domestic creature/adam frankenstein x reader headcanons ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
cw: none!
a/n: i had the urge to write these fluffy hcs before i went to sleep (i want to dream of him giving me a big hug tonight as we make dinner together hehe). i hope you enjoy <3
he doesn’t go to a barber for…reasons so you cut his hair for him
the first time he gripped onto his hair so tightly you though he might rip it all out; you could tell he was nervous – you knew how much he liked his hair so you had to promise not to cut too much off
just a healthy trim!
he trusts you completely with his hair now, so much so he even falls asleep as you give it a bit of maintenance
he likes to make dinner but at the start it lowkey sucked
you let him read your cookbooks and he’s an amazing chef in no time
he has you trial his baking too and he’s always so anxious you won’t like the new recipe he used
like he’s wringing his hands in the apron you made him and everything
but, of course, you’d love anything he makes
he’s such a fixer-upper! you complain that the faucet is too leaky? the next day it’s been fixed. you need a stool to reach a high shelf? you can already smell the wood he’s sawing. perhaps a doorway is too short for your height? he’s got that sorted somehow!
he is the keeper of the forest after all…
he always feels guilty asking for seconds (ok who am i kidding it’s thirds he’s a big guy) since he thinks you’ll die on the spot if you don’t eat enough but he has such natural puppy dog eyes you’d feed him the whole pot of food without having a single bite
speaking of, he has learnt to oh so slightly use his puppy dog eyes to his advantage (most of the time he doesn’t realise he’s even making the cutest face you’ve ever seen in your life)
if you have to go out and work in the garden but he wants to cuddle juuuuust a little while longer he will be pulling them out
he does feel super guilty doing it though but not enough to stop
he just craves your affection and validation so much can you blame him?!
he reads books to you all the time but the first time you decide to read he knows he’s fallen in love with you
absolutely loves when you two discuss opinions on whatever novel you have been reading
getting to debate over this and that, especially knowing you take him seriously, is riveting for him
you don’t treat him as if he’s incapable of critical thinking unlike some people (cough victor cough)
the first kiss you two shared was actually very awkward
he kept his eyes open and you miscalculated the height difference between you two and you felt so awful for ruining his first kiss you cried
but then he panics because he thinks he did something wrong and upset you so now he’s freaking out and on the verge of tears too
he reverts back to old habits and starts shrinking away from you in fear
he’s brave enough to ask what he did wrong and you’re so confused because no, no it’s what i did wrong
now HE’S confused because he thought it was perfect and amazing and romantic
now you’re both staring at each other like??????? 👁️👁️
anyways many improvements were made since then! you guys will communicate everything
he loves to kiss you on the forehead when you wake up
and before you sleep
and before you walk away from him to go to the bathroom
basically he’s always giving you a lil smooch on the head
if you do it to him he will melt and he’s not ashamed about it
real lover boy
oh you definitely made a robe for him, and probably a new wardrobe too, and he’s constantly wearing it around the house
you make sure not to throw out or damage his old clothes though since you know how much they mean to him
he appreciates your thoughtfulness so much it makes him weep
it’s a bit too small since you didn’t have enough material lying around the house but he loves it since you made it
an added bonus for him is that it smells like you
you’ll catch him sniffing it and when he realises you caught him he’ll try pretend he was doing something else but he’s so bad at playing it off 😭
he gives up and sheepishly smiles at you instead
ever since then you’d make sure to spray your perfume on his clothes you freshly laundered or made for him
he loves to get you gifts! mainly books if you both share that passion but if not, he will try his best to find something he knows you’d be interested in
he might write you a poem, get some fruits you like, try his hand at sewing clothes for you, the list is endless really
there’s nothing he wouldn’t attempt for you
it might not turn out the greatest but seeing his hopeful face and the amount of effort he put into it is more than enough for you
i like to imagine that when he was so far north he had to learn to fish, so i think he would also like to teach you how to fish too
you both have a great time and although you suck at fishing he would never be cruel to you about it
he might tease you a bit
you had to teach him what teasing was btw
the first time you did it to him he looked so deeply hurt because he thought you were being serious my shaylaaaaa
now he’s got the hang of it! his delivery might be a bit awkward but it’s part of the charm
can’t sleep without you being in the bed with him
he actually doesn’t need as much sleep as you do but just getting to be in your presence is so calming for him
it’s basically meditation
he’s still on high alert though, he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you and he always fears that ever since you chose him (he swoons whenever he says the words in his head), outsiders will target you too
anyways
he enjoys being the big spoon but being the little spoon is his guilty pleasure
he also likes to sleep with his legs tangled up in yours
you complain about how cold he is but you lock your legs together before he can move away
a blessing during the summer and a curse during the winter
i think he enjoys a lot of tactile experiences so getting to feel your skin brush against his just does something to him
he was scared to let you see his body at first
he thought the scars and mismatched skin you turn you away from him like so many others
instead you empathised for all that he’s been through
you both cried in front of your fireplace as you each recounted the scars, both physical and mental, you carried
sometimes his skin or his bones or his scars ache terribly (who knew reanimating a corpse would have that effect) so you make special ointments for him and rub it into whichever part of him is sore that day
perhaps he cries
always holds your hand when you do this and just…stares into your eyes
Corn plate posting but I just noticed that the old blind man has a musical instrument so Adam knows about the existence of music and maybe he knows songs and even plays that instrument 🥹
writing a frankenstein x fem! reader fanfic where she basically parallels Elizabeth harlander in the new netflix movie ...might release in a couple of days im so excited to share it to you guys shohdghosghgishughui. Here is a rough chunk of it!!
the official fanfic is here!
(creds to aquazero for the header!)
“That is my name. Could you say it?” You whispered your name again, pointing to yourself, hoping that it'd at least understand the gesture. Its eyes merely gazed, oh so observing and rather squinting, daring to mimic how your mouth moved. Eyes strayed from the usual forums of men, where they held at least one ounce of desire towards you. No, it held something else entirely. Curiosity, perhaps? A dark amusement and need? That, you weren’t sure of. Its limbs crackled slightly, inching to move closer to you. There, you could finally see more of the creature’s true appearance against the candle light.
A visage of too many people, a portrait melded with mediums that could barely hold it together. Stitches strewn across its body, the only dignity given to this forlorn artificial life was a blanket, and a pair of trousers that cut near its thighs for wear and tear. It had hair, long and unkempt, and a figure much too tall for a normal person. In fact, its proportions were truly bizarre. Legs too long, and the creature’s hands were big, bigger than yours. It could have killed you at any given moment, thrown you against the wall or choked you to death within the same clench of mangled palms. Yet when its cold fingertips pressed against your neck suddenly to feel how you said those very same intonations, you couldn’t help but feel the absolute reverence in them. The gentle tracing, barely pressing against your fragile skin lest you bleed. It–no, he, he knew exactly what he was capable of, and what your limitations were.
Victor said he wasn’t intelligent, and God, was he so wrong, as moments later, did this creature of the night whisper your name amidst a dungeon with stilled water and rusting pillars.
KINDRED - the creature (frankenstein’s monster) x reader
DESCRIPTION: you’re trapped in the clutches of an unforgiving snowstorm with no food and a faltering shelter. your exhaustion overtakes you, and you welcome death with weak arms. but your reaper is not quite what you’d expected… NOTES - i have not stopped thinking about this film since I saw it. obsessed is too weak a word. i’m back to play around with my writing some more, i hope you enjoy. leave me all your thoughts and opinions. i love them <33 | next part
⸻ one ༒︎
The snow was unbroken in its pure whiteness, crimson left only in its wake—a deep, windless trail you could only stare at in awe.
It wasn’t true that you had been comfortable in your bed, but asleep was enough. It was the most sleep, in fact, you’d been rewarded with in weeks.
The snowfall was thick and unforgiving, and your house was buckling in on its splintered legs. There was no safety in the depth of the woods, surrounded by hounds and coyotes—vermin, and bloodshot eagles with talons sharp as crystal shards.
You had always been the weak one. Papa forever protecting you in your poor home, but it was all you’d come to know. All you’d ever be allowed to have. All that God—if He truly did exist—had decided to afford you.
So, of course, shelter in the rough meant the rough was unfamiliar. And this snowstorm had birthed thickets of plush white across the brick roads. The heads of your chickens, frozen, peeked through holes in the snowfall. Your cows lay twisted, rotted tongues falling through barbed wire at the edge of your shelter—opting to test their fate with a jump rather than die of suffocation.
You had been cold for seven sunrises, you counted. Starving for three. Papa knew the storm would kill you both, and he would not simply lie there and wait for it. So he set out to find a lasting meal—a stag, perhaps.
By day six, you were certain he had become a statue frozen in the alpines.
And you would join him by day eight, perhaps.
It was a marvelous thing, what adrenaline could do to a weak body. Only moments earlier, you had been blanketed in frayed thread, trembling so violently the world split into twos.
Yet that noise—
that God-awful, guttural noise.
Not animal. Nor human.
It called to you like a siren at sea.
Perhaps it was a cruel spirit, a demon sent from Hell to end this slow, meticulous death. Perhaps a wiser soul would have stayed put, allowed the cold to finish its work.
But you were ready then. Ready to enter the endless dream you so desperately needed. In your starved state, ribs thin as chicken bone pressing against tender pink flesh, it would be a mercy.
So you grabbed the dilapidated gun, gripped it tight in a skeletal hand, and limped for the door. And there it was—the first lick of color you’d seen since spring.
Blood.
Marvelous, fresh blood.
Perhaps it was no demon at all, but an angel sent to find you. An angel in the shape of a stag—dinner for a week, at least.
The snow licked your cheeks, flakes nestling in the hollows between your lashes. And beneath the whistles and howls, you heard it again.
Guttural.
Growling.
Agony.
Your head snapped toward the sound and suddenly—
Silence.
The moments that followed blurred together. A soft breath. True fear and realization tangling with adrenaline as it climbed, victorious.
You were not alone in this storm.
One more glance—this time toward the damp door, creaking and swinging violently against the push and pull of the wind.
Then warmth. Sudden. Suffocating. It tickled at the base of your neck.
Despite your better judgment—knowing full well the monster, demon, or angel behind you was far too close to be harmless—you turned. You would meet the eyes of your coming death and fester in its gaze as it lapped what little meat remained on your thin bones.
What you found was far more baffling than any coyote, wolf, or vermin you had ever known.
Dark, soulless eyes.
A mane of raven hair.
Skin mangled and pale—inhuman.
Fear struck anew.
Suddenly, you wondered if Papa was still alive. Sheltering somewhere warm, worrying himself hollow over you. Desperate to return. And when he did—would he return to this? This creature. Not man nor beast. Something else entirely.
No.
You stared up at the creature, and he down at you, and the air thickened. Perhaps he sensed it—your shift. From prey to predator. For as your hand moved to fire the gun, that same guttural sound—the one that had lured you into the snow—
sank you into it.
In an instant, the gun was buried beneath him. As were you.
The creature roared into the night, forcing you into the earth so violently you became part of it. Beneath the blanket lay logs and twigs.
Crack.
Pain bloomed—a deep, florid agony. It rooted itself in your skull and blossomed like moonflower across your mind.
The creature split your head open upon a log, perhaps in two. You pressed blood-dipped fingers to the back of your skull as a seething, salivating tower of torn cloth and bared teeth loomed above you—soulless eyes sparkling in the dead of night.
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
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・Your relationship with the Creature was slow in the beginning
・You were both apprehensive
・Not knowing if one would betray the other
・But one night you heard a cry, and it was coming from him. He was huddled, plagued by the past, feeling alone.
・So, you sat beside him, rubbing his back and soon he was in your arms. Tears dripping down his face
・You wiped them away, and held him tight.
・From that night on, you began to feel at ease around one another.
・Soft glances and subtle yearning
・Soon he begins to gift things to you... little things. Like a nice rock or a flower.
・And you treasure them
・He didn't realise you were friends until you told him. But he was ecstatic.
・But you had heard him many times say he wants a companion like him. One that won't die. So he isn't lonely in this life
・Even though you're mortal, you went to Creature and asked if you could be his companion
・He smiled at the thought. And even though, pain would happen in time, he wants you.
・He's very gentle when it's just the two of you. But when someone else starts to talk, he'll grunt and walk away.
・You moved in together, a small cottage away from too many prying eyes. Then came the animals. All types, coming to you for company, food, water,,,anything. An Creature does an amazing job at looking after them.
・You guys name each of the animals but can barely remember them.
・Whenever Creature is sitting on the veranda, for some piece, it is the exact right time for the creepy crawlings to make a home with Creature.
・Romance was blooming, nay, it was blossoming. A quick kiss on his cheek, holding hands.
・You knew the bond between you to would last your lifetime.
He knows about modern technology, such as laptops, smartphones, cameras, television, the internet, etc but he has no use for them. He has John for all of that
He does enjoy photography though and even has a dark room
Since he's been alive for over two hundred years, he has learned much about the world and the people in it. So he is quite intelligent and a quick learner
At this point he can speak different languages
He has managed to quell the involuntary movements of his hands by learning to draw and paint. He has a small collection of dioramas because he can create his own little worlds
He has learned to play the piano and violin
Some of the people he managed to befriend over the years helped him make and save money because living in a cabin in the woods wouldn't last forever
He has never been on a plane and once 'travel papers' became popular he decided to stay in Europe for good.
Both World Wars were a terrifying ordeal for him
For a time he was able to help people rebuild because they thought he was a horrifically injured soldier and had pity for him
The Frankenstein estate passed through a few hands and depreciated in value once the plantations were no longer viable, so Adam acquired it. He's still not sure why he did it
He no longer harbors a disdain for his own appearance but keeps himself unseen by the general public because he does not want the attention
He has yet to experience his first kiss. He has denied himself potential love and affection because he cannot die and everyone else will
Grieving the loss of friends is hard enough, he will not grieve a lover
Unfortunately for him, John is a romantic and shares such novels and movies with Adam
Adam is also a romantic but he doesn't want to admit it
Animals are calm in his presence. Despite his capacity for rage and violence, animals do not fear him. So the estate has become a sort of reserve
He has considered turning the estate into a sort of refuge for other 'freaks' but has yet to do so
John has already made jokes about the Addams Family
He is still soft spoken and rarely raises his voice
He learned how to dance a long time ago but has not had a dance partner since
The ballroom is full of the Frankenstein's possessions. No one has touched them in years. Adam is afraid of what he might find but he has read Victor's journal hundreds of times, trying to understand his place in this world.
He planted a maple tree in the garden himself when it was but a sapling. It is his most cherished possession
He is very protective of those who show him kindness
By proxy, he is protective of his guests
He will not hesitate to throw himself in harm's way if it meant others would be safe
If Adam is willing to do this for those who are not his friends, imagine his loyalty to those who are
He tries not to think about John eventually passing away. He's more afraid of his dear friend dying an unnatural death. He fears the rage he had kept locked away for so long
He is eloquent in his speech and doesn't use modern day slang. Even though he has a way with words, he gets nervous around the reader
Once the fluttering of his heart calms down, he is able to express himself more
Adam is very touch starved. Every hand hold or fingers brushing sends goosebumps across his skin
He longs to hold someone in his arms and in turn be held
But he's so so afraid of losing that intimacy
Adam doesn't wear modern clothing. You will not catch this man in jeans and a t-shirt. He prefers looser clothes that encompass his body. Think dress slacks and long sleeve button shirts, baggy sweaters, etc
He doesn’t really understand it, but will absolutely do it if it will bring you pleasure. Is not opposed to receiving a couple of fingers here and there, and would eventually be willing to try anal/pegging himself (it would take a LONG time though).
B: Body worship
Giving: Oh god. Oh my god. Yes. He LOVES your body and could spend HOURS tracing kisses and soft words into your skin. His favourite spots to worship are your hips, stomach, thighs, and butt.
Receiving: The first time you began to worship his form, he froze. You stopped to check in, and had to coax out of him that he was incredibly nervous for you to truly see and touch him. Your sweet reassurances that you love each scar that made him who he was brought tears to both of your eyes, and each kiss you brought to his ready flesh made him believe you more.
C: Choking?
He is willing to rest his hand on your throat, but only as a means of holding you close and feeling your pulse flutter beneath his fingers - he is not willing to restrict your airflow even a little. Likewise, he would find you caressing his throat with your hand and fingers and teeth to be sensual and arousing, but he would not want to be choked.
D: Dom or sub?
He’s verse, actually. He loves it when you lead the way and show him exactly what you like, how you like it (he especially LOVES when you want to get rough) and he loves when you let him show you exactly how much he craves you (a secret indulgence of his is fucking you slowly, and craves you begging him to go faster)
E: Erect length?
7 to 7.5 inches, slightly curved up.
F: Foreplay?
Dry humping - He loves making out with you while you sit in his lap. He is attracted to the thought of you in control, and readily hands it to you. You just so happen to show your readiness by grinding yourself into his hips.
G: Gentle or rough?
He especially enjoys slow and gentle sex. He likes to really take his time to appreciate you and retrace every line and crevice. His ministrations are sometimes interrupted by you getting too horny for him to continue, though, and it ends up getting rough anyways 🥴
H: Head
He will jump at the opportunity to give you head. He loves knowing that he alone is the source of your pleasure, and is fascinated to see you come undone so easily. Is hesitant to admit it, and he will never ask for it, but he loves it when you give him head.
I: Imagination (what does he think of when he masturbates?)
Look, sometimes the man is just horny and thinks abstractly about how good you feel around him. Sometimes though, he takes his time to visualize you on your knees for him, taking his cock so well in your mouth. Or he visualizes your face as you cum for him and moan his name. He has also fantasized about you bearing his child.
J: Jealousy
(A/N: uhhh y’all remember in the movie when Victor is showing William and Elizabeth the Creature in the basement, and when the creature sees Elizabeth with another man next to her, he makes that low growl in his chest and steps forward?? And Victor held him back?? 🤤) Ok. He gets silently jealous, but will make no mention of it - he sees how other men look at you, their gazes lingering for a little too long, at your lips or your figure. He knows it isn’t your fault you’re so beautiful or that other men desire you, but there is something that lingers in the back of his mind, nagging at him that he doesn’t deserve you. He does his best to translate these feelings into actions of devotion instead, such as running a bath for you after a long day, rubbing your back, and making love to you extra slowly.
K: Kinks
Voyeurism, impregnation, mutual masturbation, mirror sex, cunnilingus, and fellatio
L: Libido
By himself, he has a relatively low libido. My depressed girlies get it. His libido was actually quite a bit lower before he met you. He has a lot more to be happy about now, plus it isn’t exactly hard to get inspired with you around. If your libido is high, however, he will do his best to keep up.
M: Masturbation
He masturbates infrequently- whether due to opportunity, uncomfortable location, or headspace, he never really masturbated before he met you. Now that he has a warm bed and inspiration, he may let himself indulge here and there while you’re out (He does NOT want you finding out, but when you inevitably do, he’s delightfully introduced to the world of mutual masturbation.)
N: Noises
He is not shy with vocalizing his pleasure. He will moan, grunt, growl, purr, and sigh, both softly and with his whole chest. He craves your noises, and would crawl through broken glass to hear your blissful sighs against his ear.
O: Orgasm
Is NOT quiet. Will let you know exactly how you make him feel, and wants the same from you. Cums lots and prefers to finish inside of you (but there is something about seeing his seed on your tongue before it disappears that renews the heat inside of him)
P: Position
Cowgirl, because he’s a romantic and likes to look at your face when either of you cum. Reverse cowgirl in front of a mirror because it’s hot and he can still see you.
Q: Quickies
He doesn’t mind quickies per se, but greatly prefers when he can take his time with you.
R: Recovery
Is ready to go again within moments, again and again, as many times as you want. He may begin to question your sanity by #4 though.
S: Shower/bath sex?
Shower and bath sex are tricky with his size, but his strength makes up for it in the shower by simply holding you up or pinning you to the tile while you have sex. He would be more willing to have bath sex if the tub was larger. (A/N: uhhh, should I write a hot tub fic??? 😎)
T: Toys
Is not opposed to toys as time goes on, but would prefer to go without, especially your first few times together. For him, it is not about the act of getting off, but being vulnerable with each other.
U: Unprotected
He is absolutely willing to use protection if you want it, but this man is a sucker for feeling every inch and every drop of your pleasure.
V: Voyeur?
He loves watching you get off. It is much hotter to him knowing that you know he is there. Deeper into your relationship, he would be into roleplaying with you acting as if you thought you were alone.
W: Wet dream
While he is a romantic at heart, he is also a Man and a fellow member of #pervertworld. He dreams about how you get naked for him, how you look up at him so sweetly with his cock partway down your throat, and how you cry his name while your hand encircles your most pleasurable parts. Both of you have awoken at least a couple of times to his hips rutting against your ass.
X:Xperience
Does not have experience when you meet, and does not give any impression that he is experienced. Your first few times together are rather clumsy, but he gives you his full effort and attention every time.
Y: Yearning
Above all, he yearns to make you happy, and he shows it in his actions - through gentle touch, soft words, whispered confessions, tender lovemaking, and selfless acts of kindness.
Z: bonus: Biting
He more prefers receiving bites to giving, but thinks it’s very hot regardless. He loves it when you beg him to bite you, and he is more than willing to leave hickeys on your neck to let everyone know that he’s claimed you for his own.
He either gives none or worships you. There is no real in-between. He either is satisfied and goes to sleep or back to his lab, or he is practically tongue bathing you when all is done. Guess it depends on if he is having a good or bad day. Once Adam (The Creature) is made he is able to wind down those mood swings finally. Body worship will become more consistent over isolation.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Cliche, but he will say the brain. If you wanted something a bit more physically seen he will admit that it is the chest. How so much life blooms from there. The division of gender by something as small as excess fat. Ribs that cage a powerful heart. It is fascinating.
If he was to say something he likes about himself he would actually say his hands. They created life after all. They have history. They have scars, the pale palms compared to his copper skin, there is so much power and control in such small muscles and veins.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
There is something quite satisfying in watching his partner drink his seed.
Mommy issues run deep, man....
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Fuck him in his ass and make him scream. Pin him over his own lab table and show him who the true master is. If he got a safe space to be submissive there would definitely be a lot of problems avoided
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He actually has very little. He has read so many books, heard many people talk about their own affairs, but he never actually experienced much. He lost his virginity, yes, but thats....About it. He does, however, know a painfully large amount of how the human body works. With how he is able to touch you it is like he has had centuries of experience
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
If he is topping than he loves cowgirl. To watch his partner above him. Touch them and feel them over. See their body move, ache, squirm, and be a mess. There is nothing more divine.
If he is in submission than he likes to be forced on his knees with his hair pulled and face pressed so hard into the pillows he starts to suffocate. He wants it to hurt
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He can be sarcastic, teasing, taunting, but never goofy. It is almost like he treats sex as surgery. Goofy ruins the mood so fast for him. He isn't going to joke around. Ever
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
We all know this answer. Thank you Del Toro
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Once he gains more sexual experience does he will develope a deeper intimacy level. He is decently new to sex as a whole, and his emotional growth needs time. It starts off almost sterile, but with love and care there will be tenderness. It just takes time
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He feels he is above such a aracic action. To a degree he is, sorta. He never really had a desire to do such. Especially when with a partner. If he jacked off more he probably wouldn't be so damn bratty and angry all the time
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Choking. He wants to be choked. He wants someone to hold his life in their hands and decide when he is allowed to breathe and if he blacks out. He wants to ride that terrifying edge
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His lab. Bend you right over where he just finished cutting a body up. Table is probably still chilled from the corpse. Against the window is also a fun touch. Honestly every surface there is to offer in there
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Watching his partners body react to his touches and own actions. The way he can make you squirm with a single breathe, how he never needs to penetrate to make his partner cum. Call it just another experiment. Just another way to play God
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
When already playing God he honestly has no actual limits. If he has any you gotta be pretty out there to find it, and that in itself is exciting for him. A new experiment of sorts in a sense
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
As much as he enjoys reciving there is a pleasure in giving. Another means of power and control. To see what he has to do to make you ache and squeal. Him giving you so much and able to take it away just as quickly
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the mood. He loves to make sex a almost divine torture. Make it slow yet intense. Make you beg to cum. Have you weep for him to push you over the edge. Doesn't mean he wont accept a quickie.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Speaking of Quickies. He much prefers taking it slow and enjoying himself. But if you are eager and he is busy he will accept the offer. He is a very busy man after all. A total workaholic. Gotta get off when you can
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He doesn't actively take them, but if they happen by chance or accident he can not deny the thrill. He is already breaking so many rules of society as a whole. Maybe a quick shag in the graveyard after digging up a body can be squeezed in
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
With how much time he spends working he can be rather fatigued. It isn't like his stamina is poor, far from it, but he is taking quite a mental and physical tax in his experiments. Once Adam is made and you can assit in his care he is slowly able to bounce back. Instead of being worn out after a round he can go about two to three. Depends on what the sex act itself is, since foreplay is the 'best part' in his mind
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He prefers to call them tools over toys. He will feel envious and maybe even ashamed if you use them. That he feels he isn't good enough. It is a complicated mess. If you use toys by yourself he feels confliction. If he has the control it is different. That is always how it is. Control
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Borderline torture. Or maybe it is ACTUAL torture. Eh, you knew what you were signing up for when dating him. So you are into it. He will take it slow and he will make you beg for it, all with manic glee. Have you hanging from the ceiling, begging to be fucked, and he will be idle and act like he is bored. Might even leave you to hang while he visits town. Who knows. His mood swings are wild
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s decently vocal. At least when topping. He will grunt, and whisper about how good you are taking it. How much of a whore you are in whispers. He’s vocal
But when bottoming?
You pretty much are fucking a bitch in heat. He is whimpering and sobbing. He’s a mess that’s begging for more. He is pulling the sheets and a needy slut
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He’s had sex with a man before. What? It’s college. Who does he experiment in college?
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He has a dense happy trail that leads to a decent size cock. Certainly makes up in girth. Has a sizeable vein to touch and make him whimper
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Not high at all. He has cravings and temptations but his own aspirations overpower. Once the experiment is finished, and a success, he will develop a hunger. Not quite lust. It’s filled more with kisses and worship compared to sex itself
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Most of the time he’s clocking out hard. With the experiment finished he does survive a lot longer. He is just so mentally and physically exhausted it’s hard to stay awake long after. But with things finally on the right path he is able to spoon you and kiss at your neck until falling asleep
