshole lmao.
frank was a tomboy who obsessively hid his body in an attempt to appear more boyish, so he binds a LOT. heâd perform his own top surgery if you let him. he leans more onto the flatter side so his chest is small enough that he can put on one or two baggy shirts and pass just fine. he also doesnât know the binding etiquette in the slightest, so he will keep a binder on overnight, every night for a week. if no one smacks him over the head for it, he will never learn. he hates feeling like he has to abide to rules, even ones that cater to his health. most likely if youâve been together either as friends or in a relationship long enough, he wonât bind at all with you. heâll even go shirtless if heâs hanging with the other legion members just because heâs comfortable enough and doesnât feel like he has anything to prove (to a certain extent). he likes showing off his muscles and tattoos so itâs a win/win anyway. he might have his days where suddenly he feels gross and insecure, but they usually come in phases that deteriorate over time if heâs able to distract himself. also, he doesnât take kind words too seriously, but actions he does; kiss his chest or his neck, right over the tattoo, and it makes him melt. feeling your breath on his bare skin is enough motivation for him to take off his binds for a night or two.Â
frank takes pain as a test of his strength and perseverance. he either wonât admit heâs cramping or he will be like âyeah it hurts a little bit, i guess..â where in reality he wants to fold so badly but wonât due to his ego. it takes a long time to get it in his head that bearing the pain makes little to no difference to his masculinity. the mindset never completely disappears, but he eventually learns to seek out some form of comfort, though itâs never something he outright asks for. he wonât ask you to rub his back, but he will make an effort to lay down with his bare back towards you as he groans in feign exhaustion. youâll basically just have to get the hint if you ever want him to be truly comfortable. frank is always moody, but heâs especially moody on his period. heâll snap at you for every little thingâif youâre even slightly in his way, heâs mad at you. if you have long hair thatâs even barely touching his arm when heâs trying to sleep, heâs mad at you, if youâre taking a shower a millisecond before he decided he was going to, heâs mad at you, and you get the idea. his sex drive plummets as well, though regardless, having sex during his period is an absolute no for him. he canât stand the idea and heâll get mad at you if you question it. youâd think it would be better to give him space during his period, but just know, even when heâs subconsciously pushing you and his friends away, if he notices youâre deliberately avoiding him? heâs mad at you. he doesnât exactly make things easy.Â
joeyâs an interesting one. out of everyone on this list, heâs the least dysphoric by a mile; he feels little to none of it. heâs a little similar to frank in a way where he tries to power through any bad feelings he has. he pushes down his insecurities (or at least tries to) and he attempts to fill those spaces in with other things as distractions. heâs calmer than frank about it, but admittedly he can get a little in over his head during trials if heâs really feeling bad. he becomes less merciful and suddenly the bloodlust comes over him much easier and every survivor in the trial is dead before they can even get more than three gens in. outside of the realms, heâs almost always with the other legion members so itâs easy to have the silence filled. when joey is on his own is when things get a little difficult. itâs harder to deter his mind from certain things when itâs all he can really think about. he doesnât go into hiding the way frank does, but he does noticeably act a little differently; not so quick to quip back at jokes, no longer in the mood to play video games or go out much. he dresses like he always does but he might find himself lingering at a mirror more often, nitpicking little details he catches before having to avert his eyes, and for the rest of the day heâll have his head ducked. but eventually he kind of snaps out of it, and heâs back to his usual self. he is also somewhat guilty of the âboys shouldnât be feeling this wayâ mentality, but heâs a lot more self aware than frank is by a long shot, and after some time suffering in silence, heâll seek out emotional comfort from your or his friends (though out of the legion, susie is the most understanding).Â
joey honestly canât be bothered to bind half the time. heâs somewhat flat chested, and even then he typically likes wearing layers and baggy clothes as part of his style anyway so he doesnât see the point. his breasts are more of a nuisance than anything, so binding does help to keep them in place when heâs running across the entirety of azarovâs or in hot pursuit from a neighborhood cop or something, which is very similar to frank except joey doesnât feel like breasts take anything away from his identity. joey is very much a âgo with the flowâ kind of guy; whatever happens, heâll cross the bridge and just go along with it. heâs also not that finicky about his body, regardless of any feminine features he may bear. legion has given joey a lot of newfound confidence from his typical self-conscious teenager phase. once he got older he really stopped caring. heâll take his shirt off to flex his muscles and everything, because why should he care? his confidence grows with every trial he dominates, but if heâs ever on a losing streak at the wrong time, it goes straight to his head and in turn makes him crawl back into his shell until heâs in full control again.Â
joeyâs periods are usually very consistent. itâs the same thing every time. the first two days, nothing but cramps and typical bleeding. day three, no cramps, but his legs ache and heâs too unmotivated to do anything but sit around and watch whatâs on tv. after that, itâs smooth sailing. his periods go by very quickly (honestly, julie and susie are jealous). he gets some mood changes every now and then, some nights feeling more depressed than usual or getting giggly over the tiniest things. if heâs cramping, sometimes heâll smoke weed instead of taking pain killers. usually he does this with frank, but then frank thinks itâs a little too intimate to smoke together while theyâre both on their cycles so he opts to do it alone. regardless, joey 100% will try to win over some sympathy so that he can get out of doing chores and work. yeah, he was totally fine just yesterday but today? heâs far too weak to even get out of bed, meaning you have to be the one to make breakfast and do all the dishes.. he always makes up for it later, but heâs got to keep up some kind of rebellious streak, itâs just in his nature. heâll like to laze around, reading comics and playing video games. but pamper him a little bit, gently apply lotion onto his arms and legs and hand-feed him food and heâll fall in love with you all over again.Â
renato feels a LOT of dysphoria. they happen unexpectedly in large bursts so heâs never prepared for it. when he was younger, it was easy to get comfort from thalita, but as he gets older he adapts and learns ways to face his dysphoria head on while also being able to focus on other things. usually, his dysphoria is attached to certain physical traits like his chest or his stature. his sisterâs a model yes, but she definitely wasnât the only one gifted with pretty looks. renato is unfortunately the type to compare himself to others. sometimes he wishes he could look more manly and rugged like david, or have the same boyish charm that leon does. heâs always been a little awkward and self-conscious, but itâs still hard for him to not feel like thereâs something heâs not doing right with the way he looks. sometimes he may try to mimic what he sees from the other men, but they never quite come out right. renato thrives on consistent but genuine affirmations, especially from the people he admires. but the further he becomes more in touch with himself and gains more independence, he finds it easier to overcome obstacles like dysphoria and is able to completely accept himself. especially when he has a partner, he wants to be the best he possibly can be for them, and with someone understanding and patient it only motivates him more. praise and subtle reminders to keep thinking logically is what really helps renato move forward.Â
renato only started binding a little later in life. heâs a bit forgetful due to how fast his mind works, but once he gets a good schedule going, binding is almost life-changing. renato is pretty flat chested but binding makes him feel comfy and very much so boosts his confidence when out in public or with other people. he crosses his arms less, and finally he can puff his chest out in a silly sort of bravado way, like some other guys might. binding definitely makes a big difference with some almost drastic changes in his demeanor. even in trials his confidence is boosted; often times he can get too shaky to keep a chase going, but with binding he feels like he could run the killer for all five gens and survive on top of it. sometimes, he likes to look at himself in the mirror just to observe. his eyes trace over his tattoos and the way he fits in a t-shirt. heâll notice things he hadnât before, like the muscles of his arms and even the sort of charming way he stands. heâs almost a completely different person, but a very happy one. if he got top surgery, heâd absolutely love showing off his scars.Â
all his confidence is gone the minute his period starts. even doing research about periods and his bodyâs anatomy is unfun. a part of him wants to be fascinated by the process, but he genuinely hates periods so much that it kind of taints everything for him. kiting is still a little bit fun, but during his cycle heâd rather watch you or thalita while he sits down and just relaxes. he gets a lot of muscle aches alongside pretty bad cramps. he has pain medication put aside specifically for his cycles. renato also gets a little moody, but he doesnât have mood swings because heâs almost always in the same mood. he gets frustrated over everything, even to the point of tears. he trips over his words so much that he will sit in silence for an hour or two out of spite. he gets embarrassed about it after his cycle ends, but itâs not that different to how renato usually is. renato knows his period is nearing when he gets irritated even hearing his own sister speak. if survivors still had periods in the realm, renato has to hide a lot because heâs almost always on the verge of tears and it makes him even more frustrated if anyone comes up to him asking how he is. at the campfire, thereâs too much noise and too many things heâs sick of hearing the other survivors talking about. only with you is he truly calm, unless you tease him; then heâll get upset and avoid you for a little bit, so just be nice and sweet with him and heâll be as happy as someone can be while on their period.
jakeâs kind of an odd one. heâs got some sort of complex, so dysphoria is really just a nuisance more than anything. itâs not that heâs against feeling things, he just finds certain feelings get in the way. he sighs when he realizes today is going to be a little bit more difficult than it needs to be because something in his brain is begging him to hide away even in his own home. he experienced worse dysphoria growing up, having to actively deal with whatever expectations his parents put on him while also having to figure out his identity and what he really wants in life. he brushes off your concerns and tries burying his feelings, but they all come out one way or another. mostly in the form of anger; heâll snap at you to leave him alone, but after giving him some space itâs best to be there by his side or else he probably wonât come to you. heâs not easily convinced by words, but he is by certain actions. he lets you in when he realizes you wonât leave him be, and thatâs when heâll stubbornly let you give him comfort. jakeâs dysphoria isnât linked so much to his physical body. heâll never EVER admit it, but some of his dysphoria is caused by the thought that heâs not like his brother. these thoughts never truly go away, but they do become less frequent with work. knowing he has a partner who can see through his bullshit actually helps more than he could have imagined. nothing gets past you when it comes to jake. when heâs particularly in those thoughts, despite his preference for space, he accepts cheek kisses so easily. he hates how quick he feels better after just one. in the realm especially, when heâs dysphoric heâs nowhere to be found. you can seek him out, and youâll probably be the only person who knows where to find him, but depressions are staggering in the fog. still, thereâs a flicker of hope when you kiss him.Â
jake doesnât feel the need to bind most of the time. heâs pretty flat chested, and his clothing of choice usually is enough to hide away anything visible. the only reason heâd bind is if heâs feeling like dysphoria might be creeping up on him, then naturally he feels like he needs to hide. heâs a little stubborn about binding; he feels like he doesnât need it. sometimes heâll scoff if you offer it, almost offended. you kind of have to hammer it into his head that you only suggest it because you care for him. mostly, jake relies on layering over binding (but heâll pretend itâs not related). when it comes to the topic of top surgery, itâs either jake got top surgery when he was younger as a fuck you to his dad (regardless if his dad actually cared or not) or jake insists on never getting top surgery out of an overall spite, so he doesnât have to admit that the dysphoria âgot to himâ or something. he doesnât want to feel like heâs admitting defeat, itâs just how his brain works. he likes to solve problems, but anything he canât actually see or touch is something he doesnât want to deal with at all.Â
of course, jake isnât saying shit about his period. he gets cramps sometimes but theyâre really not the worst thing ever. occasionally they can get bad, which in that case heâs staying quiet about it until they go away. he might even go out of his way to do something like chop wood or carry something really heavy over his shoulder just to compensate for himself; he refuses to let the cramps think they have control over him. jake is also noticeably a little more grumpier and moody. heâs quieter, however, if you can believe it. conversations with him will be way more one-sided unless you deliberately try to rile him up, which in that case heâs going to probably humble you really bad. it will only annoy him further if you brush it off and keep talking. when jakeâs on his cycle, itâs better to just sit in silence with him and give him some space. prepare a meal he likes and make sure heâs warm and cozy. he loses his appetite quite drastically during his cycle, but he does get extremely thirsty. however make him a dish his mother used to and he will be very happy. jakeâs kind of a certified âa way to a man's heart is through his stomachâ sort of guy. a good meal will certainly earn you a chaste kiss from him, as well as a rare, but intimate conversation. heâs particularly sensitive during this time, so say or do anything that upsets him and heâs reverting back to his previous state of saying absolutely nothing or possibly snapping at you and saying something that might genuinely destroy your self-esteem.
leonâs dysphoria has lessened over the years. his early 20âs are when his dysphoria is most rampant. itâs when heâs most aware of how others perceive him, mostly due to his choice of occupation; he was self-conscious and still in the process of learning how he wants people to see him. it isnât until his late 20âs that the dysphoria starts to dwindle and dwindle. it still lingers occasionally, especially when he finds himself in a room full of co-workers and strangers, his mind will wander and suddenly he becomes anxious of whether or not heâs blending in with the men in the room. leonâs dysphoria is something that mostly goes away with time. in his brain, peopleâs compliments and praises donât mean much. however that doesnât change the fact he noticeably preens at your compliments and praises. when you tell him he looks handsome, he canât help the way his heart races or how he hangs on to your every word. itâs hard for him to doubt himself when you smother him with affection every passing moment. heâll come to a point where any bad thoughts or feelings he has are snuffed out like a flame purely because youâre what drives him forward. an older leon deals with dysphoria by ignoring it and pushing it down. heâll do job after job until he feels like heâs snuffed it out. it creeps back up on him eventually, but at the same time leon canât be bothered to think about that sort of thing when thereâs so much going on, in and out of the realm.Â
leon binds, but only for certain situations. his breasts are larger than average, but with his strong, muscular build, they tend to blend together, meaning leon could very well make do with just a bulky jacket and something padded over his chest and no one would think twice about it. younger leon, with less muscle, was much more self-conscious about them, though half of it was because they brought more attention to him than he would have liked. he wonât bother binding at home, especially if heâs had a long day and just wants to relax. leon definitely has an assortment of very supportive sports bras that he likes to wear out and at home, and are great for work too. sometimes he needs to double them, just due to the size of his chest. heâs not too bothered by their existence in a way where he doesnât feel like it hurts his identity, however you will definitely hear him occasionally sigh in frustration as he becomes hyper aware of the way his breasts move each time he takes a couple steps without a bra or binding. they definitely can serve as a nuisance when heâs trying to do daily tasks or work, but in a weird way he doesnât exactly hate them. leonâs the type to stand in the mirror and tighten his t-shirt just to see the way his breasts become framed. basically, theyâre a guilty pleasure. and he certainly doesnât miss the glances that come your way. heâs contemplated top surgery many times, but heâs never really come to a conclusion of whether he wants it or not. a part of him feels it will make life easier, and another part worries he might genuinely miss what he had. for the time being heâs on the fence, but either way he knows he wonât be any less loved by you.Â
on his cycle, leon gets constant period cramps almost every other day like clockwork. heâll wake up, eat a small breakfast, go for a run, and then come home to relax just in time for the cramps to kick in. during these times, he really just wants to power through them until they go away on their own, but he definitely wonât reject your offers of comfort. he appreciates it when you run him a warm bath paired with an oddly effective massage (and turns out those massages really do wonders for him). bring him some iced tea and whatever weird thing heâs craving to snack on and he might accidentally fall asleep in the tub. your knees will ache like crazy afterwards, but at least leon isnât tense anymore. by the way, he works up quite an appetite during his cycles. his eating habits in general could definitely be better, but during his cycle he becomes a somewhat intense snacker. he needs a granola bar every hour or so to keep himself satiated. heâll wake up in the middle of the night to raid the fridge just to do it again once the sun starts to rise. youâll be eating dinner together and see leon in the corner of your eye staring your plate down like a hawk, silently wondering if youâll be willing to give him the rest of your meal. theyâre habits heâll never realize he has until you tell him, which heâll be pretty embarrassed to find out. heâs the type to get obscure cravings, but they also end up being things heâll genuinely eat outside of his period which will either be disgusting or just very interesting. after his period is over, his chest becomes veery sensitive, even to the point of going shirtless in the comfort of his home. he gets a spike of horniness right before and right after his period.Â
second section all nsfw here talking about them and their body, foreplay, ideal positions, their volume, how they take dick, what happens after, and if they like unsafe sex and just cum etc. lmao
dannyâs not exactly self-conscious; heâs used his looks to lure people in, he knows heâs hot and he knows exactly how to make you bend to his every beck and call in the bat of an eye. with danny, every touch is calculated. the way he walks, every step he takes, every swindle of his hips, thereâs no mistakesâusually, anyway. youâd be the first to see the cracks in his scripts. he never expects the spark of fire that ignites when your skin touches his. heâs not used to actually feeling, or at least feeling something other than a hunger for blood and gore and the sick satisfaction (and all the attention) that follows after. you make him long for something different and he hates it. he hates that he wants to kiss you and be kissed by you. his body leans into your touch and he despises it. even through his frustrations, he shudders when your teeth graze against that one spot just beneath his ear. it disgusts him how human he feels with you, but at the same time he canât get enough of it. he wants to feel your hands on his waist and be pulled into your embrace. he thinks only for today will he let you do what you want with him, but he never was good at keeping promises. danny lets you hold him down, he lets you bind his wrists and hold his legs open and push him over the edge again and again until he can barely move and he fucking loves it. he loves you, in the only way he can. only for you does he slowly undo the buttons to his shirt, letting the fabric slowly fall from his shoulders so you can touch him and feel him up to your heartâs content because you know he likes your warm hands on his cool skin, dancing around his nipples until theyâre threaded in his hair. only for you will he wear a specially picked out pair of panties beneath a pair of jeans thatâs just a little too tight, hugging his curves and perfectly shaping his ass and thighs. he didnât even mind it that much anyway, even when he discovers just how sensitive he is and how every little touch makes him feel like heâs going to collapse because everything you do to him drives him absolutely crazy. only you get to see this side of him and live to tell the tale.Â
foreplay depends entirely on dannyâs mood. some nights he wants to take it painfully slow just to tease you and keep you hanging by a thread, usually because he already got you riled up days prior by being particularly touchy-feely, only to pull away with the excuse that he has his âworkâ to do. then other nights heâs too impatient to even get either of you fully undressed before heâs on your dick and already halfway to orgasm. either way, itâs a torturous experience for you. if heâs feeling sweet, heâll make you think youâve got the upper hand with your fingers inside him, but heâs never below you for too long. danny is very methodical with his foreplay. your very first time together is very informative for him, heâs hyper-aware of every little jolt and twitch you make in reaction to specific touches and words. by the end of it, heâll know almost everything he needs to know, and unfortunately for you heâs very good at using this information. possibly surprising, but danny loves pleasuring you. he takes a scary amount of enjoyment out of the way you shake when his tongue glides along your cock or when his breath hits the sides of your neck. no matter what kind of person you are, heâll have you almost begging to take him one way or another. heâs not afraid to keep the foreplay up for a long time, heâs got the stamina and then some. sometimes foreplay consists of using you for his pleasure, which in that case heâs an expert in keeping you on the edge. he knows how to make you tick without making you cum. even so, danny isnât completely heartless; heâll always reward you with a mind-blowing orgasm. though just be warned, danny isnât exactly a âone round onlyâ kind of guy.
danny is kind of all over the place. his mind runs a mile a minute, so you most likely arenât going to stick to one position. if youâre having your first time together with jed, heâll let you take him on his back where he can act accordingly as your obedient, submissive lover. heâll appear a little nervous, trying to be smooth; he double-checks that you have a condom, and when you ask how heâs feeling heâll play it cool, saying how he can take it just fine, but then heâs scratching down your back the minute you slide in as he tries to hold in his moans. he bears his throat, encouraging you to kiss at him, hoping youâll sink your teeth into him and just bruise him up the way he wants you to. though heâll continue holding onto you like youâre a lifeline, asking you to take him gently with half-lidded doe eyes. danny, however, is a little bit different. most likely heâll want to be in your lap at first, youâre probably on his couch after youâve just finished a horror movie and heâs gotten all jittery with excitement. heâs on your dick, not even bothering to put a condom on because he insists the pill is enough. he takes you to the hilt immediately because he loves the little burst of pain he gets from being stretched so suddenly. youâll either finish with him in your lap, or youâll switch to missionary so you can push one of his legs to his chest and take him even deeper. danny mostly likes facing you just so he can easily read your face, but he does get a little kick out of you pushing him onto his stomach. bend him over a table and he will just lay there and take it, completely relinquishing control. though, that, youâll have to earn. danny secretly likes being roughly fucked and used, but he at least wants to try to pretend like he doesnât. heâll ride you in the passenger seat of his car, trying to pin your hands down while praying to god you get the memo and just hold his hips down to fuck into him the way he desperately craves.Â
danny isnât egregiously loud but he can be very talkative. usually heâs making comments to rile you up, or just talking mindlessly because heâs so wrapped up in the pleasure he can sometimes start mumbling and dragging his words just as an attempt to ground himself. he tries to keep his moans down for the sake of keeping his dignity, but they can slip out occasionally if heâs not biting down on his tongue. if youâre turned on by loud partners, danny will use that against you despite it all. heâll let you hear him when he wants to drive you crazy, only moaning in your ear when he knows youâre getting close so that it makes you fuck him harder, but he tries not to overdo it. dannyâs the type to be deliberately loud if he feels like someone might hear it. if youâre fucking him during a trial, he might moan your name out just to embarrass you. heâll do this too, even at home; say you have a neighbor that danny hates. he will memorize their schedule so you two can have sex at a time where theyâll hear everything. he has little to no shame, and if it gets you hot-faced it only spurs him on further. heâll even make sure your bed frame is in a position to be noisyâit might earn you a noise complaint but danny finds it worth it. otherwise danny mostly just talks and talks, blabbering incoherent nonsense about your cock, or anything to get you to fuck him faster, either out of anger or arousal. jed makes his moans prettier, under his hand or into a pillow. heâll beg no matter who heâs playing though. heâs not afraid to beg for your cum, though afterwards heâll always spin it to make it seem like it was you begging and not the other way around, and somehow heâs so convincing that you almost believe it.
dannyâs pussy was practically made for your cock and heâll remind you of that often. heâs incredibly sensitive, oddly enough. heâll twitch at the faintest touch to his clit but heâll still last a long while; heâs trained himself to have pretty high stamina. much to dannyâs dismay, thereâs little to no tension when your cock enters him. not only do his legs naturally spread open for you but his pussy opens so easily on you that thereâs little to no stretch. it doesnât take a whole lot to turn danny on so his pussy sops up real fast, causing your dick to glide in and out of him rather effortlessly. basically, dannyâs a meal ready-to-go at any time. bend him over, push his slacks to the side and just take him. heâll squirm but itâs only to rock you deeper into him. even during your first time together youâll be shocked at the way your cock perfectly slides into him. heâll savor the slightest burn he feels just so he doesnât have to admit that even his pussy is so infatuated with you that you barely even need to wait before fucking him. how is he supposed to tease you about how hard your dick is at just the sight of him when his cunt slicks up his underwear before heâs even gotten a damn word out? eventually the man accepts it, only because he lives for the way you practically drool over him when he slips his pants off. itâs just another thing to use against you, thank god.Â
after your first round, dannyâs just going to be fired up and blazing. he needs to get fucked at least two or three times to get close to being tired. if you have low stamina, heâll never push another round out of you, but if youâre calling it quits after just one fuck then donât expect danny to fall asleep next to you, heâll be wide awake for the next four hours at least. stay awake with him or not, heâs happy either way. (though if you donât want him going out and making another headline then the better option may be to keep an eye on him). believe it or not, itâs possible to fuck danny so good that he cries. itâs nothing too crazy, but itâs not absurd to find a tear or two falling from his eyes after a good fuck. he responds very well to being edged, itâs the only way to really tucker him out. over-stimulation just gets his adrenaline kicking up, but edging takes genuine energy out of him. after an orgasm heâll collapse and just kind of lay there for a second. typically heâll take the sheets and clothes and put them in the wash because even though he loves being fucked and filled and everything else, heâs a bit of a clean freak. but after waiting so long for an orgasm, he doesn't have the brain power to do much of anything else. heâll get up after thirty minutes or so because he doesnât like doing nothing for too long, but heâll at least have some energy to take a shower, preferably with you.Â
of course, dannyâs into being bred and fucked, much more than youâd probably realize. itâs a mix of everything; possessiveness, wanting you to belong only to him and vice versa, marking him and ruining him for anyone else. and honestly, maybe heâs got a thing for baby trappingânot that youâd leave him, and not that heâd let you, but sometimes he thinks about piercing holes into the box of condoms in your dresser, persuading you to fuck him over and over until he knows for sure heâs been filled and bred and he can make sure that you stay, even if the way to convince you is with the news of a baby in his belly. he buys condoms and takes birth control, making sure to keep his image of an upstanding golden boy to anyone who cares enough to notice, but man if he doesnât get off on you filling him up.Â
frank is a bit indifferent about his body. he loves looking at his tattoos and he shows his scars off like trophies, but in a sexual sense heâs very inexperienced. he hasnât really bothered experimenting, so most feelings are going to be very new to him. his nipples are sensitive, his neck is sensitive and bruises easy, his pussy flutters with every kiss and touch, etc. sex with frank will be pretty slow. heâll want to jump the gun to get it over with, but stop him and ease him into the intimacy by eating him out first. heâll call you disgusting for it, but itâs just to hide his embarrassment. heâll be the type to keep his shirt on the first few times you have sex despite the fact youâve literally explored his insides. and heâll also want the lights off. donât bring it up and heâll ease up eventually. frankâs body is probably going to fight back at first. again, the sensations are new, so expect his legs to close over your hand while you finger him and donât be surprised if he accidentally scratches you with how hard heâs holding on to your biceps. after all the internalized shit passes by, frank becomes a lot more relaxed. heâll be less stingy about you seeing his body, but frank can be kind of a slow learner when it comes to realizing that you actually like him. youâll have to adapt to his habits, kissing him over his clothes and admiring his body with your hands. before you know it heâll get so impatient heâll be pushing your head to his chest so you can suck on his nipples. once you get frank out of that shell, itâs hard to remember a time where he wasnât.
if you donât call the shots, frank is going to want to skip the foreplay entirely. heâs impatient and heâs nervous about the intimacy that comes with the whole thing. (at least typical foreplay, the only type heâd be good at would be something like, wrestling and getting roughed up. something more aligned with frank like a fight for dominance). he gets restless (and flustered) watching you feel him up and kiss him. for frank, foreplay is the equivalent of waiting in a line, it just builds up his anxiety. it also feels a little too real for him. he can so clearly see the love in your eyes and it fucks with his head, however he also needs it. he needs to feel you touch him with love and endearment or else heâll never learn that itâs something he deserves and is able to have at the wave of his hand. he hates how sensitive he is, how his body shivers when your hands run up from his thighs to his waist, even over his clothing your touch is like fire. heâs so enamored watching you and taking in your touch that heâs completely still, not even meaning to he relinquishes all control and lets you deeply caress him. your hand will slip under his clothes to run up his spine and he loses his breath.
frank is someone who continuously is stuck between wanting to throw you off him and wanting to pull you as close to him as possible, but inside heâs still scared. foreplay, when not rushed by his impatience, is surprisingly soft and slow. you take the time to get associated with his body (frank learns along with you because he definitely isnât the type to explore himself when masturbating, heâs used to getting the job done asap). itâll take a lot to get frank to admit that every touch by you makes him want to be completely complaisant for you. spreading open his legs and letting your tongue slowly drag up the slit of his pussy drives him crazy. out of everything, frank adores your mouth; tonguing him open is the fastest way to get frank desperate for you, even when he tries to pretend foreplay is âlame and girlyâ. he never fully drops the habit of wanting to skip foreplay, but it grows on him, if not because your mouth does wonders then because he at least will have an excuse for his desperation to get the show goingâif you donât want a frustrated, foggy-headed frank threatening to tie your hands to the headboard so he can ride you as hard as he wants, then make sure you donât drag the foreplay out too long.
your first time with frank may or may not be in a car. if he doesnât just sneak you into his room one late night, then youâre doing it in the back of, preferably, your car. (and honestly, even in the fog youâll probably be doing it somewhere at azarovâs but in a broken down car instead). sex with frank is guaranteed to leave you with some bruises and aches afterwards, but when your sex locations are limited you kind of have to make due with what youâve got, even when you get cramps from being cooped up in a tight spot. in his mind, he prefers being in a position where heâs in power, riding you; holding you down to the bed or pushing you back against the car seat and keeping you in place with his thighs, even putting your hands above your head. he does indeed thrive in these positions, but he has a guilty pleasure for being in submissive poses. typically, even in missionary it will seem like frank is in control of the pace, pushing his hips up to match your thrusts or pushing his heels into the small of your back to pull you deeper into him, but occasionally frank will kind of just be there. donât bring it up or else heâll literally never let you be the dom again, but he loves being on his stomach. itâs a rare occurrence, mostly done in the dark with the lights off. he doesnât mind how you fuck him, put him on his knees so you can pull his hips back as you pound him (frank also loves getting his pussy slapped, so giving him a few hits as he waits for you to enter him will leave him shaking) or have him rest on his stomach where you can just keep him locked between your arms below him, pressed up close with your cock buried inside him, giving quick thrusts that have his moans catching in his throat as he tries not to tear up from how good it feels because frank has and will cry during sex, heâs that sensitive.
he loves when a shirt heâs wearing rides up so you can slip your hands below him to catch his nipples between your fingers. even when heâs in your lap it drives him crazy when your hand frees itself from his grasp to squeeze at his chest, it makes his back arch and you can use the opportunity to suck and kiss on his neck which ultimately is his biggest weakness. he tries not to make himself vulnerable, but heâll buckle almost instantly when heâs riding you, letting you pull him down to mark up the front and side of his neck. he wonât even be mad at you if you start fucking up into him because heâll cum too fast to care that you took his spot in control. though of course after heâs pissed, but mostly because heâs mad at himself for liking it so much. he insists that next time heâll keep you pinned down and under his mercy, but it's a faulty promise. even rarer, heâll sometimes let you take him on his back with his knees to his chest. most of the time heâll hide his face under his arms or in your neck but itâs the same process, it makes him dizzy being fucked so effortlessly by you. even in the trials when heâs in a rush to cum before too many gens pop, completely distracted and foggy from the blood lust and energy spurring from within him, the feeling of you holding him down somewhere in the mud or dry grass to drill into him without hesitation is too much; heâll spasm around your cock, and so long as the coast is clear heâll pull you down to mouth at his bare neck and demand you to fuck him until heâs got barely enough energy left to get a kill or two by the end of the trial.Â
despite what mightâve been said, frankâs a hard cookie to crack in terms of volume. usually he just gives some groans or heavy, shaky breathing, but he doesnât moan unless heâs really feeling good. really, at the start the best youâll get is some groaning and verbal volume, just whatever dirty talk that naturally falls from his mouth in the moment. itâll take a while for him to get to a place where heâs comfortable even being too vocal, heâs used to sneaking into bedrooms or being pulled into nearby closets or empty cars, itâll take some time for him to get adjusted to completely private spaces where he can be as loud as he wants without a problem. even so, his moans usually only come out when heâs being submissive, which again, is somewhat of a rare feat. you wonât hear him moan until at least almost a year or two in your relationship but when you do, itâs an addicting sound. it kind of needs to be wrung out; edge him a little, get him close only by circling his clit, then when you feel like heâs earned it, you can fuck him on his stomach, slowly dragging your cock against his walls until you can feel his pussy tightening in desperation. you may not even hear it at first, but when you thrust into him heâll give out a soft moan. keep rocking into him, switching from shallow to deep thrusts and eventually the moans will build. go too fast or stop too soon and you wonât hear them again for the rest of the night, but keep the rhythm going and frank will keep giving you rough but pretty moans until he cums, and then his mouth will hang open before giving a final groan as his pussy pulses around you in attempt to milk every drop from your orgasm. youâll be the first person to ever hear a moan from frank morrison; theyâre reserved just for you. as long as you donât bring it up he wonât either, and if youâre lucky and heâs feeling sweet, he may even let you put him on his back more often, resulting in his moans and stuttered breathing to be heard right next to your ear without a fussâonly because he loves you.Â
frank takes cock well only because he likes sex like he likes his lifestyle; fast and rough. he loves being bruised and marked up, and being fucked so hard that heâs panting and blinking away dots in his vision by the end of it. he is incredibly sensitive however. his skin bruises easily of course, but man does he get overstimulated. he tries to power through it, but if you fuck him just right his eyes will tear up. he both hates and loves sex that is too much; too much overwhelms him to the point of crying, but it feels too good to keep up the tough facade, resulting in it completely crumbling if he canât get a grip on himself. heâs embarrassed at how fast heâll cum just from you touching him. curl your fingers in his cunt and blow on his neck and heâll cum right there without a touch to his clit. heâs hard to edge with how quickly he can suddenly tumble over it, but successfully keeping his orgasm on the brink will have him crying once again as he tries so hard not to beg for your cock because he needs it so badly. his pussy opens perfectly on your cock, heâs slick but not annoyingly so, and you fit just right inside of him. heâs tight in the perfect way and itâs mesmerizing to watch his pussy drag across your length with each thrust as it tries to suck you back in when you pull out, making him shake and twitch when you effortlessly slide back in to the very hilt.Â
heâll tease you if you get too distracted at the sight of him, but itâs really all to hide how flustered he gets at your attention. youâre so slow when you fuck him, so he has to remind you that heâs a big boy and he can take it, but of course in typical frank fashion he bites off more than he can chew and tears are spilling from his eyes as your cock continuously brushes against a particular spot inside him. it feels so good he canât even move, and when he can no longer keep his eyes open and his back is arching in such a way where he can feel you even more, he can no longer hold on and heâs shaking and pulsating. and when his orgasm ripples through him, he canât do anything but collapse right then and there. your cock makes him feel warm and hot, and when you pull out, he has to stop himself from shuddering again because he feels so empty except for your cum that pushes its way out from his cunt and leaves his hole sensitive and ravaged. and as long as his neck is littered with some bites or his hips start forming bruises the next couple of hours, he is satisfied. heâs beyond embarrassed and frustrated when he finds himself with shaky legs when he tries to stand up, but it means he got a good fuck and thatâs fine with him. he definitely is okay with gentle, soft sex every now and then, or even that instead of something more paced and rough for his first time, but it needs to be balanced out with something hard and fast to keep up with the amount of energy that buzzes through him on a daily basis.Â
aftercare only happens for real if youâre the one to engage it, otherwise he just kinda lays there, saying and doing nothing until he falls asleep. depending on his mood, he either needs his space or wants to just be with you. heâs not the cuddling type, but heâs not against you throwing an arm around him and leaving some space between you else heâll get really hot and push you off. itâs not until you fall asleep that he might scoot a little closer because frank can start to feel alone very easily, and though his usual defense will be to push people away in fear of rejection, heâll take the opportunity to help himself to your warmth and comfort (even though youâre perfectly willing to give it) without the fear youâll literally push him away, rejecting him. if youâre both awake and insistent on holding him, heâll try to make it seem like heâs doing it purely for you, and even though there is just a little bit of truth in that, with him needing space every now and then and not really wanting to be uncomfortably swaddled in sweat and heat, he still craves you and will take the offer to have you without actually admitting itâs what he wants. sometimes heâll fall asleep, but most of the time sex just gets his adrenaline pumping. heâs a night owl due to his rebellious hobbies, so itâs totally in his favor. if youâre someone who likes to sleep after sex, definitely donât expect frank to drift off with you. heâll probably stick around âtill you fall asleep just for your sake, but if youâre not going with him, heâs just gonna dip and go smash car windows with his friends or something. itâs honestly a little embarrassing for him because his friends can definitely tell the difference between a recently fucked frank and a frank whoâs simply just bored and wants to spend time with his friends. youâd really need to work him to get him tired after sex. itâs a fun little challenge figuring out what you need to do to get him exhausted. more than anything, itâs slow sex that will calm frankâs mind. quick sex is a heart-pumper, but slow, romantic sex tires him out mentally in a different but not entirely bad way. when you spend time together in bed, he likes it when you trace his tattoos or muscles. it makes him feel validated. heâll lay his head on your chest if heâs reaaalllyy feeling lovey-dovey. aftercare with frank would be something special because youâd be probably the first to get anything genuinely sweet and loving out of a guy like him.
at first, frank would be against you cumming inside of him. not only would he be disgusted by the thought of getting pregnant, but he finds the idea of being creampied repulsive. a lot of the disgust stems from internalized shit, the fear of feeling too feminine or being treated like a woman might, on his back and bred just to stay at home with a big belly as he waits for you to come home from work everyday; ideas like that would repulse him. it would take a lot of trust for him to let you have sex with him without a condom on. possibly could take years to even consider it. when it does happen, you make sure heâs completely on board. heâs prepared, on the pill and, in his mind he insists heâs only doing this for you, despite the fact it does make him a little curious. and when you do have sex, heâs surprised at how natural it feels. he can feel everything, and afterwards heâs almost angry at himself for keeping the feeling away from him for so long. you donât cum in him, however you do paint his stomach, and heâs surprised at how much the sight turns him on even in the short time before heâs wiping it off and running off to take a shower. he becomes even angrier with himself, because the next time you have sex itâs with a condom and he hates it. he canât feel you the way he craves to and he canât cum. it doesnât feel right, something is missing and everything is distant like youâre so far apart despite your cock having just been sheathed inside him. the cheap rubber almost burns even though it didnât used to before, and after an embarrassingly intimate conversation, your condom is off and your cock works back into his cunt thatâs now so wet it just slides right in, making his head fall back with a shaky breath.Â
his bared neck calls you forward where you lay kisses on it, occasionally sucking a bruise or two. his pussy flutters around your cock that twitches in turn and it makes frank reel. his legs urge you for more, pulling you towards him to bury you deeper until you pull away and fuck back into him. youâre not going too fast or too hard but he already feels so close. youâre in the same boat, thrusting into him and meeting his hips until he feels you try to pull out, and then heâs locking his legs around you just for the moment to encourage you to cum inside. when you do, he feels light. he canât speak, too stunned from the pleasure to even give you an abrasive comment. his legs are wide open, his chest and torso cold from the cool air of your room and his neck is throbbing from the couple of bites you left on him just after you came. heâs never felt more vulnerable, and yet he also feels nothing at all. he canât even look when you pull out, but his legs close in instinct to keep whatâs left of you inside. he wants to throw out all the condoms, wants to keep you for himself. he never expected to become so.. such a sissy. he wants to be mad, and in a way he definitely is, heâs seething and yet heâs so hopelessly in love and exhausted. it takes a couple weeks before frank wants to do it again, and though a part of him hoped that itâd just be a phase, heâd be back to normal in no time, engaging in safe, protected sex! just as his teachers and foster parents desperately taught him, but heâs the same. you cum into him and he canât think straight. itâs a little more than last time and he can hear a thick squelch when you give one last weak thrust into him. before his legs shut, just after a beat, he lets them fall open, his cunt gushing around nothing as your seed slowly ripples from his hole. he got himself hooked, and he can see it in your eyes, that look of earnest intrigue and love, and he decides to blame you for itâif your cock didnât look so tempting he wouldnât even be in this position in the first place. you have no rebuttal, so frank wins. not only do you offer him two tickets to a movie heâd been dying to see, you promise the date will end back at your place, once again in your bed, with frankâs legs open and cum dripping from his cunt. itâs not exactly the typical definition of romantic, but frank is head over heels regardless.Â
i like to think joey is honestly pretty chilled out. he has his insecurities and flaws, but overall heâs pretty confident in himself. he figured most of himself out at a young age which made a lot of the rocky parts of growing up as a trans guy a little easier, especially when he found legion. a group of angsty castaways that like to burn and break shit? count him in. heâs had just a little bit of experience, mostly out of hormonal urges, but heâs had enough to understand a bit of the ins and outs of himself. he doesnât mind having sex with a light on, he doesnât mind having his chest touched or even having his shirt off, he doesnât care about whoâs dominant and whoâs submissive, he just wants sex to be fun and enjoyable. the longer he knows you, the more knowledge and power he has. heâll figure out pretty quickly what you like and what kind of things he can do or show you to make you want him. he can be an annoyingly huge tease when he wants to be. he especially loves showing off his torso and chestâheâs not super built, but heâs worked on his physique over the years and is very satisfied with where heâs at. he loves when you run your hands down his body as he rides you. heâs not super serious during sex, but if thatâs a turn off he can definitely work around it and tone down some of his underlying humor. heâs very flexibleâhowever you want him, heâll do it. if you wanna just admire him and touch and kiss him, heâll let you; he likes having his hips and thighs grabbed, and loves being kissed between them. if you wanna just fuck him until he cums over and over heâll certainly be happy to let you use him how you wish, so long as you give him a little bit of what he wants as well. though for your first time together, he likes when youâre on equal footing. both undressed or dressed, mutually touching the other and kissing, etc. he wants to touch and feel you just as much as you do him. heâs not that shy the first time around, mostly just clouded with lust and love for you. heâll memorize your body and know how to touch you in places you werenât even aware you were sensitive at. heâs a little sensitive too, but itâs mostly just because heâs infatuated with you and anything you do makes him shake.Â
foreplay with joey varies. sometimes it can be slow and fun and giggly, and other times it can be drawn out with lots of teasing and a bit rough around the edges. he likes to use his mouth a lot. heâll nip and suck on your neck, leaving as many marks as youâll let him. he thrives in giving oral and is very good at it. he has little to no gag reflex and with how quick he can learn, in no time at all he masters being able to make you cum in just the amount of time as he likes. even when he likes mutual pleasure, he canât help but want to keep his mouth on you for hours. youâll have to pull him off you or else he wonât know when to quit. he doesnât mind having the favor returned, but he prefers being fingered. he really enjoys when youâre sitting or laying side by side and you can gently finger him while he jerks you off. as good as he can be, heâs really bad about not making you cum too quick. if you donât stop him youâll 100% cum before you even get to the actual sex. of course, joey wonât mind. he likes having your cum on him, especially when it spills over his hand as heâs stroking you through your orgasm. maybe he does it on purpose, maybe he doesnâtâheâll never tell you, thatâs for sure. another form of foreplay he loves is grinding against you through your clothes. itâll probably be how your first time starts, you two laying together on your bed or couch and he throws a leg over your hip to be close and then one of you moves just to adjust in your spot and the tension starts to rise and then thereâs no pulling the two of you apart.Â
joey is not picky at all about positions. heâs very chill and laid back, it really doesnât matter to him what way you take him. he does like seeing your face however. heâd like having playful fights for dominance so the small, spirited competitive side of him helps to make things interesting. one night you have him on his back, his legs to his chest or maybe you have him bent over the ormond kitchen, and the next heâs grinding in your lap with your wrists pinned down, and with your head fuzzy from the stimulation, heâs able to keep you in place long enough to rack at least one or two orgasms out of you. like the other legion members, joey likes to live on the edge, so heâs got a small thing for having risky sex. heâs a lot more aware of his surroundings so heâs not gonna want to fuck in the middle of a public space during the day or something, but he does like sneaking out at night to some abandoned mall or empty parking lot and fucking there. he also kiinda has a thing for having sex with the door unlocked. itâs just a fantasy for him, really, but he honestly wouldnât mind fucking in his room or at the ormond resort where one of his friends (preferably anyone but susie, else heâll just feel bad for her sake) could walk in and catch you. heâd only do this with his friends though because he trusts them enough. heâs pretty affectionate in front of them anyway, mostly just to annoy them (especially if theyâre getting on his nerves), but joey also likes his privacy. sometimes he can revert back to being a little shy, but mostly, joeyâs gained a lot of confidence over the years. especially in the fog, heâll definitely blow off a trial just so you can fuck him, regardless of who might see it. heâs got a mask on anyway so heâs not losing much, especially when heâs still got a sharp blade and the bloodlust to keep nosy mouths shut and survivors intimidated.
joeyâs definitely not the loudest. in terms of volume, heâs mostly just giving heavy breaths and occasional jokes or fun comments to lighten the mood a little. occasionally he does moan, but typically heâs not really all that sensitive, so itâs not anything that tumultuous. his moans are more desperate, when heâs really on the edge or if you keep stimulating a good spot inside him. they mix in with his breaths and huffs, making his voice a lot more husky and eager. he doesnât talk that much, mostly just because he becomes so focused on the actual sex that he canât split his attention in that way, but he does beg a little. youâll almost always hear him letting out sweet pleads, especially when heâs pinned flush beneath you and your hips are rolling into his just right, he canât help himself from pleading for you, itâs literally an involuntary reaction, regardless of who is in control in the moment. he doesnât have the energy to rack out actual words when heâs bouncing in your lap, but youâll still be able to hear his lustful groans of pleasure that blend in perfectly with his hitched breathing and the squelching mess between his legs. he doesnât mind a vocal partner, but heâll be way too fog-brained to pay attention to any words you say unless youâre having slow sex where heâs painfully aware of every slight movement and sound you make. if you want joey to be any louder than he is, his volume increases a lot more when heâs got something over his mouth. either when his face is pushed into a duvet or pillow, or you or him have a hand covering his mouth, the barriers fall and his moans pick up volume, even when snuffed out by whatever is blocking them. this makes taking him on his stomach a lot more fun.
joey takes dick exponentially well. even during your first time together, your dick slides in so easily it might actually have you wondering if he prepared himself beforehand. his body is so ready for you that thereâs little to no tension at all. you glide past his walls with ease, and once heâs become adjusted to your size, itâs like youâre a perfect fit. joey isnât even aware of how much his pussy wants you. heâll tighten around you each and every time you pull back, and he wonât even shake or quiver when you thrust back in, he just pulses with need as his cunt attempts to draw your cock further into him with its tight, slick walls. thereâs zero fuss with joey, no trying to push you away when he feels overstimulated or uncontrollable spasming as he accommodates to your girth, itâs just smooth sailing, like his pussy was literally molded just for your cock alone. heâs good at keeping his legs open, never locking them around your waist or digging his heels into you. they stay wide open, his legs bent, only moving when you push them further up to his chest, where his pussy will convulse in pleasure from the new angle, gushing around your cock and smearing it with a coat of white when you pull out, if heâll let you; his walls milk your cock until you have no choice but to either just cum in him or pull out, but his cunt is more often than not so enticingly warm and snug around you, itâs easy to forget to remove yourself. your cock will twitch as it fills him, his body completely still, except for his stomach that caves every now and then as his cunt takes the heavy load, and he can feel it because the head of your cock is barely an inch or two in him. youâre not even half-way done emptying your balls inside him and joeyâs hips are bucking up. he looks tired, his neck speckled with a little bit of sweat and his face lazy and legs laid open like he canât even move, but his walls still pulse with a need to be filled. joeyâs got both the pussy and the energy to keep you up for hours more. you can keep filling him up more and more and more but itâll be a while before he calls it quits when heâs so pumped up with adrenaline or bloodlust.
aftercare with joey is always nice. if you fucked him into total bliss, heâll give you a satisfied smile before telling you he needs at least a fifteen minute break. in the meantime, you can get up and go get him some water or a soda, even run him a shower of which he may or may not pull you into for another round that will end with giggly kisses and a very restful nap. heâs pretty hard to tucker out with how much energy he builds up, though in the realms if you fuck him mid-trial, heâs out of commission for the rest of it because of the sudden drop he gets from the amount of bloodlust the entity puts on him. heâll savor his time with you and take the opportunity to just take a break from getting hit with pallets and headache-inducing flashlights. joey really likes pillow talk, he enjoys just laying with you and talking about literally anything and everything. if itâs fine with you, he sometimes likes to smoke weed after sex which helps relax him. and even though heâs buzzing with energy, he loves napping afterwards, he always says itâs the best sleep heâs ever had. he likes being close to you and feeling your skin against his, and if you have freckles or tattoos or anything on your skin, heâll trace them with his fingers. heâs pretty affectionate, finding comfort in being in your arms and vice versa, but if you like your space he finds ways to be together without physical touch. oh yeah, donât expect to go out of the house after sex with joey. when heâs done with the day, he is done. he just wants to relax at home, preferably in bed or on the couch, and watch TV or sleep. and heâs also definitely not putting his clothes back on.Â
joey, though a legion member, actually does follow the rules for protected sex. you wear a condom the first time you have sex (unless youâre in the fog) and he steals birth control pills that he only sometimes forgets to take. he does like being filled though, and has no real fears for pregnancy. he quite likes the way it looks when your cum flows out of him, but he prefers it when youâre in the shower so he can just quickly clean himself up, or when heâs in a position where it can easily drip out of him, like when heâs in your lap or up against a wall. his pussy isnât so sensitive he can feel it inside of him, so he gets more of a kick out of seeing it come out of him. he prefers your cum on him, or even in his mouth (or both, where he can look in the mirror and see your seed coating his face and his tongue). he likes it when you finish on his stomach, preferably multiple times, if not at least once or twice inside of his pussy. in the fog, he likes it even more because everything gets washed away between trials, so you can dirty him up with as much cum and spit as youâd like, even ripping his clothes away or scratching and bruising him upânext time you see him, you can do it all over again, and no one but you two would ever know.Â
renato has a very on and off relationship with his body. he has suffered from body dysmorphia in the past, caused both by the bullying he experienced at school and just general insecurity from having a literal model for a sister. he also just has a problem with over-analyzing himself, finding the tiniest little flaws for him to constantly think about when out in public around people he finds much prettier than himself. he doesnât believe you when you say heâs beautiful; praising him and supporting him will very slowly get him out of his shell, especially when you point out features he actually likes, like his tattoos and clothes. heâs always had problems fitting in, but you always pull him close to you when out with friends, never afraid to show him off. heâs radiating under the sun, his hair shimmers with gold and he practically bathes in the light altogether. the sea breeze runs through his hair as he smiles and laughs in his element. his fingers are long and thin, the tips sometimes creased from the strings of his guitar if he hadnât played in a while. he loves the way his lips feel on yours, and even when heâd shy away at first, he comes to love it when you kiss his neck, sometimes trailing your lips all the way down to his shoulder, tracing his tattoos with your hand. you hold his hips to yours, enthusiastic and looking totally in love and it makes renato shy again because your bodies fit so well together.
renato is another meticulous one during foreplay. he sees things a little more analytically. heâs not that confident in himself at all, so youâll be the one taking the lead for a while at the beginning. heâll be insistent on you being the one receiving pleasure, but once you ease him into being the center of attention, he calms down and is able to lay back and enjoy what you give him. you just enjoying yourself is the one thing he wants, so itâs easy to fluster him by telling him that watching him makes you happy. renato really likes slower foreplay, starting with over-the-clothes stuff before leading into more. he prefers gentle, sensual sex, but heâs got a bit of a guilty pleasure for heavy petting and things like that. it makes his face get hot when you cup his pecs or squeeze at his hips and thighs, then slide your hand down the front of his pants and just softly rub at his clit. even the slightest stimulation makes him grab your wrist in surprise. he will very quickly start bucking his hips when you get even just one finger in him, though. renatoâs bad about keeping his legs open, always shutting them by instinct, so youâll have to hold his legs apart if you want to properly finger him. it takes a little more time to prepare renato than you might imagine, which isnât a problem for you since fingering him open is a sight to behold with the way his back arches off the bed and his legs shake to close when you start thumbing his clit in rhythm with your fingers, but renato is also a bit greedy to cum. he wonât be able to help himself to riding your fingers until he cums around them, and with too much stimulation inside him he might not be able to rack up the energy for the actual sex. still, he really enjoys jerking you off. heâs very mesmerized at the sight of your cock in his hand, and it makes him feel both embarrassed and proud to know he can make you cum with just that. even if heâs cum already, heâll still pump your cock with bold strokes, and depending on his mood he might not be able to stop himself from sucking on the head, putting just enough of your dick in his mouth to catch all your cum, and like the good boy he is, he swallows it all (even though he hates the taste).
first and foremost, renato likes being in your lap, preferably where youâre laying down and he has you trapped between his legs. renatoâs pretty sensitive, so he likes having control of the pace and how deep he takes you. heâll get fussy if you flip him over but he loves your cock all the same. he can be a bit of a crier which he'll want to hide from you by covering his face with his hand or stuffing it into a pillow. heâs kind of bad at riding just because of how hungry he can get for an orgasm, he gets sloppy fast. as much as he likes feeling in control, it makes him feel amazing when you hold his hips in place and fuck up into him. he has to grab onto you for support or else he feels like heâs going to pass out from how good it feels. despite his taste for slow sex, he still has that greed to be used and fucked, hard and fast. it gets him going like nothing else. this is why he doesnât mind being flipped onto his back with his knees to his chest. all in all, he likes being able to see your face. he wants to feel your breath on his neck or against his lips before you kiss him. heâll hide his face in your neck and grip your shoulders, and he shivers so easily at the feeling of your lips on him. at the beginning youâre most likely having sex with the lights off, but you can still make out the shine of tears pricking at his eyes when your cock hits deep inside of him after teasing him with shallow, slow thrusts. renatoâs legs almost always lock around you, allowing you to roll your hips into his to give him a good, deep fuck. like that, youâre never too fast (else heâll get mad at you afterwards) youâre just paced well enough to keep him wrapped around your finger. eventually he gets desperate, no matter the position heâs in, and his hips will lose rhythm as he chases after his orgasm. keep him flushed against you as you fuck him and heâll shake as he cums, always allowing you to cum inside to follow.Â
renatoâs not reaaally that loud, but he does make a lot of noise. he doesnât really pay attention to his own volume, moaning on almost every thrust and whining when you change the pace too suddenly. most of the time his mouth is being covered, either because heâs hiding his face in your neck or because youâve got him on his stomach with a pillow to quiet himself. heâs got very pretty moans, always making him sound desperate. he gets out of breath easily, which only make him sound more fucked out and pathetic. sometimes heâll beg for you, usually when heâs close to cumming. if you tease him a lot and edge him, heâll kiss you with promises to be good. most of the time, heâs speaking portuguese regardless if you can understand it or not. doesnât matter much anyway, since his brain is too foggy with arousal to even try and say anything sensical. heâs so soft spoken you may not even hear it, just pleads and whines mixed into a mess of lust under his breath. however he always always says your name when he cums, whether itâs in a whisper, moan, or even cried out. he may pick up volume suddenly, which is why itâs risky to have sex somewhere like in his home he may share with thalita or in a trial. if anyone heard him having sex, heâd probably be way too embarrassed to have sex with you again for months, especially if it was thalita because sheâd hold it over his head âtill the day he died unless it really bothered him. if you want renato loud, be in the comfort of somewhere private. edge him, and then fuck him âtill he sees stars and he might cry your name out with a hoarse throat and with tears in his eyes.
renatoâs good at taking dick when you can get him complaisant and obeying. at the start his body is unsure of the new intrusion, which is why he needs a little more prep beforehand to get him used to the feeling of something inside him. heâs done a ton of reading, he knows his anatomy and yours, understands entirely how it all works but once your dick lines up to his entrance his brain pauses. he tenses up, and even after heâs relaxed he still feels tight. heâd be so nervous that he doesnât get as wet as he would later in your relationship when heâs gotten used to it. renato is naturally a little bratty, even after all the barriers have fallen. when heâs relaxed, stretched, and wet, you slide in smoothly, only having to fight past his tightening walls that pulse around you with need. he feels good, but still wants you give you just a little more of a hard time by keeping his legs shut, which really only makes him feel even more full and warm. it makes him feel very vulnerable having you hold his legs open, or hiking just one over your hip or shoulder, but once heâs not holding himself back, youâre a perfect fit.Â
you make him feel so full, and if he wasnât busy holding onto you like a lifeline, heâd be tempted to try and get a look at his stomach to see if youâre really as deep in him as he feels you are. renato usually cums pretty fast, so most likely youâll have to stop or slow down mid sex, which usually makes him whiney and gets his hips moving. he loves being held down or pressed against you as close as possible so itâs easy to satiate him with attention as you allow his orgasm to trickle down before you begin fucking him again. he always holds on to you so sweetly, making it obvious when heâs getting close, if not for his blabbering then for the way he grips onto your shoulders or drags his nails down your back, his pussy flutters around your cock and his eyes screw shut. when he cums, he gushes onto your cock as his legs lock around your waist, and while youâre still trying to reach your own orgasm, his next one is building at a rapid pace, making his eyes water from the over-stimulation. he can cum twice before it starts to hurt; his orgasms are usually very close to each other as well. his cunt becomes almost gooey from yours and his cum. if youâre still fucking him, even just to ride an orgasm out, the sounds make him too embarrassed to continue further. it turns him on, yes, but he canât stop his face from heating up and heâll need a big gulp of water to calm himself down after. heâs bratty but easy to tame, and becomes very good at obeying you. he can be a bit tight around you, but overall he feels amazing to fuck. unless youâre adamant about it, heâll never leave you without an orgasm either.
after sex, unfortunately renato can be very receptive to post-sex depression. theyâre never too alarming, just randomly heâll get kind of sad and need extra attention and gentle care. when heâs in those states, he doesnât want you to leave at all, even if itâs into another room, so to play it safe itâs best to keep something beforehand to clean him up. wrap him in a blanket and hold him close, get a book out and read to him, or maybe even start a conversation about kites (deadass, donât underestimate his fixation on them) and heâll lighten up. start a puzzle together and itâll be the only thing he thinks about until itâs finished. though since heâs pretty tired after sex, donât get him too excited about kite-fighting or puzzles else heâll just get sad he canât do it due to his exhaustion. when heâs not feeling depressed (which a lot of the time makes him not want to do anything remotely sexual at all, so your clothes are back on and the only skin thatâs touching is your hands or your faces) he likes to fall asleep with your dick still inside of him. he really likes cock warming, so the feeling of your cock softening inside of him as you drift off to sleep with him in your arms makes him feel really blissful and satisfied, especially after soft sex. no matter how he feels afterwards, renato really needs some praise and affirmations that he did good and that you love him. logically he knows you still love him, and that you wouldnât be with him if you didnât, but he still has those self-doubts that plague his mind on the daily. youâre his favorite person in the entire world, so heâs going to need some reminders that the feeling is mutual. he likes it when you give him extra attention, running a bath for him and helping wash him, always being kind to his body and delicately brushing his hair and running your fingers through it. you always give him kisses, on his cheek or shoulders or hands. it flusters him but he loves it. heâs a bit awkward with giving the attention back, but heâs also a little desperate to make sure you get even half the treatment you give him, heâs just sweet like that.Â
renatoâs also gonna be pretty on board with just having safe sex. the thought of unprotected sex genuinely scares him, not so much because of the risk of pregnancy but because it feels like something he shouldnât be doing at all. heâs more educated on the non-pregnancy sort of risks, so he almost always has sex with a condom. heâs not really a fan of taking pills, so he pretty much puts all his trust in you and the condom. if you ever came inside of him, it would have been on accidentâmaybe the condom broke or maybe you forgot to put one on while you were having lazy, sleepy sex, but if you finish inside him, renato will know, and unfortunately for him heâd actually enjoy it; it would depend entirely on his mood though. he may be more sensitive some days, rejecting certain sensations and feeling uncomfortable by things he would normally enjoy. so maybe some nights, the condom feels too harsh inside of him, and some nights your raw dick against his walls feel absolutely amazing. with unprotected sex, he mainly likes it because he actually really likes the way your dick just feels inside him without a condom. heâs sensitive and observant, being able to notice and feel every vein or little twitch your cock makes. heâs not that big a fan of the way your cum feels inside of him, really, he just likes you finishing inside him because it makes him feel closer to you. itâs the most intimate thing you could do with him he thinks, so he loves it. otherwise, cum doesnât do much for him, though he does get shy seeing his own coating your cock or glistening on your fingers.Â
jake is almost the literal definition of nonchalant. his body is carved and tanned from years of living in the woods and performing hard labor. itâs no wonder you were drawn to him by the sight of his unyielding gaze behind deep, brown eyes and tousled hair that becomes shrouded by the darkness when heâs walking in the forests at nightâyou only know that heâs there because he wanted you to know. heâs become hardened in his time alone, but your presence might be what forces jake to look closer at things he had before pushed away. you compliment his stature, the way he confidently leads you down what feels like a maze of branches and dirt into safety and back home, the way he isnât (at least on the outside) phased by unpredictability. he feels something build in his stomach when he catches the glances you send him, eyes scouring over his body in a way that would make him sick had you been anyone else. his bodyâs scarred and rough, and though he doesnât understand why you like to map him out, tracing his skin and somehow kissing away everything he hated about himself, it lights a small fire inside him. when he begrudgingly lets you undress him, he wonât hide away, but he doesnât get why you stare so much. he finds you like being between his legs, kissing at his thighs and squeezing wherever you can. why wouldnât you prefer his toned chest, where his muscles are most prominent, his calloused hands that feel rough against your smoother skin? you find freckles and moles he didnât even know he had, kissing over them and nipping bruises into the fat of his thighs until heâs forced to pull your head up to where he wants your mouth instead.Â
jake both has a lot of time on his hands, and also feels impatient as hell when it comes to foreplay. depending on his mood, he can be the one completely in control, stroking your cock with light, lazy touches with an unamused expression or suckling on the head, hovering his mouth where you need him most but never enveloping you inside or to the back of his throat. and then sometimes he really canât help himself, though of course he wonât say so, heâll just give your cock a pump or two and call it foreplay before just sitting down on it and riding you âtill he cums. heâs zoned out a bit during foreplay, not out of boredom but out of unease. itâs more intimate than he expects it to be. itâll be a while before he lets you do anything to him beyond thumbing his clit. youâll have full blown sex long before youâll ever get your tongue or fingers inside him. when you do get to that point, he doesnât act that differently than usual. the lights are still low, just barely on enough he can see what youâre doing (not like youâd attack him or something, he knows) but dark enough that you wonât see the light dust of pink dancing on his cheeks or the way his body flutters beneath your touch, despite the fact you can clearly feel it.
itâs without a doubt proof of his trust when he lets you dive between his legs to slide your tongue through his folds and slip your fingers into him. he really tries to avoid showing his enjoyment, but in the end his body betrays him. he twitches and convulses around your fingers that quickly become wet with his arousal. when he cums, heâs almost angry at you, or at least he wants to be pissed, but when you say, youâre mad i made you cum? he only responds with silence and a glare that pierces through you even in the shadows. performing foreplay on jake is probably a bigger prize than the actual sex. watching him fall apart on your fingers or tongue, his body shaking with the ripples of his orgasm as his hand holds on to you for grounding is a sight to behold. it genuinely pisses him off how good it feels, but once he notices that shine in your eyes and the thirst you have for him, he uses it to his advantage, breaking you down layer by layer with just his hand until youâre shaking and making a mess of his fist.
jake, at least at first, prefers being in control. he likes positions where you're under him and at his mercy, preferably you fully undressed and him still clothed because it just gives him a sense of superiority. he also likes when you beg. heâll sit on your lap and jerk you off but heâll never let you cum until you plead him to. heâs not happy unless youâre in need. heâll get on his knees, whether youâre in bed, in the kitchen or hidden behind the trees, slowly taking your cock down his throat. if you buck or push his head down, he stops, and probably wonât touch you again for the rest of the day/night unless you really find a way to make it up to him. he doesnât like cum in his mouth, so when he finally lets you finish, itâll be in his hand, and with your cum heâll jerk you off, smooth and slick until you have tears in your eyes from the over-stimulation. when heâs feeling particularly spontaneous, heâll let you hike him up onto a table or up against a tree or wall to fuck him. your dick may be inside him but whether you cum or not is up entirely to him. he sets the pace, making sure youâre not going too fast (really just for his enjoyment watching you try not to lose your mind) until he gives you permission to cum, and then you can pump your cock into him as fast as youâd like until his pussy milks every last drop out of you.
at the start of your relationship youâre rarely completely on top of him, but over time, more and more youâll find jake on his back with your hands on his hips keeping him in position to allow yourself to fuck into him and bury your cock deep and fill him up. you donât take the relinquish of control lightly; youâll be the first to ever see jake park on his stomach. bend him over, push him up against a tree or even against one of the shack walls during a trial, and fuck him deep and slow. he usually prefers it quick, only having the patience to keep things slow and drawn out if it meant driving you crazy. heâs forced to feel everything with your cock buried to the hilt inside him. pull his hips back to fuck him onto your cock and he just about loses it. his eyes will water, and if you push yourself up against him and lock him between you and whatever it is youâre fucking him against, pumping your dick into his pussy so fast he can barely keep himself standing, tears will fall and heâll cum on your cock with a good shake. he has a guilty pleasure for being in positions where he has no other choice but to take you, whether heâs on his stomach or down flat on his back with his legs pushed open by your hands. press him up against your chest and just fuck him and heâll be completely complaisant. he may not be able to look at you for a while afterwards but it gets him dizzy in the best way.
at first, heâs going to be dead silent, and for a while. heâs very good at controlling his volume, no matter how good youâre fucking him, heâll manage just fine with biting back moans and sighs considering he can suppress literal screams of pain. the only reason heâd ever make noise is because he trusts you enough that he loves you, and is really doing it for you if you enjoy hearing those kinds of sounds. the exception for this is mid-trial sex; yes, itâs completely his choice to fuck there, but that doesnât mean he actually wants to get caught, so heâs being dead silent and his hand will be clamped over your mouth if you canât control your own volume. it is kind of a fun challenge to try and fuck something out of him, but if youâre having sex in the middle of a trial, more often than not heâs the one completely in control anyway. though eventually, once youâre far enough in a relationship together, he naturally lets those walls fall and stops using that extra energy to quiet himself. heâs still going to be quiet because heâs just not a very loud person in general, but he does let out soft sighs and husky moans. during these times, you can work out the prettiest moans when you take him deep and drawn out, letting your cock glide against his walls slowly before suddenly thrusting forward, right to the hilt without even a warning; one of the few times you can really surprise him.
he doesnât like being treated like glass, so fucking him hard and fast before slowing down just to tease him will get him steadily picking up volume. when heâs in these positions, submissive and willing and letting you do whatever you want to him, heâs less verbal, really just making sounds of pleasure more than anything, but when heâs being dominant and riding you or grinding against you, thatâs when heâs talking. his dirty talk is next level, completely unfiltered and honest. heâs not afraid to tell it how it is, if youâre fucking him right or wrong, if you need to shut up and be quiet. his dirty talk is more degrading because praise can be a little too vulnerable for him, but you know youâre doing something very right when he canât speak, or if the words get caught in his throat or if he simply canât even find something to scold you for. heâll cum in your lap with a shaky breath, his voice stuck. heâll get off you and say something about how you came too fast or you were holding his hips too tight, but really itâs just a front so that he can pretend like he wasnât just fucked into total silence (âcuz itâs supposed to be his choice, not because you actually made him fall apart). he can be sweet sometimes, if heâs particularly happy or in a lovey-dovey mood, though this just means he wonât degrade you. but he will say i love you, very quietly and under his breath. you might even be asleep when he says it, but itâs said nonetheless.Â
he takes dick very well, like literally effortlessly. youâre sure he must be experienced but he never mentions anything about it. if he struggled with taking your dick, youâd never know with how quiet he was anyway. he doesnât shake in effort to hold himself up or growl in pain or frustration, he just sinks down on your cock or pushes his hips forward to take more of you in and doesnât make a peep. thereâs barely a stretch too, you glide in with ease even though heâs not even really that wet, and jake being the man he is will get impatient if you donât just start fucking him. heâs not all that sensitive, so he needs a lot of stimulation to cum. a lot of the pleasure he experiences has to do with his feelings and emotions, like he gets the most powerful orgasms when youâre fucking him and kissing his neck, whispering about how much you love the way he feels around you. he can ask you to fuck him without a stutter, taking your cock and telling you to go faster or deeper while looking directly in your eyes, but the second you tell him you love him or get even a little mushy during sex, heâs unable to look at you as he stumbles over the edge, his heart racing in flushed anger and his pussy pulsing in need. all of a sudden heâs shy, and if youâre still fucking him he canât even find any words to say, and even if he could, heâd be too afraid to speak in case he said something stupid like i love you, too. and god forbid you call sex âlove-makingâ, heâs literally going to have to take a rain check because all of a sudden heâs feeling hot and nervous like some virgin whoâs yet to even get to first base.Â
all this aside, physically, he can take anything you dish out. his pussy can take some bruising but his heart is really his weak spot. he likes to fight for dominance, just to make sure you really deserve to have his pussy. he needs a lot of clitoral stimulation to cum, but he can last a very long time energy-wise without it. heâs really physically strong, so he can take you for hours if you havenât tapped out. heâs also a little bit flexible, so even though itâs embarrassing for him being in such a vulnerable position, you can push his legs up to take him even deeper. his pussy doesnât get all that wet fast, so itâs kind of a trip to finish inside him and use your own cum as lubricant to fuck him into his orgasm. his body reacts very strongly to you despite jakeâs own fortitude; his stomach caves when you brush over it, his legs lock around you and his pussy flutters and gapes when you tease his entrance or pull out. so even though jake might berate you for getting him sticky with your cum, or that you were sloppy and uncoordinated or something, his body still gravitates to you, wanting to be close and eager for you inside him. his legs will have the slightest tremble when you pull out, his face hot with pleasure and embarrassment will be covered by his arm as he bites back a sigh. heâd let you fill him up over and over again for hours if he wasnât so afraid to admit he liked it (and if he didnât hate the cleanup).Â
aftercare can take him some to get adjusted to. heâs not used to the vulnerability and early together in a relationship heâll insist on not bothering with it. heâll take a shower because he hates feeling sticky and sweaty, but heâll take some offense to you offering to take care of him because heâs very independent and feels like itâs belittling for you to do such a thing when he can very well do it himself. he really likes his space, and after sex he probably becomes a bit touch-averse; heâll feel overwhelmed and uncomfortable if youâre too close to him, so itâs better to let him come to you when heâs ready for that kind of contact. despite his typical aloofness, he does like it when youâre in the same room together. he wonât say it out loud, but heâd prefer it if you didnât leave, even when heâs covering himself up with his back to you, not saying a word, heâll revert back to feeling that loneliness heâs felt for so long if you decide to go home or exit the room, and then heâll sit there convincing himself he shouldnât be longing for you at all in the first place. heâll continuously go through this internal cycle if you donât step in and stop it. he needs someone willing to push through his bullshit and tell him straight how things are so heâs forced to face it. he gets pissy about it, but eventually he learns to let go of some of his insecurities and allows himself to freely press his face into your neck and let you hold him, just close enough to hear your heartbeat while still leaving some room between you. he needs to learn that itâs alright to be close emotionally with someone, and that it wonât be the end of the world if you treat him gently. heâs still awkward about it, but you can finally manage to get this boy a moment to rest by urging his head down to your chest and running a hand through his hair.
jake doesnât care if you wear a condom or not, so long as you pull out when he tells you to. itâll piss him off if you cum inside him when heâs in the middle of a trial or about to go to sleep. he finds the stickiness annoying and if you cum a lot, or itâs much thicker, heâs gonna want to clean it up as soon as possible. heâs okay with it in the shower; he actually finds there to be something a bit possessive of having your cum on him, making him want you to mark him up and get him dirty, but he will literally never admit this, so he continues insisting you pull out and cum in your fist. he likes seeing your cock dripping with your cum, especially when you finish because of his hand or mouth; it makes him feel powerful knowing the effect he has on you. if you cum inside of him, itâs on his termsâyouâll finish deep within him, and unless youâre on a time crunch, your cock stays inside him to keep your cum from gushing out. if you donât do what he says, heâll be either pissed, incredibly turned on, or both. you can cum on his face, finish on his pussy and rub it onto his skin with your thumb and heâll be flushed with anger and arousal. in the realm he insists heâd never be caught dead with your cum in his pussy, but some days he desperately needs the stress relief. heâll ride you and milk your cock, letting you spill everything you have into him. his head gets foggy and he makes his lip bleed with how much he bites it, but itâs just what he needs in the literal hell you two are forced to live in.
it took leon a very long time for him to love his body, and with a partner he only becomes more and more confident when he sees how easy you fold for him. he loves seeing his effect on you; heâll walk around the house with a tight shirt on so you can very clearly see just about everything through the fabric. heâs not usually the type to feign confusion, but when he notices you hovering around him he likes to ask âneed something?â just to see the pleading in your eyes. youâll be the first person leonâs ever let play with his breasts. heâs never understood the appeal of them but he lets you do what you wish because admittedly it does feel good when you squeeze and touch them. leonâs both painfully unaware of how gorgeous he is but also knows enough that heâs able to easily have you wrapped around his finger. itâs difficult to know for sure if he wore that specific pair of jeans on purpose because he knows his ass looks good in it, or if it was the only clean pair he hadâheâll never say. he really does love you, even during your first night together heâs willing to give you everything he has. leonâs got a nice and strong body, heâll keep your head locked between his legs with just his thighs if it makes you happyâthe muscles arenât just for show. heâs the prettiest fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping with water down across his muscles, his chest bare with nipples perked from the cool air and a pair of sweats just barely hanging on to his hips.Â
one of leonâs favorite forms of foreplay is sitting on your face. heâs got a really sensitive pussy, so having you hold him in place to eat him out has him shaking real fast. he could wrangle you onto your stomach with your hands clasped behind your back in an instant if he wanted to but he loves rolling his hips into your face and feeling your tongue dive deeper into his cunt. it gets him teary-eyed very easily too, though heâs very good at covering it up. sometimes you have âplay-fightsâ, where you challenge him to a wrestling match, just for fun. he always wins, and you know he will anyway, but it doesnât fail to get him hot and bothered, especially when he canât ignore the way your eyes are burning into his form, taking in the sight of him in your lap or pushing you against the wall. he canât help but just kiss you, giving into your touch and letting you have your way with him as compensation for knocking you on your ass. though some days he likes to take a more forward approach, simply seducing you (which is very easy) but then having to resist just hopping on your dick so he can focus on you as he pumps your cock with a warm hand until youâre so hard you have to pull him into your lap and pound him. though he does really love slow, sensual foreplay thatâs drawn out just as long as he can take it, where youâre groping and fondling each other in bed, kissing until youâre completely breathless and then ending the night with passionate sex. heâs a hopeless romantic at heart, but heâs not opposed to ravenous fucking every once in a while. his pussy gets super puffy and swollen very easily, itâs very sensitive, so prolonged foreplay with direct touch to his clit can put him out of commission pretty fast, even for a guy with such stamina and physique. in the fog you donât have the luxury to tend to each other for hours, but heâs very happy to blow you before a trial, and will not be opposed to you returning the favor once youâre both back.Â
leon doesnât say it out loud, but he loves straddling your hips and slowly riding you. heâll lean down so you can push his shirt up to let his pecs have a breather where you can pop a nipple in your mouth and press and pinch at the other. the first time you have sex you take initiative, simply having him on his back and finishing him off with a thumb at his clit and spilling onto his stomach, but the longer youâre together the more his dominant side seeps out. heâs a got a submissive nature to him that comes out very easily, but heâs also naturally a protector, and with that comes with more dominant habits, like keeping you close to him with his legs or arms around you or locked in place under his legs as he rides you to completion. he gets a bit of a possessive kick out of you finishing inside him, feeling like youâve marked him as yours and all that. further in your relationship when youâve fucked out all the shyness out of him, (though some still lingers, naturally) he likes binding your hands together. heâll use whatever you prefer; handcuffs, a tie, anything. but he likes to make you beg for him to let you finish as you watch him fuck himself on your cock. heâll get super red if you ask to do the same with him but he doesnât mind it.
heâs a good mix of submissive and dominant, having certain days where he just wants to be manhandled and bred and fucked until he canât walk, and then some days just wanting to come undone on his fingers while you watch with your wrists tied to the headboard. in the fog heâs a lot more toned down, mostly due to always being on edge; he likes positions where he can be on the move if needed, like up against a wall or, even better, hidden away somewhere in a locker or behind so much foliage where, honestly if someone managed to find you, itâd be more impressive than anything else. regardless, his favorite positions are a bit more vanilla; he likes missionary, riding, and being on his stomach (though heâs a sucker for mating presses). he feels the most physical pleasure when youâre taking him from the back, usually being so deep inside him that he can barely even move aside from gripping at the ground or bed sheets. he loves being fucked senseless, though heâd appreciate it if you let him have at least some room in his head to think in case he needs to be on the move stat. heâs only a little bit into the riskier stuff, like heâll totally get off on riding you while parked in an empty parking lot or having you fuck him so good that your neighbor complains about it at your apartment door the next day, but heâs not big on fucking mid-trial (mostly for your teammatesâ sake, though the idea does have him swatting your hand away with flushed cheeks) or anywhere someone or something could catch you off guard.
his volume differs on how long youâve been together. at the start heâs a lot more shy, trying to hold in moans but still letting out soft ones anyway, just at your ear or exhaled into your neck or shoulder, but further in he becomes more confident and doesnât hold them back unless heâs feeling a bit bratty. if you tease him too much heâs biting them back to not give you the satisfaction. sometimes heâs easy to break, just some crudely sweet whispers in his ear or a good thrust or two to reel some moans out from his throat, but typically heâs hard to crack, especially when he really doesnât want you to get the last word inâheâll wait until youâre begging for him to say something sweet or give him just one little moan, just anything so you can hear him and then he feigns guilt, cooing at your frustrated expression as he rolls his hips into yours to thrust the head of your cock deep into his pussy where he will give you everything you ask for and more. heâs not usually very loud, but he does have some of the sweetest moans youâll ever hear. his breath shudders when you hit a spot inside him just right, and if you make a comment on the way his pussy feels snug around your cock, his eyes will roll back for a moment as he lets out a breathy moan or two that pick up volume when you take him even deeper. he keeps himself quiet for the sake of others, even when youâre completely alone and somewhere utterly private (like heâs trying to remain professional somehow), but when he feels 100% comfortable itâs hard to keep him quiet. and the further along in your relationship, the better his dirty talk gets. at the start itâs non-existent, too afraid to speak in case he lets out a loud groan to even give you praise, but later heâll sometimes get into phases where he canât stop babbling about your cock. the only reason he wonât do this is because youâre fucking him too hard for him to speak.Â
leon loves being bred. the older he gets the less he cares where your cum goes. a younger leon would have been more professional, insisting on only having safe sex with a condom and birth control, even having morning-after pills on hand just in case. but the more experience he has the less he really cares. leonâs one of the few that might actually have a breeding kink, so he gets off on the thought of you accidentally getting him pregnant. he used to be embarrassed seeing your cum anywhere on or in him, but now he needs a creampie every now and then to get his fix, and he can take multiple before he taps out. he loves coming home after a long day and riding you, making you pump him full as many times as he wants until youâre begging him to give you a break. he doesnât mind having cum drip out of him or having it plugged back in, he likes it wherever you want it to be. cum on his stomach, his chest, his ass, his face; he takes it with enthusiasm. when he feels like rewarding you, heâll suck you off and swallow everything you spill into his throat just because he can. he likes riding your face and seeing your mouth and chin wet with the taste of him, and when he fingers himself, heâll pop his fingers in your mouth and make you lick them clean. he calls you disgusting and pathetic as he makes you lap at his soaking pussy, keeping you between his legs with his strong thighs until he has his fill.Â
short thing of ftm! renato with a top reader having a language barrier in the fog. they fall in love and fuck
mdni no pronouns mentioned for reader. unprotected sex but itâs set in the realm so ngl thereâs no actual risk of pregnancy. i know thereâs multiple ways renato would most likely already know english but, y'know. also reader doesnât know portuguese
renato is frustrated, in more ways than one. every time youâre both at the campfire, his gaze falls on you, only diverting when you look his way. thalita has noticed, because of course she hasâshe understands the problem, the sly smile on her face proves that much. she nudges him, ushering him your way with her hands. he shakes his head before burying his flushed face in his hands. his cheeks burn with embarrassment and frustration, and heâs not sure what to do about it.
the most communication he has with you is within the actual trials, when he pulls you behind the run-down shack after hearing the quiet footsteps of one of the stealths that you were never able to hear over the pattering of rain the entity liked to drizzle over your heads. heâll put his finger to his lips, urging you to be silent until the coast was clearâyou understood that, thank god. heâll never forget when he had once misdirected you in his panic, his native tongue having slipped casually from his mouth. you were caught unawares, stepping into a strategically placed bear trap among the tall grass. you yelped, your own language having ripped from your throat in what he assumed was a curse. he didnât even have time to save you before the tall, rugged killer had snatched you from the trapâs grasp and threw you over his shoulder, throwing you onto the nearest hook without another thought before the entityâs claws took you away before renatoâs eyes.
renato knows some english; thalita has taught him a few words and phrases, just some things she picked up during her modeling career. heâs overheard conversations from tourists, but even with the little he learned at school, he was never brave enough to insert himself into any conversation in fear of stumbling over his words and humiliating himself, so unfortunately, he was terribly out of practice. he said hello to you once and you smiled brightly, returning the greeting. he wanted to say more, but in his excitement, all that came out was something you couldnât understand. the corner of your lip twitched into a nervous smile, your eyes crinkled like you were genuinely trying to make sense of what he was saying. alas, you had no clue. but you didnât walk away like he had expected you to. you patted the spot beside you, and after a beat he sat down, making sure to avoid bumping your knees together where you sat beside the fire.Â
it was the first time youâd outwardly offered, but it wasnât the first time youâd actually sat beside each other (heâs kept track). he always assumed it wasnât deliberate, even when you could have chosen to sit alone or next to someone you could chatter and throw jokes around with, like david or meg. but you sat beside him, even when there was nothing but silence between you. sometimes youâd laugh in response to something the others had said, but then youâd look to him with a smile so wide that renato found himself smiling too, even if he didnât know what it was he was even smiling about.
there were barely any words exchanged between you, but strangely, renato was alright with that. sometimes he caught you looking at him from the corner of his eyes, but he brushed it aside, convincing himself you were just looking around in boredom. but your eyes would meet, when he had started to do the same and was unable to stop himself from staring. youâd smile something gentle, something that made him feel less like an outcast and more like he had a place, even if it was only with you. when he found himself humming, his voice just barely heard over the campâs chatter, youâd tap your fingers along, humming with him even if you werenât quite in tune. when the other survivors ignored him, instead opting to chat and laugh with his more talkative sister, you were there beside him, happy to sit in complete silence.
you almost kissed once. if you hadnât been in the middle of running from a blood lusted killer, heâd have thought it was something straight out of a campy rom-com he sometimes watched before bed. renato was hiding in a locker, back in that stupid shack building he was starting to hate. his heart raced, the sound of it pulsing in his ear so loudly he almost didnât hear your exhausted breaths before you had swung open the locker and threw yourself in beside him. you would have jumped right back out if that awful blighted creature hadnât come hobbling in, his head flicking back and forth as it looked for you. when his heart had resumed its normal pace, he finally looked at you. even with the little gloomy lighting that shone through the locker, he could see your breathing was labored and your forehead was sheen with sweat. he suddenly realized just how close you two were when he could feel your warm breath against his skin as you panted with exhaustion. before he could think, your noses brushed together, and he swore he could feel your lips touch. but then the moment was swiftly interrupted by the locker doors suddenly swinging open once more, and there was dwight, injured and panicked, glasses skewing halfway across his face. before he could shut the locker, his body toppled to the ground after a fierce strike to the back. the blight wasted no time shaking the blood from his weapon before you and renato were swiftly pulled out of the locker and thrown onto the wood floorânot exactly the most romantic thing ever, but renato canât deny the way his hands had started to shake when your faces had gotten so close; he doesnât think heâd mind being stuck in a locker with you again even if it meant getting hooked for it.
the first time you do kiss, it was as awkward and clumsy as he expected his first kiss to be. after he came back from another grueling trial, you found him and laced your hand with his, gently pulling him towards the trees that surrounded the campfire. he was grateful for a variety of reasons; there were too many survivors at the fire, too much egregious laughter and people pushing each other around as they argued over the mistakes made in the previous trial. it was quiet with you, even if you sometimes rambled and spoke to yourself. he caught a few words, and he definitely recognized the curses of frustration and how your tone perked up when youâd said something that was probably supposed to be a joke. even now, he swears he can hear affection in your voice when you murmur something to yourself, briefly looking back at him to make sure he was still following despite his hand in yours.
you stop at a small clearing, turning to him with a little smile before gesturing for him to sit down. at the campfire, there always seems to be some sort of constant breeze. it doesnât stop, move, or grow stronger. it simply lingers in the air, casting a perpetual chill that doesnât seem to die down no matter how much the survivors huddle close by the roaring fire. it wasnât something heâd even particularly noticed until he one day saw yun-jin fussing with her hair, exasperated by the breeze messing up her neatly combed hair. so renato noticed it immediately when here, in the clearing, the wind was completely absent.Â
you sat opposite from renato. even without the campâs fire, it was noticeably warm. you were sitting close, though you were always aware of making sure you werenât intruding in his space. he appreciated that about you, even if he wished desperately to be the one to hold your hand, or to throw himself in your arms where he could lay with you for hours and hours without having to worry about being pulled away into a trial. you were looking at the ground, plucking away at some grass. a tiny flower laid before you, and between renatoâs fingers, it felt strangely like strawâjust another reminder of the world they were trapped in, but you werenât fazed. your fingertips touched, and he quietly gasped. his hand fell into yours so easily, and quickly renato became acutely aware just how warm you were. when he looked up, your eyes locked. renato was never good with eye contact but for some reason, it came easy with you. the way you looked at him gave him butterflies, and sometimes he wondered if you got them just the same. a small smile forms on your face, and renato has to try his hardest not to accidentally look down at your lips.
you ask a question. it comes out like a whisper, something only meant for him to hear. nothing else is said, of course, and quickly you shake your head with a little laugh. he thinks for a moment you might be laughing at him, but then a hand softly cups his face, your thumb just barely grazing the corner of his bitten lips. your eyes land on them before looking back up. heâs frozen, unable to breathe. before he can scold himself for being such a coward, your faces move closer until his lips are on yours, closing the distance. he moves too quickly, causing you two to bump heads. you only laugh, kissing him again. sometimes one of you pulls away too soon and the other leans forward too much, but you donât stop. eventually youâre laying on the forest floor, your hand threaded in his curly hair while his arms stay wrapped around your shoulders. your teeth catch his lip and embarrassingly, he lets out a small moan. you really pull away this time, and he can see the way you try to hide your smile behind your hand. his hair is disheveled now, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. both of you are probably covered in twigs and dirt, but neither of you seem to care. renato feels giddy. the next time youâre sitting at the campfire, his hand hesitantly reaches for yours, and when you enthusiastically reach back, his heart skips a beat.Â
it wasnât the last time you dragged him out to that clearing. it became your little meet up spot, where you sit and wait for the other to come back from their trial, arms open for them to collapse into a warm embrace where you can relax in silence, stealing kisses away from prying eyesâand sometimes, you do much more than just kiss.Â
renato likes being underneath you, arms held tightly around you as you kiss and nip at him. youâve found his neck to be particularly sensitive, frequently placing most of your kisses just beside his throat. when he kisses your neck, your breath doesnât hitch like his, nor do you moan the way he does. instead, he can feel your cock through your pants. when youâve exchanged heated kisses, hands wandering each otherâs body, heâs seen the outline of it, hard and prominent through your clothes. heâs never touched you the way youâve touched him, when youâve had your fingers gliding across his folds and rubbing away at his clit. youâre not sure if heâs afraid to or if he simply has no interest in it, but youâve never pushed him to do it. you just continue to touch him, thumbing his clit or sometimes grinding against him, letting him feel the bulge of your cock right up against his clothed cunt until youâve both cum.Â
what you donât know is he does want to touch you. he has to work up the courage one day, when your sweet, fleeting kisses turn into something heavier and heâs under you again, your hands drifting down to pull the fabric away to reveal his wet pussy. he moves to stop you, but before you can pull away, ready to sit him back up, his fingers lace themselves between the waistband of your pants. you look at him with curious eyes, but before he can go shy under your gaze, he unzips them, pulling them down just enough for your hard cock to spring into place, standing tall between his legs. you exchange a glance, and with a silent nod of approval, he takes you into his hand. itâs a foreign sensation, having a cock in his palm. you throb and twitch, and when his hand squeezes down, pumping you with a slow, hesitant stroke, you let out a faint groan, making his thighs threaten to press together in arousal.Â
he tries to sit up, but you urge him down with a soft âwait.â your hands on his waist make him pause, and with his back to the ground, you take the opportunity to pull off his pants, shimmying them down his hips in a manner that makes him giggle even through the racing of his heart. you canât even get the other pant leg all the way off him before heâs pulling you down to kiss him, relishing in the moan you give into his mouth when his hand finds your cock again. he mumbles something against your lips, and he looks up at you with desperate eyes. with his curls framing his freckled face, even with the grotesque lighting of the realm, he looks beautiful. he speaks again, his tone more eager this time and his voice trailing off with something that sounded almost like a plea. with his hips bucking forward, looking desperate in an attempt to rock the head of your dick into him, you finally get the idea.Â
his arms wrap around your shoulders when you slide into him. he keeps you close, face hidden in the crook of your neck where he whispers into your skin, his accent thick with lust and need. you hear your name occasionally breathed out with a heavy sigh, almost always accompanied with a squeeze of his pussy around your cock. you rock into him, gently fucking him into the soft soil. he moans with every roll of your hips, only stopping to mumble something into your neck that goes quickly forgotten when you grind your cock deep in him, catching the words in his throat and starting his cycle of moans all over again. he fucks back into you, heels hitched at the small of your back, and you groan out his name, right by his ear. he flutters around you at that, and in return you let a hand glide up below his shirt, circling one of his nipples. you kiss it through the fabric and he careens, his legs around your waist tightening.Â
a deep thrust into his pussy and renato cums, his moan dying in his throat when you continue to fuck him, your pace only slowing down to not overwhelm him as you use his pussy to bring yourself over the edge. his soft walls pulsate around your throbbing cock as you finish inside of him, pulling away just enough for your cock to fall from his hole, coating his entrance in warm cum and allowing it to drip down his taint. his eyes are shut tight, his back still arched. his stomach caves every now and then before you give him enough room to allow him to close his legs. he lays on his side, softly pulling at your shirt sleeve to signal you to lay down with him.Â
heâs hot, sweating from his forehead and panting like heâs just run a hundred miles, but he doesnât find himself missing the cool breeze of the campâs chilly air. beside you, exhausted and warm, itâs absolutely perfect, and he knows just what you mean when you whisper, âi love youâ into his messy, curled hair.Â
short thing of ftm! mello, matt, and L (separately) riding a sub top reader
mdni no pronouns mentioned for reader. unprotected sex included for like every character's section sorry lol. probably ooc but i did my best
when mello rides you, he rides you hard. his kisses are deep and passionate, always leaving you aching for more and more. he likes to look down at you, even while perched in your lap. he pulls away when you need him most, making you chase his lips of which twist into a devilish grin at your urgency. it leaves you with your head tilted up in want, allowing himself to tower above you. when he sits on your cock, heâll shudder, but waste no time in riding you. the sting of being stretched makes his eyes water, but he only further smiles wickedly at the sensation. he tightens around you, laughing to himself every time you breathe out his name through gritted teeth. he keeps your wrists pinned to the bed as he humps your cock, his hips thrusting forward to work you in deeper and deeper with precision. he almost makes himself cum too soon when the head of your cock hits him so deepâdead centerâhe could practically taste you in the back of his throat. his stomach caves, and he has to take a deep breath to regain his composureâyou know better than to comment on the shakiness of it. a tear threatens to spill from how good it feels, but without missing a beat, he adjusts the way your cock sits within him and leans back. he slides you in and out of him, clenching his teeth from the sound of how wet his pussy is against the girth of your cock. his legs spread wider, desperate to seek out every last drop of pleasure. his pussy grips down on you, forcing your eyes to lock with his in surprise. he doesnât give you room to breathe, sitting back onto your cock with full force until your balls slap against his ass from the force of your hips thrusting up to meet his bouncing. he can barely even moan when you cum inside of him. with clenched teeth, he rolls his hips in slow circles (if you were more attentive, youâd recognize the swivel of his hips roughly spelling out your name), drawing out your orgasm until heâs certain youâve emptied every last drop of your cum inside of him.Â
your name comes out like a question; shaky and uncertain, it falls from his mouth before he even realizes it, but he canât say anymore before heâs leaning down to kiss you. itâs messy and wild, and when you eventually take him by the hair to pull him away, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before letting go to give you one last kiss. heâs tired, but his walls still pulse and ache where they tightly hug your cock. he sits up, fully on his knees, hovering just above the tip of your cock. his pussy gapes and flutters, and you can see his breath hitch when thick globs of semen you just spilled into him slowly seep out before oozing down onto your cock, dripping from the head and down the base. he grabs your chin to have you facing him, locking eyes. he thinks about licking your cock clean and tonguing your cum into your own mouth, but he pushes the idea aside in favor of simply sitting himself back down, biting back a groan at the way you slide into him with such ease. he doesnât give you a moment to prepare before heâs riding you again at the same pace, the only difference being he now has to make more of an effort to not let your cock slip out from inside him with how wet heâs become. he keeps you down with his hands on your chest, only crookedly smirking at the way you squirm from the overstimulation, the heat of his warm, soft cunt around your cock being the only thing to soothe the sting. itâll be a while until you cum again, but for now, heâs content with watching your face contort into a mix of pleasure and pain. heâll ride you until heâs satisfied, even if it means walking around stuffed to the brim with your seed and leaving you dizzy with a throbbing cock, dripping with his cum.Â
when matt rides you, he takes it slower, though youâre not yet sure if itâs simply out of laziness or because heâs deliberately teasing you. either way, you both get to cum, albeit with some of your dignity stripped away by the end of it. heâs not good at leading you to the bedroom, though heâs certainly not all that bothered by riding you on the floor of your living room. the couch is right there, yes, but with you on the carpet, head opposite to said couch, he gets an even better view of the tv that, though muted, still catches his attention with the channel youâd absentmindedly switched on earlier. you huff beneath him, jerking your hips. heâs riding you at a leisure pace, leaning forward with his hands on either side of you. his eyes are locked onto the television as if heâd somehow forgotten your cock was inside of him, though by now all he was getting was the head as he lazily grinded against it, occasionally having it slip in. youâd hiss when heâd suddenly push his hips back to take in an inch, but matt was stoic, not making even a single witty little comment. he was dead silent, and somehow, you were still hard, and painfully so. youâre surprised that on top of all this, a cigarette wasnât loosely hanging from his lips, but that was most likely due to the fact he left his pack on your bedside table. considering all of his attention was currently only on the television, you realize that actually, youâre quite happy you didnât make it to the bedroom. he hums when you impatiently call his name, and you swear you could see a ghost of a smirk flash across his lips. he looks down at you with that signature toothy grin he only makes when he knows heâs just pissed someone off and, unfortunately, you are often on the other side of this smile.Â
you blindly search for the remote on the small coffee table residing right beside you, trying to keep eye contact as if it would make you appear less pitiful; he raises an eyebrow when you accidentally push a pile of books over the edge. he chuckles at your frustration, and then laughs when you curse at him. he dives forward to kiss you, smiling against your lips. your teeth clumsily knock together when he smiles. when you pull apart, heâs holding the tv remote in his hand, making a show of turning it off with a word of how easy you were before guiding you back down, resuming the leisure roll of his hips which pick up in pace at the lingering sight of frustration on your face. heâs whispering, calling you cute, finding your need for his attention just so adorable. it almost sounds like heâs cooing, like he knows that deep, husky tone of his voice makes your eyes flutter shut as you try to keep your cool. he knows you want to cum, and he especially knows you want to cum inside him, but heâs never been one to make things easy for you. however, heâs generous tonight, rolling his hips in slow, deep strokes to let your cock bury inside him. your dickâs been twitching and aching since heâd taken it out of your pants, and heâs only starting to feel just a little bit bad for keeping you on the edge for so long. he whispers close in your ear before speeding up. he can feel your orgasm approaching before it hits; you jolt, cock jumping even while engulfed by his cunt. you groan, jutting your hips up. the sudden thrust drives him over the edge too, and with a desperate rut of his hips he cums after you, sighing at the feeling of his pussy fluttering around you, growing more sensitive as you pump him full. you roll his hips back into yours, not bothering to stop even after youâve both rode out your orgasms. his forehead falls against yours, and you smirk triumphantly when he gasps out a broken moan. the sound almost has you flipping him onto his back, but he continues to fuck himself on your cock, moaning when you thrust up into him and adeptly rolling his hips down in accompaniment. a curse tumbles from his lips and he cums again, letting himself fall forward from his sitting position to lay against you. heâs full and sticky with sweat, but he doesnât bother to slip you out of him. he lays with you on the living room floor, your cock still buried deep inside of him, and turns the tv back on to a random program.
he humps your cock with a much more calculated roll of his hips compared to your own mindless rutting that falls weak under his weight. he remains mostly unswayed by your feverish attempts to fuck up into him, aside from a single moan he breathes out that is so faint you wouldnât have heard it if you hadnât recognized the sound. he releases your wrists from their spot on the bed, but they remain in his hold. the rocking of his hips pick up speed, just enough to catch your attention and have you sigh out in relief when you feel your orgasm beginning to build. L quietly gasps, his head falling back. behind the curtain of his hair, his eyes shut close as his mouth falls open to let out a hushed moan. your hips buck up, and the sudden thrust has Lâs body twitching as he slumps forward, his orgasm rushing over him intensely. his hips freeze, but his pussy flutters around your cock, abruptly pulling you into an orgasm and practically knocking the wind out of you. he lets out a satisfied hum when your cock finally stops twitching inside of him. his hands find their spot on your chest and he lifts himself off of you, balancing himself on shaky legs. exhausted, you canât even find the words to ask him what heâs doing when you look down to see his face leveled with your dripping cock. trapped between his fingers, he leads your cock to his mouth before enveloping the very tip of it with his lips. his tongue swirls expertly over every crevice it can reach, licking up every last drop of your cum he canât help but find so sweet.Â
poly ftm! lycaon x top reader x ftm! hugo ramble stuff. 90% nsfw with some sfw at the start but this is really just a horny post.
mdni no pronouns mentioned for reader. mix of dom and sub roles for everyone. lots of unprotected sex lmao. lycaon has heats just because, so thereâs some of that as well. mostly proofread. also this is kinda long sorry. a little bit of pre-op stuff is included but is sectioned off to the very end
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they have a habit of fighting for your time and affection. thereâs lots of marking, more often than not from hugo. heâs quite possessive of his belongings, you and lycaon included. lycaonâs bites and nibbles are more so accidental, when heâs particularly affectionate and has been given permission to lay his teeth upon your neck where heâll instinctively nip at you, but strangely it doesnât hurt at all. itâs not exactly easy to leave a mark on fur, but hugo makes do with just nipping and kissing, his actions being much more passionate and teasing.
youâd think hugo was also a wolf thiren with the way he and lycaon fight for dominance. hugo takes up a lot of space with his words and actions, but lycaonâs mere presence can command a room. lycaon wants to cook for all of you, while hugo insists he can do it himself, as well as for you. sometimes hugo feels like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff with the way lycaon so patiently puts his foot down with him. lycaon entertains some of their banter, even when it devolves into petty silent treatments or âanything you can do, i can do betterâ competitions. but then lycaon will simply scold hugo like heâs scolding a misbehaving puppy and thatâll be that.Â
of course, thereâs relentless teasing from hugo, both you and lycaon are victims to it. only with you two, will hugo slip and reveal a softer side to him. lycaonâs so observant, he catches any and all stumbles in hugoâs act. buying a very specific brand of tea or snack that only you or lycaon enjoy? lycaonâs got the receipts to back up that hugoâs the one that bought them, itâs just a matter of whether hugo will admit his actions or not. lycaon will notice the way hugoâs breathing settles into something peaceful and steady, proving how he can relax completely within your arms. hugo has to retaliate, never failing to bring up the way lycaonâs tail wags when heâs being shown affection or the way his eyes never leave yours or his form when out in public, but theyâre weak attempts to divert the topic away from his own behavior.
hugo also likes to make tiny messes just to see lycaon clean them up. like leaving the foil wrappers of his chocolate coins on top of the counters, or dropping clothes on the ground, even right next to a hamper. lycaon can tell when these messes are deliberate, but he amuses hugo anyway. he also knows exactly how to get lycaonâs tail wagging, which is probably the best way to get lycaon awkwardly trying to change the subject as you and hugo watch in amusement.Â
lycaonâs kind of on standby at the start of your relationship. he doesnât really touch you affectionately unless you explicitly ask him to, instead just hovering beside you and only doing whatâs necessary. it takes some time for him to actually turn off work mode and for him to learn that his relationship doesn't have to work like a job. heâs very hesitant with hugo as well, even with some of the tension relinquished from their re-developing friendship. lycaon just really doesnât want to overstep any boundaries and he knows hugo will let his emotions fester despite how openly critical he can be at times. both hugo and lycaon have to push their differences aside in order to compromise, especially when theyâre both too stubborn to admit they love and care for the other. they still have that lingering rivalry even further into your relationship, but thankfully they donât clash heads too badly later on.Â
they both have a habit of giving each other the silent treatment, which is why you sort of have to be the one to urge them to talk things out while talking to them one on one. theyâll silently try to get you on one of their sides but they also know that their dispute is entirely between them so youâre sort of forced to just watch it all unfold and let them sort it out on their own. depending on what they were arguing about, either one of them can be the first to break and apologize. lycaon is too caring and hugo is too touch-starved to keep it going for so long. sometimes theyâll just seek the other out and curl up next to them as a truce, knowing that they could never deny giving or receiving affection. hugo likes to give gifts as apology because sometimes the words are too hard to get out and lycaon likes to take care of hugo to get him to ease up and be more open with his feelings.
if you ever moved in with each other, all three in one house or apartment, there is sooo much passive aggressiveness between lycaon and hugo. hugo will keep certain things in certain places, and when he asks for an opinion lycaon just goes hmph. and hugoâs like, care to share anything else?? and lycaonâs just like, no itâs fine. and then hugo will notice sometime later that lycaon just sliiiiightly rearranged some things and if it doesnât get mentioned then lycaon will simply just move them little by little until theyâre placed how he wants them to be. hugo notices and purses his lips, but doesnât say a wordâjust because he unfortunately loves lycaon and will let him do as he pleases, even if he thinks his taste isnât exactly the greatest thing ever, lycaon does have an eye for decoration.Â
lycaon can become very protective of his/yours and hugoâs space. he hates to admit it, but itâs probably the wolf instincts. heâs perfectly fine with having people over, especially his and your (most likely mutual) friends, but sometimes he can get a little tense if other people are in your space too long. their scents start to linger, and especially if they overstay their welcome, that disrupts lycaonâs routine. he gets a bit anxious the rest of the day after everyoneâs left as the house takes its time to air out the foreign scents as yours and hugoâs refill the space as theyâre supposed to. heâs happy to have friends over, and is perfectly content with making food and preparing drinks to serve, but sometimes lycaon gets a bit defensive of his home.Â
hugo doesnât say it, but he actually quite likes being doted on. when lycaon always restocks his chocolates, or always washes and irons and folds his clothes, hugo likes that thereâs someone just there to tend to the little things. he likes when you hold his hands when heâs starting to zone out a bit, and how you hug him and hold him in your arms with such a soft grip, only pulling away when hugo does first. you and lycaon recall things about him he never expected anyone to just remember, and it really gets to him. he can hardly believe itâs even possible for him to be so loved by anyone. and though he and lycaon have faced their hardships with one another, itâs hard to stay mad at the same person that does nothing but tend to his needs and help him feel secure and loved. and even when hugo dives back into the habit of pushing people away and running off, he is always welcomed home, easing back into that warm and fluffy embrace like he was always meant to be there. Â
lycaon, with permission to touch, will frequently make sure you and hugo are looking sharp. youâll find him dusting off your shoulders or adjusting the sleeves of your shirts. heâs often adjusting hugoâs coat and always fixes up his tie, as well as making sure his hair is tied up well and wonât threaten to get loose. if you also have long hair, lycaon offers to help brush or style it, and tends to do this automatically with hugoâs anyway; if he sees any sort of tangle, heâs using his fingers to brush through it. hugo huffs about it and says heâs ruining his hair but the touch makes his heart flutter because lycaon is always gentle (and impressively efficient). hugo silently returns these affections, making sure the house is clean before lycaon arrives home so he doesnât have more work to do, or even taking care of his prosthetics while he sleeps so theyâre spotless when lycaon gets up the next morning (and almost always is he greeted with a fresh cup of coffee or tea because somehow, hugo manages to be the first to wake up even with lycaonâs early routine). hugoâs good at keeping his spaces clean anyway (though dishes are a bit of a nuisance to him) but he will, to his best ability, keep their home tidied up just to put less stress on lycaonâs shoulders.Â
lycaon really likes bathing you and hugo. itâs that caretaker, attendant side of him that he canât keep down even outside of work. sometimes he has to wrestle hugo into the bath tub, always giving him a kiss on the forehead when he finally settles down and lets lycaon pour water over his head, hugoâs cheeks flushing only slightly when lycaon uses his hand to shield his eyes from the water. he likes to say itâs demeaning, but his tone proves he feels otherwise. lycaon always chooses the best shampoos and body wash with delicate scents that never fail to soothe hugo. if the tub is big enough, lycaonâs pulling you in right next to hugo. lycaon is always prepared, so he has both of yours and hugoâs favorite products at the ready. heâll keep your hair out of the way if you donât need it washed, or if you have long hair he will be very gentle with taking care of it, as well as with hugoâs. hugo will try to do it on his own, but lycaon will find an excuse to just do it for him.Â
itâll make him a little confused and a bit shy if either of you offer to do the same with him. heâll sit himself within the tub like heâs used to, but will accept any help you give him with a quiet thanks. youâre very careful with washing his fur, especially when you get to his tail. most likely lycaon will forget youâre supposed to be helping him and will end up doing most of it himself, but heâll still let you pour water over his head and gently comb out his fur, even his tail which gets seriously heavy when soaked in water, so it makes for a good little work out when youâre lifting it up to brush it. lycaonâs more stubborn when hugo is bathing him, mostly because he keeps making little comments every now and then that lycaon is never fully prepared for. hugo gets a little taste of his own medicine with how lycaon keeps trying to do everything himself, so the next time itâs his turn to be bathed, he sits back and lets lycaon do as he pleases. and itâs especially fun to dry lycaon off, showing no mercy with the towel (or even the blow dryer if he needs it done quick) and amusedly watching the way his coat puffs up and makes him look all cute and fluffy.
hugo likes subtly staking his claim on his partners. heâs not so possessive that itâs overbearing or bothersome, but he likes to leave some sort of evidence that suggests you and lycaon are taken. heâll make sure heâs extra close to you and lycaon when youâre each taking your leave, just enough that his cologne rubs off on you. heâll lend you his jacket if he sees you going out without one, and will insist you at least take it with you, just in case. heâs not even against wearing lipstick just to make sure thereâs a mark left somewhere on you; nowhere embarrassingly obvious, but just out in the open enough that it can catch somebodyâs eye and tell them all they need to know. lycaon has left the house at least once or twice with a red lipstick mark somewhere on his face much to his chagrin, but only because he was already preoccupied. any other time, heâs hyper aware of the way his coat looks and will make sure itâs pristine and groomed. still, heâll wipe off any marks he sees on you or him with a small smile on his face.
hugo may try to keep vivian away from you both for a little bit, just because she wonât stop squealing to herself at how cute you all look together. vivianâs a little obsessed with the whole thing hugo and lycaon have going on, but sheâs such a big supporter of your relationship youâre surprised she hasnât made any merch of you three yet (or at least not to your knowledge).Â
when any of you pop by the video store, belle has to try really hard to keep her thoughts to herself. put any of their favorite movies on the counter and she has to stop herself from smiling because she recognizes it as your partnersâ favorite immediately. sheâs definitely the type to be like, âhey you love birds!!â when she sees you out together so wise always has to be the one to reel her in when she gets a little too nosy. strangely thereâs not too many people actually trying to pry into your love life, though you may get a lot of questions every now and then. rina is mature enough not to ask anything intrusive, though sheâs got this vibe that suggests the only reason sheâs not asking is because she already knows. and corinâs too shy to ask much of anything other than well how are your partnerâs doing? and even that feels too intrusive at times. ellen likes to treat you and hugo as her cool second and third parents sometimes. if thereâs something she canât do or doesnât feel like doing herself, she calls one of you up to help.Â
lycaon gets jealous at times and he gets rather embarrassed about it. he has this urge to pull you and hugo away when he sees anyone getting too close, and he canât help himself to stand behind you like a shadow when he can see someone getting a bit too ahead of themselves with their forwardness. he wants to believe heâs being subtle, but heâs really not. he already knows heâs screwed when hugo turns around and gives him this horrible knowing grin that just screams âiâm never letting you live this down.â and when he puts his hand on his arm, smiling up at him in a terrifyingly casual manner saying something like now now, lycaon, and softly scolding him, his ears will droop back just a little. the person he almost growled at has already walked away, but lycaon still has this urge to sweep you and hugo off the ground to carry you home. a kiss on the cheek makes him flustered, but it calms him down. his ears will perk back up and heâll avert his eyes in shame.Â
needless to say, lycaon is very protective. heâs just extremely caring, and wants to be prepared for anything. sometimes he will accidentally go a little overboard whenever you or hugo have a problem, like just be prepared to have a little too much of almost everything. hugo will make a joke about how cold lycaon runs when theyâre holding each other in bed and the next morning lycaon will buy like 10 different sweaters and will make hugo try them all on. and now hugo of course, doesnât want to just reject this gift so he begrudgingly keeps them all in his closet despite how gaudy some of them areâtheir tastes are certainly different.. but the fabric is high quality and they are quite cozy, so heâll wear them anyway. and hugo looks very cute in sweaters, so heâs not entirely upset about it. but sometimes lycaonâs desire to fix your problems can be a bit overbearing, though done in nothing but good faith. also expect to have too much food and lots of leftovers. it feels like your plate is never empty when itâs dinnertime because lycaon always finds a way to put more food on your plate the second you divert your eyes. he just wants you to be satisfied and will feel sad if you ever get hungry, even if youâve literally just woken up or something, but heâs almost always going to have some kind of food out for you anyway unless he was seriously busy. heâs especially conscious of hugoâs diet and health, so both you and hugo get an awesome package deal of an overbearing boyfriend that will never let you be hungry for even a second.
lycaon once accidentally addressed you and hugo as his mates when talking to rina and he has yet to live it down. not only was it just in front of rina, but also in front of the rest of victoria housekeeping, and belle and wiseâsometimes he still hears ellenâs stifled laughter. when hugoâs being really stubborn about something, heâll use it like a lifeline; âyou wouldnât want your mate to be sad now would you, lycaon?â and it embarrasses him to no end. he doesnât go back on it though, and genuinely does view you as his mates regardless even when itâs not exactly a term he uses anyway, though he would have preferred not to have said it in front of his many friends.Â
they love physical affection so much. theyâre both terribly touch starved and in total denial of it (lycaon a little less, though he less so denies it and rather tries to downplay it). lycaon preens at kisses, always failing to conceal the jump in his tail when you pepper his face or neck in kisses. and hugo melts into hugs, always craving the warmth after youâve parted. he canât help but give you and lycaon a peck on the lips when you say your goodbyes, and will grip the front of your shirt or grab lycaonâs tie to pull you in for one if either of you forget because hugo never will. lycaon likes to hold hugoâs hands, usually in the comfort of any of your homes. whether itâs sitting by a fire or cuddling up to each other during a cold night, he likes to have their hands clasped together. lycaon will kiss his knuckles, and you better hope youâre there to see it because hugoâs face will flush with a light red at the affection.Â
lycaonâs kind of like those dads that fall asleep the literal minute they sit down. like whenever you all relax and sit down at the couch to watch a movie or something, lycaonâs passing the fuck out. he probably has a recliner too, but he also likes sitting with you and hugo and most likely falling asleep between you two. sometimes you just say screw it and you and hugo will rest your head on his shoulder or in his lap and youâll just nap together with a movie in the background. lycaon feels bad if he falls asleep through a movie you maybe wanted to show him, but honestly you canât be mad when heâs finally able to relax and get some actual sleep.Â
hugo prides himself on his independence, but a doting partner is new and somewhat exciting. whether itâs you reaching for his hands to check for wounds, or helping him stand up to avoid a headrush when he hasnât eaten anything yet (of which youâre quick to help fix him something up if lycaon isnât home to do it first), just your touch alone makes his heart skip. he likes when you trace your fingers over his skin, especially his face. when you and lycaon look into his eyes with not a hint of disgust or hatred, he falls apart. he feels sickenly comfortable in your arms, unable to pry himself free from the embrace simply because he canât bring himself to. lycaon treats him like glass, yet holds him with such a strong grip.Â
lycaon will let you and hugo pet his tail. heâll relax on the couch with you both and let you gently pet his fluffy tail as it curls over your laps. in return, hugo will let his hair down and allow you to thread your fingers through it as a wordless way to establish his trust for you. turns out heâs actually quite fond of the way it feels, and will fall asleep in your arms as lycaon lets every single strand of his golden hair slip through his fingers. and hugo doesn't even budge when lycaon lifts him from the sofa and carries him off to lay him down in your bed. theyâre completely relaxed, in your arms or in each other's.Â
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hugo great at giving head, whether itâs dick or pussy. heâs got little to no gag reflex and is excellent at using his tongue and hands. however, suddenly, only with lycaon does he get a little âclumsyâ, and all of a sudden heâs pushing lycaon over the urge much sooner than heâs used to and whoops..âguess hugo just has to make him cum again because âwe wouldnât want to end the night so soon, now would we?â
hugo pretty much uses his ability for evil, taking your cock into his mouth but never taking it quite all the way down his throat. heâll pull away when you get impatient, kissing at the tip of your cock in a way that always has you coming back for more because you can never be mad at him for too long. and still heâll just do the same thing, never taking you completely to the hilt despite the fact heâs perfectly capable of doing so. lycaon used to receive something similar until he surprised hugo one day by suddenly taking control, having had enough of hugoâs tongue teasing his entrance. itâs not often lycaon takes the reins so wildly, but it was thrilling nonetheless.Â
and where hugo is best with his mouth, lycaon works with his hands best. whether itâs stroking your cock or rubbing at hugoâs clit, itâs one of his favorite things to do in bed. and heâs excellent at fingering; itâs one of the few ways to get hugoâs eyes rolling into the back of his head. lycaonâs got a great balance with being gentle yet firm. he does slow pumps and long strokes, but his hand is firm around your cock and his fingers bend just right inside of hugo. and if anyone gets out of line, heâs strong enough to keep either of you held down. heâll keep a firm grip on your waist when you start losing composure and canât help but buck into his pussy. heâll keep hugoâs hips pinned to the bed when he tries to fuck back onto lycaonâs fingers that just donât seem deep enough inside of him. heâll tower over either of you, pinning you to the bed by your wrists. itâs exciting how he can be both patient yet strict and demanding. if youâre fucking him too fast, taking him too deeply, heâll simply just push you over and sit on your cock, rocking his hips and taking you the way he wants it, putting you firmly in your place.Â
hugo loves watching and being watched. he especially enjoys watching you fuck lycaon and turning him into a mess. sometimes hugo wonât even touch himself, which somehow embarrasses lycaon even more. hugo will catch any and every muffled moan or whimper and will order you to stop fucking lycaon just to tease the man and âencourageâ him to be louder. hugo wonât say it aloud, but he does this to deliberately rile lycaon up so heâll really roughen him up the next time itâs just them two.Â
lycaonâs a gentle lover with both you and hugo, but he is more of a tease with hugo. if hugoâs being flirty and trying to be seductive, lycaon likes to play dumb which amuses hugo at first, but then the longer it goes on the more frustrated hugo gets. and of course hugo knows lycaonâs just playing stupid, which is what aggravates him more. hugo will grow more impatient, and at this point, you can join in as well, cooing at him for the way he looks like heâs about to lose his cool. hugo hates being coddled in a condescending way, but it gets him insanely hot and bothered when you and lycaon do it to him in a sexual manner. lycaon scolding him for getting handsy, insisting that if he canât behave himself then he must be taught a firm lesson, it gets hugo going like nothing else. his face burns with a mix of lust and embarrassment and itâs a beautiful sight.Â
lycaonâs somewhat similar. a typical condescending tone from hugo gets his teeth baring and nipping at hugoâs neck, but when itâs tuned just a little bit more sweetly, it gets him weak at the knees. he hates to admit it, but he does like being called âpuppyâ if heâs really feeling it, especially from you. lycaon likes being in submissive roles with someone on the kinder side. he likes when you call him puppy while fucking into him slowly, rolling your hips every time his pussy flutters at the nickname. he wonât be opposed to hugo using the name as well, but only when lycaonâs the one in charge.
it takes quite a bit of trust for hugo to allow you or lycaon to kiss his neck, especially anywhere near his throat, but he loves neck kisses. heâs sensitive right below his ears. he loves soft, sensual moments where youâre gently pushing away his long hair to kiss up his neck, and either stopping right at his throat or at the nape of his neck. either way, your cock slowly dragging against his walls or lycaonâs fingers sliding into his hole paired with warm lips peppering kisses across his neck has him melting into the bed and shaking in pleasure.
they both love neck kisses. lycaon just absolutely melts at them, it really pleases something in his brain, like itâs a more tame way of being claimed. where lycaon likes kisses on his jugular, in the front of his neck, hugo prefers them on the back of his, especially if theyâre followed by a bite. and since you canât really place any marks on lycaon because of his fur, they all go to hugo, so after sex, heâs often just covered in bruises from you and bite marks from lycaon. lycaon also really likes kisses around his thighs. heâs especially sensitive there and, strangely, also on the spot right above his tail. besides his ears, hugoâs sensitive around his back and shoulders as well.
because of these sensitivities, generally lycaon typically prefers positions facing you, and hugo likes positions where heâs on his stomach or turned away from you. it takes lots of trust to put these two in any sort of position like that, but considering the fact youâre even dating them in the first place, needless to say youâve got their trust plenty. hugo also really likes riding you, and sitting himself in lycaonâs lap. hugoâs got a bad guilty pleasure for being held down and fucked where heâs laid down flat on his stomach with his wrists pinned to the bed and his pussy mercilessly pounded. afterwards heâll be a total wreck, buzzing with pleasure and just completely fucked out. lycaonâs guilty pleasure positions are anything that leaves him open and vulnerable. anything where his pussy is just exposed, whether youâve got his legs pinned to his chest or you have him on his side with a leg lifted up, heâs so embarrassed yet so aroused, especially when he can see your cock clear as day fucking into him.Â
hugo loves dry humping with lycaon. for some reason it tends to really get lycaon riled up, and of course hugo revels in that more than anything. usually itâs when youâre not home, or maybe youâre out for work or on some job; either way, itâs just hugo and lycaon. hugo will tease him, kissing at his neck and grazing his teeth against his jugular and chuckling at the way lycaon shudders. he likes to climb into his lap, usually with lycaon laying on the bed or couch, and will just ride him through their clothes, if not just while theyâre undressed and hugo can just grind their pussies together through the fabrics of their underwear, or simply letting them slick and glide across each other as their juices coat each otherâs clits and folds. the fights for dominance really come out here; theyâve both got the teeth to properly nip and bite at each other, as well as the resilience and right amount of pettiness to try and pin the other against the wall or to the bed. when lycaon wins, he sits himself between hugoâs legs and will either grind against him until they both cum, or simply pin him down and finger him until he finishes. and when hugo wins, he draws it out, keeping lycaonâs arms and hands pinned as he slowly kisses down his body and eventually tongues him open, licking at his clit and only letting him cum when lycaon starts to get too restless and nears the point of flipping hugo onto his back and doing what he wants with him.Â
hugo likes being pressed between you and lycaon. he likes it when youâre kissing his lips as lycaon kisses the back of his neck while he undoes the buttons on his shirt, letting it slip down his shoulders where he can trail more kisses down to his back. you can play with his nipples and pull him forward to feel your hard cock through the fabric of your pants until lycaonâs pushing his hand down hugoâs front to gather his wetness on his fingers before pressing them into him. no matter where hugo goes, whether his backâs arched or heâs slumping forward, heâs sandwiched between you two. heâll ride your tongue, bucking up into lycaonâs fingers on his clit, and heâll wrap his arms around lycaonâs neck as you fuck his pussy, giving him no choice but to take your cock as heâs pressed between you and lycaon.Â
hugo is naturally more dominant in bed, being very talkative and seemingly always in control regardless of the position. when he rides you, he likes taking it slow just because it drives you crazy. and even when heâs on his back, heâs controlling the pace with his hands on your hips, keeping you in place with his legs around you. however, sometimes he likes to just lay back with his legs open wide, just letting you fuck him. it may seem like youâre in control, but really youâre not. heâs observing you closely, and his gaze may even be enough to get you stuttering under the pressure. he talks you through it, encouraging you to go faster and to really just give in to your urges.
heâs hard to break during these times, being so cool and composed that itâs frustrating. while youâre losing it, trying not to cum from how warm and tight he is, heâs still laid back, barely even fazed by your thrusts. heâs just smirking at the way youâre fumbling under his gaze as he circles and tweaks one of his nipples, humming when you say his name. he tuts at you when you start to get too close, scolding you for wildly humping into him like some dog in heat. you canât win with hugo like this, youâll simply always lose no matter how hard you try. one way or another heâll gain control, even if you have him on his stomach, bent over the couch or the bed, heâll find a way to get the upper hand. though when he relinquishes that control, itâs one of the most rewarding experiences you can have with him.
oddly, some of his more submissive habits come out when heâs with lycaon and you. especially if itâs just you fucking him while lycaon watches, hugo finds it difficult to think straight. you get all rough when lycaonâs watching and hugo never expects it. you fuck him with his back to your chest as he sits in your lap, he canât compose himself with how deep the angle is paired with your fingers on his clit. he canât even speak because his words get caught in his throat, and if he even tries to talk heâll just moan and stutterâand he will not stutter in front of lycaon. fuck him so good that he canât bother to pretend heâs not losing his mind; take him on his back with a pillow wedged beneath his hips and his back will be arching with his legs open wide before he cums with a broken moan, too fucked out to even be embarrassed.Â
lycaon likes things more gentler. he himself wouldnât say heâs really submissive or dominant, but he does lean more towards being submissive automatically due to the fact he simply just wants to please. he listens and always does what heâs told. heâll let you maneuver him into any position youâd like, heâs not picky. if you want to just fuck him over and over in one night, heâll have to check his schedule first but heâll always try to make time for you and will be perfectly willing to hold out for you and let you use him as you wish. lycaonâs also surprisingly flexible, so you can bend and twist him into a variety of positions. he loves being bred as well. heâs got great stamina, and will absolutely lay there and take as many loads as you can give himâand if he canât actually see the mess, then thereâs nothing to clean, so as long as you donât pull out before the nightâs close to over, heâs all yours.Â
if you want to tease hugo, you can use lycaon as an example of what a good, behaving boyfriend looks like. make hugo watch as you fuck lycaon to teach him a lesson in what good behavior rewards you with. cum inside lycaon, and only when heâs too exhausted to even think, pull out and show hugo the sight of your cum dripping out of lycaonâs pussy. hugoâs a brat, but itâs not impossible to get him antsy and to set him straight, even if itâs only for one night or two. he likes the challenge of seeing who folds first, you or him. he starts off strong, even going so far as to attempting to seduce you with tight fitting pants or incidents with him coincidentally walking into a room youâre lounging in after heâs just showered where heâs only wearing a shirt and nothing else. however as time progresses, he finds it difficult to hold out for too long, especially if you make him watch as you fuck lycaon. he really does not want to lose, but eventually itâs too much and heâs crawling into your lap and undoing your belt, admitting defeat as he sits on your cock with a shudder of relief.Â
lycaon also has got a bit of a bratty side that only really comes out when hugo gets involved. if hugo is teasing him, saying something like, oh you poor thing, you must be so exhausted by nowâwe wouldnât blame you if you tapped out... lycaon will take whatever he says as a challenge (and vice versa). if hugoâs teasing him about how sensitive he is, or how fucked out he looks from just one orgasm, lycaon will challenge hugo to switch places with him and see how he fares at it. and then when hugo is biting back moans and trying to act like heâs got it all under control, lycaon is satisfied, and he may even have his own go at breaking hugo down, starting with using his tongue on hugoâs pussy until his legs are shaking.Â
when the three of you have sex, lycaon likes to keep hugo held in place so you can fuck into him without him getting bratty. hugo will get lightheaded and so fucked out he canât even speak, but even after heâs cum, heâll find a way to rile you up just to get fucked again. and if need be, lycaon will simply take your place and make hugo cum again and again until heâs pleading for him to give him a rest.Â
lycaon and hugo also like to take turns with you. lycaon will graciously allow hugo to go first, but theyâll both be ruining you far into the night. theyâve both got the stamina (though hugo needs more breaks due to his health setbacks and lycaon really only gets tired if heâs using too much of his upper body) but regardless itâll most likely have to be you who has to tap out if you want the night to end without anyone passing out. riding isnât really ever lycaonâs first option, but on the nights where hugo and him have free rein to milk you for all your worth, it is something he quite enjoys anyway. one of them will be in your lap while the other is behind you, nipping at your neck and most likely leaving bruises. if lycaon (being the gentle giant he is) takes too long for hugoâs liking, heâs not afraid to share these thoughtsâyouâd tell them to stop their bickering if you could speak without groaning in pleasure. but hugoâs hands are like magic; crawling up lycaonâs waist, squeezing at his chest, the touch has his hips stuttering and pushing you both over the edge in no time, allowing hugo to finally have his turn.
hugo quite enjoys face sitting, especially when youâre fucking lycaon while eating him out. if hugo is sitting on your face, heâll turn around just so he can watch lycaon ride your cock, becoming shy under hugoâs gaze. when riding lycaonâs face, heâs a little less ruthless, grinding onto his tongue and failing to bite back a moan when lycaon suddenly grabs his hips to pin him in place with his tongue shoved into his hole. and with you fucking lycaon behind him, hugo can hear lycaonâs wet pussy squelching with every thrust, which has him gripping the headboard and fluttering around lycaonâs tongue.
when itâs the three of you, itâs one of the few times youâll hear lycaon ever growl in a sexual setting. hugo likes to rile him up, not only because he likes being roughed up but because he really likes to bring out that wild side of lycaon. if itâs not hugo under lycaon, itâs you under him, and if hugoâs done his job right, youâre not going to get lycaon out of your lap for a while. heâll be growling in your ear as he humps your cock, not so much taking out his frustrations on you but rather heâs letting this side of him heâs always buried come outâyou just so happen to own the poor cock that has no choice but to take lycaonâs pussy that mercilessly squeezes out every last drop of cum it has to offer. and if you really donât have the energy left to handle him, hugo is always happy to finish the job for you. afterwards, while youâre an aching mess, lycaon is at his most relaxed, just completely free of stress and very, very satisfied.Â
it doesnât need to be said but hugo is very much a tease. he likes to rile both you and lycaon up, and honestly it makes him feel all hot knowing that you have so much trust between you that even when heâs denying sex just to tease you, the both of you still respect that boundary. he likes to wrap his arms around one of your necks and kiss you on the corner of your lips as he pushes himself up close. he uses a tone of voice reserved just for you and lycaon that unmistakably means he wants to fuck. itâs sickenly sweet and honest, yet makes you feel like you must listen to his every word. it gets the both of you weak in the knees, which is why itâs so fun for hugo to pull away and saunter off like he didnât just completely plague your mind with images of him shivering under you. and of course when you later find him nonchalantly draped over the bed, wearing a shirt just long enough to hide his pussy between his legs but too short to conceal his curves, more often than not youâre pleading with him to let you fuck him, to which he happily agrees to.Â
he likes to boss you around in bed, and has suggested putting lycaon on a leash so he can pull him around. if you donât put hugo in his place, heâs only going to keep pushing his luck. whether youâre fucking him into the bed or heâs in your lap, heâs in complete control of the pace and heâs 100% aware that you hang on to his every word, so nothing he says will go unnoticed. heâll make you stop if he knows youâre about to cum, and will make sure that when you do cum, itâs because you begged him to let you. he acts like youâre so needy and desperate, as if the only way to control you is his pussy. you just start to listen so well when his teasing starts to trail into the territory of leaving you high and dry where he can simply just go please himself without you. you can be stubborn as hell, but he can be worse. heâs not afraid to play dirty by not allowing you to fuck him but also walking around your home with just a shirt on, where every time he even slightly bends forward or raises his arms you can see his everything you canât have from under his shirt. all you have to do is obey his every order, and then heâs all yours.
lycaon gets a similar treatment, except lycaonâs harder to break because he holds out since he doesnât want to give hugo the satisfaction. but hugo has learned very quickly how to get lycaon to break, and thatâs simply by just refusing to let lycaon do anything for and to him. lycaonâs stamina is too strong, so edging and overstimulating him wonât do much. heâs simply too kind to give in to just verbal teasing. ultimately, if hugo canât do anything to lycaon, heâll just make it so lycaon canât do anything to him. hugo will pleasure himself, but heâll do it badly. heâll clumsily finger himself, or accidentally pour too much lube over his hole so when he tries to fuck himself with a dildo it just keeps slipping out. heâll ruin his own orgasms or edge himself until heâs teary-eyed. and he can see the twitches in lycaonâs hands and body, how he wants so badly to just help. he makes himself appear pathetic and helpless, unable to even make himself cum properly, and it drives lycaon nuts; he knows itâs all an act, he knows that hugo can make himself cum just fine, but thereâs still that itch to assist, to ease hugoâs crying by satisfying him the way he claims he alone cannot. lycaonâs pleads are more hesitant, just because he knows heâs only falling into hugoâs trap and doing exactly what he wants, but heâs still antsy and so relieved when hugo accepts his pleading. and even he sees that pathetic, tearful expression twist into a smug smirk, lycaon still lunges forward to fuck hugo with his fingers, making sure that he cums properly.Â
lycaon can be a tease, though not always intentionally. both him and hugo are busy, but lycaonâs got a stricter schedule. you can be fucking him, and then heâll get a notification from a client that requires him to be called in immediately, and as much as he really would like to at least make you cum before he has to go, sometimes he just canât risk being even a second late. he always makes it up to you tenfold, but you and hugo are both often left to tend to yourselves because of how busy lycaon can be. youâve gotten more than one message from hugo asking you to come over and finish him off, sometimes paired with a picture or two. itâs amusing when itâs not happening to you.
if you really desire it, lycaon can be quite a good dom. heâs very stern and calculated, and with how eager he is to learn, he can very quickly adapt to being more of a tease if itâs something youâd like. with hugo this comes naturally, like lycaon just canât help but give him a bit of a harder time, but with you itâs something he sort of has to actually learn first. heâs very patient, and since he gets off more on your pleasure rather than his own, thereâs no reason for him to rush things when thereâs no denying the end result is him making you cum. and if being edged is what does it for you, then lycaon has zero concerns. heâll drag things out until youâre crying, and because of how good he is at what he does, itâs so satisfying when you finally get to cum.Â
and of course heâs a great brat tamer for hugo. he knows hugo like the back of his hand and is totally capable of bringing him to literal tears. lycaon is definitely a softer dom at heart, which is honestly what makes hugo absolutely weak. hugo can tease and taunt all he wants some days, and lycaon just wonât be swayed, instead continuing his work on hugo and breaking him down little by little until heâs finally able to shut up.Â
lycaon loves soft sex with both you and hugo, but he really has a pension for being bent over during his heat. if you and hugo have the stamina, lycaon loves being eaten out for as long as you can stand to do itâhe wants every part of you close to him, and that includes your tongues. heâs still the same lycaon, but during his heats heâs less shy and reluctant about certain things, so it might be surprising to see how much hungrier he gets. heâs not afraid to buck up into your mouth, and though he might not push your head down, his thighs will close around your head, trapping you between his warmth to allow you to continue licking away at him.Â
his coat will become messy and tousled the longer the night goes on, but lycaon stays put. heâs completely unbothered, even when his fur is sticky with cum. hugo may try and test him, showing off his cum-covered face as he lifts off from your now soft cock; lycaon simply licks it away before hugo is swept underneath him, his legs held open by strong hands for lycaon to dive between. his face is soaked afterwards, but the fact that he doesnât even bother to wipe it away is what tells you that he means businessâif he can help it, lycaon is keeping you and hugo in his bed until youâre all more than satisfied.Â
his heats are when he really indulges in whatever you and hugo give him. heâs still a giver, especially with his mouth, but his brain is so foggy with lust and arousal that all he wants is to be fucked and filled to the brim. he prefers simply laying on his back where he can keep you locked between his legs, but if youâre too tired to continue doing that after too long, heâs perfectly happy to do the job himself, riding your dripping cock and filling himself up again with whatever you have left. deeper into the heat, heâll even enjoy having you take him from the back while he eats out hugo; he could stay between his legs forever, keeping his taste on his tongue. you fill him up to relieve his aching need to be bred, and he gets to lick and suck at hugoâs pussy, satisfying both of their hunger.Â
lycaonâs got a guilty pleasure for having his pussy slapped. heâs not sure why he likes it, or how he discovers he likes it, but itâs especially arousing for him. though he can take some pretty rough actions, he does prefer it gentler and softer. heâs a bit ashamed of it at first, but itâs most likely hugo that discovers this interest along with him, and in turn being the one to convince lycaon to embrace it. lycaon will have his back to hugoâs chest, laying against him as hugo plays with his pussy. lycaonâs legs are spread wide as per hugoâs request, and lycaon canât look down for more than a few seconds without looking away in embarrassment, even through the heat-fog. hugoâs fingers work against lycaonâs cunt, pressing down every now and then to slide across his folds to keep them wet while he circles them over his swollen clit. suddenly, hugo will gently slap his hand down, making lycaon gasp out in surprise. his walls start aching, tightening around nothing. his clit tingles after every slap, and his stomach caves at the sound, back arching up into hugoâs fingers that resume their quick swipes over his wet folds, teasing at his entrance. with one final slap right against his clit, lycaon will cum with a shudder, groaning as he cums around nothing while hugo helps ride out his orgasm with his fingers. afterwards, his pussy is rosy and wet, still swollen and slick. if you were to then fuck him, heâd probably be able to cum without even touching his clit again. his pussy would be puffy and eager, walls tight around your cock to milk out your orgasm. heâd want you to cum on him, coating his pulsing clit with warm seed as you tap at it with the head of your cock, earning a weak moan and an unsteady voice asking for more.
if needed, hugo takes nothing but pure enjoyment out of fucking lycaon with a strap. typically lycaon wouldnât let himself be under hugo so easily, but in the moment, he takes it without a word of complaint. hugo bends lycaon into a scandalous position, pumping the toy into him with teasing strokes. he feeds on every whine and plead lycaon lets out, using his desperation to push him into a powerful orgasm as he fucks him into the bed. hugo isnât hesitant about how he takes lycaon. heâll flip the thiren onto his stomach and fuck him until heâs exhausted. heâll make lycaon ride him too, encouraging him through his desperation by pointing out your eyes on him. being watched makes him shy, but the way hugo coerces his hips down onto the toy makes him forget about his nerves. he rides hugoâs strap with as much enthusiasm as he would your cock, and though it doesnât fill him up the way he wants it to, his own sticky cum coating the toy only spurs lycaon on.
i can see lycaon and hugo both being into some sort of free use.Â
itâs a bit more of a dirty secret for lycaon, but he actually finds it really arousing when you just find him somewhere in your house and pull his slacks down just enough to slip your cock inside of him. even when heâs doing chores, whether itâs washing the dishes or folding clothes, he just wants to please you, so heâs perfectly willing to let you fuck him until youâre satisfied. rarely, heâll just walk around naked in your home. heâll be a bit embarrassed if you simply just watch him as he does his chores, but he preens under your lustful gaze. heâs got a gorgeous body with carved muscles, a trimmed coat. and you can make out his nipples from just under the fluffy tuft of his fur. when you finally bend him over and fuck him, he lets out the prettiest moans as you thrust into his soaking cunt. his pussy flushes with pink as it becomes swollen with arousal. tightening around you, he cums around your cock, sighing happily when he can feel you pumping him full. and when you pull out, some of your cum drips onto whatever it was you fucked him on, spurring lycaon into the task of cleaning it; bent over, you canât see his pussy with his tail in the way, but it doesnât matter when you just press him flush to your hips and bury your cock back inside of him to fill him up even more, which he gladly accepts.Â
he still loves it, but he can get flustered if you fuck him in front of hugo. especially if heâs in the middle of a conversation, or maybe just in the kitchen while hugo lounges on the couch, really if hugoâs just there to quirk an eyebrow up when you come around and suddenly bend lycaon over or sit him in your lap to fuck him, it gets him embarrassedânot enough to stop you, but it is a little humiliating. hugo will put his book down with an oh now this is interesting sort of expression as he watches you fuck lycaon right in the middle of your house. hugo always has some sort of quip afterwards, usually something to tease lycaon about just how good of an attendant he is. poor lycaon is so flustered, but he canât really complain when you always treat him so well with a good fuck and a load of cum to keep him filled and satisfied. especially when heâs in heat, heâs addicted to the way hugo will slip his fingers into his pussy before leaning him down on to the couch to tongue him open. while lycaonâs instincts get in the way of logical thinking, lift one of his legs up to rest on the kitchen counter or dining table and take him from the back. heâs horrified after his heatâs died down, but the image has his face heating up nonetheless. heâs cleaning the whole house up and down until itâs spotless though.
hugo likes it both ways, but first, he especially likes using you. if heâs in the mood, sometimes he finds it more fun to simply just take your cock rather than go through all the fuss of foreplay and whatever else. wearing just a loose button-down, heâll find you sitting on the couch or laying in bed and just toss his legs over on either side of you and fish your cock out, stroking it just enough to where he can sit on it before he wastes no time bouncing in your lap. he doesnât care if youâre reading or watching a movie, heâll throw himself in front of the screen and push away your book or phone. for these moments, he wants your attention only on him. itâs one of the few times heâs purely chasing his own orgasm, not even bothering with any sort of teasing other than having to guide your chin to face him when your eyes start straying too much for his liking. and after he cums on your cock, heâll get off, and just go about his day. you donât get to cum, but itâs part of his plan. sometimes heâll do this multiple times a week, just so you can seek him out to slam him down and fuck all your pent up frustration out on him.Â
and he especially does this in front of lycaon. even better if lycaon is relaxing and isnât focused on some sort of task or chore so that all his attention can be on the way hugo rides your frustrated cock before leaping off and wishing you farewell to go get dressed and do whatever he needs to do. he loves the flustered look on lycaonâs face and seeing the way his ears flick as he watches and listens to the sound of hugo bouncing on your cock. hugo likes being found in the shower, smiling to himself when he feels you coming up behind him to push him against the wall. and itâs always a nice surprise when lycaonâs the one that seeks him out, face flushed and tail flicking with frustration before hugo is pinned and ravaged.Â
thinking about hugo and lycaon fucking themselves with dildos. neither of them masturbate very often; lycaon doesnât have the time for it, and the act itself doesnât interest hugo much. however after being with you and repressing their urges for each other for so long, sometimes theyâre tempted.Â
lycaon is unfamiliar with touching himself, but when heâs been alone too long, caught up in all of his duties and unable to find the time to be with you and hugo the way he wants to, he may find himself alone in his room with a pillow accidentally caught between his thighs while making his bed. he shakes his head at his own ridiculousnessâhe knows full well what heâs doing. he can hear hugoâs voice, teasing him for his atrocious attempt at subtlety. still, the plush cushion feels electrifying against him, and with a headache pulsing at his temples from the dayâs stress, he canât stop himself from allowing himself this one pleasure.Â
lycaon was never good about tending to his own needs, and the fact he can feel himself growing wetter just by the thought of a pillow grinding against his aching cunt was proof enough of that. heâs almost ashamed by his neediness as he humps the cushion. his nails threaten to pierce through it as he grips it, angling it just right to catch his clit where he ungracefully brings himself to completion. he sighs, both feeling frustrated and yet finally satisfied. he changes his clothes and throws them along with the pillow case into the wash; itâs just more work to do, but he can feel that his head is clearer, and his frustrations have melted away. the headache only comes back when he bumps into hugo on the way to the store who, as observant as he is, can read him far too well for his liking, âlycaon! arenât you just radiating? you certainly have been busy, i see..â heâd walk away if he didnât really need the supplies for his current client. hugo wouldnât have let him anyway, not when he knows just what it is his poor thiren lover has been aching for. alone together the next hour, hugo promises something that might make him feel better. and when lycaon arrives back in his bedroom, he finds said thing sitting on top of his perfectly-made bed, causing his face to heat up so intensely he fears he may be at risk of passing out.Â
he doesnât touch it for days after that. he hides it deep in his room, like he wants to forget it even exists. but it tempts him, when he spends another night alone, without either of his lovers. he finds the courage one day, when rina has offered to finish the few chores lycaon had left. after locking his bedroom door, he is overcome with need; it taunts him in the back of his mind, and finally, he pulls the dildo out from where he hid it, holding the foreign object in his hand for a moment before he sighs and lays down, turning the lights low in fear of even himself as witness before heâs pulling down his pants just enough to reveal his aching pussy.Â
the first two inches already have him breathing heavily. itâs practically nothing, but itâs been so long since heâs had anything inside of him. the next two inches have his back arching, and suddenly heâs become acutely aware of the sheer girth of the toy. it stretches him open with a delicate burn and the faux veins run across his aching walls in a subtle, but agonizing way. he doesnât bother fitting the whole thing inside of him before he thrusts it in and out. he doesnât even notice when he accidentally takes it to the hilt, only groaning in response and mindlessly thrusting his hips up to meet the veiny head of the silicone which slips past his walls and connects with a tender spot within his desperate pussy. itâs almost no time at all before heâs stroking his clit, a single tap or two enough to have him tightening around the veiny toy. his thighs clasp together, trapping the toy as he gasps out. horrifyingly, the thing is practically smeared with white when he pulls it out of him, which is almost immediately spotless after heâs meticulously wiped it down before he locks the toy in a box and promptly pushes it under his bed with a sigh of relief. even when he receives a knowing text from hugo an hour later, lycaon, surprisingly, feels little to no shame, and instead is met with intrigueâmaybe tending to his own needs can be exciting, with the right tools at hand.
hugo finds masturbation a bit boring, and even more so now that you and lycaon are in the picture. he has no need for it when he can simply just seek you out, and wind up a lot more satisfied than if he did it himself. itâs rare, but sometimes heâll let his hand wander to run across his body, barely mimicking the way you and lycaon do it. youâre both so gentle and aware, it makes him hot with confusion and need. his fingers donât feel like enough, even when theyâre as deep in him as they can go, thrusting in and out of him at a speed that would usually have him careening if they had been yours or lycaonâs inside of himâhe takes it as a challenge.Â
he finds himself looking through a variety of sex toys, raising his eyebrows at the more amusing ones, and biting his lip at the few that pique his interest. when heâs finally got the dildo in his hands, heâs almost tempted to throw it out and pretend he was simply just kidding himself. it was about as average as you could get; flesh-toned, similar to yours, and merely designed after a humanâs dick. it wasnât too long or too thick, and it barely even had any texture to it. it was pathetic, really, but hugo was fine with thatâhe wasnât expecting this to be an exactly mind-blowing experience, and he was right, of course. he didnât even bother to stretch himself out before he slid the toy into his pussy. his eyes flutter shut, but the toy is nothing close to what heâs used to. itâs good enough however, and with his fingers circling his clit in tandem with the silicone pumping in and out of him, heâs able to cum, gushing around the pathetic toy before itâs tossed aside without another word. he doesnât tell you or lycaon about the endeavor, promising himself heâd just forget it all together.
but he finds himself retracing his steps, searching online with no intention to even buy anything, of course. heâs merely browsing.. until he finds a dildo thatâs a good few inches longer than the last one, and much girthierâthis one, he feels a stretch when he slides it in. he teases his entrance, desperate for some familiarity, before he lets himself take the first couple inches. his fingers spread himself open, and he bites back a moan when he thumbs over his swollen clit as the toy is driven deeper into him. he rolls the toy in circles where it lays in his pussy, humming at the pleasure it sends through him.Â
he relaxes, letting his back arch up when the head of the silicone cock drags against his walls until the toyâs been sheathed completely inside of him. he curses beneath his breath as he spreads his legs open, quietly moaning at the pace he suddenly picks up. his pussy takes the thick cock with ease, his wetness audible against the silicone. the length curves perfectly against his pulsing walls, filling him up almost exactly how he needed. he almost wants it to last, but he gives in once his legs start to shake, circling his clit with two wet fingers and moaning out when he hits his own sweet spot with the head of the toy. he finishes much sooner than he expected; the toy somehow feels bigger than ever as he tightens around it, riding out his orgasm with the last few thrusts he can give himself before it becomes too much.Â
the toy pops out of him, soaked in his juices. he feels terribly empty with it removed, but his head is foggy, and that feeling alone has his thighs pressing together. he canât help himself, picking up his phone and calling whichever one of you he knows will pick up first at the hour. your voice would probably have him close to letting out a plea, anything to get your cock inside of him as soon as possible, but itâs lycaon who answers, and hugoâs eyes dart down to the soiled toy in an instant. suddenly, heâs okay if youâre not available at the moment; with lycaon already making his way to his address, hugoâs realized a brilliant alternative to spend the rest of his night, one that he doesnât see himself getting bored of any time soon.Â
they wonât say no to you offering to fuck them with toys. theyâd prefer your cock, but they quickly learn to love the alternative. have one of them laying back against your chest while you pump his pussy with a thick, curvy dildo as the other watches with a vibrator to his clit. hugo gets a good kick out of seeing lycaonâs tight cunt stretching around a girthy dildo. though lycaon prefers them thinner and longer, he also gets very hot and shy when you bring out a bigger toy. hugo likes them longer but textured, anything that gets him shivering. whether itâs bumpy or veiny, he loves feeling it dragging against his walls. theyâre both a bit apprehensive about it at first, but if they were to find any sort of knotting dildo, something made to mimic a thirenâs cock, they both have it bad for it. lycaon would use it on a strap to fuck hugo who absolutely goes limp at the way it makes him feel so full and tight. and hugo wants to watch lycaon use it to fuck himself, so he can see the way lycaonâs stomach flutters when the toy swells inside of him, keeping him locked and full.Â
hugoâs always kept up with his looks, but now that heâs with you and lycaon, he tends to himself even more. he wears his best cologne even when just going out on a simple stroll with you two and will wear his clothes a little fitter just to see the way you and lycaon will give him glances when you think heâs not looking. and poor lycaon tries so hard to be a gentleman, but itâs difficult even for him to stop his eyes from straying when it looks like hugoâs about to bust right out of the buttons of his shirt. heâll clear his throat and offer to help find him better fitting clothes, but hugo just laughs and places a teasing kiss onto lycaonâs snout, making sure heâs pressed right up against him before quickly pulling away. lycaon will be forced to maneuver hugo back home because his tailâs starting to swish from all the glances and stares he catches landing on hugoâs form and he can only bear it for so long.
hugo likes to wear lingerie beneath his clothes. heâll do it just for fun, even if heâs not expecting anyone to see it, but sometimes heâll wear specific ones just for you and lycaon respectively. for lycaon, hugo of course will wear blues and yellows, similar to his own taste. the colors pop against his skin, and go sickenly well with his eyes and hair. hugo loves it when lycaon offers to help undress him, relishing in the way his hands freeze before resuming their descent, eyes locked on to the way lycaonâs gaze averts out of respect. his face will be warm, unsure whether hugo is actually trying to seduce him or not, and not wanting to assume, he suggests giving hugo some privacy before heâs gently pulled into a warm embrace. his tail will go slack at the lustful voice whispering in his ear, and when hugo pulls away to lay across the bed, baby blue silk adorning his body and hugging his curves, his invitation is accepted without hesitation.Â
for you, hugo wears darker colors, mostly just black. he reserves the lacey stuff for you, leaving the softer, gentler fabrics for lycaon. youâre less oblivious to his flirting, and much less timid about staring. your gaze will immediately drop to the little bit of lace heâs letting you see poking from his shirt heâs sloppily left unbuttoned as he sits on the sofa. your eyes only move up to meet his when he speaks your name with a familiar tinge of something dangerous and alluring in his voice. he makes room for you when you move to sit down beside him, and immediately he opens his arms, wrapping one around your shoulders to let you pull him close. he plays with the hem of his shirt, eyes dancing across your face to read your expression. when you undo the rest of the buttons, he smiles, running his hand down his chest and across the lacey fabric.Â
âi thought you might like it,â and of course heâs almost always right, smiling against your lips as you lay him down to undo the rest of his clothes.Â
lycaonâs not too big on wearing lingerie, though he does find the actual clothing beautiful and respects the craftsmanship. heâs the type that works himself up to wearing it, but then he never actually acts upon it, never undressing or even giving a single hint that heâs got something special under his clothes. he wants you and hugo to discover it, but heâs also not as good as flirting like hugo is, so you never get the hint (because all of his âhintsâ sound like heâs reciting a script, and probably because thatâs exactly whatâs happening). itâs only when he has you or hugo sit down does he just undo his shirt, realizing just what it is heâs done once he sees your eyes locked onto his lace-clad chest. he tries to look confident, but itâs not his element. still, he looks gorgeous, and he specifically chose a set that is soft but sexy, dark against his white fur and elegantly hugging the curve of his chest. while hugo typically prefers having his lingerie torn off him, lycaon likes it when you trace the fabric, teasing his nipples through it and squeezing where silk falls over his body. he mainly just goes for a top only kind of thing, but whenever he may decide to wear a pretty pair of panties, pull the fabric aside and slip your cock into him, and let him be the one to desperately rip it all off once he craves feeling your hands directly against his body.
phone sex is not common but it does happen. hugo will be the one who starts it, almost always with a picture. sometimes heâll take a picture of something heâs trying on, whether itâs a simple tie or if itâs a new pair of pants, heâll send it to a group chat between you three and ask for your opinion, though heâs already set on whether he plans to buy it or not. a couple of times lycaon has just given the picture a thumbs up when he was too busy to give a proper response. otherwise he gives a thoughtful response, hesitantly giving his real opinion and ending the message with something like, âbut if it would please you to purchase it then do so, my love.â which either makes hugo roll his eyes or blush (usually both) because that was definitely not what he was looking for. you know what he wants to hear, but the message certainly wouldnât be appropriate, and you wouldnât want to embarrass lycaon if anyone were to accidentally see the notification pop up on his phone screenâthis does not stop hugo though.Â
heâs absolutely not afraid to send a picture of himself sitting on his bed, ass out and open for anyone to see. itâs a toss up with hugo, so you make sure that anytime you open a knock-knock notification from him itâs with your phone angled low. lycaon just sees a message from one of his lovers and opens it without another thought; itâs a nightmare for him at victoria housekeeping because he knows rina knows (and heâs not exactly subtle with the way he suddenly locks his phone and shoves it into his pocket) and poor corin has no idea why lycaonâs suddenly gone red or why rina is giggling behind her hand. hugo has no incentive to stop these surprise pictures. sometimes theyâre innocent, with him standing in front of a pretty view or maybe even a picture that vivian had taken of him while on a stroll together. and sometimes theyâre dirty and erotic, with him either in lingerie or stripped naked, legs open wide with his pussy on display or leaning over with his plush ass to a mirror. sometimes heâs simply just posing, happy with any sort of reaction, whether itâs just a shocked, aroused message in response or either one of you at his door, and sometimes heâs got his fingers stuffed inside of him or a vibrator at his clit and is already half way to his orgasm by the time heâs sent you the picture. either way his pictures are very well taken. the lighting is always good, and hugo is frustratingly photogenic, always looking beautiful and hot no matter the position or setting heâs in.
hugo would want to sext the both of you, but lycaon is genuinely so bad at it, like he has no idea what to say and heâs honestly a slow ass typer so hugoâs spending a lot of his time just waiting for lycaon to type out his convoluted response. whether youâre good or bad at sexting, so long as you engage with hugo heâs happy at the end of the day. and if youâre not into it, then hugoâs completely okay with actions over words, and lycaon is especially happy to join you.Â
lycaon sometimes sends pictures but theyâre never really like, nudes or anything. itâs a 50/50 whether the pictures are blurry and look like his phone slipped out of his hands halfway through or if theyâve got jaw-dropping lighting and perfect composition. theyâll be of him sitting or standing somewhere at victoria housekeeping with a random flower pot in view and will either have no caption or theyâre followed by an emoji thatâs sort of contextual with the images and then he doesnât check his phone again for like seven hours. itâs a little funny when he tells you some of the pictures he was sending you were meant to be flirtatious. you and hugo both have that, huh? look when lycaon gets all shy, saying the images were intended to entice you. and of course, lycaon is beautiful and anything he does would have you and hugo in his arms in an instant but itâs also like, sweetheart. half of the pictures have you out of frame.Â
hugo would have you and lycaon take pictures of him just to tease you. heâll be posing in some new lingerie he got, or maybe heâs shamelessly naked, batting his eyes as he asks you and lycaon to kindly help him with taking pictures. and though hugoâs really not trying that hard to pretend this isnât just a form of foreplay to get you and lycaon antsy, lycaon still takes it seriously, making sure his hands are steady as he aims the camera. itâs endearing, but eventually the tables have turned a bit too much for hugoâs liking, causing him to just pull lycaon into the bed with him until heâs clearly gotten the hint of what it is hugo really wants. hugo wonât complain if you insist on capturing his wet pussy soaked with lycaonâs spit, or the way his hole flutters around thick fingers that pump into him until he finishes with an arch of his back, making for a beautiful shot amongst the dimly lit bedroom.
neither of them care much for being recorded during sex, but hugo definitely wonât say no and lycaon, so long as he can cover his face when he gets too shy, will absolutely do whatever you want if it makes you happy. heâll get embarrassed if you play it back, especially if he can hear himself, but hugoâs asking for whatever videos you have with lycaon in them and will keep them safe and soundâheâs partly keeping them just to embarrass lycaon, but also for the rare nights he has lycaon all to himself where he can ask to play the videos, touching and fucking lycaon at the same time you do on the recording.Â
lycaon could probably be easily wrapped into roleplaying if you pulled your strings right. put him in any setting that heâs familiar with and he does well. heâll get all into it too, buying props and whatever else heâd read about on kink forums. he falls right into the step of roleplaying as your butler, tending to your every need and always being right there to assist you. this is when hugo especially gets to play with lycaon, spilling over drinks onto the floor to watch lycaon bend over and clean it up before alerting him that heâs also unfortunately spilt some on his shirt, meaning lycaon now has to take it off and redress him and hugoâs not going to just let that happen so innocently.Â
lycaon might genuinely forget this is supposed to be roleplay and will legitimately lean into his normal routine of making you and hugo coffee or tea and folding your clothes. you and hugo are happy heâs happy, but you have to give him a gentle reminder every now and then, whether itâs making him get on his knees or simply just leading his gaze to the problem between your legs that needs fixing. heâll suck your cock as many times as you want him to, and will swallow down every load you give him. fuck hugo and lycaon will lap up every little bit of cum dribbling out from his pussy. lycaon isnât shy during this time; he really was meant to play this role, tending to every one of his loverâs needs even if all he has to do is simply lay there as you fuck him over and over again, heâll do as you say, no questions asked.Â
hugo canât really take any genuine roleplay role seriously, so itâs not something he really likes being the star of. heâll boss around lycaon and take nothing but complete satisfaction in the way lycaon really does just obey every order. but being a maid or butler isnât hugoâs thing; he prefers spurring it onto you by surprise. maybe youâll be walking around lumina square one night and in the corner of your eye youâll catch a glimpse of something sparkling under the moonlight, and investigating it you find hugo not so casually leaning against a wall, smirking when you finally show up. heâll spout some one-liner about how youâve finally caught up to him and for a moment youâre confused until you notice the way heâs playing with his hair, biting his lip with his ankles crossed in a way that tells you heâs been frustrated. he says his line again, a little more sterner now when he doesnât see you budging. heâll pretend youâve got him cornered, and when you step forward, he leans against the wall and allows you to cage him between your arms. he canât fight back the smirk as he looks at you with a lustful gaze, asking, what are you going to do now that youâve caught me? and the necklace that he may or may not have actually stolen is dropped from his grasp as you take him just the way heâd been waiting for you to.Â
on a similar topic, hugo gets a little kick out of public sex.Â
lycaon wonât engage in public sex or really do anything outside of the comfort of your home, (though he can be convinced to maybe do something over the clothes on whatever rooftop he jumped the two of you on to) however hugo definitely will. itâs not a common occurrence but heâs a very convincing man and can easily manage to get you up against a wall of a random alley way so he can suck your dick. he makes a game out of trying to wring out as many sounds as he can before youâre forced to leave because someone threatens to wander a little too close.
interestingly, hugo might genuinely try to do something either in or outside random play, only because of how close he is to the proxies. inside the store, all heâll do is brush against you, or maybe even squeeze you through your clothes so long as itâs not within anyoneâs direct eyesight. with lycaon, hugo will whisper something that only lycaon could hear and find arousing, just to make him frustrated and shy. but outside of the store, hugoâs hand will find your cock beneath your clothes, giving you long, quick strokes to get you close, but not quite over the edge. it almost feels planned when belle or wise step outside, only to find hugo, calm and collected, and you, seemingly hiding behind hugo with your breathing a little heavier than it should be. the proxy doesnât think much of it, bidding you two a goodnight after reminding you of their available membership card. youâll never know for sure if hugo ever plans to actually get you two caught despite all the alley ways he drags you into, and he fully intends to keep that a mystery. heâs less risky with lycaon, though heâll directly call him a bore for not wanting to do something exciting; itâs all in good fun, but with enough teasing lycaon may actually be willing to do something about it, though only within a dark, empty alleyway, or out on a rooftop somewhere he deems romantic.Â
thinking about predator/prey stuff with them.
hugoâs very receptive to being sort of snuck up on (though it can be extremely difficult to even do so unless youâre at home) and will absolutely melt if you come up behind him while heâs in the kitchen or on your porch or balcony and actually manage to surprise him, it just gets his heart racing. lycaon may accidentally stalk you or hugo, though itâs not really intended. if youâre lounging at home, totally relaxed and just in your element, lycaon may unintentionally take such careful steps that his footsteps are totally silent, even on wood and tile. he means to do this in order to not surprise or disturb you, but somewhere deeper, heâs stalking you. the fact heâll stand there and just stare, observing every breath you take and every little twitch or movement is proof enough that itâs not entirely something heâs doing out of consideration. heâll get embarrassed if this is pointed out, especially if one of you finds him slightly hunched with his ears back like heâs trying to conceal himself as he stares down his partners. hugo loves this, and will find it thrilling to encourage it. he gets off on being watched, especially when he can feel that heâs being watched. lycaonâs gaze is icy and strong, something you can feel from miles away yet have no idea where itâs coming from; if you and hugo were really prey, youâd have no idea what direction he was coming from before it was too late.Â
lycaon will always catch you and hugo in the end. even if youâre faster, lycaonâs stamina far exceeds your own. hugo can hide and take twists and turns to throw him off, but he will always be found. with free rein and no one to bother you, lycaon and hugo can go on for hours, but hugo will tire eventually, finding himself caught between a dead end and a hungry stare before heâs pinned against a cold wall, too exhausted to even try and wiggle free from the grasp if it was what he wanted. lycaon is patientâhe always isâbut hugo manages to wear it thin. sharp teeth bared against his neck, hugo is held firmly in place as lycaon tears away his clothes, allowing his dripping pussy to be pressed against lycaonâs clothed one. to hugoâs sheer satisfaction, lycaonâs pace is rough as he ruts against him, humping him into the hard wall heâs pressed to. it would be a pleasant surprise to hugo if lycaon were to even bear a strap-on, making hugo take every inch before fucking him with deep, feral thrusts. and from where they stood, hugoâs moans would never be heard.Â
lycaonâs more merciful with you. he takes it a little slower, stalking you more than he is chasing you down. youâll never hear or see him, no matter how hard you listen or look for him. every now and then youâll feel a chill, a clear indication youâre being watched, but there will never be anything there when you look around. eventually youâll pick up pace, and finding some sort of shelter, youâll quickly dive in, shrouding yourself in the dark and attempting to hide before youâve scurried away. when you think youâve lost him, that chill comes back, and suddenly youâre thrown onto the ground with your wrists pinned into the grass. beneath lycaonâs mercy, the moon shines behind him, acting as your only light source aside from the soft glow of his prosthetics. before you know it, your belt is undone, and your hard cock is exposed to the cool air. heâs soaking, and without having to prepare himself he sits on your cock, growling at the way you lurch forward in surprise. he keeps you held down as he mercilessly rides you, forcing your head to lay back with his teeth against your throat. he rides you to completion, but his hips never slow to a stop. he keeps you beneath him, and with no way to resist him, youâre forced to take his pussy until heâs satisfied.Â
this whole last section includes pre-op stuff and descriptions of breasts, so please donât read ahead if the topics make you uncomfortable or dysphoric.
if hugo didnât straight up just get top surgery the first moment he could, heâs actually quite happy with his breasts. he used to never see the appeal, even when people would give him look-overs in public, he didnât really care much for them until he got with you and lycaon. heâll see the way lycaonâs eyes divert just for the briefest second, how he keeps his head turned away, and at first hugo wonât understand until he realizes that heâs been lounging around in just a fresh shirt, without the typical black bras he usually wears when at home. after just coming out of the shower, it had slipped his mind. and this little thing with lycaon, the way the wolf thirenâs cheeks are dusted with a faint rose as he tries just a little bit too hard to keep his eyes on the book in his hands, it all comes clear to hugo.Â
he uses this information purely with bad intentions. hugo may have had a couple of bras much fancier than just plain black, but he never really put much attention to what he wore beneath his clothes unless he wanted to surprise either of you with a nice set of lingerie, but fundamentally, they were just clothes. now, he has some fun with it.Â
just to really entertain himself, heâll bring you and/or lycaon along to buy a new bra with him, and may even let you pickâlycaon takes it very serious at first. he reads all the tags and feels for the texture, making sure itâll be comfortable to wear above all else before urging hugo to try it on to find the perfect size and make sure it does the job right. but hugo will smile and say something like, âbut itâs a bit boring, donât you think?â anything to get lycaon thinking on the right track. and at first his ears will flick as he looks down at the garment, processing the words. heâll probably ask hugo to clarify what he means, receiving only a playful smirk before hugo turns to grab an example, shamelessly lifting it up for lycaon to see; deep violet and lacey, (as well as very thin, lycaon notes) the brassiere makes the poor wolf sputter before heâs able to collect himself. for a moment heâs speechless, unsure if it was a joke, until he simply says, âi think that would suit you quite well, hugo.â and quickly turns his head to the side before he can make an even bigger fool of himself. to his surprise, hugo purchases it, deeming the shopping trip a success with a playful smile of which causes lycaonâs heart to leap in his chest once more.
you might actually get hugo to buy more than just one. depending on your confidence, youâll either be trailing behind him as he peruses through the different colors and material, or holding up something that catches your eye and hoping to god that hugo actually buys it. he gives all your options a quirk of his eyebrow before he pretends to mull it over with a hum, knowing full well heâs going to get it. he feigns disinterest until you give him the pleading look he wants, and then heâll go oh alright with a dramatic sigh and a comment about how he just couldnât say no to you. heâs silently intrigued if you offer him something especially provocative. if youâre specifically shopping in a lingerie section and hand him something thatâs just a couple of strings with maybe some padding if heâs lucky, even he canât hide the extremely amused look on his face. he wonât be able to stop himself from teasing you if youâre too shy to bring him anything, or if you do bring him something and itâs much too sweet and innocent compared to what he had in mind. heâll get whatever you want him to, alongside his own personal options which mainly include something simple yet sexy; sheen, lacy, and dark.Â
heâll be the type to invite you into the fitting room with him too. heâll never push if you insist on staying outside, but heâs certainly not opposed to you coming in with him. lycaon will take the offer and then just helps hugo remove his clothing and clasps the bra for him without a second thought, only getting shy when hugo asks for his informal opinion. everything fits much too well on him, and goes perfectly with his hair that cascades over the thin fabric. he makes sure to keep it on longer than he needs to, getting every angle and more, never once missing your curious glances or the way your gaze lingers in places it shouldnât. now while hugo wonât try anything in a public fitting room, heâs absolutely not afraid of getting you frustrated. heâll tell you to settle down if you get too handsy, more than pleased to show off his new purchases once youâre in the privacy of your home.
lycaonâs not really the type to wear lingerie or certain clothes in order to arouse you, mostly because he doesnât see it being very appealing on himself. though like hugo, he comes to understand it after a perspective shift, especially after seeing hugo wearing lingerie. lycaon prefers bras in black, and pretty much nothing else. he finds other colors too flirtatious, and it makes him shy; black is modest but can be sexy if he wants it to be, and heâs happy with just that. most likely heâll never buy himself a real set of lingerie, unless he seriously just bit the bullet and went ahead and did it, which even then, it would take him months before he actually wore the thing he bought just so he could get all the embarrassment out of his system. you or hugo would have to buy it for him, either as a present badly disguised as a gag-gift, or just something you bought him because you knew he was too afraid to do it himself even when he wanted to. it takes a while before heâs worked up the confidence to even wear it, and even longer before he can wear it in front of you and hugo. one day heâll just get a random surge of confidence, and thatâll be when you first see it, when he allows you to undress him, undoing the buttons to his shirt and seeing the lace hug his breasts, the stark color looking gorgeous against his white fur.Â
while hugo likes it when you push up the fabric to kiss and suck at his breasts, lycaon likes it when you touch them through it. he shivers when you kiss his clothed nipples, gently cupping at his chest and thumbing over the curves. hugo likes to kiss just below them, while you trail your lips across the entirety of his chest, all the way up to his neck and chin and back down to his nipples.Â
lycaonâs nipples arenât sensitive unless heâs particularly aroused or in heat. they get tender at times, which then makes them sensitive to touch. he prefers having them suckled and kissed, while hugo prefers his thumbed and circled. lycaon likes when you run your hands down his chest, grabbing what you can of his body and deeply caressing him. hugo is the same, but his chest is big enough to really cup and squeeze at, and though heâs not very sensitive around his chest, it does make him sigh out if youâre sensual enough with it and give him a kiss between them.Â
hugo likes to do that thing where he brings your hand up to lay on his tit as a sign that he wants you to fuck him. heâll do this if youâre showering together, when youâre looking down at them too often but donât wanna push a boundary and outright just grab at him. heâll play with them first, making a show of sliding his hands down the curves as the water runs across his body, making it very clear that heâs noticed your staring. and then heâll smile and guide one of your hands up to touch him, allowing you to cup and grope him as you please.Â
lycaonâs very gentle about playing with hugoâs chest. he does it when hugo doesnât expect it, when lycaon has his fingers somewhere deep in him, and knowing that hugoâs close, uses his other hand to circle and press at one of his nipples. it has him careening, arching up into the touch. pull at his nipples and heâll bite his lip, pulling you down into a deep kiss. hugo circles lycaonâs nipples with his thumbs in rhythm with his hips rutting into lycaonâs as he rides him through their clothes. when his nipples get swollen during his heats, hugoâs lips are soft around them. placing scarce kisses, heâll let his teeth graze against them, smiling when lycaon almost lets out a growl at the feeling.Â
hugo will let you fuck his tits too. itâd start as a blowjob, lips enveloping your cock until heâs taken you down his throat. and when your dickâs covered in spit, heâll take it between his tits, clasping them around your cock and sliding you between them. then heâll take your cock into his mouth again, and let you cum down his throat. lycaon would love to do the same for you, if not for his fur. still, he loves it when you cum on his chest. itâs another mess to clean, but admittedly, he loves having your cum on his face or breasts, stickying up his coat and making him look as dirty as he feels.Â
random SFW yapping about jane from zzz as a girlfriend. no pronouns for reader mentioned.
i had this as a draft for a while but decided to post this just because it's her birthday today lol. i donât even have jane but after seeing her in the main story i was very drawn to her, so fair warning sheâs gonna be ooc but this is pretty short anyway. half proofread
also i do want to clarify i donât typically write for female characters but this is a rare exception just because i really like jane lmao.
thinking about jane with more of an optimistic partner who loves her more than anything. sheâs always so amused by everything you say and do, especially when youâre doing something for her. like you stopped by orchideaâs and got her a bouquet of flowers that you said reminded you of her? she thinks youâre just the sweetest thing even though sheâs not all that fond of flowers. the fact you brought her a bouquet like some love struck lead in a romance movie, if you were anyone else sheâd be a little sickened but it has her heart aching just the littlest bit and she canât help but give you the biggest kiss on the cheek she can manage. and even if she so happened to be allergic to anything you mightâve gotten her sheâs going to love the flowers regardless and take the utmost care of them. sheâs got a cute sneeze that sheâll try her hardest to hide though. she learns to grow fond of the way they light up her apartment and will eventually become a little shy if you ever point out the way she gives so much attention in keeping the flowers tended to, though sheâll lie and say itâs simply for your sake.Â
or you wanna buy her some lipstick but donât know what color she likes? you just bought five different shades and jane will decide which she likes most. though lucky you, she likes them all just because you got them for her, and she will use them until theyâve become literal nubs. and, just for your kindness, sheâll be sure to place many kisses on your face, and if you got her any color that appears bright on your skin tone, sheâll be sure to use those frequently just to see your face littered with her kisses. sheâs especially fond of lip gloss. if you ever got her any sort of flavored lip gloss, she will absolutely use it as an excuse to just kiss you and kiss you, making sure to wear your favorite flavor and have you hooked on the feeling (and taste) of her lips on yours.Â
she has a makeup routine she keeps private, that is only reserved just for her. sheâs got a ton of different shades of everything, for the right moment and the right time. youâll be the only one to ever see the way jane looks when she really puts time into her makeup just the way she wants it to be and farther into your relationship sheâll even let you do her makeup for her, but not without a comment or two at any sloppy attempts you may have at applying something however she'll probably keep those thoughts to herself anyway. no matter what she looks like afterwards, she wonât redo it. she may wipe off some stray lipstick that you somehow managed to get on her cheek, but no matter how poor your attempt may have been, sheâs keeping it all on for the rest of the day/night. and if youâre good with makeup, sheâs especially impressed. if you also wear some, sheâll do yours, and will make time to have a session where you can just do each otherâs makeup. sheâs of course very talented at it, so it will always come out looking damn near perfect.
jane who secretly has nesting habits of which become most prevalent in your home. youâll come home later in the day and find jane sleeping in your bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets and even scattered shirts and jackets. sheâd even be wrapped up in her own tail as she lies somewhat curled into a ball. with time, your house slowly becomes filled with trinkets and tools belonging to her. she often leaves gifts for you, though usually you need to actually find them. sheâll always manage to get you exactly what you want or are looking for, no matter how difficult it may be to find. at the same time, youâll find things disappearing from your home (usually clothing) that wind up in either her home or on her person. she doesnât outwardly wear your clothes, like she wonât wear a whole jacket over herself that you can see clear as day. she usually likes to be a little cheeky about it, just because she finds it fun to watch you slowly realize sheâd been wearing one of your favorite t-shirts under her zipped up jacket the whole time you were out together. sheâll give your things back if you ask really nicely, though sheâll find a way to steal them back eventually. but if you've got something that's just her exact style, don't expect to see it anywhere else but on her. especially if you have jewelry, they're either nested somewhere in her bed or safely hidden.
sheâs subtly very sweet, giving you pecks on the cheek right as you go out the door or curling her tail protectively around you. she likes to trade you things for affection, like if you want a bite out of her food then youâll have to give her a kiss. or if youâre someone who gets distracted by work or hobbies for too long, sheâll promise to cuddle up with you if you lay down and rest. she likes to act like her affections for you are purely to amuse herself but she also wouldnât let anyone else get as close to her as you do. sheâs actually quite gentle and soft when itâs just the two of you. sheâll lightly drag her nails across your skin, mapping out your body in her mind. sheâs warm and comforting, and itâs hard to feel unsafe knowing her abilities. sheâs possessive, though not too obviously. you may not even realize that you smell of her perfume or that as youâre walking together, she has her hand in your pocket. youâll suddenly find youâre wearing a necklace or ring adorned with a gem that perfectly goes with janeâs eyes.
in private, sheâs a lot more caring than outsiders would assume. sheâs very in tune with your emotions and thoughts, and always seems to know what youâre feeling before you do. sheâs never low on food, so youâll definitely be eating with her around, especially if youâve got a sweet tooth, sheâs got you covered on that. though she is also very conscious about your well-being and isnât afraid to be strict about how much junk food you eat. if youâre sick, or going to be sick (because she definitely has an internal radar on your health) sheâs a great caretaker. if you have headaches or migraines, she seems to always coincidentally have just the right kind of medicine on hand just for it (and never raises her voice too loudly because, though she doesnât say it, she doesnât want to put you in any more pain). sheâll make or order you soup and even spoon-feed it to you if she has toâand probably will regardless just to tease you a littleâand ultimately is just always by your side. if youâre not living together, sheâs made your home hers as well without you really knowing, though sheâs not intrusive by any means. she restocks your food and medicine, throws away stray wrappers or old mail, she sometimes even does your laundry. she can turn into much more of a mother hen than sheâd ever expect herself to, doing most of these things around your home unintentionally. you certainly soften her up a lot, but itâs a side only you get to see which is what makes her actions so much more cherishable.Â
back to the topic of physical affections.. she often becomes more affectionate when youâre tired, or sick. itâs not totally intentional, though it does help that she shows her softer side for you when you probably wonât recall it as vividly. of course this annoys you and makes you all huffy, but she just finds your frustration cute so at least thereâs that. she likes to bring you into hugs by pulling you forward with her tail and letting you fall into her arms, followed by a comment about how you just canât seem to stay on your own feet. sheâs obsessed with your warmth, and you will often find her curled right up to you somewhere in the night as youâre sleeping. if you wear large shirts or jackets, sheâll sneak her way in with you, totally shameless in the way she basks in your warmth and melts into your arms. if youâre apart for whatever reason, she finds comfort in wearing your shirts if you don't have any perfume or cologne for her to spritz around her home. sometimes sheâll even wear two at a time, enveloping herself in your scent until youâre back together and she can keep you all to herself again.Â
if youâre truly upset about something, she becomes serious in a flash, dropping all acts. especially if youâre not any sort of proxy or hollow raider, she becomes very defensive of you. if someone is of threat to you, she doesnât hesitate to do research and do what must be done to keep you safe from them. if the problem isnât something that can be so easily fixed, she hates feeling helpless, but she will be there for you emotionally to the best of her ability. sheâll pull you close, head to her chest and gently caress you with soothing pets. sheâs not the best with giving straight advice, but thereâs something about her presence and the way she so delicately treats you that makes you feel better without fail. she knows all your favorite treats, how to make some of them and where to get ones she canât make. she always seems to be one step ahead, ready with a plan for when things go awryâher loyalty for you is impenetrable.
if youâre a proxy, whether you work on the field or from afar like phaethon, sheâll sometimes weasel her way in to help. whether itâs clearing out ethereals on the sidelines or simply creating a quicker path to the exit, she likes to know that youâre safe even if she doesnât outright say it. if youâre a hollow raider, she especially likes to be working alongside you. she likes to say itâs to fill time because sheâs bored and needs a little exercise, but really she goes with you to make sure youâre safe and that you donât get hurt. and afterwards, she subtly checks you over, making sure you havenât been injured. sheâll even sew up your clothes if they get ripped, but she wonât ever say it was her doing. even if you donât do either of those things, sheâs still protective. she knows all the routes to your workplace, and always asks about your day. anything weird that pops up, even something slightly strange, sheâs on the case. sometimes sheâll find herself feeling ridiculous for this behavior, but she canât push down the love she feels for you no matter how hard she tries. sheâd literally collapse buildings just to get to you, and she definitely wonât be showing any mercy to anyone who fucks with you.
if youâre her size, she likes to make you wear her jacket. she doesnât quite understand it, but she instinctively likes to wrap you up in her clothes. itâs less of a âi want people to know youâre mineâ kinda thing and more like she doesnât trust that anyone else but her can take care of you. even the proxy siblings get a little taste of her protectiveness, softly scolding belle for getting too enthusiastic about pulling you to a cool new place she found to go shop and in turn pulling you somewhere jane canât see you. jane doesnât want to be one of those weirdly overprotective girlfriends that doesnât want her partner having any friends or anything, but if youâre just a regular civilian without any sort of fighting experience, jane is going to be a liiiiittle bit of a hoverer. like sheâd be tracking you with your phone just to make sure you havenât wandered into a hollow or something. if youâre friends with people sheâs never met, sheâs reading all about them and finding all their online profiles, and if anyone strikes her as weird sheâs going to just⊠very subtly bring it up to you and ask what you really think of them lmao. she does trust belle and wise though; enough to put your life in their hands? maybe not without a little supervision, but sheâs confident sheâll be there to save you if need be.
sheâs got it bad for the domestic life. she struggles sometimes with it, running off on jobs and leaving for days or even weeks. her absence is hard to ignore, but she always comes back one way or another, with a gift in hand as an apology, and she almost tears up when you tell her that all you want is her, happy and safe. but she canât deny that she craves the idea of waking up in the morning to make you breakfast, or whisking you out the door after doing your tie or buttoning up your shirt like they do in the movies. even doing something like gently flourishing her into a slow dance in the middle of your apartment gets her a little shy. her heart skips a beat when she sees youâve made her breakfast or dinner, pouring her a cup of the exact drink sheâd been craving. she lets you brush her hair and wipe off her makeup before bed, relaxing into the embrace you pull her in before falling asleep tangled together in an absurdly warm bed with how many blankets sheâs got piled up. and when she wakes up before you, she canât stop herself from watching the way you breathe, tracing her fingers along your face and smiling at the way you seem to lean into her touch even as you dream.Â
and because iâm a sucker for marriage stuffff⊠imagine proposing to jane!!!! she really wants to do it first, but she can get distracted and be so swamped with work that she totally forgets marriage is even a thing. sheâs probably told people sheâs your wife once or twice before without even thinking about it. despite how smart and observant jane is, when you propose she literally doesnât expect it at all. thereâs definitely some baggage there, how she could never have pictured herself actually getting married or even being with someone who has the patience to deal with her shit, so the proposal is genuinely something she doesnât see coming. when you ask, sheâs silent for so long that you think sheâs about to say no, but then she puts her hand on your face and just gives you the most genuine, sweetest smile ever and says yes. after sheâs fought back her tears, she teases you for how sappy you are, especially if you went a little romantic with it and invited her to a candle-lit picnic or something. she has the ring on her person at all times, but you may not even be aware of this. she'll only wear it on her finger when she knows she's going to be spending the day with you. it'll become a new habit for her to fiddle with it when she's thinking as well.
she sort of wants to elope, but now that sheâs actually got friends, she supposes she wouldnât mind if they were invited to like, a small dinner party or something just in your apartment. and maybe she doesnât want anyone else but you to see the beautiful wedding dress she snagged that she knows sheâll only wear once and yet still keeps it neatly tucked away in her closet. she absolutely wants to carry you into your apartment and then have you both hand-feed each other little chocolates and hors d'oeuvres as you laugh and exchange kisses on your kitchen floor.Â
random zzz post but iâve been thinking about an ftm lycaon who starts to let down some of his walls once in a relationship, inhibiting more wolf-like behaviors and even going into heat, where you and lycaon have sex for the first time
includes some sfw stuff at the start but this is really just nsfw. this is a little bit silly because i wanted it to be on the cuter side lol
mdni top reader, no pronouns mentioned. heat-brained lycaon so ooc sorry lmao and also unprotected sex included.
lycaon doesnât often service himself, so you have to pull a few strings to get him in a position where he can feel comfortable letting himself completely relax. at first itâs just pretending that youâre doing it for yourself, like asking to lay down with him and cuddle, which he agrees to because itâs for you of course, and though it is a nice experience (not everyone gets to be so lucky) youâre really taking the opportunity to let him relax. you know he genuinely enjoys doing what he does, but itâs not often that lycaon himself gets the same treatment he gives others.Â
heâs not so experienced with relationships, but heâs also a fast learner. heâs done his research; heâs read all the articles, the peer-reviewed essays. he even rented some romance movies from random play, and read the reviews to make sure they accurately represented ideal relationship standards. so sure, heâll partake in âcuddlingâ with you, and thankfully he comes to understand the appeal. he becomes a bit shy when he offers it, and after a beat he corrects himself and requests it. and when you enthusiastically agree to it, heâs stiff at first, but soon gathers the confidence to relax in your hold and lets himself sink into the warmth of your arms. but lycaonâs not always sure what to do with himself. youâre holding him, but if heâs not planning to sleep then what does he do aside from simply lie there? itâs easier said than done, he thinks. itâs not easy for him to particularly turn his brain off, but he admits itâs nice to just lay down and literally do nothing. and itâs comforting, feeling the way you breathe against him. with you right beside him, your safety is guaranteed.
youâre warm, and it makes him feel warm too. heâs relaxed, even when he can feel your piercing gaze right on his tail; being in a relationship with lycaon, heâs already granted you the permission to touch and give him affection as you wish, though his tail has been something youâve stayed away from, mostly out of fearâyou know being able to touch it is significant, that he trusts you enough as a companion (and now lover) to indulge in any desire you have to pet or play with it, but what if heâs not in the mood? what if you startle him, or pet him wrong and then he hates the feeling altogether? what if, at the same moment you go to pet it, it's not groomed exactly to his liking and he becomes too ashamed for you to even see it anymore?? one wrong move and there could be very serious consequences. but lycaon doesnât let you wallow in your worries. heâs very quick to assure you, albeit with a very faint blush on his face, that if you were to ask if you could touch his tail, heâs sure he would oblige. quelled, you ask, and he gives permission. and for the first time you get to really touch his tail, holding its plush, dense fluffiness in your hands as you gently pet it. neatly combed, your fingers pass through the fur with ease. you can hardly contain yourself as you admire how soft it is, resting in your lap. your compliments are humbly accepted. itâs almost impossible to pull away, but eventually your petting comes to a stop when his tail begins to wag involuntarily, just for lycaonâs sake.
one evening, lycaon does something that really pulls at your heartstrings. you had suggested he rest with you in bed, and though he wasnât tired, he took up the offer. heâs still in his usual attire, though you did manage to convince him to at least unbutton the vest. you can tell heâs still somewhat in wait, ready to jump up and assist with any problem that might find its way into your bedroom (of which you made sure to clean extensively before inviting him in, even though youâre sure heâll still find a place that needs dusting anyway) but to your luck, that doesnât happen. he releases a heavy sigh, relaxing completely in your hold. you know he most likely doesnât plan on falling asleep right now, but regardless you donât dare move a muscle. nothing is more frustrating than accidentally waking a resting lycaon who will just jump back onto his feet and right back into work before you even have the chance to wake up yourself, and for a haunting moment you fear youâve made the same mistake when you feel lycaon stir beside you.
however, instead of strategically maneuvering out from your arms, he surprises you when he moves his face closer to yours. thinking heâs leaning in for a kiss, naturally you let your eyes close. but instead of a kiss, you feel his cold, wet nose gently pressing against yours before heâs softly nuzzling his face into your skin and resting his snout in the crook of your neck. lycaon is more often than not a gentle lover to you, even when in the midst of a hollow and surrounded by threatening ethereals, but this specific display of affection was new. it wasnât that much different from when the temperature would be colder and heâd keep his nose somewhere close to your skin for warmth, but this act in particular seemed less deliberateâyou could tell it was intimate, and definitely not something he was meaning to do as evidenced by the way he suddenly stills, like heâd only just noticed his behavior. you expect him to pull away with an apology and a clear of his throat, but he doesnât. he just sighs, easing further into your arms. his tail even curls forward, almost hugging you, as he takes in your warmth and allows himself to rest peacefully beside you.
it was sweet when youâd really begun to notice it. how when it was just you two, he wouldnât appear tense or on edge, and instead there was a sort of playfulness in the way heâd carry himself as he bumps his head against yours and pushes his snout close, giving you a gentle nip on your jaw or neck. he finds himself often tucking his face into your neck, sometimes simply laying there and taking in your scent and warmth, and sometimes heâd have his mouth slightly agape against your neck, just letting his teeth gently rest against your skin. during these moments, he never bites down, doesnât even nibble or nip. he just keeps still, feeling the way you breathe against him until he withdraws his teeth from their spot, sometimes leaving a small lick or two in his wake before nudging his nose against your neck in place of his teeth. itâs a display of affection you donât ask about, but itâs strangely adorable. when heâs relaxed, youâll see his tail threatening to wag, and the way he shifts in his spot and adjusts his posture as if he was trying his best to ignore it. he stops fighting it after you attempt to encourage the behavior by scratching his neck and behind his earâthe actual scratching did nothing, but he did find the action endearing (albeit a bit ridiculous) enough that it caused his tail to flicker in affection which only further made your heart soar.Â
itâs hard to tell when lycaon first goes into heat. at first, there arenât many obvious changes, aside from him being a bit more affectionate. his actions overall remain the same, with kisses and head nudges, or some delicate nips to your jaw or neck. however heâs at your side more often than usual, and though you almost always can feel his watchful gaze on you anyway, it feels different this time around. he doesnât appear different; heâs not stressed, angry or overly concerned. you ask him how heâs feeling and he simply directs the conversation back to you. youâre so caught up in his affections and acts of service, you donât even realize how for that past week, heâd been practically herding you back home each time youâd make your way out of the house. usually he really appreciates the fresh air, and is always open to trying out new restaurants or stores. and of course heâs always willing to make time for the proxies, and yet you donât recall even saying goodbye to belle and wise when youâd last seen them. but with the way lycaon seems to suddenly nuzzle at your neck and face, his hold tighter on you than usual, you realize why the days seemed to have been ending much shorter (and always in the embrace of lycaon, without fail, with his nose resting gently at your jugular and his tail thumping against your legs). when you bring it up, he looks as if he hadnât even realized what heâd been doing. he firmly apologizes with an averted gaze and a promise to make up for his behavior, but you can tell that thereâs something heâs not quite telling you. and when he does tell you, youâre a bit awe-struckâheat is not entirely an unfamiliar topic, but it does feel just a little bit absurd to realize lycaon is going through one (or about to? youâre not actually sure yet). the topic seems to fluster him, though heâs quick to compose himself. strangely, the concept seems to even surprise him, like he was unfamiliar with this part of himself. you convince him to explore it, so long as you can work through it together, and he agrees with a thankful smile.Â
during the period of his actual heat, he never strays far. he canât help but continue in his catering, making sure youâre hydrated and have eaten, always offering to make you a meal or a snack, but he canât help but stay in your presence. when asked to leave the room, even by a superior, he hesitates. when he does have to part ways with you, no matter how far you are, he always has his ears flicked in your direction. and once heâs finished with his tasks, he makes his way straight back to you without another thought. you donât say it out loud of course, but it is just a bit dog-like in the way he practically trails after you, even when youâre just going into another room. you donât outright tease him for this behavior but it is tempting to, especially when youâll exit the bathroom for example and find him patiently waiting outside the door, casually checking his pocket watch and acting as if this was something he always did. itâs not even really mother henning despite how often heâs over your shoulder and watching your every move for any sign of discomfort. heâs just.. there. all the time, by your side. you donât notice it, but thereâs something a bit possessive in the way he resides in your presence. in public, he almost shields you away from everyone, not so much out of fear (though he is naturally protective of you) but because all he really wants to do is get you back home where it can just be the two of you, in private.Â
and when you indulge him, finally finding the time to just be with each other, heâs almost constantly nuzzling his nose against you, which is something youâve noticed by now he only seems to do in private. he practically lights up when you kiss him on his neck, returning a similar nuzzle to his jugular. his breath just barely hitches, and when your lips move to kiss at his cheek, you can feel the warmth in his face growing with each peck you place as you trail up just below his ear. he sinks into your touch, soaking in all of your affection. he allows you to delicately remove his eye patch, something youâve only done once before, and you set it upon the bedside cabinet before heâs shuffling you properly down onto the bed. he feels hot and dizzy, and a part of him is tempted to urge you to just ravish him now, but he still lets you tenderly move him onto his back, where he peers up at you with one dark, red eye that storms with desire and trust.
lycaon doesnât dress down often, not unless you really ask him to, but right now youâve got him completely bare. though he still wears his prosthetics, this is by far the most youâve seen of him. heâd undressed in private after literally inviting you into your own bedroom and encouraging you to make yourself comfortable while you waited for him to get ready. despite being in the midst of a heat, he had done a full sweep of your room, making it look dusted and tidy. he had even made your bed, and the realization makes you wonder if heâs aware itâs only going to get ruined again by the end of the night. still, you donât say anything about it, not when lycaon had gracefully waltzed out of the bathroom, coat and tail freshly brushed and trimmed and most notably naked, aside from the heeled metal below his knees and the black fabric that adorned his face. he stood before you, trying to appear poised with his head held high, but you could still see that anxious sway in his tail he had always been unable to conceal. enamored, you had forgotten to undress yourself, and lycaon seized the opportunity to distract himself with the task before he had neatly set your clothes, folded and dusted off with his hand, atop your dresser.Â
he was confident back in his element, but with you looking down at him, admiring his body, he became shy again. yes, he deliberately prepared himself with deft precision for this exact reason, making sure his coat was in nothing but the best shape, but he hadnât expected you to look even half as infatuated as you do now. even as he becomes restless, his body hot and eager, he lays beneath you with his stomach and neck bared in silent invitation. youâre gentle when you thread your hands through his fur, tracing out the shape of his body. he shudders when you squeeze around his chest and hips, amused by his reactions; and still trying to remain professional, he turns his head away to hide the soft moans you effortlessly work out of him. you move in closer, letting your hips bump. you kiss back down to his neck, catching your lips right below his jaw; not expecting it, his hips jerk up in surprise as he stifles a groan. his nails are slightly digging into your skin where his hands grip your arms, but you donât mind it.
you can tell that lycaon is still unsure of this vulnerability, but you also know heâs one to trust his instinctsâand right now you have a vague idea what those instincts are telling him by the way he ruts his hips against your hardening cock. all hesitance seems to have been thrown out the door as he quietly groans, moving his hips in patient but eager grinds in attempt to slip your cock inside of him. stretching him out with your fingers briefly comes to mind, but as if he knew exactly what you were thinking, he tells you that he doesnât need any preparations, not while heâs like this. just barely, you pull away, and his thighs come pressing closer on either side of you, locking you between his legs and keeping you flush against his aching core.Â
you donât question him further, giving him what he wants and slowly inching your cock into him. heâs much tighter than you expected him to be, but he doesnât seem to be in any pain. instead he arches his back in encouragement as his pussy takes you to the hilt, and a soft exhale of relief is let out, marking the achievement. lycaon doesnât wait before rolling his hips forward, making himself moan from the raw pleasure. he lets out the softest whine when you pull your hips away, leaving just the head of your cock inside of him. he canât help but moan again when you slide your cock all the way back in, and even you canât stop yourself from groaning at the sheer ease of fucking him. his pussy pulls you in, squeezing your cock with surprising strength. he's just wet enough to let your cock glide past his walls in fervor if you wish to, but your pace remains relaxed as you allow him to flutter and twitch around your girth. despite his eagerness to get you inside him, lycaon still appears composed.
you can tell heâs trying to maintain some self-control, probably for the sake of his dignity, but his chest continues to rise and fall with heavy breaths and he canât seem to stave off the itch to thrust his hips up to have you as deep as he can. you give him a word of encouragement, but it falls on deaf ears as he struggles to fight against the urge to flip you onto your back and have your cock just the way his body is begging him to. itâs hot and sleek inside of him as he grows wetter by the second, and with each thrust heâs begun to let his legs fall open wider, allowing you full leverage to take him any way you desire. his pussy tightens with every push and pull of your cock, and though you know lycaon wouldnât mind a more slow and delicate fuck, at this very moment he is clearly needy. even with your cock buried deep, his pussy still feels empty.Â
his soft moans are occasionally interrupted by irritated huffs as his patience runs thin. uncertainty lingers in the back of his mind; heâs not sure what itâs like to really lose control, to let all of his walls fall and give in to such an insatiable hunger, but the idea is admittedly intriguing. he likes the dizziness he feels when your hips connect, how the heaviness of your cock makes his head spin. you rip moans out from him so easily, he doesnât know how you do it. his pussy takes you without struggle but he still feels the ache of your cock splitting him open. he wants more, and yet heâs not sure if he even can take any moreâbut maybe, for one night, losing control wouldnât be so bad.Â
he arches his back again, letting out a pleased sigh of relief when you take the hint and speed up your endeavor. you can feel yourself getting close, unable to tear your eyes away from lycaonâs form beneath you. cold metal surrounds you as his legs make their way around your hipsâhe knows youâre close, making sure to squeeze around your cock, both eager to make you finish and desperate to have you fill him up until heâs lightheaded. your thrusts become quick and shallow as you snap your hips against his. he doesnât budge, only squeezing his pussy tighter in encouragement until you stutter; cock twitching, you make sure youâre in deep when you cum, filling him up. the effect is immediate with the way his body goes still. his legs fall open again, and his back arches only slightly as he raises his hips, trying to help ride out your orgasm before heâs falling flat onto the bed. his pussy flutters and squeezes as it milks out every last drop of your seed. even when youâve pulled back, letting just the head of your cock sit inside of him as you continue to pump him full, you donât bother moving away any further. heâs beyond grateful you donât try to pull outâheâs not sure what he would have done if you had.Â
heâs almost panting now, his stomach caves with every little twitch of your cock. thereâs even a slight burn in the back of his throat, and something in his teeth aches like he needs to sink them into the skin of your neck and claim you as his. heâs so full, but itâs just not enough.Â
he makes a sound mixed between a pleasured sigh and a growl of frustration as he speaks, âmore, iââ but he quickly cuts himself off. surprised by his own tone, he pauses, and attempts to collect himself with a deep breath, but he finds himself at a loss for words. he aches terribly; his hips seem to move on their own, rolling up into your now sensitive cock that still barely sits inside him. his body blazes with need, and without even realizing it, he continues to hump your cock, making himself even more breathless and hot in the process. you donât seem bothered however. thereâs only intrigue andâto a bit of his embarrassmentâlust evident in your expression as you look down at him. your hunger for him only further increases the ache between his legs. finally, heâs able to muster the words, âit appears i require more of your.. assistance.âÂ
the sound of his voice is so desperate and hoarse, his words almost come out in a whisper as he tries to conceal the moan that threatens to build in the back of his throat. it has your body moving in an instant. you push his legs farther apart, reveling in the quiet gasp he lets out as you do so. youâre obviously more pent up than you realizedâyour cock, already hard again, slowly eases in and out of lycaonâs cunt as you try to find a good pace. you groan when he moves his hips up to meet yours, and gently, you bite down at his shoulder to try and gain some composure. he only bares more of his throat in response as he leans up into your touch.
youâre unable to stop yourself from stuttering forward, giving lycaon a particularly harsh thrust. it barely fazes him as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto your cock, the sound so obscene it makes your eyes flutter shut; lycaonâs pussy, hot and full, squelches against the weight of your cock. he tries to slow down, but he canât help himself from humping your cock, wanting so badly to be filled again and again. you meet his thrusts, and lycaonâs back arches as he gasps again, gripping at the sheets beside him. one of his ears twitches, and you wonder just how clearly he can hear his own pussy, filled with your cum, taking your cock. you fuck into him faster, grip tight on his hips. thereâs no reason to play it gentle anymore, not when lycaon needs his fix and badly.Â
you plant yourself firmly against the bed, hiking his hips up onto your thighs, giving you just the right angle to take him even deeper. he grits his teeth, but heâs unable to hide the pants and moans he lets out as his orgasm distantly builds somewhere within him with each thrust of your cock. you donât stop fucking him, not even when his pussy spasms around your cock as he cums. an almost guttural moan is ripped from his throat before it quickly weaves into a soft whine at the abrupt halt of your hips. your cock pulses against his aching walls as you empty another load of cum into his cunt, and he goes dizzy at the feeling as he shudders. with a gasp of your name, his body goes slack once more, finally satiated. you gently fall forward, tucking your face into his exposed neck. he sighs and, though exhausted, he mimics the action, moving his head just enough to rest his cold nose against your skin where he can take in your calming scent as he slowly comes down from his heat-induced high.
lycaon looks ethereal, almost glowing. with your forehead against his, he can feel the way youâre sweating, your body hot with exhaustion. he finds himself feeling something similar. even with such a fluffy coat, you find he runs rather cold most times; right now however, you can just tell, as your hand runs through his black-tipped hair, he feels warm, inside and out. lycaonâs the most relaxed youâve ever seen him, with his head leaning into your touch. if he was a cat thiren, heâd most definitely be purring right about now. the thought has you pecking at his lips, bringing him into a gentle kiss.Â
you stay inside of lycaon. youâre positive, even with just how calm and tired he looks, the moment he sees any mess between his legs heâd get right up to tend to it, and with such a rare state of bliss, youâd rather not disturb him. not that you have much choice in the matter anyhow; his legs keep you firmly in place, unaffected by his exhaustion, you supposedâand maybe that was why he kept the prosthetics on.
he suddenly lets out a long sigh, and his legs release you from their grasp. you lay down atop him again, looping your arms into his to keep him as close to you as possible. itâs hot between you, with his fur against your skin and his warm breath at your neck, but you donât say anything, instead letting lycaon have this moment to simply be enveloped in your warmth and scent. and, just as you were expecting, you can hear the distinct sound of his tail gently thumping against the tousled blankets. you smile against him, letting out a faint chuckle.
as if the sound had snapped him out of his trance, he clears his throat as if to speak, and you lift your head up to see his flustered expression as he tries to find his words. âi apologize. i wasnât quite myself, butââ his voice is soft and guarded, filled with adoration. he finds the courage to look you in the eyes before giving you a long, sweet kiss on the lips, âif you were willing to do this with me again, i wouldnât be opposed to such an offer.âÂ
and you let lycaon, your beloved partner, rest.. even when the next morning after you walked lycaon back to victoria housekeeping, rina had greeted you at the door and graciously gifted the two of you a small, modest bag; tied with a glossy red bow, inside were various thiren-owned brands of contraceptives, as well as a homemade card congratulating the both of you, written in an elegant, shimmering gold script and even signed with a small heartâapparently lycaon being in heat was obvious to everyone but you. go figure.
Talking Tangerine through it so well that heâs slurring yes to everything. Teasingly joking about wanting to put a baby in him in passing and heâs gone, flat out nodding and swearing and begging for it
Refuses to talk about it after his haze passes
ohh, i love that.Â
quick little ftm! tangerine with a top reader (no pronouns mentioned)
since i'm a sucker for the 'trope' of a character realizing they have a breeding kink;
i can see him being super strict about contraceptives, never allowing you to fuck him without a condom and always having some pills on hand somewhere. heâs definitely got his cycle tracked, both in an app on his phone and also a physical calendar (and if thereâs any sort of hiccup in his cycle, he is looking straight at you).
and then one night when youâre fucking him, his brainâs so foggy he almost doesnât register it, youâre talking about fucking a baby into him, and then that was it. you said it like it was nothing, but youâre still fucking him. and though youâve got a condom on, for just a moment he imagines it as you continue to hold his hips, pulling them forward to match each of your thrusts. he thinks about pulling the condom off your cock, watching your pre-cum bead at the tip and dribble down before slipping back inside of him, allowing him to feel every inch bury itself deep, dragging across his walls so slowly he can feel every vein and pulse. he wouldnât know what to do with himself if you came inside of him. heâd probably feel so full, and heâd be so fucking tired afterwards, breathless and hot too. yet he fears he might ask you to do it againâand how many times would it take? how many times would you have to cum inside of him before he finally got pregnant? it gets him dizzy. and when he cums (much sooner than either of you expected) he can see the moment you realize just what it was you said, and as if there really was a light bulb shining above your head, your eyes suddenly glimmer, and tangerine curses himself for being so damn whipped for you.
he wants to believe heâd totally kill you if you really did get him pregnant (that is if lemonâs merciless teasing didnât kill him first) but he canât fight the pang of arousal that builds at the thought. you know itâs crossing his mind when he starts adjusting his collar or tugs at his sleeve; he gets antsy, like heâs actively battling the thoughts that threaten to fill his mind. he snaps at you to shut up when you bring the topic up, but he canât bear to look at you too long. the seed is planted and heâs totally weak to it. as stubborn as he is, heâs so easy to get riled. this sort of thing lingers until heâs forced to acknowledge it. honestly itâd be a while until you had sex again, just out of pure spite. youâre kissing and undoing your clothes and the second you open your mouth to speak he puts a finger to your lips and goes, donât you dare say a fucking word. probably even stuffs your mouth with his tie just for extra measure. all his threats fall on deaf ears regardless, and by the time youâre inside of him all the thoughts heâd been burying come forward and he finds himself choking and gasping like a lovesick idiot.Â
you donât even have to say anything, heâs got the image of you filling him and getting him pregnant clear in his mind alreadyâheâs bed bound, completely yours. already pregnant, thereâs no point in a condom, and thereâs certainly no one calling him in for work. you can fuck him as many times as you want to, filling him over and over again. he tells himself heâd never give you the satisfaction, but heâs already got himself hooked. he knows itâll come back to bite him but all he can think about is your cock fucking him raw. he rises from your lap, pulling the condom off from your cock. he sits himself back down before the common sense can settle in before heâs stuttering out a swear at the feeling of your cock bare and hard inside of him. he already feels close, letting you fuck up into him with an enthralled compliance. only when youâve cum does he let out a moan he's unable to bite down, letting his head fall to your shoulder. the feeling of being filled like this is foreign, but his hips twitch, seeking more. he can barely move otherwise, aside from his eyes blinking away stray tears. your hands hold his hips, keeping him firmly in place. your cock still twitches inside of him, keeping him filled to the brim and warm with your seed. he feels so full, but the thought of you pulling out just to fill him up again makes his eyes water. grasping your wrists he lets out the faintest plea, and suddenly it feels like he's a completely different person. he scolds himself for showing so little restraint but even so, long after the fog has lifted, he realizes that ultimately, he doesnât regret one fucking thing.Â
this fantasy would be an insane guilty pleasure for him. like realistically he knows itâd be stupid as hell and he wouldnât wanna be caught dead falling pregnant before settling down, but he secretly finds the idea of having to either retire or temporarily quit his job because you got him pregnant super arousing. itâs a control freakâs worst nightmare but it gets his thighs pressing together like nothing else. he convinces himself he'll bury it and push it away until the thought eventually dissipates but it never does. it just builds and builds until he's throwing himself at you with a growl, letting you have the opportunity to wreck him as you please, just to finally satiate the craving.