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just wanted it to be known here front and center that i don't take requests but you are free to talk to me and ask questions

this is a top reader blog featuring ftm characters

honestly i don't know what my main thing is right now, i'm pretty slow with writing as of late and really just juggling between fandoms.

in the past i've written for rdr2, cod, zero escape, dbd, mouthwashing, venom, batman, zzz, and dispatch

also, any abcs posts i do are most likely using the templates by @/the-coldest-goodbye

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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 they’re like after sex)

eddie’s very good with aftercare if he doesn’t fall asleep right after sex. he’s 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. it’s super cozy sleeping in his bed, enveloped in his and venom’s 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. eddie’s not exactly a chef, but he’s had a lot of trial and error making morning smoothies that he will make you taste test. if he’s not busy cleaning up after venom, he’ll 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. he’s very affectionate and will bombard you with hugs and kisses long after you’ve 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 he’s getting huffy but he genuinely likes spending the time with his partners. food is a big part of venom and eddie’s love language.

venom is the same, not wanting you or eddie to leave the bed and keeping you guys in his hold even when you’re 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 don’t get dragged back into bed, venom will hang over your shoulder. he’ll try to cook you and eddie breakfast, trying out whatever weird new recipe he had in mind. it’s cute how he encourages you to eat it, but if you genuinely think it’s bad he’ll just make eddie eat your portions. venom doesn’t exactly need aftercare but he does like being pampered, especially if you’re paying extra attention to him and not eddie. it’s all in good fun but venom likes to say that you like him more than you like eddie. he’ll snuggle extra close to you and claim that eddie’s not giving him attention, so amuse him with pets and kisses and he’ll be very happy. if you have to part ways, for work or for other matters, venom will try to text you on eddie’s phone. he’s 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 partner’s)

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 he’s worked hard for them, and he likes his lips because he thinks they look really nice when they’re shiny with your cum. eddie doesn’t wanna fuel venom’s ego by admitting it, but his favorite part of venom are his eyes—they’re strangely expressive for two simple, white shapes. eddie finds them very fascinating, and often gets sort of lost in them when they’re talking face to face. he also likes venom’s 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 might’ve 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 doesn’t 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 what’s between his legs just to be cheeky but he actually likes eddie’s 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 he’ll slither across your back and onto your arms, stopping at your hands, like the way a snake might. he likes mimicking your actions; when you’re fingering eddie, venom will pump small tendrils into eddie with you. he’ll trace eddie’s inner thighs, assisting your thumb where it circles eddie’s clit. and when you finger venom, pushing your fingers as deep into him as they’ll 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 venom’s influence because he swears he wouldn’t be swallowing cum on an almost daily basis if it wasn’t 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. he’ll 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 doesn’t mind when you cum inside him, but he’s 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 venom’ll always hold open eddie’s legs afterwards to give you a good view before shutting them close, insistent to not let your cum spill out until he’s had a taste. 

venom likes having your cum inside of him, whether it’s 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 it’s not often, venom savours it. he wants to eat your cum out of eddie’s pussy afterwards, and then wants to shove his tongue down eddie’s throat so he gets a proper taste too. he likes to lick your cum off eddie’s face as well, and wherever else you might have cum on eddie. venom also likes seeing eddie’s cum on you, especially if it’s on your face or fingers—he’ll 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 eddie’s eyes. 

with the help of eddie’s body, venom can also emit cum. it’s different from a human’s, being much silvery and sleek, like chrome. sometimes it looks black, and sometimes it looks white—it’s beautiful, and tastes a little metallic with a very subtle sweetness to it. venom will only cum when he’s in his full form. fuck him the same way you’d fuck eddie, and with your cock inside of him, you’ll 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 it—since venom can’t 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 venom’s cum must have some kind of aphrodisiac in it because any time it’s inside him or he gets a taste of it, it just makes eddie’s head foggier and foggier with arousal, it’s like nothing else. 

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

venom can make eddie cum without even actually touching him. eddie’s not sure how it works, if it’s some kind of placebo effect or if venom is just somehow metaphorically snapping his fingers and making eddie cum, but it’s a very unique experience. eddie can feel venom everywhere, in his veins, under his skin, touching every crevice of eddie’s body. he can feel the pulsing sensation of venom’s body running through him, sometimes even squeezing or swelling. venom rocks and pulses inside of eddie’s pussy, stretching across his walls and filling up the space, throbbing in rhythm with eddie’s fluttering walls. he worms his way into eddie’s head, behind his eyes, down his throat, under his tongue, between his rib cage and over his heart. the orgasm almost doesn’t feel real; it hits eddie like a tsunami, washing over him. his body shakes and careens, his voice dying in his throat. he can’t see for a moment, and he almost feels drugged. he can’t think straight, can’t even think of anything. he feels like he’s floating, but also like he’s 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. it’s literally an out-of-this-world experience, one that he’s not particularly guilty of, but one that he likes to keep just between him and venom. it’s special between them; venom could choose not to do it at all, it doesn’t give him pleasure. but he saves it for when eddie is particularly stressed, when he just needs a good old factory reset—only because venom loves him so much. 

it’s 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 it’d be temporary, and if venom doesn’t just straight up jump out of eddie and into you at the first green light, it’d 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. 

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. there’s a chance you’re not even aware of it, when eddie and venom come home late one night and crawl into your lap, even when you’re sound asleep. they’ll grind their soaking pussy into your clothed cock until venom is scratching off your pajamas and sitting on your dick. and venom won’t stop there, he can still feel the way eddie’s 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 doesn’t 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. 

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

eddie’s pretty experienced, with his past relationship with anne and flings he had throughout college, but after anne and getting venom, eddie didn’t have the motivation to really sleep with anyone. getting with you, you’d be the first actual human he’d have sex with after a somewhat long while. venom certainly tests eddie’s stamina, as well as his patience. eddie never would have believed he’d be experienced in alien sex, but alas. he’s 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. it’s 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 he’s suave, calm and collected; you don’t even notice some of the slip-ups, and before you know it, you’re questioning your own experience. you’ve 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 doesn’t; 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 cock—venom sees it. and though venom doesn’t 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. 

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 eddie’s and venom’s. venom is also a fast learner, though obviously it takes a bit more effort since he’s still completely new to human bodies. venom would accidentally learn a lot about sex from movies, or even just online if he’s bored and decides to try to do his own research on eddie’s laptop. venom wants to learn, and he’s definitely happy to learn along the way, in bed with you and eddie. at this point, venom is more than familiar with eddie’s body, but yours is still somewhat a mystery; he has a lot of fun experimenting and figuring you out, and thankfully it’s also pretty fun for you and eddie, even if venom sometimes asks about trying out a random obscure kink he’d accidentally heard about on youtube. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

eddie’s 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 he’s 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 venom’s favorite position for eddie to be in. you’ll 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 eddie’s legs to pull them up, pressing them close to eddie’s chest and allowing you to fuck him into the bed at an even deeper angle. it’s 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 eddie’s not doing it right, which leads to it being venom riding you instead. 

venom likes to ride you because he wants to show eddie how it’s 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 you’re deliberately teasing him, which then he’ll do his little growl and try to seem threatening despite the fact you know he’s a total sweetheart and wouldn’t do anything he claims. he’ll 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 can’t 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 else’s upper-hand. yes, your teasing also deprives eddie of his orgasm, but in his opinion it’s always worth it to hear venom’s genuine begging as you slowly break down his stubborn layers one by one. 

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

both eddie and venom can be very silly. sex isn’t 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 it’s with good intention. eddie’s good at breaking the tension if the situation calls for it, but when he’s 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 he’s 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 venom’s commentary on the movie or show he’s watching. eddie’s a lot less patient for jokes when he’s on the receiving end of venom’s hunger, when venom won’t stop pumping into eddie’s 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, he’s more casual and making jokes as he mocks you or venom for being pussy-drunk. venom can dish it out but he can’t take it, he gets a little huffy. he’ll make eddie limp with his legs shaking and then try to crack a joke afterwards just to fuck with him. 

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

eddie’s 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 it’s strangely sweet. eddie does get a lot of pricks though. whether you also shave or not, venom likes being included. he’ll brush his teeth with you guys too, insisting you all three cramp into eddie’s bathroom to wash up in the mirror together. 

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 it’s 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 (he’s 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. it’s difficult for sex with eddie to not be romantic; he’s 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 ‘sweetheart’ a lot, and it’s 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 eddie’s pussy or shoving his tongue down eddie’s 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 eddie’s body. 

venom is also very full of love, so even though he doesn’t quite understand how to be romantic, sex is always fun and enjoyable. he does attempt it though, from what he’s seen on tv. he’ll 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. venom’s 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). there’s 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 you’re 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. venom’ll tug you back into him, licking at your neck to soothe you to give you a few seconds to ground yourself before he’s grinding on your cock again. you and eddie practically have no space to yourselves. not that you’re complaining really, but when venom takes the reins, eddie is often sandwiched between the two of you who are practically enveloped in venom’s mass as he keeps you all as close together as possible. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

eddie’s 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 he’d 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 doesn’t quite understand why eddie sometimes just wants to do it alone. it’s 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 interrupted—not that he’s really complaining anyway. if eddie makes it clear he doesn’t want venom meddling in physically, venom is great at spurring eddie on with words. eddie’ll masturbate if you’re 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, it’s never much of a solo ride. you’ll come back home to find your partner’s getting on each other’s nerves with how much they’ve worked the other up in your absence. 

venom will sometimes touch himself when he’s 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 they’ve 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 ‘punish’ eddie. he doesn’t 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 fashion—he’ll 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, it’s 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 won’t listen to the commands he gives. he’ll assist you in any way you want too, and he’ll love mutual masturbation where he can touch eddie at the same time as they watch you.  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

eddie really likes overstimulation. it’s something he’s 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 ‘victim’ of this greed, eddie is far from free of it. venom takes great pleasure in making eddie cum over and over and over again—he wants him fucked stupid, and eddie will gladly take it. eddie also likes having his pussy really filled; with your cock and venom’s tendrils both inside of him, it makes eddie lightheaded with pleasure. venom loves squeezing past your cock where it’s pumping inside of eddie’s cunt and it only makes eddie more and more hungry. it’s honestly a little fascinating just how much eddie’s pussy can take inside of it. sometimes venom will sculpt a cock to fuck eddie with when you’re not around to do it, but eddie finds that having venom’s 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 he’s 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 can’t think straight from how many times he’s cum and been filled up. 

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 who’ll be the one dealing with these pregnancies if venom actually got what he wanted lmao). it’s just something that comes natural, one of those things you can’t really shake. when you’re fucking eddie and venom can tell you’re about to cum, he just can’t help himself; he’s practically begging for it inside eddie’s head, wanting so badly to have you fill them up and breed them. whenever you put a condom on, it’s the same song and dance—venom 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 doesn’t stop him from complaining. eddie’s honestly shocked venom hasn’t 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-around—at this point, compromises are what keep eddie and venom’s relationship intact. you’ll have to be careful if you ever decide to cum inside venom; he gets addicted to it. it’ll be the only way he wants sex for a while, and he’ll get real huffy if you have to stop. he won’t be able to stop at one round either—he 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 nursery—he is so ready to be a parent. every morning eddie is just like “lord, give me patience..” venom is very lucky he is loved. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

honestly eddie’s 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 it’s in the bath where you can just kinda have lazy sex, which if you asked, he’d say is one of his favorite ways to have sex. he finds it sweet to have really soft sex after you’ve just woken up, so morning sex in the bath or shower is a really good experience for him. he’s very particular about the products he uses though so you’ll 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 you’ve used because he’s corny as fuck like that. eddie’s 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 eddie’s 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 don’t 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 he’s getting fucked, why does it matter to him where it happens? subconsciously, venom’s 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 fuck—also makes for a nice experience when they go back home to eddie’s 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 that’d be where your scent lingers the most. whenever you move in together, that’ll 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 it’s 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 doesn’t 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. 

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 eddie’s gaze down to it. he’s 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 he’ll get the memo immediately. he’s also really into people in uniforms; if you come home from work and you wear some kind of uniform, he’s 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 talk—venom is notoriously great at it due to literally being inside eddie’s head; he knows exactly what to say to get eddie’s 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, he’s 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 he’s doing and call you, praying to god that you answer and are available. 

venom is kind of always motivated for sex. he’s not necessarily always aroused or anything, he just loves you and eddie (though he claims you’re his favorite) and is kind of just. always okay with sex. like there’s no world that venom would ever reject you or eddie if you asked unless he was genuinely starving, then he’d 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. he’s a little picky with eddie, but that’s 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 he’ll fuck eddie. with you, totally unconditional. with eddie? there’s some ground rules in place. but just like eddie, venom is attracted to confidence, so all you have to do is be forward and he’s 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 doesn’t quite realize is that venom totally loves it when eddie is pathetic. a lot of the time when eddie and venom fuck, it’s after you’ve already fucked eddie to the point of him being overstimulated, where he had to beg you to give him a break. it’s venom’s 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. 

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

eddie really doesn’t want to do anything with too much pain, so he won’t like playing around with knives or wax. he knows venom could heal his wounds pretty quickly, but he’s still a coward at heart and honestly just doesn’t really have a thing for pain at all anyway; even stinging pain doesn’t do it for him, like if you were to slap him. venom will be entertained and, even though it doesn’t seriously, seriously hurt eddie, it’s just not what he wants to do during sex. also won’t 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, there’s nothing happening up there on eddie’s watch. 

venom doesn’t 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 he’s tugging on your arms to get your attention away from whoever or whatever is making him upset, he genuinely doesn’t like the idea of anyone getting too close. he’ll make a lot of comments in eddie’s head if there’s someone flirting with one of you, so it’s best to shut the conversations down before venom gets too upset. he won’t 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 he’ll be rather defensive of you anyway. venom can be petty, so you’ll know when he’s feeling left out and jealous. 

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 he’s very good at it. he’s 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 wouldn’t 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 doesn’t squirm too much or try to push you down, he just likes to lay back and relax as you eat him out and he doesn’t 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. it’s really easy to bring eddie to tears just by eating him out, which you’ll see often when venom is the one doing it. 

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. it’s definitely a new, very interesting experience to have someone’s tongue literally wrap itself around your dick. he’s 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 it’s all good sounds. venom also doesn’t 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 you’re 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. he’s also pretty fond of the imagery, a tiny, fragile human and their small tongue diving into his pussy that’s almost bigger than their head, that thought alone makes him growl in pleasure. 

one of venom’s 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 doesn’t know when to quit, so if eddie doesn’t stop him, venom can eat him out for literal hours. he loves his taste and will literally drink up his cum. afterwards, eddie can’t 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 wasn’t entirely sure he wanted a long ass tongue inside of him, but venom does ease him into it. with his tendrils holding open eddie’s legs, his tongue sliding across every surface inside of eddie’s 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 he’d prefer that because just finishing from venom’s tongue is enough to make his vision go blank for a good few seconds. 

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. he’s not opposed to harder sex though, it’ll 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 he’s honestly a huge softie so he’ll probably be worried about hurting you and will continuously check in, especially if venom is leading—he knows venom would never deliberately hurt you, but he’s still getting used to what he’s capable of doing, and he just doesn’t 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, he’ll settle for letting you fuck him on his back just because he doesn’t want to accidentally break your dick or something if he’s fighting venom for control of his body lmao. he can handle being fucked fast and hard, though he’ll still get pretty tired afterwards. sometimes he just seriously needs to get his brains fucked out if he’s been stressed or hasn’t had sex in a while. you can definitely do a good number on him, but alongside venom, ohh eddie’s screwed. he absolutely won’t 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 he’s not necessarily that rough. his hold on you is super gentle because he’s very conscious of how he treats you. he’s 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. he’ll ride you, and though the bed may threaten to collapse, he’s barely got any weight on you at all. he’s 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 he’s also a huge softie and doesn’t want to hurt you), but he can absolutely milk your cock dry if you want him to, it’ll be completely useless after he’s done with it. venom prefers being fucked fast and rough purely because he can handle it. prettyyyy good chance you won’t be able to actually tucker him out at all like with eddie, and you’ll definitely be the one exhausted before he’s even gotten closed to being satisfied, but he does find it very amusing to see you try, and will be delighted by your determination. 

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

eddie doesn’t mind them. usually they’ll 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 he’s able to stay in bed for a couple more minutes (or honestly, hours) to spend time with you and venom if propositioned. he’s got a really comfy couch in his apartment if you’re genuinely too lazy to take the extra couple of steps to his bed lmao. he also doesn’t mind sex in the shower, especially if he’s on a little bit of a time crunch. eddie’s a pretty passionate guy, so he’s 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. 

venom doesn’t care either way honestly. technically, if you asked him, he’d say he prefers quickies because he doesn’t exactly have the refractory period that humans do, so he’s like, well why not just have five quickies, quickly? y’know? he doesn’t fully get it. but of course you kinda.. can’t do that, usually. he does like spending time with you and eddie, so he’d 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 you’re not at home and venom’s 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, eddie’s going to drag you guys home for that, and venom, though he’s good at making you guys cum in a short time, he won’t wanna just stop at one orgasm. he’ll let you leave when you really need to, but he’s gonna make sure you guys continue from where you left off. if you or eddie plan to take a quick shower, guess who’s gonna try to sneak in an orgasm alongside that. it’s easy for eddie, if he’s 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 didn’t think to take his clothes off first in his haste.

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

eddie’s got a bit of a rebellious streak, but honestly venom makes him so much worse. eddie’s 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 eddie’s boss, or even just a coworker’s if venom really doesn’t like them. mrs. chen’s store is off limits for eddie, but venom still likes running himself under yours and eddie’s clothes and feeling you up—he can be subtle if he really wants to, but he also likes to get eddie frustrated until they’re forced to leave the store because this ain’t mrs. chen’s first rodeo (unfortunately) and she’s honestly done with y’all’s shit and will absolutely kick you out if you can’t behave. there’s times eddie might tease you a bit out in public, but it’s 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. he’ll 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, venom’s not always needed.

venom has the luxury of being able to do shit in public without him getting in trouble for it, but that doesn’t mean you and eddie are off the hook. venom’s impatient, so if you’re out for a long time and aren’t 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 you’ll need to reel him in when he gets too handsy unless you’re genuinely not concerned about making a ruckus. sometimes eddie will let it slide because venom’s 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 eddie’s 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 he’s had a drink or two, so you never know what kind of shit venom will get eddie into. venom’s definitely experimental, which can either be the best thing ever or a genuine disaster. he’s still learning the human body, and with all the shit he sometimes discovers online or sees on tv, it’s 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. 

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

eddie’s stand-alone stamina is not the highest ever but he’s able to hold out. if he’s really revved up, he can go two back-to-back rounds that last a pretty good while. he’s not incredibly desperate to cum during sex, and usually if he doesn’t last long, it’s because venom’s 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 won’t just admit that). eddie really gets tired if he’s 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. eddie’s 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. 

venom’s stamina is pretty unlimited, though he will need to have eaten beforehand of course or else he’s just really grumpy and sluggish. it’s not a matter of how long venom can last, but of how long you can last; he’s 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. you’ll have to teach him how not to do that, which will be a confusing lesson to learn. once he’s 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 can’t 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. venom’s 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. it’s a little annoying for eddie when he wants to just lay down and jerk off for a night and then venom, not understanding why you’d 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. 

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

eddie wouldn’t really have toys of his own, mostly because he had anne for a good while and didn’t 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 can’t 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 eddie’s 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 don’t 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. 

venom doesn’t use them on himself much, but he quite likes the way vibrators feel; so long as they’re 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 eddie’s 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; that’s when he’s gotta put his hands up like, buddy. let’s give it a rest. it’s hard to say no to venom for too long though, and once the intimidation wears off.. if you’re not home to fuck them, don’t 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 can’t 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 he’ll let you off the hook at the drop of a hat but is absolutely ruthless towards eddie—only 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. eddie’s really good at bullshitting, so he’ll do this thing where he’ll jerk you off while talking about something completely irrelevant but he’ll change his speed often, and when he notices you getting distracted he tries to get you to repeat what he said; he’ll 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 you’re 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 doesn’t 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 you’re at home, venom will do this in front of you so eddie’s squirming grabs your attention. and then venom tries to act like he’s not doing anything when he very clearly was doing everything. venom will do the same with you, but he usually does it while eddie’s sleeping. he half does it because he likes seeing you get a little frustrated, but he also does it because he’s honestly hoping you’ll 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, he’ll still try to rub it in eddie’s face as if he didn’t agree to it. eddie tries to be the mature one but he’s got his payback ready in mind. 

when they’re working together is when you’re 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. he’s 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, you’ll miss when all they did was bicker and fight for their turn. 

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

eddie can be a little loud sometimes, but he’s actually considerate of his surroundings. unlike venom, eddie always tries to be quiet for the sake of his neighbors. eddie’s a bit more physically verbal; he’ll 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 he’ll let out one last moan or exhausted groan. venom likes to do anything he can to surprise eddie so he’ll pick up volume (especially if there’s a neighbor that venom doesn’t like), like slithering inside him beside your cock to fill eddie up even more; it works, though not in eddie’s favor—your neighbors have many, many unanswered questions. if eddie’s not biting back moans, he might be mumbling under his breath. sometimes it’s half-assed responses to whatever venom is saying in his head, and sometimes it’s just genuine declarations of love that his brain can’t help but just say aloud. 

venom talks mostly in eddie’s head, so to eddie, yeah he’s loud as shit and venom knows it. he’s very verbal in the form of yapping since he doesn’t necessarily moan or make sounds of pleasure unless eddie does, and his volume doesn’t really pick up either. while eddie is very easily brought to incoherent mumbling the longer you fuck him, venom’s yapping doesn’t falter much. he will keep talking and talking, and if you want him to stop he’ll simply just talk in eddie’s 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. 

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 isn’t genuinely mean, you have to shush him or else he just won’t stop. he enjoys anything that involves getting something good that eddie isn’t also receiving, so you’ll kind of be venom’s plaything for a little bit as he does whatever he wants with you to make eddie writhe in desperation. often, you’ll be in the midst of their back-and-forths as they each try to get control, and it’s just a matter of who will be the one milking your cock dry before the other wants their rightful turn. 

eddie shares the sentiment, but he really likes the power dynamic of being able to have some leverage over venom. physically, he can’t win. but at the end of the day it’s eddie’s body and venom inevitably has to listen to him, so eddie can just keep him at bay while you fuck him, and though venom’s 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 doesn’t last long, having the upper hand feels really good.

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

eddie’s got some stomach pudge that he’s 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 doesn’t really like the feeling of body hair and that was their way of compromising—he’s got a couple of bald spots on his thighs caused by a lot of friction from his jeans which become some of venom’s 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 anne’s cat once scratched him really badly; it’s very faint, but still visible. you’ll find that eddie’s pussy always feels a little tight around your dick, even after hours of foreplay; it’s just how it is, but sometimes, venom will coat himself along eddie’s walls, like a fleshlight within eddie’s actual pussy. you’re not even fully aware of it half the time, so randomly, eddie will be an even tighter fit than normal—sometimes they don’t 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 you’d like. sometimes he doesn’t really need to be anything and he can just wrap himself around your cock. when venom’s completely taken over eddie’s body, he’s smooth and essentially flawless. normally he’s 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. they’ll 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 velvety—it’s 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 cock—sometimes he’ll even mimic yours, the only difference being the white veins that bulge around it. 

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

eddie’s sex drive isn’t 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, it’d be about a four? having a partner increases it to five, but typically his libido isn’t all that high. doesn’t mean he’ll reject you if you initiate sex though; he’ll most likely always say yes unless he needs to do something really important or time sensitive. even if he’s tired, the proposition wakes him up enough, and he doesn’t mind sleepy sex anyway. if you ever leave for days at a time because of work or family, that’ll be the unfortunate time eddie’s sex drive spikes. him and venom will miss you dearly and you’ll probably end up getting a lot of sexting attempts by venom who’s not quite yet mastered texting but is trying his absolute best to entice you to come home. eddie’s not actually all that bad at it himself; when he finds the confidence and doesn’t fear someone will see your phone messages, he’ll send you a simple text or two explaining how much he misses you. 

venom doesn’t reeaally have like, an actual sex drive, but he’s 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, he’s always horny, but he still kind of has to abide by the rules of eddie’s body, so even though he seems like he has unlimited energy and a super high libido, he does have his limits and eddie won’t 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 eddie’s 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 it’s a little bewildering how horny a creature with no sex drive can be. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

eddie’s prone to passing out right after. thanks to venom, he can get a sort of adrenal fatigue where he’ll 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 doesn’t fall asleep immediately after, it’s 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 doesn’t get enough sleep the previous night, he’s gonna be passed the hell out after sex. he’s a super deep sleeper at times too.

venom doesn’t sleep, though sometimes he may ‘pretend’ to be alongside you and eddie to kinda fit in, in which case he’ll only do that if you’re both asleep. otherwise venom’s 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 you’re 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 won’t let you guys free until you’ve woken up. 

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thought it’d 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 it’s vic lol. and i used @/the-coldest-goodbye 's template!

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

he’s the type that tries to strike up a conversation after, sometimes it’s awkward but it is genuinely kind of endearing. in a relationship with someone he’s actually interested in, he tries to check in on you without making it obvious that it’s what he’s 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 he’s tuckered out he’ll 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 he’ll 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 he’s gonna be a little too awkward for verbal confirmation. he’s also a huge fan of post-sex showers, which sometimes leads to another round but it’s always super relaxing. he likes sharing hair and body products.

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

he’s kind of into everything about him just due to him trying to cope with his insecurities by turning his self-consciousness into ego, but he’ll end up liking whatever it is you like about him. he’ll lean more into his human parts, his chest and arms and muscles, but if you’re really into his bat features and give those parts of him the most attention, he’ll 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 he’ll really like it if you’re 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. he’d 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; he’ll read a random reddit post of someone saying how much they like it when their partner cums on their face and it’ll be the only thing he wants to do for like five days. he’s easily influenced and almost anything and everything gets his mind running. he’s 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 can’t 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 he’s more than alright with that.

on you, victor likes it when his cum’s 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)

he’s kind of a voyeur. he wishes he had invisigal’s powers because his bat form doesn’t exactly help with subtlety. in his days before working for the sdn, he got off on watching people fuck and doing coke off each other’s stomachs or dicks—at least he didn’t need to hide himself then, being free to sit at a club as people got hot and heavy with each other until he’d sneak into the bathrooms behind them and listen to them fuck in the next stall over. now, it’s a lot harder to do that when he needs to actually make a good impression of himself, but if you were okay with it, he’ll totally settle for watching you touch yourself, whether it’s in a public setting where he can ‘sneakily’ 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. 

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

he’s good at hooking up and having quickies, but he’s not experienced when it comes to being in a relationship and actually having sex with someone who doesn’t just see him as an exotic piece of meat to scratch off their bingo card. he’s not used to being gently caressed and kissed, or taking things slow; undressing for the sake of appreciating the others’ body and less to just ogle. any way you fuck him, it’s going to feel different purely because you’re not just a quick fuck, you’re actually someone who loves and likes him. he knows how to give quick, mindless blow jobs and hand jobs, but he’s not so used to being eaten out slowly and methodically. 

you have to kind of teach him, with time, to get used to being in a relationship. when he’s anxiously pacing his kitchen because he’s 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 you’ll be waiting for him. he’s going to be someone who cums really early, because that’s what he’s used to—it’s 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 he’s developed from years of hook-ups that more often than not happened while under the influence.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

victor’s cool with anything, and doesn’t 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 doesn’t mind being bent over your couch or kitchen counters if you don’t have the patience to drag him into your bed. sometimes if the sex is very intimate and sweet, he’ll get a bit embarrassed, so he likes not having you see his face since it’s very obvious when he’s becoming bashful or shy. it’s not really a position, but he also really likes shower sex—it 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 him—not only does it let you deeply fuck him, but you can also easily keep his legs held open. he’ll squirm a lot but only because it feels so good.

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

victor’s humor is a little drier so he’s 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 doesn’t ruin the moment for victor, unless you’re like, constantly making jokes, then he won’t be bothered per se but he’s just not going to be listening if you’re fucking him well enough. if you’re poking fun at him he might get a little huffy but it’s not going to put him out of the mood too much. any jokes he makes will probably be saved for after you’re done. like maybe he’ll point out that the cum stain you left on his stomach kinda looks like a dick or something—those 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 doesn’t bother much with it. if you had a problem, he’d probably be motivated to do something about it. but for himself? he doesn’t care much. he’s 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 wouldn’t shave, but he would trim. there’s not much he can do about his actual fur, but he’d definitely trim his bush up a little. he’d do like three snips and call it a day because he’s too attached to his body hair. he loves his happy trail and arm hair so he’d be quietly hoping to god that you aren’t 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 he’s honestly such a sap. he won’t try to be ‘romantic’ unless you take that first step because he’s actually kind of afraid of rejection, but if you’re 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 he’s 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 won’t know what to do with himself. especially if you give him a lot of aftercare and make sure he’s doing okay, offering to huddle up close or eat a meal together, it’s like an arrow through his heart. he’ll have a difficult time doing it back because he’s kinda awkward about it, but in a relationship, victor falls really hard, so even though he may act a little weird it’s just because he wants to be all sweet and lovey-dovey with you back but it’s still something he’s learning to do. he’s better at going about it after sex, like cooking you a meal or getting you a dessert you like. but in the moment, he’s kinda freezing up and stumbling over himself because he’s 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. he’d prefer sex with you of course, but he’s also got no problem with handling his problems on his own. he’s easily motivated and could literally jerk off to a text message you send, so you shouldn’t worry about leaving him to tend to himself even when he’s whining about it. he’s 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, he’ll just do it. he doesn’t really do it for fun, but sometimes if he’s completely fucking bored and has nothing else to do, he’ll 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 he’s also alright with having his ankles bound like, to the end of your bed or something. he’s also cool with being blindfolded or gagged, but those can sometimes get him way too overstimulated. 

he’d 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 he’s either getting up to go eat because he’s fucking starving or he’s accidentally passing out asleep right then and there. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

there’s not a lot of places he wouldn’t have sex, and again, doesn’t particularly have any favorites. he’s fine if it’s somewhere cozy, in your bed or on your couch, and he doesn’t mind being pressed against hard concrete or dirt and grass (though he’ll be kind of annoyed if it gets his clothes dirty). if he had to choose a favorite, it’d probably be anywhere in your home because he likes your scent and likes being around you, and he’s 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 rain—it 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 people’s places lol? hotel rooms are fun, but if he had the opportunity to fuck in robert’s bathroom or in flambae’s bed, he’d do it. he finds it funny to piss them off and he doesn’t 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 he’s head over heels. he’s also very motivated by words, but honestly it doesn’t matter what you say, just you talking is enough to turn him on. you could literally be reading off a grocery list and he’ll be on the verge of shoving his hand down his pants. it’s like that one scene in sex education with the two teachers learning ‘dirty’ talk after realizing that you didn’t 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. he’s also just very receptive to praise and will absolutely hang on to your every word once you start talking about how good he’s doing. 

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

there’s not a whole lot he wouldn’t do honestly. i think one thing he wouldn’t 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, he’ll probably be down for it—but if it gets to a point where you begin pushing him away for other people, trying to stretch his boundaries and seeing how far he’ll go in a way that is just manipulating his trust, he’ll 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 won’t 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. 

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

he loves receiving it. he doesn’t care where he is, if you offer it, he’s gonna try his absolute best to be available to take it. he’s more than happy to sit back and relax as you eat him out for however long you fucking want. he’s great at receiving it; he’s a little whiny and he’ll buck his hips up every now and then, but he’ll stay still if you really want him to and only wraps his legs around your head when he’s getting overstimulated. you can sit him on your face but he honestly does better laying back. 

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 he’s 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, you’ll 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). 

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

it can really depend. since he naturally leans into a submissive role, you’ll probably be controlling the pace. if he’s trying to dominate, or he’s the one that initiated sex, at first he’s 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 he’s too horny to care, but you can slow him down and encourage him to take his time. he can get whiny because he’s impatient, but he’ll listen to you. he’s 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 can’t 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. he’s 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.)

he’s more than alright with them. it’s what he’s used to anyway, he doesn’t 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, he’s cool with that too. he’ll get really antsy and worked up but he’s completely on board. sometimes he just needs a long, good night with you. he loves the attention you give him so it’s a win-win either way. there’s 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.)

he’s sorta a ‘i’ll do anything once’ kinda guy, though, with some hesitancy. pre-sdn victor’s 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 he’s not gonna say no. he’ll happily have sex in the showers at the sdn building, maybe even get a little handsy in the breakroom (though nothing too crazy, he doesn’t wanna lose his job). he’ll fuck in alley ways and let you grope him in clubs and bars. he’ll wear a collar in public with your name on it, he’s 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? he’s doing it. 

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 it’s really something he has to get used to. he can cum very quickly, but he’s not opposed to being overstimulated so he’s alright with back-to-back rounds so long as you give him a little bit of time between them. he’s very interested in you, so he really doesn’t want to stop at just one or two… but he’s getting older, y’know? cut him some slack. he’s happy to jerk you off or go down on you to let his pussy rest at least. he’s got the stamina to let you fuck his cunt for how ever many rounds you need, but so long as you don’t touch his clit, all is well—once you start stimulating his clit, that’s when his stamina begins to teeter. not only will he not last long, but he’s gotta tap out for a bit. he’ll be begging you to touch him only for him to start backing out once he realizes he’s not going to be able to hold out. he tries to be like nooo no it’s fine i can totally go again, but you can just see it in the way he’s breathing and the way he’s trying to close his legs that he’s kind of out of commission. poor thing won’t last long unless you edge him, but that’ll get him really vocal and whiny so you’ll 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. he’s 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, he’s getting aaalll the toys they have designed after your persona). he really likes vibrators too, and isn’t afraid to double up on toys with a dildo inside him and a vibrator on his clit. he’ll use a vibrator on your dick too, if you want. he’s not afraid of a little experimenting, so if you had any toys you wanted to bring in, he’d be totally on board, like literally knock yourself out. he will gladly let you test out new toys on him. he’s the type of guy to get whatever dumb sex toy is trending and pretend like he’s just in on the joke even when he’s unironically cumming and shaking from a rose toy on his clit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

victor can’t tease you because he’s way too impatient for it. he’ll throw in the towel so fast. he just can’t 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, he’d try to tell you made-up stories of how he could go for hours but he’s all bark and no bite. he’s not even very good at teasing honestly, but he is very fun to tease. it’s definitely something that gets him going—if you tie his hands up and don’t allow him to touch himself, he gets very worked up and will go from “i am not begging” to absolutely pleading for you and trying to bargain his way out. he claims to hate it but he’s honestly so submissive at heart that he can’t help but love it. he can sometimes accidentally tease you like if you’re fucking him and he gets a phone call, even though vic is pretty horny, he’ll probably stop you so he can answer the call and sometimes the calls can go on for a while—while you do easily grab his attention, his attention can also be stolen very quickly. it’s ironic because if you were to do the same to him, he’d 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 you’re actually fucking him. a lot of it is nonsense, just him rambling and trying to ground himself, and sometimes he’s trying to very sloppily convey what he wants, whether he’s asking you to fuck him harder or asking you to touch him another way. in actual volume he’s not very loud when he moans, but when he’s rambling it’s either at a normal talking volume (when it can actually be kind of awkward if you’re fucking somewhere less private and don’t want any heads turning your way) or it’s at that ‘when people who can’t whisper try to whisper’ kinda volume. he can’t be completely quiet but he’s not that loud either. you can maybe get him to shut up if you fuck him hard enough, but you shouldn’t bet on it. 

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

he’s fantasized about fucking every member of the z-team at least once—if 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 they’re the ones he could find himself easily submitting to the most. sometimes when they’d 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). 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s 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. he’s got some muscles from working out, but he’s bad at not snacking throughout the week so he’s developed a little bit of thickness to his thighs which makes up for the fact his ass is kinda flat. he’s 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 aren’t going to be seen by others, he still likes seeing his stomach and chest littered with them even if he can’t show them off. for some reason i feel like he’d 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. 

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. he’s very easily influenced by you; send him pictures of yourself or send him messages with even the littlest bit of sexual undertone and he’s rushing to the sdn restroom and desperately asking for more. whenever you’re down to fuck, he is too. there’s a phase he gets into at some point in your relationship where he’s worried about scaring you off and doesn’t 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 you’re still awake with him, you might be getting woken up by a ‘distressed’ victor who claims he just seriously needs your help with a huge, real problem—that 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 he’s 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. he’s a heavy sleeper at times so unless you want him to miss work, it’s 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 he’s gonna use that as motivation to wake up and start his day. after he has coffee, you can fuck.

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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.

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i’m 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 you’d forgotten yourself. he doesn’t just nod his head along, humming every now and then to pretend to be part of the conversation as he zones out—you think it’s what he’s doing, when he’s intently scraping the bottom of his pint of rocky road as you rant in the background. you’re never really expecting him to pay it much mind, and you don’t necessarily expect him to anyway, so it surprises you when weeks, sometimes even months after, robert will bring something up. he’ll 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. he’ll try to replace anything broken or misplaced in your home, even when it’s something simple or insignificant. and when there’s nothing to divert robert’s 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 wouldn’t look into your eyes with such sincerity because then it would make revealing certain things a little less embarrassing. however you’re glad that robert is so understanding; you’re not sure you could handle facing him again with how many times you stuttered over your words when you’d look back up from your hands in your lap to his deep, brown eyes that studied your face with a practiced intensity. 

robert is more than intrigued to find you’re a virgin. he can’t really talk (not that he was going to anyway), considering before he started dating you he hadn’t 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 didn’t bring up the topic much afterwards, which you also had expected. you might have even forgotten you’d even had the conversation if you didn’t sometimes find yourself accidentally staring a bit too hard at his backside each and every time he’d pull on a pair of sweatpants in the mornings you spent together. you prayed to god he didn’t feel your eyes boring into him when you’d stare at his ass as he bent down to pour food into beef’s 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 you’d finally bite the bullet and put an end to your pathetic ogling and actually show robert just how much you wanted him—lucky 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 wasn’t 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 that’d 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. 

you didn’t want to make it so obvious you were trying to be romantic, but robert wasn’t totally opposed to a few cliche gestures every now and then, even when at dinner you’d almost knocked over your drink trying to reach across the table to hold his hand—he 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 wasn’t pounding in your ears the whole time, you’d 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 hadn’t 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 you’d never seen before, though you assumed it had to have been new because while all of robert’s other shirts were frayed and sometimes littered with holes, either from years of wear or from beef’s 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 perfectly—you’re pretty sure he had caught you staring, and not only once but twice if that little glint in his eyes meant anything.

beef wasn’t 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, don’t even ask. thankfully the couch was covered with a thin blanket he had begrudgingly bought for himself after you’d 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 robert’s apartment was, it’d be nice to have after the two of you were done. 

he had to be the first to sit down before you worked up the courage to sit beside him. 

his voice was nothing but tender when he spoke, “we don’t have to do this, you know.” but you did want to, and so badly. robert had no idea how much you wanted him. 

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, “do you want this?” 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 didn’t think so himself. you didn’t know him back when he was properly mecha-man, but you assume he’d lost a bit of muscle, maybe gained a little weight, but you still found him jaw-droppingly gorgeous. he doesn’t 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 it’s 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 he’s 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. 

he doesn’t expect the way you look down at him once you take off his jeans. you don’t 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 wasn’t far from the truth anyway, though that was something you wanted to save for after you were at least a little experienced with robert’s body).

robert’s 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.

you’re too distracted to see the annoyingly smug look on robert’s 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 hadn’t 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 can’t 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. “my jeans—front pocket,” 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. “the condom.”

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 robert’s 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.

it’s 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. he’s more than grateful to be on his back because in any other position, robert’s not too sure he’d 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 he’s fully adjusted to your size, knocking the wind out of him. you can’t stop yourself, hooked on the way his pussy stretches around your cock, his walls pulsing with need. and to his disbelief, you’re not even all the way in yet, and still robert can feel his head starting to spin. he’s nowhere near finished, but your head’s falling to the crook of his neck and you’re 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. 

you’re not sure how long it’s 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 you’d 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.

“i’ll admit, i’m a little impressed.”

you’re not entirely sure if you should be mortified or just grateful, but robert doesn’t leave you any room to think on it before he’s 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 robert’s 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 you’re fucking him, you’re unintentionally hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. he moans, his head thrown back. even when you readjust your position and you’re 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 haven’t 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.

“good, good.. you’re doing—” 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. “you’re doing so good,”

your hips sloppily snap against his and robert’s 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 you’re both suddenly going still. you pull him forward by the waist and raise your head, watching as a broken moan rips from robert’s 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 he’s 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 he’s still catching his breath, he lets you kiss him until he’s gasping for air. 

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 he’s trying to soothe you.

taking in the sound of each other’s breathing, robert huffs to himself before he clears his throat, inclined to fill the silence. “not so bad for your first time,” 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. 

the next morning, robert wakes before you do. he’s 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. “hey,”

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. “i don’t suppose you have some time to spare before you go to work?” you’re anything but subtle, and it makes him laugh. 

he shakes his head like he’s questioning why he bothers entertaining you and slides off the couch, leaning down to place a gentle, warm kiss on your forehead. “try not to make a mess of my apartment while i'm gone,”

you bite back a comment, letting him leave without another word. he gives you a toothy smile at the doorway before he’s off, leaving you, naked and alone, on his couch—at 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, you’ll have fresh, clean blankets you can just get dirty again by the end of the night. 

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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 isn’t 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 kieran’s 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, it’s just something i find kinda cute for whatever reason. 

so i imagine like, an omega micah bell with an omega mate. he’s 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 he’s 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, it’s all “snivelin’ little omegas shouldn’t be poking their noses ‘round where it don’t belong” when any omegas in camp get curious, especially you, who he fights tooth and nail to wither under his boot. he’s 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, you’d 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, you’ve had enough—you 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. micah’s breathing becomes heavy as he licks his lips, his hands curling into fists beside him. before you can question it, he’s got you pinned to the floor. his hat’s 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 you’re pulled into a rough kiss, where micah’s 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; there’s no arguing, no little quips or comments he pretends were meant to be whispered under his breath. it’s dead silence between you two, only because there’s 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. it’s a bit pathetic the way he does it, now that you know—a beta? that’s 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. 

“omega,” 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 cat’s out of the bag. there’s still a distaste in the way he looks at you, like he regrets not smothering you in the dirt when he had the chance. 

against your better judgement, you return the name, and there’s 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 hat—oh, 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 he’s ever even bothered to catch the scent of any other omega that wasn’t 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 you’ve never seen on him before—alphas have looked your way before, sometimes with nothing but disdain and pure disgust, like they’d regretted allowing you to be in their presence, and sometimes you’ve 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.

micah’s expression, as his pearly blue eyes bore into yours, a canine poking from his dry, bruised lips, looks like an almost perfect combination of both—that burning desire in his eyes looks tired, like he’s 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 he’s always wanted. you’ve always noticed micah’s resilience, his somewhat pitiful inability to never back down even when that stubbornness comes back to bite him; but it’s only now you’ve 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 differently—your teeth bump together where he growls into your mouth. skin breaks, but you’re not sure which one of you is bleeding. the tension is high, but undisturbed. you taste tobacco and blood, and you feel like you’re going to pass out from the lack of air. when you pull away, you can faintly smell the way your scents linger together. micah’s 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. 

micah doesn’t 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 submission—he hates it, how an omega’s scent (or anyone’s for that matter) can cause him to fall under so easily; it’s not natural, how often he become dizzy just from your scent alone. he’s not supposed to be as pathetic as every other omega out there, and yet he doesn’t push you away when you nudge your nose into his neck, giving him comforting kisses as he struggles to take your cock. he’s never let anyone get this close; he’s long since pushed down the desire for an alpha (and their knot), and he’d swore to never let himself be this pathetic, taking cock just like an omega’s expected to. but he couldn’t stop himself from letting his legs fall open, and even as he watched you take your time with him, undressing so slowly that micah couldn’t fight back a growl, he never once thought about stopping you. 

he’s positive that your cock is nothing like an alpha’s; no, he wouldn’t know for sure, but he wants to imagine that, at the very least, you’re as pathetic as he is—your cock stretches him out, even though it shouldn’t. you lack a knot, but it doesn’t 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 he’d 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 back—it burns. surely, he drew blood; it surprises you, and you gasp. you don’t break skin, but your teeth graze micah’s neck. for a moment, he thinks you’re going to bite him, and to his humiliation, he convulses around your cock. and with a groan, he cums. 

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 hair’s a total mess, and his beard is wet with his own spit. his face is still flushed, but the burn grows as he growls. “quit treatin’ me like i’m yer—” 

“like you’re my what?” and now he can’t 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 he’s 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 it—you’re his omega, just as much as he is yours. it’s not the typical way of claiming a mate, but micah’s never been one to follow the rules. 

“yer stuck with me now, omega,” 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 he’s bitten you nights before. he shares a similar mark, though you notice it’s started to fade—tomorrow night, you think. micah won’t be opposed to spending the whole day with you in your nest. he’s needy like that. 

the gang’s more than intrigued by your bond, and most are even doubtful, but micah’s growl is practiced; even the alphas skitter, hands raised defensively. people catch on quick—micah bell’s mate is taken. and when you do the same, growling with a ferocity he’s 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. 

also thinking about an alpha reader with an alpha kieran, first meeting when he’s brought into camp and tied up. he stays clear of you when he’s improperly situated at camp, only speaking to you when he finds you’re 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, “you don’t look much like an alpha.” and he’s rendered speechless, completely caught by surprise. he sputters, and even though it’s certainly not the first time he’s 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 he’s forced to storm away, haunted by the sound of your mocking laughter.

you know he’s avoiding you, which is why you try to insert yourself into his space every chance you get. when he’s grooming the horses, you’re 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 camp’s stew pot, trying to discreetly grab himself a bowl, you’re there to hand him yours with a boisterous, “here, have mine, kieran.” he’ll stumble over himself and you’ll 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 he’ll 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 you—you don’t exactly.. terrorize him. you don’t 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 don’t even say much to him. it’s 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, you’re not mated, and with all the time he has to observe and study the camp and its members, you don’t seem to really pay much attention to the omegas either. briefly, kieran wonders if you somehow think he’s an omega, despite the fact you’ve claimed to know otherwise, and that’s 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. 

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 he’s 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 kieran’s face.

“i know you’re an alpha.” you scoff, “i’m not an idiot.” suddenly, you push yourself off the tree, propelling yourself towards kieran. it has him stumbling back in surprise until he’s 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 breathing’s gotten, he’s sure you can feel his, too. you give that same toothy smirk that makes kieran’s heart pick up speed in irritation. your eyes dart from his heaving chest to his flushed cheeks before you give a short laugh. “look at you,” kieran wishes he had the dignity to spare himself the humiliation and walk away. “got yourself all worked up for nothin’,” you click your tongue like you’re 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, “i… i…you—!” 

“hush,” 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. “there you go, that’s a good alpha. now, how about—” against his better judgement, kieran’s arm swings upwards, his closed fist striking you right across your face. you lose balance for a moment, but you don’t 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. “i-i’m sorry! look, i-i was just—” 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. 

“now that’s enough.” 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 doesn’t see the way you watch him walk away, holding your bruised cheek in your palm with a look of total endearment. and luckily, he couldn’t hear the sound of your heart racing in exhilaration. 

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 he’s not looking. but you watch from afar, hiding in the shadows and only staring at him from under your hat. he’s too used to constantly being on guard to ignore it, so it becomes just another thing he has to worry about, when you’ll strike. he’s seen the way the other alphas at camp act when they’re angry, when someone makes them feel like a fool. he tries to shake off his worry; he’s an alpha, he shouldn’t have to be so afraid. what’s the worst that can happen? oh, kieran knows—he thought colm was bad, and colm was just a beta. not that you’ve done anything to remind him of colm anyway, but he’s not sure he’s ready to experience the wrath of an angry alpha who’s backed by people who proudly hate him and want him dead—but what do you think? you don’t call him an o’driscoll 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 he’s not so sure. 

the next time you speak, it’s when kieran seeks you out. it’s nighttime unfortunately, though that wasn’t intentional. you were out of camp all day, and though kieran should really know better than to disturb an alpha while they’re eating, especially one that’s 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 you’d 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 doesn’t need to know that you’re not upset, or at least not until after he’s 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 doesn’t look like an alpha, certainly doesn’t 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, “i ain’t an omega!” with his shaky hands and his sorry speech that sounded like he’d practiced it with his horse, truly, you’d have thought he was an omega, if not also for the way he smelled—and damn, did he smell good. 

“—you ain’t even gonna say nothin’?” 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 you’re 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. 

you take off your hat, setting it beside you, opposite of kieran. you put a spoonful of stew into your mouth and just eat. kieran’s 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. “you smell good,” 

“w-wh-what?” he reels back in shock, his face blooming with a furious red. “what’re you talkin’ about? i—please,” he shakes his head with exasperation, burying his face in his hands. “i don’t understand you. i just don’t.” but beside himself, he laughs, shaking his head once more when he looks up to find a smile on your face.

kieran’s not really sure how it happened, or why he’s letting it happen, but you continue to trail after him, watching him work and sometimes hovering directly over his shoulder. he told you he doesn’t 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 he’d 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. 

—your horse doesn’t like apples? (i know! he’s just strange like that, i guess!)

you’ll go fishing with kieran, watching as he proudly presents the fish he catches with a rare, confident smile. sometimes, you’ll pretend to fumble with the hook, making kieran gently take it from between your fingers, allowing your skin to brush. he’ll bait the hook for you, “aaand just like that, you see?” 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. 

more often than not now, kieran finds himself in your arms. he’s never pictured himself quite in this way, wound up in another alpha’s 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. “not so scary now, are you, alpha?” you simply sigh, taking in the sound of your timid alpha humming a broken tune as you bask in his warm embrace. 

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 doesn’t completely get what’s going on because of their lack of smell and heats/ruts, they’re still trying to understand and help, i just think that’s interesting. 

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 you’ve 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 don’t aim straight and the meat’s spoiled far sooner than you’d like. you don’t 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. 

and charles will always take care of you, even through your ruts. even when you’re 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 who’s 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 can’t 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 he’ll ride you until you finally pop your knot, locking him in place on your cock. he’ll lean down to kiss you, making sure you’re awake and aware. charles is always so patient with you, even when you still scramble to give him another knot after the first one’s 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 won’t ever shame you for your instincts. he lets you knot and fill him as many times as you need to until you’re satisfied; the knots are not something he particularly craves, and certainly not something he needs, but the pleasure he’s able to give you is what truly satisfies him. he might point out the mess you made with a click of his tongue, but it’s with a small, fond smile. charles’ scent, though dim, reminds you of waking up to the smell of morning dew or to a drizzle of rain—it 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 charles’ 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. 

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 he’s working on his arrows and doesn’t mind the conversation, but it’s only until you step in that the omegas are shooed off with stifled giggles and whistles left in their wake.

—uh oh, big, strong alpha’s here, guess we’ll be off then.. (wouldn’t wanna disturb their mate!)

but even when it’s a beta, it’s charles first; though quiet and discreet, he’s considered a friend, and while it’s a surprise to find a mated beta (though not really among them), especially one to an alpha, charles isn’t treated differently, not in the way he expects. instead of being shot sneers and jealous looks behind his back, he’s 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 was—uncle, sean, and arthur are more often than not the culprits, making sure to throw out a cheeky, “sure yer mate knows where yer runnin’ off to?” when he’s readying taima for a hunt. from anyone else, it would put a bad taste in charles’ mouth and he would not be so generous with his patience. from his friends, from people he might even consider his pack, maybe they’re not so bad. especially when you’re 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. 

i like the idea of people in the a/b/o verses having unique scents, so here’s what i’d 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. (arthur’s scent is a favorite at camp, and also makes him very popular with omegas or alphas)

charles’ scent is not very strong, but it’s very recognizable. it smells like mildew and rain with a smokey undertone; there’s a very faint smell reminiscent of vinegar and cinnamon. (charles’ scent is also a favorite, but since it’s not very strong, only his trusted companions really get the full package of his scent)

micah’s scent, when not covered up, smells strongly of gunpowder and iron. there’s a very tiny hint of something sweet underneath, reminiscent of fresh peaches (which he claims is not part of his scent).

john’s scent isn’t 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 other’s 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. there’s also a little hint of slightly soured milk and something like red currants. (kieran’s a bit embarrassed by his scent as he’s used to being terrorized over it by the o’driscolls)

javier’s 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)

sean’s natural scent, not to be confused with the smell of alcohol he bathes himself in, is actually very strong. it’s somewhat earthy and bitter. there’s 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 flies’ 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, there’s a bit of a honey undertone, making his scent sweeter. (he’s one of those people that try to keep his scent as covered up as possible, but with a trusted partner or friend he’s fine with letting them smell it)

and i don’t 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. there’s 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.

trelawny’s natural scent can be smelled over his cologne. it almost smells like a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, something a little rosy and floral. there’s a strong undertone reminiscent of hot cocoa and burnt toffee, making it a little bitter. 

colm’s scent is always covered up with cologne, but is naturally very tangy; it’s a little airy, like smelling freshly picked lemons from afar. it’s got a rusty undertone, and sometimes smells like ginger and burning wood.

grimshaw’s scent is bitter and dark. it’s fruity, but not sweet or overpowering. distantly, it smells like fermenting grape juice. 

abigail smells like comfort and home, like freshly washed laundry that’s been hung out to dry in the sun. there’s something ashy, with a little hint of honey and earth.

molly’s 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. there’s 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. there’s a little bit of cinnamon to it when you get up close. 

tilly’s 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. there’s also some cinnamon to it, and something like glazed apples and caramel. it's already strong, but alcohol makes her scent even stronger.

sadie’s scent is woody, like a blazing campfire. she smells like a hard day’s work, when you come back home to hot tea on the stove. there’s a little hint of lemongrass and gunpowder to it as well.

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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.

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This food is so fucking good Lois /ref

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.

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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 work😭😭

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

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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 i’ve 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.

danny’s 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 danny—as jed, it’s a little different. he’s very attentive with his appearance, making sure that everything is as it should be—cutting his hair to the right length, shaving but leaving a little bit of stubble, wearing the perfect cologne that doesn’t 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 isn’t disappointed. he has his days, maybe where he’s pushed a haircut appointment to a later date and now it’s longer than it’s 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 down—sometimes 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 he’ll hide away pictures he keeps for his eyes only, just to peruse through them and admire himself at his best.

danny usually binds. he doesn’t have the largest breasts, really just as average as you can get, but still. to uphold his image he binds, even as ghostface. he’s very confident as jed, getting a little kick out of seeing himself in the office’s bathroom mirror, but even through the confidence, sometimes he’ll slip. he’ll bind for much longer than he’s supposed to, insisting that, though he’d be fine without it, it doesn’t hurt to keep the bindings on for a little longer. he’ll try to convince himself it’s totally okay that he’s binding his chest so tightly that his breathing’s labored because he’s stuck not wanting to admit he’s 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. he’s 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 won’t admit he has. 

periods are a bit odd for danny. he both keeps perfect track of them and at the same time tries to block them out. they’re sort of the few ‘imperfections’ to his identity he’s spent so long mastering. i think that there’s a time where danny has a lot of denial about himself and being trans, but it’s something that eventually he’s able to conquer and accept. he doesn’t 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. he’ll use ‘stomach pains’ as an excuse to take time off work so that he can pay the proper attention to the potential victim(s) he’s 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 he’s delirious. sometimes the exhaustion stops him from doing anything too vigorous, and he doesn’t want to ruin a good, perfect kill with any stumbles he may experience. he’s okay with spending a day or two just on the couch, doing his research. even with a partner he’s hesitant to let his walls down, but with some coercion he’s 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 wasn’t already possessive of you, he’ll keep you in bed with him for days if he can help it.

frank’s 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. he’s 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 he’s rougher on survivors, using all of his strength to cut down their back and stomachs. he’ll 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. he’s very easy to read and it’s especially obvious when he’s 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 he’s also a guy that sees every little physical ‘flaw’ as a threat.

outside the realm he’s just about the same—he’ll 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 aren’t 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. he’ll 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) he’d take testosterone. he’d need someone to teach him how to properly go about using it because god knows he wouldn’t do any research. it doesn’t make all his dysphoria go away, but it does bring him some inner peace he won’t admit to anyone out loud. it also makes him really horny and he’ll only really be satisfied with you helping out. also, if he could, he’d get bottom surgery and honestly just like a typical man, having a dick goes straight to his head and he’d 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. he’d 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 doesn’t 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 you’ve been together either as friends or in a relationship long enough, he won’t bind at all with you. he’ll even go shirtless if he’s hanging with the other legion members just because he’s comfortable enough and doesn’t feel like he has anything to prove (to a certain extent). he likes showing off his muscles and tattoos so it’s 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 he’s able to distract himself. also, he doesn’t 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. 

frank takes pain as a test of his strength and perseverance. he either won’t admit he’s cramping or he will be like “yeah it hurts a little bit, i guess..” where in reality he wants to fold so badly but won’t 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 it’s never something he outright asks for. he won’t 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. you’ll basically just have to get the hint if you ever want him to be truly comfortable. frank is always moody, but he’s especially moody on his period. he’ll snap at you for every little thing—if you’re even slightly in his way, he’s mad at you. if you have long hair that’s even barely touching his arm when he’s trying to sleep, he’s mad at you, if you’re taking a shower a millisecond before he decided he was going to, he’s 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 can’t stand the idea and he’ll get mad at you if you question it. you’d think it would be better to give him space during his period, but just know, even when he’s subconsciously pushing you and his friends away, if he notices you’re deliberately avoiding him? he’s mad at you. he doesn’t exactly make things easy. 

joey’s an interesting one. out of everyone on this list, he’s the least dysphoric by a mile; he feels little to none of it. he’s 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. he’s calmer than frank about it, but admittedly he can get a little in over his head during trials if he’s 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, he’s almost always with the other legion members so it’s easy to have the silence filled. when joey is on his own is when things get a little difficult. it’s harder to deter his mind from certain things when it’s all he can really think about. he doesn’t 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 he’ll have his head ducked. but eventually he kind of snaps out of it, and he’s back to his usual self. he is also somewhat guilty of the “boys shouldn’t be feeling this way” mentality, but he’s a lot more self aware than frank is by a long shot, and after some time suffering in silence, he’ll seek out emotional comfort from your or his friends (though out of the legion, susie is the most understanding). 

joey honestly can’t be bothered to bind half the time. he’s somewhat flat chested, and even then he typically likes wearing layers and baggy clothes as part of his style anyway so he doesn’t see the point. his breasts are more of a nuisance than anything, so binding does help to keep them in place when he’s running across the entirety of azarov’s or in hot pursuit from a neighborhood cop or something, which is very similar to frank except joey doesn’t feel like breasts take anything away from his identity. joey is very much a ‘go with the flow’ kind of guy; whatever happens, he’ll cross the bridge and just go along with it. he’s 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. he’ll 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 he’s 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 he’s in full control again. 

joey’s periods are usually very consistent. it’s the same thing every time. the first two days, nothing but cramps and typical bleeding. day three, no cramps, but his legs ache and he’s too unmotivated to do anything but sit around and watch what’s on tv. after that, it’s 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 he’s cramping, sometimes he’ll smoke weed instead of taking pain killers. usually he does this with frank, but then frank thinks it’s a little too intimate to smoke together while they’re 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? he’s 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 he’s got to keep up some kind of rebellious streak, it’s just in his nature. he’ll 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 he’ll fall in love with you all over again. 

renato feels a LOT of dysphoria. they happen unexpectedly in large bursts so he’s 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 sister’s a model yes, but she definitely wasn’t 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. he’s always been a little awkward and self-conscious, but it’s still hard for him to not feel like there’s something he’s 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. 

renato only started binding a little later in life. he’s 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. he’ll notice things he hadn’t before, like the muscles of his arms and even the sort of charming way he stands. he’s almost a completely different person, but a very happy one. if he got top surgery, he’d absolutely love showing off his scars. 

all his confidence is gone the minute his period starts. even doing research about periods and his body’s 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 he’d 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 doesn’t have mood swings because he’s 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 it’s 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 he’s 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, there’s too much noise and too many things he’s sick of hearing the other survivors talking about. only with you is he truly calm, unless you tease him; then he’ll get upset and avoid you for a little bit, so just be nice and sweet with him and he’ll be as happy as someone can be while on their period.

jake’s kind of an odd one. he’s got some sort of complex, so dysphoria is really just a nuisance more than anything. it’s not that he’s 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; he’ll snap at you to leave him alone, but after giving him some space it’s best to be there by his side or else he probably won’t come to you. he’s not easily convinced by words, but he is by certain actions. he lets you in when he realizes you won’t leave him be, and that’s when he’ll stubbornly let you give him comfort. jake’s dysphoria isn’t linked so much to his physical body. he’ll never EVER admit it, but some of his dysphoria is caused by the thought that he’s 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 he’s 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 he’s dysphoric he’s nowhere to be found. you can seek him out, and you’ll probably be the only person who knows where to find him, but depressions are staggering in the fog. still, there’s a flicker of hope when you kiss him. 

jake doesn’t feel the need to bind most of the time. he’s pretty flat chested, and his clothing of choice usually is enough to hide away anything visible. the only reason he’d bind is if he’s feeling like dysphoria might be creeping up on him, then naturally he feels like he needs to hide. he’s a little stubborn about binding; he feels like he doesn’t need it. sometimes he’ll 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 he’ll pretend it’s not related). when it comes to the topic of top surgery, it’s 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 doesn’t have to admit that the dysphoria ‘got to him’ or something. he doesn’t want to feel like he’s admitting defeat, it’s just how his brain works. he likes to solve problems, but anything he can’t actually see or touch is something he doesn’t want to deal with at all. 

of course, jake isn’t saying shit about his period. he gets cramps sometimes but they’re really not the worst thing ever. occasionally they can get bad, which in that case he’s 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. he’s 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 he’s going to probably humble you really bad. it will only annoy him further if you brush it off and keep talking. when jake’s on his cycle, it’s better to just sit in silence with him and give him some space. prepare a meal he likes and make sure he’s 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. jake’s kind of a certified ‘a way to a man's heart is through his stomach’ sort of guy. a good meal will certainly earn you a chaste kiss from him, as well as a rare, but intimate conversation. he’s particularly sensitive during this time, so say or do anything that upsets him and he’s 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.

leon’s dysphoria has lessened over the years. his early 20’s are when his dysphoria is most rampant. it’s when he’s 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 isn’t until his late 20’s 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 he’s blending in with the men in the room. leon’s dysphoria is something that mostly goes away with time. in his brain, people’s compliments and praises don’t mean much. however that doesn’t change the fact he noticeably preens at your compliments and praises. when you tell him he looks handsome, he can’t help the way his heart races or how he hangs on to your every word. it’s hard for him to doubt himself when you smother him with affection every passing moment. he’ll come to a point where any bad thoughts or feelings he has are snuffed out like a flame purely because you’re what drives him forward. an older leon deals with dysphoria by ignoring it and pushing it down. he’ll do job after job until he feels like he’s snuffed it out. it creeps back up on him eventually, but at the same time leon can’t be bothered to think about that sort of thing when there’s so much going on, in and out of the realm. 

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 won’t bother binding at home, especially if he’s 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. he’s not too bothered by their existence in a way where he doesn’t 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 he’s trying to do daily tasks or work, but in a weird way he doesn’t exactly hate them. leon’s the type to stand in the mirror and tighten his t-shirt just to see the way his breasts become framed. basically, they’re a guilty pleasure. and he certainly doesn’t miss the glances that come your way. he’s contemplated top surgery many times, but he’s 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 he’s on the fence, but either way he knows he won’t be any less loved by you. 

on his cycle, leon gets constant period cramps almost every other day like clockwork. he’ll 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 won’t 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 he’s craving to snack on and he might accidentally fall asleep in the tub. your knees will ache like crazy afterwards, but at least leon isn’t 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. he’ll wake up in the middle of the night to raid the fridge just to do it again once the sun starts to rise. you’ll be eating dinner together and see leon in the corner of your eye staring your plate down like a hawk, silently wondering if you’ll be willing to give him the rest of your meal. they’re habits he’ll never realize he has until you tell him, which he’ll be pretty embarrassed to find out. he’s the type to get obscure cravings, but they also end up being things he’ll 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. 

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

danny’s not exactly self-conscious; he’s used his looks to lure people in, he knows he’s 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, there’s no mistakes—usually, anyway. you’d be the first to see the cracks in his scripts. he never expects the spark of fire that ignites when your skin touches his. he’s 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 can’t 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 heart’s content because you know he likes your warm hands on his cool skin, dancing around his nipples until they’re threaded in his hair. only for you will he wear a specially picked out pair of panties beneath a pair of jeans that’s just a little too tight, hugging his curves and perfectly shaping his ass and thighs. he didn’t even mind it that much anyway, even when he discovers just how sensitive he is and how every little touch makes him feel like he’s 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. 

foreplay depends entirely on danny’s 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 ‘work’ to do. then other nights he’s too impatient to even get either of you fully undressed before he’s on your dick and already halfway to orgasm. either way, it’s a torturous experience for you. if he’s feeling sweet, he’ll make you think you’ve got the upper hand with your fingers inside him, but he’s never below you for too long. danny is very methodical with his foreplay. your very first time together is very informative for him, he’s hyper-aware of every little jolt and twitch you make in reaction to specific touches and words. by the end of it, he’ll know almost everything he needs to know, and unfortunately for you he’s 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, he’ll have you almost begging to take him one way or another. he’s not afraid to keep the foreplay up for a long time, he’s got the stamina and then some. sometimes foreplay consists of using you for his pleasure, which in that case he’s an expert in keeping you on the edge. he knows how to make you tick without making you cum. even so, danny isn’t completely heartless; he’ll always reward you with a mind-blowing orgasm. though just be warned, danny isn’t exactly a ‘one round only’ kind of guy.

danny is kind of all over the place. his mind runs a mile a minute, so you most likely aren’t going to stick to one position. if you’re having your first time together with jed, he’ll let you take him on his back where he can act accordingly as your obedient, submissive lover. he’ll appear a little nervous, trying to be smooth; he double-checks that you have a condom, and when you ask how he’s feeling he’ll play it cool, saying how he can take it just fine, but then he’s 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 you’ll sink your teeth into him and just bruise him up the way he wants you to. though he’ll continue holding onto you like you’re a lifeline, asking you to take him gently with half-lidded doe eyes. danny, however, is a little bit different. most likely he’ll want to be in your lap at first, you’re probably on his couch after you’ve just finished a horror movie and he’s gotten all jittery with excitement. he’s 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. you’ll either finish with him in your lap, or you’ll 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, you’ll have to earn. danny secretly likes being roughly fucked and used, but he at least wants to try to pretend like he doesn’t. he’ll 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. 

danny isn’t egregiously loud but he can be very talkative. usually he’s making comments to rile you up, or just talking mindlessly because he’s 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 he’s not biting down on his tongue. if you’re turned on by loud partners, danny will use that against you despite it all. he’ll let you hear him when he wants to drive you crazy, only moaning in your ear when he knows you’re getting close so that it makes you fuck him harder, but he tries not to overdo it. danny’s the type to be deliberately loud if he feels like someone might hear it. if you’re fucking him during a trial, he might moan your name out just to embarrass you. he’ll 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 they’ll hear everything. he has little to no shame, and if it gets you hot-faced it only spurs him on further. he’ll even make sure your bed frame is in a position to be noisy—it 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. he’ll beg no matter who he’s playing though. he’s not afraid to beg for your cum, though afterwards he’ll always spin it to make it seem like it was you begging and not the other way around, and somehow he’s so convincing that you almost believe it.

danny’s pussy was practically made for your cock and he’ll remind you of that often. he’s incredibly sensitive, oddly enough. he’ll twitch at the faintest touch to his clit but he’ll still last a long while; he’s trained himself to have pretty high stamina. much to danny’s dismay, there’s 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 there’s little to no stretch. it doesn’t 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, danny’s a meal ready-to-go at any time. bend him over, push his slacks to the side and just take him. he’ll squirm but it’s only to rock you deeper into him. even during your first time together you’ll be shocked at the way your cock perfectly slides into him. he’ll savor the slightest burn he feels just so he doesn’t 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 he’s 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. it’s just another thing to use against you, thank god. 

after your first round, danny’s 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, he’ll never push another round out of you, but if you’re calling it quits after just one fuck then don’t expect danny to fall asleep next to you, he’ll be wide awake for the next four hours at least. stay awake with him or not, he’s happy either way. (though if you don’t want him going out and making another headline then the better option may be to keep an eye on him). believe it or not, it’s possible to fuck danny so good that he cries. it’s nothing too crazy, but it’s not absurd to find a tear or two falling from his eyes after a good fuck. he responds very well to being edged, it’s 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 he’ll collapse and just kind of lay there for a second. typically he’ll take the sheets and clothes and put them in the wash because even though he loves being fucked and filled and everything else, he’s 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. he’ll get up after thirty minutes or so because he doesn’t like doing nothing for too long, but he’ll at least have some energy to take a shower, preferably with you. 

of course, danny’s into being bred and fucked, much more than you’d probably realize. it’s 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 he’s got a thing for baby trapping—not that you’d leave him, and not that he’d 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 he’s 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 doesn’t get off on you filling him up. 

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 he’s very inexperienced. he hasn’t 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. he’ll want to jump the gun to get it over with, but stop him and ease him into the intimacy by eating him out first. he’ll call you disgusting for it, but it’s just to hide his embarrassment. he’ll be the type to keep his shirt on the first few times you have sex despite the fact you’ve literally explored his insides. and he’ll also want the lights off. don’t bring it up and he’ll ease up eventually. frank’s 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 don’t be surprised if he accidentally scratches you with how hard he’s holding on to your biceps. after all the internalized shit passes by, frank becomes a lot more relaxed. he’ll 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. you’ll have to adapt to his habits, kissing him over his clothes and admiring his body with your hands. before you know it he’ll get so impatient he’ll be pushing your head to his chest so you can suck on his nipples. once you get frank out of that shell, it’s hard to remember a time where he wasn’t.

if you don’t call the shots, frank is going to want to skip the foreplay entirely. he’s impatient and he’s nervous about the intimacy that comes with the whole thing. (at least typical foreplay, the only type he’d 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 he’ll never learn that it’s 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. he’s so enamored watching you and taking in your touch that he’s 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 he’s 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 isn’t the type to explore himself when masturbating, he’s used to getting the job done asap). it’ll 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 ‘lame and girly’. 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 going—if you don’t 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 don’t drag the foreplay out too long.

your first time with frank may or may not be in a car. if he doesn’t just sneak you into his room one late night, then you’re doing it in the back of, preferably, your car. (and honestly, even in the fog you’ll probably be doing it somewhere at azarov’s 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 you’ve got, even when you get cramps from being cooped up in a tight spot. in his mind, he prefers being in a position where he’s 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. don’t bring it up or else he’ll literally never let you be the dom again, but he loves being on his stomach. it’s a rare occurrence, mostly done in the dark with the lights off. he doesn’t 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, he’s that sensitive.

he loves when a shirt he’s wearing rides up so you can slip your hands below him to catch his nipples between your fingers. even when he’s 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 he’ll buckle almost instantly when he’s riding you, letting you pull him down to mark up the front and side of his neck. he won’t even be mad at you if you start fucking up into him because he’ll cum too fast to care that you took his spot in control. though of course after he’s pissed, but mostly because he’s mad at himself for liking it so much. he insists that next time he’ll keep you pinned down and under his mercy, but it's a faulty promise. even rarer, he’ll sometimes let you take him on his back with his knees to his chest. most of the time he’ll hide his face under his arms or in your neck but it’s the same process, it makes him dizzy being fucked so effortlessly by you. even in the trials when he’s 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; he’ll spasm around your cock, and so long as the coast is clear he’ll pull you down to mouth at his bare neck and demand you to fuck him until he’s got barely enough energy left to get a kill or two by the end of the trial. 

despite what might’ve been said, frank’s a hard cookie to crack in terms of volume. usually he just gives some groans or heavy, shaky breathing, but he doesn’t moan unless he’s really feeling good. really, at the start the best you’ll get is some groaning and verbal volume, just whatever dirty talk that naturally falls from his mouth in the moment. it’ll take a while for him to get to a place where he’s comfortable even being too vocal, he’s used to sneaking into bedrooms or being pulled into nearby closets or empty cars, it’ll 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 he’s being submissive, which again, is somewhat of a rare feat. you won’t hear him moan until at least almost a year or two in your relationship but when you do, it’s 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 he’s 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 he’ll 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 won’t 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. you’ll be the first person to ever hear a moan from frank morrison; they’re reserved just for you. as long as you don’t bring it up he won’t either, and if you’re lucky and he’s 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 fuss—only because he loves you. 

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 he’s 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 can’t get a grip on himself. he’s embarrassed at how fast he’ll cum just from you touching him. curl your fingers in his cunt and blow on his neck and he’ll cum right there without a touch to his clit. he’s 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, he’s slick but not annoyingly so, and you fit just right inside of him. he’s tight in the perfect way and it’s 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. 

he’ll tease you if you get too distracted at the sight of him, but it’s really all to hide how flustered he gets at your attention. you’re so slow when you fuck him, so he has to remind you that he’s 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 can’t 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 he’s shaking and pulsating. and when his orgasm ripples through him, he can’t 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. he’s 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 that’s 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. 

aftercare only happens for real if you’re 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. he’s not the cuddling type, but he’s not against you throwing an arm around him and leaving some space between you else he’ll get really hot and push you off. it’s 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, he’ll take the opportunity to help himself to your warmth and comfort (even though you’re perfectly willing to give it) without the fear you’ll literally push him away, rejecting him. if you’re both awake and insistent on holding him, he’ll try to make it seem like he’s 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 it’s what he wants. sometimes he’ll fall asleep, but most of the time sex just gets his adrenaline pumping. he’s a night owl due to his rebellious hobbies, so it’s totally in his favor. if you’re someone who likes to sleep after sex, definitely don’t expect frank to drift off with you. he’ll probably stick around ‘till you fall asleep just for your sake, but if you’re not going with him, he’s just gonna dip and go smash car windows with his friends or something. it’s honestly a little embarrassing for him because his friends can definitely tell the difference between a recently fucked frank and a frank who’s simply just bored and wants to spend time with his friends. you’d really need to work him to get him tired after sex. it’s a fun little challenge figuring out what you need to do to get him exhausted. more than anything, it’s slow sex that will calm frank’s 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. he’ll lay his head on your chest if he’s reaaalllyy feeling lovey-dovey. aftercare with frank would be something special because you’d 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 he’s completely on board. he’s prepared, on the pill and, in his mind he insists he’s only doing this for you, despite the fact it does make him a little curious. and when you do have sex, he’s surprised at how natural it feels. he can feel everything, and afterwards he’s almost angry at himself for keeping the feeling away from him for so long. you don’t cum in him, however you do paint his stomach, and he’s surprised at how much the sight turns him on even in the short time before he’s wiping it off and running off to take a shower. he becomes even angrier with himself, because the next time you have sex it’s with a condom and he hates it. he can’t feel you the way he craves to and he can’t cum. it doesn’t feel right, something is missing and everything is distant like you’re so far apart despite your cock having just been sheathed inside him. the cheap rubber almost burns even though it didn’t used to before, and after an embarrassingly intimate conversation, your condom is off and your cock works back into his cunt that’s now so wet it just slides right in, making his head fall back with a shaky breath. 

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. you’re not going too fast or too hard but he already feels so close. you’re in the same boat, thrusting into him and meeting his hips until he feels you try to pull out, and then he’s locking his legs around you just for the moment to encourage you to cum inside. when you do, he feels light. he can’t 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. he’s never felt more vulnerable, and yet he also feels nothing at all. he can’t even look when you pull out, but his legs close in instinct to keep what’s 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, he’s seething and yet he’s 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 it’d just be a phase, he’d be back to normal in no time, engaging in safe, protected sex! just as his teachers and foster parents desperately taught him, but he’s the same. you cum into him and he can’t think straight. it’s 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 it—if your cock didn’t look so tempting he wouldn’t 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 he’d been dying to see, you promise the date will end back at your place, once again in your bed, with frank’s legs open and cum dripping from his cunt. it’s not exactly the typical definition of romantic, but frank is head over heels regardless. 

i like to think joey is honestly pretty chilled out. he has his insecurities and flaws, but overall he’s 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. he’s had just a little bit of experience, mostly out of hormonal urges, but he’s had enough to understand a bit of the ins and outs of himself. he doesn’t mind having sex with a light on, he doesn’t mind having his chest touched or even having his shirt off, he doesn’t care about who’s dominant and who’s submissive, he just wants sex to be fun and enjoyable. the longer he knows you, the more knowledge and power he has. he’ll 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 chest—he’s not super built, but he’s worked on his physique over the years and is very satisfied with where he’s at. he loves when you run your hands down his body as he rides you. he’s not super serious during sex, but if that’s a turn off he can definitely work around it and tone down some of his underlying humor. he’s very flexible—however you want him, he’ll do it. if you wanna just admire him and touch and kiss him, he’ll 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 he’ll 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 you’re 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. he’s not that shy the first time around, mostly just clouded with lust and love for you. he’ll memorize your body and know how to touch you in places you weren’t even aware you were sensitive at. he’s a little sensitive too, but it’s mostly just because he’s infatuated with you and anything you do makes him shake. 

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. he’ll nip and suck on your neck, leaving as many marks as you’ll 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 can’t help but want to keep his mouth on you for hours. you’ll have to pull him off you or else he won’t know when to quit. he doesn’t mind having the favor returned, but he prefers being fingered. he really enjoys when you’re sitting or laying side by side and you can gently finger him while he jerks you off. as good as he can be, he’s really bad about not making you cum too quick. if you don’t stop him you’ll 100% cum before you even get to the actual sex. of course, joey won’t mind. he likes having your cum on him, especially when it spills over his hand as he’s stroking you through your orgasm. maybe he does it on purpose, maybe he doesn’t—he’ll never tell you, that’s for sure. another form of foreplay he loves is grinding against you through your clothes. it’ll 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 there’s no pulling the two of you apart. 

joey is not picky at all about positions. he’s very chill and laid back, it really doesn’t matter to him what way you take him. he does like seeing your face however. he’d 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 he’s grinding in your lap with your wrists pinned down, and with your head fuzzy from the stimulation, he’s 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 he’s got a small thing for having risky sex. he’s a lot more aware of his surroundings so he’s 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. it’s just a fantasy for him, really, but he honestly wouldn’t mind fucking in his room or at the ormond resort where one of his friends (preferably anyone but susie, else he’ll just feel bad for her sake) could walk in and catch you. he’d only do this with his friends though because he trusts them enough. he’s pretty affectionate in front of them anyway, mostly just to annoy them (especially if they’re getting on his nerves), but joey also likes his privacy. sometimes he can revert back to being a little shy, but mostly, joey’s gained a lot of confidence over the years. especially in the fog, he’ll definitely blow off a trial just so you can fuck him, regardless of who might see it. he’s got a mask on anyway so he’s not losing much, especially when he’s still got a sharp blade and the bloodlust to keep nosy mouths shut and survivors intimidated.

joey’s definitely not the loudest. in terms of volume, he’s mostly just giving heavy breaths and occasional jokes or fun comments to lighten the mood a little. occasionally he does moan, but typically he’s not really all that sensitive, so it’s not anything that tumultuous. his moans are more desperate, when he’s 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 doesn’t talk that much, mostly just because he becomes so focused on the actual sex that he can’t split his attention in that way, but he does beg a little. you’ll almost always hear him letting out sweet pleads, especially when he’s pinned flush beneath you and your hips are rolling into his just right, he can’t help himself from pleading for you, it’s literally an involuntary reaction, regardless of who is in control in the moment. he doesn’t have the energy to rack out actual words when he’s bouncing in your lap, but you’ll 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 doesn’t mind a vocal partner, but he’ll be way too fog-brained to pay attention to any words you say unless you’re having slow sex where he’s 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 he’s 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 there’s little to no tension at all. you glide past his walls with ease, and once he’s become adjusted to your size, it’s like you’re a perfect fit. joey isn’t even aware of how much his pussy wants you. he’ll tighten around you each and every time you pull back, and he won’t 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. there’s zero fuss with joey, no trying to push you away when he feels overstimulated or uncontrollable spasming as he accommodates to your girth, it’s just smooth sailing, like his pussy was literally molded just for your cock alone. he’s 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 he’ll 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, it’s 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. you’re not even half-way done emptying your balls inside him and joey’s 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 can’t even move, but his walls still pulse with a need to be filled. joey’s 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 it’ll be a while before he calls it quits when he’s so pumped up with adrenaline or bloodlust.

aftercare with joey is always nice. if you fucked him into total bliss, he’ll 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. he’s pretty hard to tucker out with how much energy he builds up, though in the realms if you fuck him mid-trial, he’s 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. he’ll 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 it’s fine with you, he sometimes likes to smoke weed after sex which helps relax him. and even though he’s buzzing with energy, he loves napping afterwards, he always says it’s the best sleep he’s 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, he’ll trace them with his fingers. he’s 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, don’t expect to go out of the house after sex with joey. when he’s 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 he’s also definitely not putting his clothes back on. 

joey, though a legion member, actually does follow the rules for protected sex. you wear a condom the first time you have sex (unless you’re 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 you’re in the shower so he can just quickly clean himself up, or when he’s in a position where it can easily drip out of him, like when he’s in your lap or up against a wall. his pussy isn’t 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 you’d like, even ripping his clothes away or scratching and bruising him up—next time you see him, you can do it all over again, and no one but you two would ever know. 

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 doesn’t believe you when you say he’s 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. he’s always had problems fitting in, but you always pull him close to you when out with friends, never afraid to show him off. he’s 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 hadn’t played in a while. he loves the way his lips feel on yours, and even when he’d 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. he’s not that confident in himself at all, so you’ll be the one taking the lead for a while at the beginning. he’ll 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 it’s 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 he’s 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. renato’s bad about keeping his legs open, always shutting them by instinct, so you’ll 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 isn’t 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 won’t 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. he’s 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 he’s cum already, he’ll 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 you’re laying down and he has you trapped between his legs. renato’s pretty sensitive, so he likes having control of the pace and how deep he takes you. he’ll 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. he’s 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 he’s 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 doesn’t 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. he’ll 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 you’re 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. renato’s legs almost always lock around you, allowing you to roll your hips into his to give him a good, deep fuck. like that, you’re never too fast (else he’ll get mad at you afterwards) you’re just paced well enough to keep him wrapped around your finger. eventually he gets desperate, no matter the position he’s in, and his hips will lose rhythm as he chases after his orgasm. keep him flushed against you as you fuck him and he’ll shake as he cums, always allowing you to cum inside to follow. 

renato’s not reaaally that loud, but he does make a lot of noise. he doesn’t 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 he’s hiding his face in your neck or because you’ve got him on his stomach with a pillow to quiet himself. he’s 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 he’ll beg for you, usually when he’s close to cumming. if you tease him a lot and edge him, he’ll kiss you with promises to be good. most of the time, he’s speaking portuguese regardless if you can understand it or not. doesn’t matter much anyway, since his brain is too foggy with arousal to even try and say anything sensical. he’s 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 it’s in a whisper, moan, or even cried out. he may pick up volume suddenly, which is why it’s risky to have sex somewhere like in his home he may share with thalita or in a trial. if anyone heard him having sex, he’d probably be way too embarrassed to have sex with you again for months, especially if it was thalita because she’d hold it over his head ‘till 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 ‘till he sees stars and he might cry your name out with a hoarse throat and with tears in his eyes.

renato’s 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. he’s 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 he’s relaxed he still feels tight. he’d be so nervous that he doesn’t get as wet as he would later in your relationship when he’s gotten used to it. renato is naturally a little bratty, even after all the barriers have fallen. when he’s 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 he’s not holding himself back, you’re a perfect fit. 

you make him feel so full, and if he wasn’t busy holding onto you like a lifeline, he’d be tempted to try and get a look at his stomach to see if you’re really as deep in him as he feels you are. renato usually cums pretty fast, so most likely you’ll 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 it’s 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 he’s 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 you’re 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 you’re 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 can’t stop his face from heating up and he’ll need a big gulp of water to calm himself down after. he’s 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 you’re adamant about it, he’ll never leave you without an orgasm either.

after sex, unfortunately renato can be very receptive to post-sex depression. they’re never too alarming, just randomly he’ll get kind of sad and need extra attention and gentle care. when he’s in those states, he doesn’t want you to leave at all, even if it’s into another room, so to play it safe it’s 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, don’t underestimate his fixation on them) and he’ll lighten up. start a puzzle together and it’ll be the only thing he thinks about until it’s finished. though since he’s pretty tired after sex, don’t get him too excited about kite-fighting or puzzles else he’ll just get sad he can’t do it due to his exhaustion. when he’s 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 that’s 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 wouldn’t be with him if you didn’t, but he still has those self-doubts that plague his mind on the daily. you’re his favorite person in the entire world, so he’s 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. he’s a bit awkward with giving the attention back, but he’s also a little desperate to make sure you get even half the treatment you give him, he’s just sweet like that. 

renato’s 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 shouldn’t be doing at all. he’s more educated on the non-pregnancy sort of risks, so he almost always has sex with a condom. he’s 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 accident—maybe 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 he’d 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. he’s sensitive and observant, being able to notice and feel every vein or little twitch your cock makes. he’s 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. it’s the most intimate thing you could do with him he thinks, so he loves it. otherwise, cum doesn’t do much for him, though he does get shy seeing his own coating your cock or glistening on your fingers. 

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. it’s 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 he’s walking in the forests at night—you only know that he’s there because he wanted you to know. he’s 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 isn’t (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 body’s scarred and rough, and though he doesn’t 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 won’t hide away, but he doesn’t get why you stare so much. he finds you like being between his legs, kissing at his thighs and squeezing wherever you can. why wouldn’t 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 didn’t even know he had, kissing over them and nipping bruises into the fat of his thighs until he’s forced to pull your head up to where he wants your mouth instead. 

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 can’t help himself, though of course he won’t say so, he’ll just give your cock a pump or two and call it foreplay before just sitting down on it and riding you ‘till he cums. he’s zoned out a bit during foreplay, not out of boredom but out of unease. it’s more intimate than he expects it to be. it’ll be a while before he lets you do anything to him beyond thumbing his clit. you’ll have full blown sex long before you’ll ever get your tongue or fingers inside him. when you do get to that point, he doesn’t act that differently than usual. the lights are still low, just barely on enough he can see what you’re doing (not like you’d attack him or something, he knows) but dark enough that you won’t 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.

it’s 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, he’s almost angry at you, or at least he wants to be pissed, but when you say, you’re 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 you’re 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. he’ll sit on your lap and jerk you off but he’ll never let you cum until you plead him to. he’s not happy unless you’re in need. he’ll get on his knees, whether you’re 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 won’t touch you again for the rest of the day/night unless you really find a way to make it up to him. he doesn’t like cum in his mouth, so when he finally lets you finish, it’ll be in his hand, and with your cum he’ll jerk you off, smooth and slick until you have tears in your eyes from the over-stimulation. when he’s feeling particularly spontaneous, he’ll 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 you’re 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 you’d like until his pussy milks every last drop out of you.

at the start of your relationship you’re rarely completely on top of him, but over time, more and more you’ll 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 don’t take the relinquish of control lightly; you’ll 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. he’s 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 you’re fucking him against, pumping your dick into his pussy so fast he can barely keep himself standing, tears will fall and he’ll 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 he’s 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 he’ll 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, he’s going to be dead silent, and for a while. he’s very good at controlling his volume, no matter how good you’re fucking him, he’ll manage just fine with biting back moans and sighs considering he can suppress literal screams of pain. the only reason he’d 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, it’s completely his choice to fuck there, but that doesn’t mean he actually wants to get caught, so he’s being dead silent and his hand will be clamped over your mouth if you can’t control your own volume. it is kind of a fun challenge to try and fuck something out of him, but if you’re having sex in the middle of a trial, more often than not he’s the one completely in control anyway. though eventually, once you’re far enough in a relationship together, he naturally lets those walls fall and stops using that extra energy to quiet himself. he’s still going to be quiet because he’s 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 doesn’t 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 he’s in these positions, submissive and willing and letting you do whatever you want to him, he’s less verbal, really just making sounds of pleasure more than anything, but when he’s being dominant and riding you or grinding against you, that’s when he’s talking. his dirty talk is next level, completely unfiltered and honest. he’s not afraid to tell it how it is, if you’re 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 you’re doing something very right when he can’t speak, or if the words get caught in his throat or if he simply can’t even find something to scold you for. he’ll cum in your lap with a shaky breath, his voice stuck. he’ll get off you and say something about how you came too fast or you were holding his hips too tight, but really it’s just a front so that he can pretend like he wasn’t just fucked into total silence (‘cuz it’s supposed to be his choice, not because you actually made him fall apart). he can be sweet sometimes, if he’s particularly happy or in a lovey-dovey mood, though this just means he won’t 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 it’s said nonetheless. 

he takes dick very well, like literally effortlessly. you’re sure he must be experienced but he never mentions anything about it. if he struggled with taking your dick, you’d never know with how quiet he was anyway. he doesn’t 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 doesn’t make a peep. there’s barely a stretch too, you glide in with ease even though he’s not even really that wet, and jake being the man he is will get impatient if you don’t just start fucking him. he’s 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 you’re 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, he’s 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 he’s shy, and if you’re still fucking him he can’t even find any words to say, and even if he could, he’d be too afraid to speak in case he said something stupid like i love you, too. and god forbid you call sex ‘love-making’, he’s literally going to have to take a rain check because all of a sudden he’s feeling hot and nervous like some virgin who’s yet to even get to first base. 

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. he’s really physically strong, so he can take you for hours if you haven’t tapped out. he’s also a little bit flexible, so even though it’s embarrassing for him being in such a vulnerable position, you can push his legs up to take him even deeper. his pussy doesn’t get all that wet fast, so it’s 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 jake’s 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. he’d let you fill him up over and over again for hours if he wasn’t so afraid to admit he liked it (and if he didn’t hate the cleanup). 

aftercare can take him some to get adjusted to. he’s not used to the vulnerability and early together in a relationship he’ll insist on not bothering with it. he’ll take a shower because he hates feeling sticky and sweaty, but he’ll take some offense to you offering to take care of him because he’s very independent and feels like it’s 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; he’ll feel overwhelmed and uncomfortable if you’re too close to him, so it’s better to let him come to you when he’s ready for that kind of contact. despite his typical aloofness, he does like it when you’re in the same room together. he won’t say it out loud, but he’d prefer it if you didn’t leave, even when he’s covering himself up with his back to you, not saying a word, he’ll revert back to feeling that loneliness he’s felt for so long if you decide to go home or exit the room, and then he’ll sit there convincing himself he shouldn’t be longing for you at all in the first place. he’ll continuously go through this internal cycle if you don’t step in and stop it. he needs someone willing to push through his bullshit and tell him straight how things are so he’s 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 it’s alright to be close emotionally with someone, and that it won’t be the end of the world if you treat him gently. he’s 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 doesn’t care if you wear a condom or not, so long as you pull out when he tells you to. it’ll piss him off if you cum inside him when he’s in the middle of a trial or about to go to sleep. he finds the stickiness annoying and if you cum a lot, or it’s much thicker, he’s gonna want to clean it up as soon as possible. he’s 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, it’s on his terms—you’ll finish deep within him, and unless you’re on a time crunch, your cock stays inside him to keep your cum from gushing out. if you don’t do what he says, he’ll 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 he’ll be flushed with anger and arousal. in the realm he insists he’d never be caught dead with your cum in his pussy, but some days he desperately needs the stress relief. he’ll 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 it’s 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; he’ll walk around the house with a tight shirt on so you can very clearly see just about everything through the fabric. he’s not usually the type to feign confusion, but when he notices you hovering around him he likes to ask “need something?” just to see the pleading in your eyes. you’ll be the first person leon’s ever let play with his breasts. he’s 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. leon’s both painfully unaware of how gorgeous he is but also knows enough that he’s able to easily have you wrapped around his finger. it’s 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 had—he’ll never say. he really does love you, even during your first night together he’s willing to give you everything he has. leon’s got a nice and strong body, he’ll keep your head locked between his legs with just his thighs if it makes you happy—the muscles aren’t just for show. he’s 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. 

one of leon’s favorite forms of foreplay is sitting on your face. he’s 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 he’s very good at covering it up. sometimes you have ‘play-fights’, where you challenge him to a wrestling match, just for fun. he always wins, and you know he will anyway, but it doesn’t fail to get him hot and bothered, especially when he can’t 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 can’t 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 you’re so hard you have to pull him into your lap and pound him. though he does really love slow, sensual foreplay that’s drawn out just as long as he can take it, where you’re groping and fondling each other in bed, kissing until you’re completely breathless and then ending the night with passionate sex. he’s a hopeless romantic at heart, but he’s not opposed to ravenous fucking every once in a while. his pussy gets super puffy and swollen very easily, it’s 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 don’t have the luxury to tend to each other for hours, but he’s very happy to blow you before a trial, and will not be opposed to you returning the favor once you’re both back. 

leon doesn’t say it out loud, but he loves straddling your hips and slowly riding you. he’ll 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 you’re together the more his dominant side seeps out. he’s a got a submissive nature to him that comes out very easily, but he’s 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 you’ve marked him as yours and all that. further in your relationship when you’ve fucked out all the shyness out of him, (though some still lingers, naturally) he likes binding your hands together. he’ll 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. he’ll get super red if you ask to do the same with him but he doesn’t mind it.

he’s a good mix of submissive and dominant, having certain days where he just wants to be manhandled and bred and fucked until he can’t 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 he’s 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, it’d 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 he’s a sucker for mating presses). he feels the most physical pleasure when you’re 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 he’d 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. he’s only a little bit into the riskier stuff, like he’ll 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 he’s not big on fucking mid-trial (mostly for your teammates’ 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 you’ve been together. at the start he’s 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 doesn’t hold them back unless he’s feeling a bit bratty. if you tease him too much he’s biting them back to not give you the satisfaction. sometimes he’s 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 he’s hard to crack, especially when he really doesn’t want you to get the last word in—he’ll wait until you’re 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. he’s not usually very loud, but he does have some of the sweetest moans you’ll 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 you’re completely alone and somewhere utterly private (like he’s trying to remain professional somehow), but when he feels 100% comfortable it’s hard to keep him quiet. and the further along in your relationship, the better his dirty talk gets. at the start it’s non-existent, too afraid to speak in case he lets out a loud groan to even give you praise, but later he’ll sometimes get into phases where he can’t stop babbling about your cock. the only reason he won’t do this is because you’re fucking him too hard for him to speak. 

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. leon’s 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 you’re begging him to give you a break. he doesn’t 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, he’ll 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, he’ll 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. 

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Ur writing is so fye it almost makes me cum in my pants ngl

LMAO thank you very much. i don't know what post this might specifically be in response to but i appreciate it <3

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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 it’s set in the realm so ngl there’s no actual risk of pregnancy. i know there’s multiple ways renato would most likely already know english but, y'know. also reader doesn’t know portuguese

renato is frustrated, in more ways than one. every time you’re both at the campfire, his gaze falls on you, only diverting when you look his way. thalita has noticed, because of course she has—she 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 he’s 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. he’ll put his finger to his lips, urging you to be silent until the coast was clear—you understood that, thank god. he’ll 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 didn’t even have time to save you before the tall, rugged killer had snatched you from the trap’s grasp and threw you over his shoulder, throwing you onto the nearest hook without another thought before the entity’s claws took you away before renato’s eyes.

renato knows some english; thalita has taught him a few words and phrases, just some things she picked up during her modeling career. he’s 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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. 

it was the first time you’d outwardly offered, but it wasn’t the first time you’d actually sat beside each other (he’s kept track). he always assumed it wasn’t 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 you’d laugh in response to something the others had said, but then you’d look to him with a smile so wide that renato found himself smiling too, even if he didn’t 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. you’d 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 camp’s chatter, you’d tap your fingers along, humming with him even if you weren’t 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 hadn’t been in the middle of running from a blood lusted killer, he’d 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t 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 floor—not exactly the most romantic thing ever, but renato can’t deny the way his hands had started to shake when your faces had gotten so close; he doesn’t think he’d 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 you’d 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 doesn’t stop, move, or grow stronger. it simply lingers in the air, casting a perpetual chill that doesn’t seem to die down no matter how much the survivors huddle close by the roaring fire. it wasn’t something he’d 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. 

you sat opposite from renato. even without the camp’s fire, it was noticeably warm. you were sitting close, though you were always aware of making sure you weren’t 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 renato’s fingers, it felt strangely like straw—just another reminder of the world they were trapped in, but you weren’t 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. he’s 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 don’t stop. eventually you’re 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 you’re sitting at the campfire, his hand hesitantly reaches for yours, and when you enthusiastically reach back, his heart skips a beat. 

it wasn’t 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 eyes—and sometimes, you do much more than just kiss. 

renato likes being underneath you, arms held tightly around you as you kiss and nip at him. you’ve found his neck to be particularly sensitive, frequently placing most of your kisses just beside his throat. when he kisses your neck, your breath doesn’t hitch like his, nor do you moan the way he does. instead, he can feel your cock through your pants. when you’ve exchanged heated kisses, hands wandering each other’s body, he’s seen the outline of it, hard and prominent through your clothes. he’s never touched you the way you’ve touched him, when you’ve had your fingers gliding across his folds and rubbing away at his clit. you’re not sure if he’s afraid to or if he simply has no interest in it, but you’ve 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 you’ve both cum. 

what you don’t 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 he’s 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. it’s 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. 

he tries to sit up, but you urge him down with a soft “wait.” 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 can’t even get the other pant leg all the way off him before he’s 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. 

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. 

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. 

he’s hot, sweating from his forehead and panting like he’s just run a hundred miles, but he doesn’t find himself missing the cool breeze of the camp’s chilly air. beside you, exhausted and warm, it’s absolutely perfect, and he knows just what you mean when you whisper, “i love you” into his messy, curled hair. 

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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, he’ll 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 deep—dead center—he could practically taste you in the back of his throat. his stomach caves, and he has to take a deep breath to regain his composure—you 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 doesn’t 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, you’d recognize the swivel of his hips roughly spelling out your name), drawing out your orgasm until he’s certain you’ve emptied every last drop of your cum inside of him. 

your name comes out like a question; shaky and uncertain, it falls from his mouth before he even realizes it, but he can’t say anymore before he’s leaning down to kiss you. it’s 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. he’s 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 doesn’t give you a moment to prepare before he’s 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 he’s 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. it’ll be a while until you cum again, but for now, he’s content with watching your face contort into a mix of pleasure and pain. he’ll ride you until he’s 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. 

when matt rides you, he takes it slower, though you’re not yet sure if it’s simply out of laziness or because he’s deliberately teasing you. either way, you both get to cum, albeit with some of your dignity stripped away by the end of it. he’s not good at leading you to the bedroom, though he’s 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 you’d absentmindedly switched on earlier. you huff beneath him, jerking your hips. he’s 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 he’d 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. you’d hiss when he’d 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. you’re surprised that on top of all this, a cigarette wasn’t 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, you’re quite happy you didn’t 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 he’s just pissed someone off and, unfortunately, you are often on the other side of this smile. 

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, he’s 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. he’s whispering, calling you cute, finding your need for his attention just so adorable. it almost sounds like he’s 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 he’s never been one to make things easy for you. however, he’s generous tonight, rolling his hips in slow, deep strokes to let your cock bury inside him. your dick’s been twitching and aching since he’d taken it out of your pants, and he’s 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 you’ve 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. he’s full and sticky with sweat, but he doesn’t 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.

when L rides you, it’s a bit frustrating at times. he almost treats it like a little game. every time he sits on your cock, it feels like it’s for the first time. his hands never seem to leave their place on your chest as he curiously rocks forward. when you groan, he knows he’s doing something right, so he does it again. his breathing seems so loud amongst the silence as he observes you with an intense gaze. he hums when your hips flick upwards, his pussy tightening down on you in response. a hand moves up to graze his fingers across your collar bone. your breath hitches at the touch, and his lips part as he ponders the observation. he rolls his hips down, and you can just barely see that hint of smugness dancing across his fixed expression when you choke on a groan in surprise. he leans back to circle his hips, eyes now fixated on the way your chest rises and falls, and how your fingers twitch where your hands hold onto his thighs. L continues to rock himself in your lap, keeping a steady rhythm and fixed pattern you don’t notice until your cock begins to ache, and you realize he’s got you right where he wants you. he has you hooked on each swivel of his hips, and yet you don’t feel any closer to finishing, no matter how much he squeezes your cock to try and coax out a broken moan from you. he expects it when you weakly growl out his name, merely responding with a simple yes? he already knows what you want, of course, but you still insist, exasperatedly telling him to get a move on. he looks cute as he pouts, slouching in your lap. he mumbles something about you not being any fun, but he’s quick to respond with a “touché..” when you bring up just how impatient he becomes when it’s you teasing him. L sighs as he leans forward. he whispers absentmindedly to himself as he finds the most optimal angle to resume his riding. he’s tight around your cock, and his strong legs keep you held firmly down against the bed. and when he gently takes your wrists and presses them down onto the sheets, you can feel your head start to spin. he smells faintly of vanilla and fruit, and you suddenly wish for him to kiss you, just to get a taste of the sugar that lingers on his tongue. 

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 wouldn’t have heard it if you hadn’t 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 L’s 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 can’t even find the words to ask him what he’s 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 can’t help but find so sweet. 

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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 there’s 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

SFW 

they have a habit of fighting for your time and affection. there’s lots of marking, more often than not from hugo. he’s quite possessive of his belongings, you and lycaon included. lycaon’s bites and nibbles are more so accidental, when he’s particularly affectionate and has been given permission to lay his teeth upon your neck where he’ll instinctively nip at you, but strangely it doesn’t hurt at all. it’s 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.

you’d 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 lycaon’s 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 ‘anything you can do, i can do better’ competitions. but then lycaon will simply scold hugo like he’s scolding a misbehaving puppy and that’ll be that. 

of course, there’s 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. lycaon’s so observant, he catches any and all stumbles in hugo’s act. buying a very specific brand of tea or snack that only you or lycaon enjoy? lycaon’s got the receipts to back up that hugo’s the one that bought them, it’s just a matter of whether hugo will admit his actions or not. lycaon will notice the way hugo’s 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 lycaon’s tail wags when he’s being shown affection or the way his eyes never leave yours or his form when out in public, but they’re 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 lycaon’s tail wagging, which is probably the best way to get lycaon awkwardly trying to change the subject as you and hugo watch in amusement. 

lycaon’s kind of on standby at the start of your relationship. he doesn’t really touch you affectionately unless you explicitly ask him to, instead just hovering beside you and only doing what’s 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. he’s very hesitant with hugo as well, even with some of the tension relinquished from their re-developing friendship. lycaon just really doesn’t 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 they’re 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 don’t clash heads too badly later on. 

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. they’ll silently try to get you on one of their sides but they also know that their dispute is entirely between them so you’re 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 they’ll 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 hugo’s like, care to share anything else?? and lycaon’s just like, no it’s fine. and then hugo will notice sometime later that lycaon just sliiiiightly rearranged some things and if it doesn’t get mentioned then lycaon will simply just move them little by little until they’re placed how he wants them to be. hugo notices and purses his lips, but doesn’t say a word—just because he unfortunately loves lycaon and will let him do as he pleases, even if he thinks his taste isn’t exactly the greatest thing ever, lycaon does have an eye for decoration. 

lycaon can become very protective of his/yours and hugo’s space. he hates to admit it, but it’s probably the wolf instincts. he’s 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 lycaon’s routine. he gets a bit anxious the rest of the day after everyone’s left as the house takes its time to air out the foreign scents as yours and hugo’s refill the space as they’re supposed to. he’s 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. 

hugo doesn’t 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 there’s someone just there to tend to the little things. he likes when you hold his hands when he’s 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 it’s even possible for him to be so loved by anyone. and though he and lycaon have faced their hardships with one another, it’s 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.  

lycaon, with permission to touch, will frequently make sure you and hugo are looking sharp. you’ll find him dusting off your shoulders or adjusting the sleeves of your shirts. he’s often adjusting hugo’s coat and always fixes up his tie, as well as making sure his hair is tied up well and won’t 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 hugo’s anyway; if he sees any sort of tangle, he’s using his fingers to brush through it. hugo huffs about it and says he’s 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 doesn’t have more work to do, or even taking care of his prosthetics while he sleeps so they’re 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 lycaon’s early routine). hugo’s 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 lycaon’s shoulders. 

lycaon really likes bathing you and hugo. it’s that caretaker, attendant side of him that he can’t 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, hugo’s cheeks flushing only slightly when lycaon uses his hand to shield his eyes from the water. he likes to say it’s 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, lycaon’s pulling you in right next to hugo. lycaon is always prepared, so he has both of yours and hugo’s favorite products at the ready. he’ll keep your hair out of the way if you don’t need it washed, or if you have long hair he will be very gentle with taking care of it, as well as with hugo’s. hugo will try to do it on his own, but lycaon will find an excuse to just do it for him. 

it’ll make him a little confused and a bit shy if either of you offer to do the same with him. he’ll sit himself within the tub like he’s used to, but will accept any help you give him with a quiet thanks. you’re very careful with washing his fur, especially when you get to his tail. most likely lycaon will forget you’re supposed to be helping him and will end up doing most of it himself, but he’ll 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 you’re lifting it up to brush it. lycaon’s 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 it’s his turn to be bathed, he sits back and lets lycaon do as he pleases. and it’s 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. he’s not so possessive that it’s overbearing or bothersome, but he likes to leave some sort of evidence that suggests you and lycaon are taken. he’ll make sure he’s extra close to you and lycaon when you’re each taking your leave, just enough that his cologne rubs off on you. he’ll 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. he’s not even against wearing lipstick just to make sure there’s a mark left somewhere on you; nowhere embarrassingly obvious, but just out in the open enough that it can catch somebody’s 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, he’s hyper aware of the way his coat looks and will make sure it’s pristine and groomed. still, he’ll 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 won’t stop squealing to herself at how cute you all look together. vivian’s a little obsessed with the whole thing hugo and lycaon have going on, but she’s such a big supporter of your relationship you’re surprised she hasn’t made any merch of you three yet (or at least not to your knowledge). 

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 partners’ favorite immediately. she’s definitely the type to be like, “hey you love birds!!” 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 there’s 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 she’s got this vibe that suggests the only reason she’s not asking is because she already knows. and corin’s too shy to ask much of anything other than well how are your partner’s 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 there’s something she can’t do or doesn’t feel like doing herself, she calls one of you up to help. 

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 can’t 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 he’s being subtle, but he’s really not. he already knows he’s screwed when hugo turns around and gives him this horrible knowing grin that just screams “i’m never letting you live this down.” 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 he’ll avert his eyes in shame. 

needless to say, lycaon is very protective. he’s 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 they’re 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, doesn’t want to just reject this gift so he begrudgingly keeps them all in his closet despite how gaudy some of them are—their tastes are certainly different.. but the fabric is high quality and they are quite cozy, so he’ll wear them anyway. and hugo looks very cute in sweaters, so he’s not entirely upset about it. but sometimes lycaon’s 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 it’s 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 you’ve literally just woken up or something, but he’s almost always going to have some kind of food out for you anyway unless he was seriously busy. he’s especially conscious of hugo’s 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 wise—sometimes he still hears ellen’s stifled laughter. when hugo’s being really stubborn about something, he’ll use it like a lifeline; “you wouldn’t want your mate to be sad now would you, lycaon?” and it embarrasses him to no end. he doesn’t go back on it though, and genuinely does view you as his mates regardless even when it’s not exactly a term he uses anyway, though he would have preferred not to have said it in front of his many friends. 

they love physical affection so much. they’re 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 you’ve parted. he can’t 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 lycaon’s tie to pull you in for one if either of you forget because hugo never will. lycaon likes to hold hugo’s hands, usually in the comfort of any of your homes. whether it’s 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 you’re there to see it because hugo’s face will flush with a light red at the affection. 

lycaon’s 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, lycaon’s 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 you’ll 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 can’t be mad when he’s finally able to relax and get some actual sleep. 

hugo prides himself on his independence, but a doting partner is new and somewhat exciting. whether it’s you reaching for his hands to check for wounds, or helping him stand up to avoid a headrush when he hasn’t eaten anything yet (of which you’re quick to help fix him something up if lycaon isn’t 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 can’t bring himself to. lycaon treats him like glass, yet holds him with such a strong grip. 

lycaon will let you and hugo pet his tail. he’ll 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 he’s 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. they’re completely relaxed, in your arms or in each other's. 

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hugo great at giving head, whether it’s dick or pussy. he’s 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 ‘clumsy’, and all of a sudden he’s pushing lycaon over the urge much sooner than he’s used to and whoops..—guess hugo just has to make him cum again because “we wouldn’t want to end the night so soon, now would we?”

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. he’ll 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 he’ll just do the same thing, never taking you completely to the hilt despite the fact he’s 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 hugo’s tongue teasing his entrance. it’s not often lycaon takes the reins so wildly, but it was thrilling nonetheless. 

and where hugo is best with his mouth, lycaon works with his hands best. whether it’s stroking your cock or rubbing at hugo’s clit, it’s one of his favorite things to do in bed. and he’s excellent at fingering; it’s one of the few ways to get hugo’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. lycaon’s 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, he’s strong enough to keep either of you held down. he’ll keep a firm grip on your waist when you start losing composure and can’t help but buck into his pussy. he’ll keep hugo’s hips pinned to the bed when he tries to fuck back onto lycaon’s fingers that just don’t seem deep enough inside of him. he’ll tower over either of you, pinning you to the bed by your wrists. it’s exciting how he can be both patient yet strict and demanding. if you’re fucking him too fast, taking him too deeply, he’ll 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. 

hugo loves watching and being watched. he especially enjoys watching you fuck lycaon and turning him into a mess. sometimes hugo won’t 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 ‘encourage’ him to be louder. hugo won’t say it aloud, but he does this to deliberately rile lycaon up so he’ll really roughen him up the next time it’s just them two. 

lycaon’s a gentle lover with both you and hugo, but he is more of a tease with hugo. if hugo’s 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 lycaon’s 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 he’s 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 can’t 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 it’s a beautiful sight. 

lycaon’s somewhat similar. a typical condescending tone from hugo gets his teeth baring and nipping at hugo’s neck, but when it’s 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 ‘puppy’ if he’s 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 won’t be opposed to hugo using the name as well, but only when lycaon’s 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. he’s sensitive right below his ears. he loves soft, sensual moments where you’re 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 lycaon’s 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 it’s 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 they’re followed by a bite. and since you can’t really place any marks on lycaon because of his fur, they all go to hugo, so after sex, he’s often just covered in bruises from you and bite marks from lycaon. lycaon also really likes kisses around his thighs. he’s especially sensitive there and, strangely, also on the spot right above his tail. besides his ears, hugo’s sensitive around his back and shoulders as well.

because of these sensitivities, generally lycaon typically prefers positions facing you, and hugo likes positions where he’s 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 you’re even dating them in the first place, needless to say you’ve got their trust plenty. hugo also really likes riding you, and sitting himself in lycaon’s lap. hugo’s got a bad guilty pleasure for being held down and fucked where he’s laid down flat on his stomach with his wrists pinned to the bed and his pussy mercilessly pounded. afterwards he’ll be a total wreck, buzzing with pleasure and just completely fucked out. lycaon’s guilty pleasure positions are anything that leaves him open and vulnerable. anything where his pussy is just exposed, whether you’ve got his legs pinned to his chest or you have him on his side with a leg lifted up, he’s so embarrassed yet so aroused, especially when he can see your cock clear as day fucking into him. 

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 it’s when you’re not home, or maybe you’re out for work or on some job; either way, it’s 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 they’re 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 other’s clits and folds. the fights for dominance really come out here; they’ve 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 hugo’s 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 lycaon’s 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. 

hugo likes being pressed between you and lycaon. he likes it when you’re 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 lycaon’s pushing his hand down hugo’s front to gather his wetness on his fingers before pressing them into him. no matter where hugo goes, whether his back’s arched or he’s slumping forward, he’s sandwiched between you two. he’ll ride your tongue, bucking up into lycaon’s fingers on his clit, and he’ll wrap his arms around lycaon’s neck as you fuck his pussy, giving him no choice but to take your cock as he’s pressed between you and lycaon. 

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 he’s on his back, he’s 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 you’re in control, but really you’re not. he’s 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.

he’s hard to break during these times, being so cool and composed that it’s frustrating. while you’re losing it, trying not to cum from how warm and tight he is, he’s still laid back, barely even fazed by your thrusts. he’s just smirking at the way you’re 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 can’t win with hugo like this, you’ll simply always lose no matter how hard you try. one way or another he’ll gain control, even if you have him on his stomach, bent over the couch or the bed, he’ll find a way to get the upper hand. though when he relinquishes that control, it’s one of the most rewarding experiences you can have with him.

oddly, some of his more submissive habits come out when he’s with lycaon and you. especially if it’s just you fucking him while lycaon watches, hugo finds it difficult to think straight. you get all rough when lycaon’s watching and hugo never expects it. you fuck him with his back to your chest as he sits in your lap, he can’t compose himself with how deep the angle is paired with your fingers on his clit. he can’t even speak because his words get caught in his throat, and if he even tries to talk he’ll just moan and stutter—and he will not stutter in front of lycaon. fuck him so good that he can’t bother to pretend he’s 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. 

lycaon likes things more gentler. he himself wouldn’t say he’s 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 he’s told. he’ll let you maneuver him into any position you’d like, he’s not picky. if you want to just fuck him over and over in one night, he’ll have to check his schedule first but he’ll 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. lycaon’s also surprisingly flexible, so you can bend and twist him into a variety of positions. he loves being bred as well. he’s got great stamina, and will absolutely lay there and take as many loads as you can give him—and if he can’t actually see the mess, then there’s nothing to clean, so as long as you don’t pull out before the night’s close to over, he’s all yours. 

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 he’s too exhausted to even think, pull out and show hugo the sight of your cum dripping out of lycaon’s pussy. hugo’s a brat, but it’s not impossible to get him antsy and to set him straight, even if it’s 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 you’re lounging in after he’s just showered where he’s 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 it’s too much and he’s crawling into your lap and undoing your belt, admitting defeat as he sits on your cock with a shudder of relief. 

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 now—we wouldn’t blame you if you tapped out... lycaon will take whatever he says as a challenge (and vice versa). if hugo’s 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 he’s 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 hugo’s pussy until his legs are shaking. 

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 can’t even speak, but even after he’s cum, he’ll 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 he’s pleading for him to give him a rest. 

lycaon and hugo also like to take turns with you. lycaon will graciously allow hugo to go first, but they’ll both be ruining you far into the night. they’ve both got the stamina (though hugo needs more breaks due to his health setbacks and lycaon really only gets tired if he’s using too much of his upper body) but regardless it’ll most likely have to be you who has to tap out if you want the night to end without anyone passing out. riding isn’t really ever lycaon’s 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 hugo’s liking, he’s not afraid to share these thoughts—you’d tell them to stop their bickering if you could speak without groaning in pleasure. but hugo’s hands are like magic; crawling up lycaon’s 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 you’re fucking lycaon while eating him out. if hugo is sitting on your face, he’ll turn around just so he can watch lycaon ride your cock, becoming shy under hugo’s gaze. when riding lycaon’s face, he’s 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 lycaon’s wet pussy squelching with every thrust, which has him gripping the headboard and fluttering around lycaon’s tongue.

when it’s the three of you, it’s one of the few times you’ll 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 it’s not hugo under lycaon, it’s you under him, and if hugo’s done his job right, you’re not going to get lycaon out of your lap for a while. he’ll be growling in your ear as he humps your cock, not so much taking out his frustrations on you but rather he’s letting this side of him he’s always buried come out—you just so happen to own the poor cock that has no choice but to take lycaon’s pussy that mercilessly squeezes out every last drop of cum it has to offer. and if you really don’t have the energy left to handle him, hugo is always happy to finish the job for you. afterwards, while you’re an aching mess, lycaon is at his most relaxed, just completely free of stress and very, very satisfied. 

it doesn’t 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 he’s 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. it’s 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 it’s so fun for hugo to pull away and saunter off like he didn’t 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 you’re pleading with him to let you fuck him, to which he happily agrees to. 

he likes to boss you around in bed, and has suggested putting lycaon on a leash so he can pull him around. if you don’t put hugo in his place, he’s only going to keep pushing his luck. whether you’re fucking him into the bed or he’s in your lap, he’s in complete control of the pace and he’s 100% aware that you hang on to his every word, so nothing he says will go unnoticed. he’ll make you stop if he knows you’re about to cum, and will make sure that when you do cum, it’s because you begged him to let you. he acts like you’re 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. he’s 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 can’t have from under his shirt. all you have to do is obey his every order, and then he’s all yours.

lycaon gets a similar treatment, except lycaon’s harder to break because he holds out since he doesn’t want to give hugo the satisfaction. but hugo has learned very quickly how to get lycaon to break, and that’s simply by just refusing to let lycaon do anything for and to him. lycaon’s stamina is too strong, so edging and overstimulating him won’t do much. he’s simply too kind to give in to just verbal teasing. ultimately, if hugo can’t do anything to lycaon, he’ll just make it so lycaon can’t do anything to him. hugo will pleasure himself, but he’ll do it badly. he’ll 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. he’ll ruin his own orgasms or edge himself until he’s teary-eyed. and he can see the twitches in lycaon’s 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 it’s all an act, he knows that hugo can make himself cum just fine, but there’s still that itch to assist, to ease hugo’s crying by satisfying him the way he claims he alone cannot. lycaon’s pleads are more hesitant, just because he knows he’s only falling into hugo’s trap and doing exactly what he wants, but he’s 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. 

lycaon can be a tease, though not always intentionally. both him and hugo are busy, but lycaon’s got a stricter schedule. you can be fucking him, and then he’ll 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 can’t 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. you’ve gotten more than one message from hugo asking you to come over and finish him off, sometimes paired with a picture or two. it’s amusing when it’s not happening to you.

if you really desire it, lycaon can be quite a good dom. he’s very stern and calculated, and with how eager he is to learn, he can very quickly adapt to being more of a tease if it’s something you’d like. with hugo this comes naturally, like lycaon just can’t help but give him a bit of a harder time, but with you it’s something he sort of has to actually learn first. he’s very patient, and since he gets off more on your pleasure rather than his own, there’s no reason for him to rush things when there’s 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. he’ll drag things out until you’re crying, and because of how good he is at what he does, it’s so satisfying when you finally get to cum. 

and of course he’s 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 won’t be swayed, instead continuing his work on hugo and breaking him down little by little until he’s finally able to shut up. 

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 it—he wants every part of you close to him, and that includes your tongues. he’s still the same lycaon, but during his heats he’s less shy and reluctant about certain things, so it might be surprising to see how much hungrier he gets. he’s 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. 

his coat will become messy and tousled the longer the night goes on, but lycaon stays put. he’s 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 doesn’t even bother to wipe it away is what tells you that he means business—if he can help it, lycaon is keeping you and hugo in his bed until you’re all more than satisfied. 

his heats are when he really indulges in whatever you and hugo give him. he’s 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 you’re too tired to continue doing that after too long, he’s 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, he’ll 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 hugo’s pussy, satisfying both of their hunger. 

lycaon’s got a guilty pleasure for having his pussy slapped. he’s not sure why he likes it, or how he discovers he likes it, but it’s especially arousing for him. though he can take some pretty rough actions, he does prefer it gentler and softer. he’s a bit ashamed of it at first, but it’s 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 hugo’s chest, laying against him as hugo plays with his pussy. lycaon’s legs are spread wide as per hugo’s request, and lycaon can’t look down for more than a few seconds without looking away in embarrassment, even through the heat-fog. hugo’s fingers work against lycaon’s 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 hugo’s 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, he’d 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. he’d 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 wouldn’t 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 isn’t hesitant about how he takes lycaon. he’ll flip the thiren onto his stomach and fuck him until he’s exhausted. he’ll 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 hugo’s strap with as much enthusiasm as he would your cock, and though it doesn’t 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. 

it’s 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 he’s doing chores, whether it’s washing the dishes or folding clothes, he just wants to please you, so he’s perfectly willing to let you fuck him until you’re satisfied. rarely, he’ll just walk around naked in your home. he’ll be a bit embarrassed if you simply just watch him as he does his chores, but he preens under your lustful gaze. he’s 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 can’t see his pussy with his tail in the way, but it doesn’t 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. 

he still loves it, but he can get flustered if you fuck him in front of hugo. especially if he’s in the middle of a conversation, or maybe just in the kitchen while hugo lounges on the couch, really if hugo’s 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 embarrassed—not 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 can’t 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 he’s in heat, he’s 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 lycaon’s 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. he’s horrified after his heat’s died down, but the image has his face heating up nonetheless. he’s cleaning the whole house up and down until it’s spotless though.

hugo likes it both ways, but first, he especially likes using you. if he’s 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, he’ll 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 doesn’t care if you’re reading or watching a movie, he’ll throw himself in front of the screen and push away your book or phone. for these moments, he wants your attention only on him. it’s one of the few times he’s 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, he’ll get off, and just go about his day. you don’t get to cum, but it’s part of his plan. sometimes he’ll 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. 

and he especially does this in front of lycaon. even better if lycaon is relaxing and isn’t 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 lycaon’s 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 it’s always a nice surprise when lycaon’s the one that seeks him out, face flushed and tail flicking with frustration before hugo is pinned and ravaged. 

thinking about hugo and lycaon fucking themselves with dildos. neither of them masturbate very often; lycaon doesn’t have the time for it, and the act itself doesn’t interest hugo much. however after being with you and repressing their urges for each other for so long, sometimes they’re tempted. 

lycaon is unfamiliar with touching himself, but when he’s 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 ridiculousness—he knows full well what he’s doing. he can hear hugo’s 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 day’s stress, he can’t stop himself from allowing himself this one pleasure. 

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. he’s 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; it’s 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, “lycaon! aren’t you just radiating? you certainly have been busy, i see..” he’d walk away if he didn’t really need the supplies for his current client. hugo wouldn’t 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. 

he doesn’t 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 he’s pulling down his pants just enough to reveal his aching pussy. 

the first two inches already have him breathing heavily. it’s practically nothing, but it’s been so long since he’s had anything inside of him. the next two inches have his back arching, and suddenly he’s 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 doesn’t bother fitting the whole thing inside of him before he thrusts it in and out. he doesn’t 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. it’s almost no time at all before he’s 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 he’s 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 intrigue—maybe 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. it’s rare, but sometimes he’ll let his hand wander to run across his body, barely mimicking the way you and lycaon do it. you’re both so gentle and aware, it makes him hot with confusion and need. his fingers don’t feel like enough, even when they’re 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 lycaon’s inside of him—he takes it as a challenge. 

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 he’s finally got the dildo in his hands, he’s 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 human’s dick. it wasn’t too long or too thick, and it barely even had any texture to it. it was pathetic, really, but hugo was fine with that—he wasn’t expecting this to be an exactly mind-blowing experience, and he was right, of course. he didn’t 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 he’s used to. it’s good enough however, and with his fingers circling his clit in tandem with the silicone pumping in and out of him, he’s able to cum, gushing around the pathetic toy before it’s tossed aside without another word. he doesn’t tell you or lycaon about the endeavor, promising himself he’d just forget it all together.

but he finds himself retracing his steps, searching online with no intention to even buy anything, of course. he’s merely browsing.. until he finds a dildo that’s a good few inches longer than the last one, and much girthier—this 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. 

he relaxes, letting his back arch up when the head of the silicone cock drags against his walls until the toy’s 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. 

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 can’t 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 it’s lycaon who answers, and hugo’s eyes dart down to the soiled toy in an instant. suddenly, he’s okay if you’re not available at the moment; with lycaon already making his way to his address, hugo’s realized a brilliant alternative to spend the rest of his night, one that he doesn’t see himself getting bored of any time soon. 

they won’t say no to you offering to fuck them with toys. they’d 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 lycaon’s 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 it’s bumpy or veiny, he loves feeling it dragging against his walls. they’re both a bit apprehensive about it at first, but if they were to find any sort of knotting dildo, something made to mimic a thiren’s 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 lycaon’s stomach flutters when the toy swells inside of him, keeping him locked and full. 

hugo’s always kept up with his looks, but now that he’s 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 he’s not looking. and poor lycaon tries so hard to be a gentleman, but it’s difficult even for him to stop his eyes from straying when it looks like hugo’s about to bust right out of the buttons of his shirt. he’ll clear his throat and offer to help find him better fitting clothes, but hugo just laughs and places a teasing kiss onto lycaon’s snout, making sure he’s pressed right up against him before quickly pulling away. lycaon will be forced to maneuver hugo back home because his tail’s starting to swish from all the glances and stares he catches landing on hugo’s form and he can only bear it for so long.

hugo likes to wear lingerie beneath his clothes. he’ll do it just for fun, even if he’s not expecting anyone to see it, but sometimes he’ll 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 lycaon’s 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 he’s 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. 

for you, hugo wears darker colors, mostly just black. he reserves the lacey stuff for you, leaving the softer, gentler fabrics for lycaon. you’re less oblivious to his flirting, and much less timid about staring. your gaze will immediately drop to the little bit of lace he’s letting you see poking from his shirt he’s 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. 

“i thought you might like it,” and of course he’s almost always right, smiling against your lips as you lay him down to undo the rest of his clothes. 

lycaon’s not too big on wearing lingerie, though he does find the actual clothing beautiful and respects the craftsmanship. he’s 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 he’s got something special under his clothes. he wants you and hugo to discover it, but he’s also not as good as flirting like hugo is, so you never get the hint (because all of his ‘hints’ sound like he’s reciting a script, and probably because that’s exactly what’s happening). it’s only when he has you or hugo sit down does he just undo his shirt, realizing just what it is he’s done once he sees your eyes locked onto his lace-clad chest. he tries to look confident, but it’s 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 he’ll take a picture of something he’s trying on, whether it’s a simple tie or if it’s a new pair of pants, he’ll send it to a group chat between you three and ask for your opinion, though he’s 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, “but if it would please you to purchase it then do so, my love.” 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 wouldn’t be appropriate, and you wouldn’t want to embarrass lycaon if anyone were to accidentally see the notification pop up on his phone screen—this does not stop hugo though. 

he’s absolutely not afraid to send a picture of himself sitting on his bed, ass out and open for anyone to see. it’s a toss up with hugo, so you make sure that anytime you open a knock-knock notification from him it’s with your phone angled low. lycaon just sees a message from one of his lovers and opens it without another thought; it’s a nightmare for him at victoria housekeeping because he knows rina knows (and he’s not exactly subtle with the way he suddenly locks his phone and shoves it into his pocket) and poor corin has no idea why lycaon’s suddenly gone red or why rina is giggling behind her hand. hugo has no incentive to stop these surprise pictures. sometimes they’re 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 they’re 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 he’s simply just posing, happy with any sort of reaction, whether it’s just a shocked, aroused message in response or either one of you at his door, and sometimes he’s got his fingers stuffed inside of him or a vibrator at his clit and is already half way to his orgasm by the time he’s 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 he’s 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 he’s honestly a slow ass typer so hugo’s spending a lot of his time just waiting for lycaon to type out his convoluted response. whether you’re good or bad at sexting, so long as you engage with hugo he’s happy at the end of the day. and if you’re not into it, then hugo’s completely okay with actions over words, and lycaon is especially happy to join you. 

lycaon sometimes sends pictures but they’re never really like, nudes or anything. it’s a 50/50 whether the pictures are blurry and look like his phone slipped out of his hands halfway through or if they’ve got jaw-dropping lighting and perfect composition. they’ll be of him sitting or standing somewhere at victoria housekeeping with a random flower pot in view and will either have no caption or they’re followed by an emoji that’s sort of contextual with the images and then he doesn’t check his phone again for like seven hours. it’s 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 it’s also like, sweetheart. half of the pictures have you out of frame. 

hugo would have you and lycaon take pictures of him just to tease you. he’ll be posing in some new lingerie he got, or maybe he’s shamelessly naked, batting his eyes as he asks you and lycaon to kindly help him with taking pictures. and though hugo’s really not trying that hard to pretend this isn’t 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. it’s endearing, but eventually the tables have turned a bit too much for hugo’s liking, causing him to just pull lycaon into the bed with him until he’s clearly gotten the hint of what it is hugo really wants. hugo won’t complain if you insist on capturing his wet pussy soaked with lycaon’s 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 won’t 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. he’ll get embarrassed if you play it back, especially if he can hear himself, but hugo’s asking for whatever videos you have with lycaon in them and will keep them safe and sound—he’s 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. 

lycaon could probably be easily wrapped into roleplaying if you pulled your strings right. put him in any setting that he’s familiar with and he does well. he’ll get all into it too, buying props and whatever else he’d 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 he’s also unfortunately spilt some on his shirt, meaning lycaon now has to take it off and redress him and hugo’s not going to just let that happen so innocently. 

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 he’s happy, but you have to give him a gentle reminder every now and then, whether it’s making him get on his knees or simply just leading his gaze to the problem between your legs that needs fixing. he’ll 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 isn’t shy during this time; he really was meant to play this role, tending to every one of his lover’s needs even if all he has to do is simply lay there as you fuck him over and over again, he’ll do as you say, no questions asked. 

hugo can’t really take any genuine roleplay role seriously, so it’s not something he really likes being the star of. he’ll 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 isn’t hugo’s thing; he prefers spurring it onto you by surprise. maybe you’ll be walking around lumina square one night and in the corner of your eye you’ll 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. he’ll spout some one-liner about how you’ve finally caught up to him and for a moment you’re confused until you notice the way he’s playing with his hair, biting his lip with his ankles crossed in a way that tells you he’s been frustrated. he says his line again, a little more sterner now when he doesn’t see you budging. he’ll pretend you’ve got him cornered, and when you step forward, he leans against the wall and allows you to cage him between your arms. he can’t fight back the smirk as he looks at you with a lustful gaze, asking, what are you going to do now that you’ve 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 he’d been waiting for you to. 

on a similar topic, hugo gets a little kick out of public sex. 

lycaon won’t 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. it’s not a common occurrence but he’s 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 you’re 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 he’ll do is brush against you, or maybe even squeeze you through your clothes so long as it’s not within anyone’s 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, hugo’s 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 doesn’t think much of it, bidding you two a goodnight after reminding you of their available membership card. you’ll 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. he’s less risky with lycaon, though he’ll directly call him a bore for not wanting to do something exciting; it’s 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. 

thinking about predator/prey stuff with them.

hugo’s very receptive to being sort of snuck up on (though it can be extremely difficult to even do so unless you’re at home) and will absolutely melt if you come up behind him while he’s 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 it’s not really intended. if you’re 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, he’s stalking you. the fact he’ll stand there and just stare, observing every breath you take and every little twitch or movement is proof enough that it’s not entirely something he’s doing out of consideration. he’ll get embarrassed if this is pointed out, especially if one of you finds him slightly hunched with his ears back like he’s 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 he’s being watched. lycaon’s gaze is icy and strong, something you can feel from miles away yet have no idea where it’s coming from; if you and hugo were really prey, you’d have no idea what direction he was coming from before it was too late. 

lycaon will always catch you and hugo in the end. even if you’re faster, lycaon’s 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 he’s pinned against a cold wall, too exhausted to even try and wiggle free from the grasp if it was what he wanted. lycaon is patient—he always is—but 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 lycaon’s clothed one. to hugo’s sheer satisfaction, lycaon’s pace is rough as he ruts against him, humping him into the hard wall he’s 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, hugo’s moans would never be heard. 

lycaon’s more merciful with you. he takes it a little slower, stalking you more than he is chasing you down. you’ll never hear or see him, no matter how hard you listen or look for him. every now and then you’ll feel a chill, a clear indication you’re being watched, but there will never be anything there when you look around. eventually you’ll pick up pace, and finding some sort of shelter, you’ll quickly dive in, shrouding yourself in the dark and attempting to hide before you’ve scurried away. when you think you’ve lost him, that chill comes back, and suddenly you’re thrown onto the ground with your wrists pinned into the grass. beneath lycaon’s 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. he’s 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, you’re forced to take his pussy until he’s satisfied. 

this whole last section includes pre-op stuff and descriptions of breasts, so please don’t read ahead if the topics make you uncomfortable or dysphoric.

if hugo didn’t straight up just get top surgery the first moment he could, he’s actually quite happy with his breasts. he used to never see the appeal, even when people would give him look-overs in public, he didn’t really care much for them until he got with you and lycaon. he’ll see the way lycaon’s eyes divert just for the briefest second, how he keeps his head turned away, and at first hugo won’t understand until he realizes that he’s 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 thiren’s 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. 

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. 

just to really entertain himself, he’ll bring you and/or lycaon along to buy a new bra with him, and may even let you pick—lycaon takes it very serious at first. he reads all the tags and feels for the texture, making sure it’ll 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, “but it’s a bit boring, don’t you think?” 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. he’ll 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 he’s able to collect himself. for a moment he’s speechless, unsure if it was a joke, until he simply says, “i think that would suit you quite well, hugo.” 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 lycaon’s heart to leap in his chest once more.

you might actually get hugo to buy more than just one. depending on your confidence, you’ll 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 he’s going to get it. he feigns disinterest until you give him the pleading look he wants, and then he’ll go oh alright with a dramatic sigh and a comment about how he just couldn’t say no to you. he’s silently intrigued if you offer him something especially provocative. if you’re specifically shopping in a lingerie section and hand him something that’s just a couple of strings with maybe some padding if he’s lucky, even he can’t hide the extremely amused look on his face. he won’t be able to stop himself from teasing you if you’re too shy to bring him anything, or if you do bring him something and it’s much too sweet and innocent compared to what he had in mind. he’ll get whatever you want him to, alongside his own personal options which mainly include something simple yet sexy; sheen, lacy, and dark. 

he’ll be the type to invite you into the fitting room with him too. he’ll never push if you insist on staying outside, but he’s 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 shouldn’t. now while hugo won’t try anything in a public fitting room, he’s absolutely not afraid of getting you frustrated. he’ll tell you to settle down if you get too handsy, more than pleased to show off his new purchases once you’re in the privacy of your home.

lycaon’s not really the type to wear lingerie or certain clothes in order to arouse you, mostly because he doesn’t 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 he’s happy with just that. most likely he’ll 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 he’s worked up the confidence to even wear it, and even longer before he can wear it in front of you and hugo. one day he’ll just get a random surge of confidence, and that’ll 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. 

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. 

lycaon’s nipples aren’t sensitive unless he’s 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 he’s not very sensitive around his chest, it does make him sigh out if you’re sensual enough with it and give him a kiss between them. 

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. he’ll do this if you’re showering together, when you’re looking down at them too often but don’t wanna push a boundary and outright just grab at him. he’ll 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 he’s noticed your staring. and then he’ll smile and guide one of your hands up to touch him, allowing you to cup and grope him as you please. 

lycaon’s very gentle about playing with hugo’s chest. he does it when hugo doesn’t expect it, when lycaon has his fingers somewhere deep in him, and knowing that hugo’s 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 he’ll bite his lip, pulling you down into a deep kiss. hugo circles lycaon’s nipples with his thumbs in rhythm with his hips rutting into lycaon’s as he rides him through their clothes. when his nipples get swollen during his heats, hugo’s lips are soft around them. placing scarce kisses, he’ll let his teeth graze against them, smiling when lycaon almost lets out a growl at the feeling. 

hugo will let you fuck his tits too. it’d start as a blowjob, lips enveloping your cock until he’s taken you down his throat. and when your dick’s covered in spit, he’ll take it between his tits, clasping them around your cock and sliding you between them. then he’ll 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. it’s 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. 

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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 don’t even have jane but after seeing her in the main story i was very drawn to her, so fair warning she’s gonna be ooc but this is pretty short anyway. half proofread

also i do want to clarify i don’t 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. she’s always so amused by everything you say and do, especially when you’re doing something for her. like you stopped by orchidea’s and got her a bouquet of flowers that you said reminded you of her? she thinks you’re just the sweetest thing even though she’s 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 she’d be a little sickened but it has her heart aching just the littlest bit and she can’t 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 might’ve gotten her she’s going to love the flowers regardless and take the utmost care of them. she’s got a cute sneeze that she’ll 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 she’ll lie and say it’s simply for your sake. 

or you wanna buy her some lipstick but don’t 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 they’ve become literal nubs. and, just for your kindness, she’ll be sure to place many kisses on your face, and if you got her any color that appears bright on your skin tone, she’ll be sure to use those frequently just to see your face littered with her kisses. she’s 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. 

she has a makeup routine she keeps private, that is only reserved just for her. she’s got a ton of different shades of everything, for the right moment and the right time. you’ll 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 she’ll 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 won’t 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, she’s keeping it all on for the rest of the day/night. and if you’re good with makeup, she’s especially impressed. if you also wear some, she’ll do yours, and will make time to have a session where you can just do each other’s makeup. she’s 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. you’ll come home later in the day and find jane sleeping in your bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets and even scattered shirts and jackets. she’d 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. she’ll 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, you’ll find things disappearing from your home (usually clothing) that wind up in either her home or on her person. she doesn’t outwardly wear your clothes, like she won’t 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 she’d been wearing one of your favorite t-shirts under her zipped up jacket the whole time you were out together. she’ll give your things back if you ask really nicely, though she’ll 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.

she’s 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 you’ll have to give her a kiss. or if you’re someone who gets distracted by work or hobbies for too long, she’ll 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 wouldn’t let anyone else get as close to her as you do. she’s actually quite gentle and soft when it’s just the two of you. she’ll lightly drag her nails across your skin, mapping out your body in her mind. she’s warm and comforting, and it’s hard to feel unsafe knowing her abilities. she’s possessive, though not too obviously. you may not even realize that you smell of her perfume or that as you’re walking together, she has her hand in your pocket. you’ll suddenly find you’re wearing a necklace or ring adorned with a gem that perfectly goes with jane’s eyes.

in private, she’s a lot more caring than outsiders would assume. she’s very in tune with your emotions and thoughts, and always seems to know what you’re feeling before you do. she’s never low on food, so you’ll definitely be eating with her around, especially if you’ve got a sweet tooth, she’s got you covered on that. though she is also very conscious about your well-being and isn’t afraid to be strict about how much junk food you eat. if you’re sick, or going to be sick (because she definitely has an internal radar on your health) she’s 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 doesn’t say it, she doesn’t want to put you in any more pain). she’ll make or order you soup and even spoon-feed it to you if she has to—and probably will regardless just to tease you a little—and ultimately is just always by your side. if you’re not living together, she’s made your home hers as well without you really knowing, though she’s 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 she’d ever expect herself to, doing most of these things around your home unintentionally. you certainly soften her up a lot, but it’s a side only you get to see which is what makes her actions so much more cherishable. 

back to the topic of physical affections.. she often becomes more affectionate when you’re tired, or sick. it’s not totally intentional, though it does help that she shows her softer side for you when you probably won’t recall it as vividly. of course this annoys you and makes you all huffy, but she just finds your frustration cute so at least there’s 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 can’t seem to stay on your own feet. she’s obsessed with your warmth, and you will often find her curled right up to you somewhere in the night as you’re sleeping. if you wear large shirts or jackets, she’ll sneak her way in with you, totally shameless in the way she basks in your warmth and melts into your arms. if you’re 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 she’ll even wear two at a time, enveloping herself in your scent until you’re back together and she can keep you all to herself again. 

if you’re truly upset about something, she becomes serious in a flash, dropping all acts. especially if you’re not any sort of proxy or hollow raider, she becomes very defensive of you. if someone is of threat to you, she doesn’t hesitate to do research and do what must be done to keep you safe from them. if the problem isn’t 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. she’ll pull you close, head to her chest and gently caress you with soothing pets. she’s not the best with giving straight advice, but there’s 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 can’t make. she always seems to be one step ahead, ready with a plan for when things go awry—her loyalty for you is impenetrable.

if you’re a proxy, whether you work on the field or from afar like phaethon, she’ll sometimes weasel her way in to help. whether it’s clearing out ethereals on the sidelines or simply creating a quicker path to the exit, she likes to know that you’re safe even if she doesn’t outright say it. if you’re a hollow raider, she especially likes to be working alongside you. she likes to say it’s to fill time because she’s bored and needs a little exercise, but really she goes with you to make sure you’re safe and that you don’t get hurt. and afterwards, she subtly checks you over, making sure you haven’t been injured. she’ll even sew up your clothes if they get ripped, but she won’t ever say it was her doing. even if you don’t do either of those things, she’s 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, she’s on the case. sometimes she’ll find herself feeling ridiculous for this behavior, but she can’t push down the love she feels for you no matter how hard she tries. she’d literally collapse buildings just to get to you, and she definitely won’t be showing any mercy to anyone who fucks with you.

if you’re her size, she likes to make you wear her jacket. she doesn’t quite understand it, but she instinctively likes to wrap you up in her clothes. it’s less of a ‘i want people to know you’re mine’ kinda thing and more like she doesn’t 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 can’t see you. jane doesn’t want to be one of those weirdly overprotective girlfriends that doesn’t want her partner having any friends or anything, but if you’re just a regular civilian without any sort of fighting experience, jane is going to be a liiiiittle bit of a hoverer. like she’d be tracking you with your phone just to make sure you haven’t wandered into a hollow or something. if you’re friends with people she’s never met, she’s reading all about them and finding all their online profiles, and if anyone strikes her as weird she’s 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 she’s confident she’ll be there to save you if need be.

she’s 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 can’t 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 you’ve made her breakfast or dinner, pouring her a cup of the exact drink she’d 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 she’s got piled up. and when she wakes up before you, she can’t 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. 

and because i’m 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. she’s probably told people she’s your wife once or twice before without even thinking about it. despite how smart and observant jane is, when you propose she literally doesn’t expect it at all. there’s 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 doesn’t see coming. when you ask, she’s silent for so long that you think she’s 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 she’s 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 she’s actually got friends, she supposes she wouldn’t mind if they were invited to like, a small dinner party or something just in your apartment. and maybe she doesn’t want anyone else but you to see the beautiful wedding dress she snagged that she knows she’ll 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. 

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random zzz post but i’ve 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 doesn’t 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 it’s just pretending that you’re doing it for yourself, like asking to lay down with him and cuddle, which he agrees to because it’s for you of course, and though it is a nice experience (not everyone gets to be so lucky) you’re really taking the opportunity to let him relax. you know he genuinely enjoys doing what he does, but it’s not often that lycaon himself gets the same treatment he gives others. 

he’s not so experienced with relationships, but he’s also a fast learner. he’s done his research; he’s 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, he’ll partake in ‘cuddling’ 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, he’s stiff at first, but soon gathers the confidence to relax in your hold and lets himself sink into the warmth of your arms. but lycaon’s not always sure what to do with himself. you’re holding him, but if he’s not planning to sleep then what does he do aside from simply lie there? it’s easier said than done, he thinks. it’s not easy for him to particularly turn his brain off, but he admits it’s nice to just lay down and literally do nothing. and it’s comforting, feeling the way you breathe against him. with you right beside him, your safety is guaranteed.

you’re warm, and it makes him feel warm too. he’s relaxed, even when he can feel your piercing gaze right on his tail; being in a relationship with lycaon, he’s already granted you the permission to touch and give him affection as you wish, though his tail has been something you’ve stayed away from, mostly out of fear—you 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 he’s 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 doesn’t let you wallow in your worries. he’s 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, he’s 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. it’s almost impossible to pull away, but eventually your petting comes to a stop when his tail begins to wag involuntarily, just for lycaon’s sake.

one evening, lycaon does something that really pulls at your heartstrings. you had suggested he rest with you in bed, and though he wasn’t tired, he took up the offer. he’s still in his usual attire, though you did manage to convince him to at least unbutton the vest. you can tell he’s 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 you’re sure he’ll still find a place that needs dusting anyway) but to your luck, that doesn’t happen. he releases a heavy sigh, relaxing completely in your hold. you know he most likely doesn’t plan on falling asleep right now, but regardless you don’t 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 you’ve 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 he’s 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 he’s 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 wasn’t that much different from when the temperature would be colder and he’d keep his nose somewhere close to your skin for warmth, but this act in particular seemed less deliberate—you could tell it was intimate, and definitely not something he was meaning to do as evidenced by the way he suddenly stills, like he’d only just noticed his behavior. you expect him to pull away with an apology and a clear of his throat, but he doesn’t. 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 you’d really begun to notice it. how when it was just you two, he wouldn’t appear tense or on edge, and instead there was a sort of playfulness in the way he’d 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 he’d have his mouth slightly agape against your neck, just letting his teeth gently rest against your skin. during these moments, he never bites down, doesn’t 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. it’s a display of affection you don’t ask about, but it’s strangely adorable. when he’s relaxed, you’ll 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 ear—the 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. 

it’s hard to tell when lycaon first goes into heat. at first, there aren’t 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 he’s 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 doesn’t appear different; he’s not stressed, angry or overly concerned. you ask him how he’s feeling and he simply directs the conversation back to you. you’re so caught up in his affections and acts of service, you don’t even realize how for that past week, he’d been practically herding you back home each time you’d 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 he’s always willing to make time for the proxies, and yet you don’t recall even saying goodbye to belle and wise when you’d 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 hadn’t even realized what he’d been doing. he firmly apologizes with an averted gaze and a promise to make up for his behavior, but you can tell that there’s something he’s not quite telling you. and when he does tell you, you’re a bit awe-struck—heat 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? you’re not actually sure yet). the topic seems to fluster him, though he’s 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. 

during the period of his actual heat, he never strays far. he can’t help but continue in his catering, making sure you’re hydrated and have eaten, always offering to make you a meal or a snack, but he can’t 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 he’s finished with his tasks, he makes his way straight back to you without another thought. you don’t say it out loud of course, but it is just a bit dog-like in the way he practically trails after you, even when you’re just going into another room. you don’t outright tease him for this behavior but it is tempting to, especially when you’ll 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. it’s not even really mother henning despite how often he’s over your shoulder and watching your every move for any sign of discomfort. he’s just.. there. all the time, by your side. you don’t notice it, but there’s 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. 

and when you indulge him, finally finding the time to just be with each other, he’s almost constantly nuzzling his nose against you, which is something you’ve 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 you’ve only done once before, and you set it upon the bedside cabinet before he’s 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 doesn’t dress down often, not unless you really ask him to, but right now you’ve got him completely bare. though he still wears his prosthetics, this is by far the most you’ve seen of him. he’d 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 he’s aware it’s only going to get ruined again by the end of the night. still, you don’t 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. 

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 hadn’t 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. you’re 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 don’t mind it.

you can tell that lycaon is still unsure of this vulnerability, but you also know he’s one to trust his instincts—and 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 doesn’t need any preparations, not while he’s 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. 

you don’t question him further, giving him what he wants and slowly inching your cock into him. he’s much tighter than you expected him to be, but he doesn’t 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 doesn’t 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 can’t help but moan again when you slide your cock all the way back in, and even you can’t 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 he’s 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 can’t 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. it’s hot and sleek inside of him as he grows wetter by the second, and with each thrust he’s 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 wouldn’t 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. 

his soft moans are occasionally interrupted by irritated huffs as his patience runs thin. uncertainty lingers in the back of his mind; he’s not sure what it’s 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 doesn’t 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 he’s not sure if he even can take any more—but maybe, for one night, losing control wouldn’t be so bad. 

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 lycaon’s form beneath you. cold metal surrounds you as his legs make their way around your hips—he knows you’re close, making sure to squeeze around your cock, both eager to make you finish and desperate to have you fill him up until he’s lightheaded. your thrusts become quick and shallow as you snap your hips against his. he doesn’t budge, only squeezing his pussy tighter in encouragement until you stutter; cock twitching, you make sure you’re 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 he’s falling flat onto the bed. his pussy flutters and squeezes as it milks out every last drop of your seed. even when you’ve pulled back, letting just the head of your cock sit inside of him as you continue to pump him full, you don’t bother moving away any further. he’s beyond grateful you don’t try to pull out—he’s not sure what he would have done if you had. 

he’s almost panting now, his stomach caves with every little twitch of your cock. there’s 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. he’s so full, but it’s just not enough. 

he makes a sound mixed between a pleasured sigh and a growl of frustration as he speaks, “more, i—” 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 don’t seem bothered however. there’s only intrigue and—to a bit of his embarrassment—lust evident in your expression as you look down at him. your hunger for him only further increases the ache between his legs. finally, he’s able to muster the words, “it appears i require more of your.. assistance.” 

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. you’re obviously more pent up than you realized—your cock, already hard again, slowly eases in and out of lycaon’s 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.

you’re 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; lycaon’s pussy, hot and full, squelches against the weight of your cock. he tries to slow down, but he can’t help himself from humping your cock, wanting so badly to be filled again and again. you meet his thrusts, and lycaon’s 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. there’s no reason to play it gentle anymore, not when lycaon needs his fix and badly. 

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 he’s 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 don’t 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 you’re 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. lycaon’s the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him, with his head leaning into your touch. if he was a cat thiren, he’d most definitely be purring right about now. the thought has you pecking at his lips, bringing him into a gentle kiss. 

you stay inside of lycaon. you’re positive, even with just how calm and tired he looks, the moment he sees any mess between his legs he’d get right up to tend to it, and with such a rare state of bliss, you’d 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 supposed—and 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. it’s hot between you, with his fur against your skin and his warm breath at your neck, but you don’t 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. “i apologize. i wasn’t quite myself, but—” 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, “if you were willing to do this with me again, i wouldn’t be opposed to such an offer.” 

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 heart—apparently lycaon being in heat was obvious to everyone but you. go figure.

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Bullet train thirst OM,,

Talking Tangerine through it so well that he’s slurring yes to everything. Teasingly joking about wanting to put a baby in him in passing and he’s gone, flat out nodding and swearing and begging for it

Refuses to talk about it after his haze passes

ohh, i love that. 

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. he’s definitely got his cycle tracked, both in an app on his phone and also a physical calendar (and if there’s any sort of hiccup in his cycle, he is looking straight at you).

and then one night when you’re fucking him, his brain’s so foggy he almost doesn’t register it, you’re talking about fucking a baby into him, and then that was it. you said it like it was nothing, but you’re still fucking him. and though you’ve 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 wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you came inside of him. he’d probably feel so full, and he’d be so fucking tired afterwards, breathless and hot too. yet he fears he might ask you to do it again—and 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 he’d totally kill you if you really did get him pregnant (that is if lemon’s merciless teasing didn’t kill him first) but he can’t fight the pang of arousal that builds at the thought. you know it’s crossing his mind when he starts adjusting his collar or tugs at his sleeve; he gets antsy, like he’s 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 can’t bear to look at you too long. the seed is planted and he’s totally weak to it. as stubborn as he is, he’s so easy to get riled. this sort of thing lingers until he’s forced to acknowledge it. honestly it’d be a while until you had sex again, just out of pure spite. you’re kissing and undoing your clothes and the second you open your mouth to speak he puts a finger to your lips and goes, don’t 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 you’re inside of him all the thoughts he’d been burying come forward and he finds himself choking and gasping like a lovesick idiot. 

you don’t even have to say anything, he’s got the image of you filling him and getting him pregnant clear in his mind already—he’s bed bound, completely yours. already pregnant, there’s no point in a condom, and there’s 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 he’d never give you the satisfaction, but he’s already got himself hooked. he knows it’ll 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 he’s 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 you’ve 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 doesn’t regret one fucking thing. 

this fantasy would be an insane guilty pleasure for him. like realistically he knows it’d be stupid as hell and he wouldn’t 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. it’s a control freak’s 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.