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He inhaled a deep breath. Giving his mirror self yet another smirk, he crooned, “Hey there, library girl! Your favorite Vice Captain has returned.”

“Vice Captain Lohen!” he imagined you saying, smiling from ear-to-ear as you did so. “I missed you so, so, so, so much!”

Then you’d go flying into his arms, and he’d give you a little spin, and you’d both start laughing, until eventually you guys kissed or something—.

“Fuck,” Lohen spat, kneeling with his face in his hands. “I’m so fuckin’ lame. I could barely even hold her hand, so how the hell am I supposed to kiss her?!”

He hadn’t spent the past two weeks on the return trip home thinking about this at all. He most definitely had not been fantasizing about you, or thinking about the way you held his hand in Dragonspine, or dreaming about those plush-looking lips of yours every night straight for the past five years. When he stabbed the Wild Hunt and ripped his enemies to pieces in Nod-Krai, he most certainly did not think of the cute librarian girl who sent him a letter every month, and he most certainly had not used that as motivation to stay alive.

“Fuck!” he hissed, curling his fingers into his hair. “You’re the fuckin’ Vice Captain of the 5th Company! And you’re gonna lose your sanity over a girl?”

A pretty girl, that smelled like Windrest Flowers, and smiled like the sun, and had that cute little lilt to her laugh, the kind that lovesick bards would kill to hear even once because it would fuel their ballads for years—.

Lohen let out a frustrated scream, furiously tousling his hair under his hands.

All he needed to do was act natural.

“Can I help you, Vice Captain?”

“Nope,” Lohen said immediately. He whipped his hand away from the library door, swirling around to face away from it. “I’m good.”

Lisa laughed under her breath. “She’s been waiting for you to come back, you know. I think you should at least say hi to her.”

“Huh?” he asked, his eyes widening. “Wait, really?”

There was surely no way that you had missed him as badly as he had missed you…right?

“I’ve never heard her talk about a real man more than a fictional one, so you must be quite important to her.”

“Wh—...huh? She talks about me?” He pressed his hand to his face, feeling the burn of his cheeks. “You’re serious?”

Lisa blinked at him, like she couldn’t fathom why he asked. Raising an eyebrow, she smiled as she asked, “Isn’t that only natural?”

If Lisa said it, then surely she was right. Who could understand a woman better than another woman? Sweet Barbatos, you were so into him, weren’t you?!

“Heh,” Lohen said with a smirk. “Thanks.”

Lisa had given him all the courage he needed. He’d waltz right through that door, just like normal, and when your eyes met his, he would not lose his cool. Because you had been talking about him. Because, obviously, that meant you had missed him. With his newfound confidence and a pep in his step, he sauntered right into the good old Mond Library, his heart rate remaining within normal limits.

Until he saw your back, that is. You were on a ladder, sorting through books or something to that nature, and Lohen’s words were completely stuck within his dry throat.

It wasn’t too late for him to turn around.

Your head whipped around desperately, trying to find the inconspicuous hare’s voice within the dense woods surrounding you. The floppy set of bunny ears on your head were no match for those of Lohen’s—a pair of hare ears that stood straight and were able to detect sound like no other. Feeling your heart pound against your ribcage, you were entrapped by the dire sensation of fight or flight. To run meant to invite him to chase, but to fight was certainly going to end in disaster. What was there for you to do other than to stand paralyzed, unsure of when or how Lohen was going to torment you this time?

“Boo!”

You screamed when you heard his voice, and with a maniacal laugh, he barreled into you. The momentum of your collision sent you both tumbling across the earthen ground, snapping branches and crushing fallen leaves in your wake. Your head was spinning by the time you stopped, that frustrating hare pinning you to the ground beneath him with a cocky grin on his face. You could already feel the bulge in his trousers, pressing into you as he leaned closer.

“You’re terrible at this,” he said, laughing. “Can’t you make the hunt a little more fun?”

“No!” you replied in a sputter. “I didn’t agree to it in the first place!”

“You think you’re gonna be agreeing to it if some other hare catches a whiff of you? If anything, you should be thanking me. It’s great training.”

Your chest heaved with erratic breaths. Staring up into his crimson eyes, your legs squirmed around his hips, heels digging into the mossy ground. Lohen watched you with his shiteating grin, letting you rut against him as your instincts overwhelmed your sensibilities. Rather whiny about it, you wailed, “What kind of mate are you?!”

“Oh, so now I’m your mate.”

“You’re the one who went and decided it!” you sputtered. “Be responsible for your actions!”

“I didn’t decide anything. All I said was that you’re a bunny and I’m a hare. It’s literally in our nature to fuck like crazy, so why not fuck each other?” His teeth peeked through his grin, one of his tall hare ears twitching as if it were nodding in agreement. “Less risky that way, yeah?”

You fervently shook your head. “Don’t talk to me about risk! You’ve put my life in danger for your ego ten times already!”

“Hey, hey—I’d never put you in danger,” he replied stubbornly. “I just use you to attract danger. I love messing with those horny rabbits that come running after you. It’s great entertainment. But,” he said, eyes twinkling, “I’d never let them touch a hair on your pretty little head, Bunny.”

“So then why do I have to train for it?!” you whined. “If you’re going to handle them anyway, then cut the theatrics and fuck me when I ask you to!”

“Jeez,” Lohen said, wincing. “Someone’s needy. To think just yesterday you smacked me for grabbing your ass.”

“You grabbed my ass in public!” you growled. “At work! In front of so many knights!”

“So? How else are they gonna know you’re mine?”

“You are so irritating!”

Your nails clambered for purchase along his shoulders, your hips humping against the curve of his lap. Wetness spread through your undergarments, soaking into the crotch of his pants as you repeatedly mashed yourself into him. Lohen watched you struggle, snickering as he saw fit.

How did you even end up like this? You were simply a new addition to the Knights of Favonius’s ranks, and not even as a member of the militia force. Your role was one that was both simple and safe, a career path that your parents had always desired for you. Your mother had warned you time and time again that a good bunny remained out of the line of fire, kept her head down, and did not get entangled with hares.

“Lohen,” you were whining, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your cunt throbbed, your hips flailing up against his. “Please, I need you.”

“Oh? ‘Need’s a strong word, Bunny.”

“You motherfucker,” you gasped, nails digging into his coat. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it?”

He snorted. “I think you’re begging plenty already, Bun. I’m just taking in the view, you know?”

“Ngh,” you grunted, hinging your knee forward, then back. Again, you pressed your crotch to his, and your leg moved with a mind of its own, your foot stomping into the ground beneath you. You pressed your eyes shut, feeling a shamed heat spread through your neck and into the tops of your cheeks. Your leg jerked repeatedly, and as your stomping grew faster, Lohen only laughed. Leaning his mouth down to your jaw, his voice ghosted hot across your chin.

“You’re so cute when you start thumping, Bun,” he purred in a low, rumbling voice. “Almost makes me wanna fuck you.”

You thumped your foot again, your heart pounding ten times as hard. Letting out a series of embarrassing, dissatisfied grunts, you wriggled beneath Lohen, your animal instincts flaring through your core. Slick upon slick upon slick—you were far too ready for him, but just like a troublesome hare, Lohen did not abide you. Your nails clawed at the fabric of his cape, tears budding the corners of your eyes when your angered grunts mixed with needy whimpers.

What would your parents think if they could see you now? What would your mother; the woman who warned you about hares since you were a child; say, were she privy to how attached you had become to one? You were supposed to be your parents’ golden bunny, yet here you were—laying on the forest floor with a hare on top of you, pleading for him to fulfill your carnal desires.

The worst part was that you didn’t care. Let your parents weep over their disappointment of a daughter. Whenever this hare set his hands on you, you felt alive.

“Please,” you were whispering, high-pitched and breathy. “Lohen, please, I—ngh.” Another involuntary thump of your foot. “I want you.”

He chuckled against the soft of your floppy ear. Giving you a playful nibble, he whispered, “Good job, Bun. I think I like the sound of that a little better.”

You exhaled, your breath shaking as it exited your throat. Lohen reached down to his hip, and when you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper, you whined his name. He glanced at you with those gorgeous red eyes of his, the ones that had gotten you so whipped for him in the first place, and gave you a smirk so coy, you could die for him right then and there.

It wasn’t the fact that he was a hare that had you so entranced by him. It was the fact that that hare was Lohen.

“Lift up for me?” he asked, giving your legs the lightest of touches. You moved in accordance with him, and as he guided you through it, he said, “Uh-huh, like that.”

His teeth poked through his charming smile. Eyes roaming the length of your body, Lohen purred, “Good girl…you’re so flexible.”

Your knees quivered by your head. Truly, you weren’t built to bend or twist like this, but for Lohen, you would try.

“So pretty,” he murmured, his hands stroking the backs of your upturned thighs. His eyes were trained on your cunt, a flush of red decorating his grinning face. “Are you as wet as I think you are, Bun?”

Desperately, you nodded.

He relinquished a close-lipped laugh. “Guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.”

The sensation of his hot glans against your slick folds sent you curving back into the moss. You reached for your knees, keeping them held back for him, even though your body burned from the strain of it. Making sounds that you’d rather die than hear when you weren’t in a mating state, your toes curled into your flailing feet.

“You’re thumping the air, Bun,” Lohen said, like it wasn’t already obvious. He continued to smear himself up and down the length of your cunt, providing barely enough stimulation to suppress your feral urges. You recalled how full he made you feel, every single night over the past seven days of knowing him, and grunted pitifully.

Hares were generally larger than bunnies—faster and far more powerful, too. Maybe that was why you were so attracted to Lohen, who was lithe like a bunny on the surface, yet so unmistakably hare below the belt. The stretch of his tip against your hole, teasing you, had you sobbing.

“Fuck—me,” you choked out, trying to thump, thump, thump. “Lohen, please. Do something useful, please.”

His sly grin fell from his face. Staring down at you with an open mouth, he began to pant into the air, his ears twitching erratically. Watching your face still, he rubbed his beading head against your sensitive clit, and in a murmur, said, “I wanna breed you so bad.”

That was the thing about hares and bunnies—they both had an insatiable desire to fuck, fuck, fuck—but they weren’t compatible for breeding. That was why bunnies like you were taught to be wary of hares like Lohen, with their silver tongues and promises of sweet nothings. Your whole life, you had been taught that a hare only wanted one thing from a bunny, and that was to use her as he saw fit.

“Bun,” Lohen said, red-faced and gasping. “I wanna breed.”

You couldn’t, and yet—.

“Put it in,” you gasped back. “Lohen, if you want to breed, you have to put it in.”

He let out an odd, strangled noise. Maybe he appreciated the fact that you didn’t point out the obvious, or maybe he was getting influenced by your own state of need. Whatever the case, Lohen’s thick head sank right into your dripping hole, and with a gradual push of his hips, you were full of him.

Were you crying? Were you calling his name? Or were you praying to the Archons above for forgiveness?

“How do you—,” Lohen’s breath hitched. “How do you want me, Bun?”

“Hard,” you slurred. “Hard, Lohen, hard.”

His boots shuffled across the grassy forest floor. Half-squatting over you, Lohen placed his hands to the back of yours, helping you keep yourself ever so delicately folded in half for him. After a glance at you, assessing your comfort level no doubt, he quickly smacked his pelvis to yours.

You were flailing again, your throat hoarse from your cries. Slowly, Lohen’s girth retreated within you, and right when you were just a touch from empty, it shoved into you all at once all over again.

“Lohen,” you were sobbing, your nails digging into your own flesh. “Lohen.”

“Bun,” he panted back. “You’re…so fuckin’ tight.”

The slam of his hips punctuated his sentence. This was almost too much for you.

“Fuck, I…” Lohen hissed aloud. “I want to breed so bad, Bun. Fuck a bunny right…into you.”

With each final word, came another forceful pound of his dick inside of you. Your lower lip was quivering from your sobs and whines, and when Lohen noticed, he squeezed his hands around yours, hesitating.

“How do you want me?” he asked tenderly.

“Harder,” you choked. “Even harder.”

Lohen held you midair. It was unfathomable, how quickly he could fuck you while also supporting all of your body weight in those lean arms of his. You had never doubted Lohen’s strength, but it was times like these that reminded you just how lucky you were to have a hare like him.

Your back was pressed to a nearby tree trunk, giving Lohen the leverage to grunt by your ear. The way he chuffed and whined, nuzzling against your floppy ear with lustful fervor all the while, made your mind feel fuzzier than the ears atop his head. The pound of his hips was relentless, reminiscent of a hare in rut, and as the wet slaps of his body against yours filled the air around you, you worried for a moment that you may attract the attention of any keen-nosed rabbits who happened to wander by.

“Bunny,” Lohen was gasping. “Your pussy feels so good.”

What could you do in response to that, other than grab a fistful of his hair and wail? His breath hitched against your sensitive ear, and in a growling voice, he asked, “You gonna take it?”

Yes, yes, yes—of course you would.

“How much?”

All of it. All of it.

Lohen laughed, that giggle slowly turning into a hot moan. Pounding you so fast that you weren’t sure your womb would make it through this, he dug his teeth into your neck and groaned.

“Bunny,” he mumbled through mouthfuls of your skin, sharp pain mixing with sweet pleasure. “I wanna give you a hare that looks just like you.”

Why did your eyes bud with tears, when you thought about the impossibility of it?

“Fuck, Bun,” Lohen gasped, fucking you so hard your back shifted up the tree with each thrust. “You’d be such a good mom.”

“Please stop,” you sobbed, your nails clambering for purchase in the flesh of his shoulders. “Lohen.”

“You’re gonna give me what I want,” he whispered, the bridge of his nose ghosting against yours, “won’t you, Bun?”

You biologically couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t.

“Yes,” you whined anyway, throbbing and clenching around his plunging dick. “I will.”

His eyes widened. A shadow of darkness cast across his face, and in a soft, tiny whisper, he said, “Thank you.”

His mouth was on yours before you could think to respond. He kissed you hard, filling your mouth with the taste of mint bubblegum, a silly habit of his that you had found quite bunny-like for a hare, but was quickly becoming one of your favorite parts of him. Stretching your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close, the taste of your salty tears dancing between your clashing mouths. There was euphoria, there was longing, and there was a gnawing ache within you—the pain spurred from your inability to meet your mate’s needs.

If only you were a hare, like him. Strong like him, fast like him, able to keep up with his every move the way he was able to keep up with yours. Maybe then things wouldn’t be so hard for you. Maybe Lohen would be happier.

“I love you,” he said when your lips parted, his cheeks as crimson as those sweet eyes of his.

Your lower lip trembled.

“Fuck,” he spat, his eyes fluttering shut. “Here you go, Bunny.”

Dear Gods, this was what you needed. To feel him pumping you full, filling your womb with every last drop of his love for you. To cum from the pure stimulation of his affections; gasping, hot, and blinding; knowing that even if his seed would never take, he loved you.

“Good girl,” Lohen whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Really good girl.”

“I love you,” you whined back, hiccuping through your sobs. “I wish I could be a mom for you.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry over it, Bun.” He smiled, his eyes softening. “You know I was just saying things, right? I don’t want you to stress over it.”

“I just,” you croaked, “want to give you what you want.”

“…You really do love me.”

You nodded. Lohen chuckled.

“Well. I’m glad you picked me, Bun.”

Your hands smoothed out around his shoulders. He leaned in so close, his smiling lips brushed yours.

“You can do it,” he crooned. “I’ll just fuck you until you can. Sound good?”

You smiled, laughing in spite of your tears. Nodding, you said, “That sounds wonderful, Lohen.”

“One more time then?”

“One more—time!”

Leaning your head against the pine-scented bark, you offered your prayers to Celestia. Once more, your favorite hare began another passionate attempt to complete you, and you couldn’t have been more enamored with him if you tried.

Sure, you may have been a bad daughter. Disobedient and unwise. But whenever Lohen touched you, you never felt anything but the love between you. If that was so wrong, then you didn’t mind being bad at all.

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

Lohen is.... Still getting the hang of aftercare. Personally, he doesn't want to be the receiver. In fact, he quite likes any and all pain you give him. To him, it's a love language.

For you, however, that's different. You are the entire reason why he's trying in the first place. Lohen is surprisingly gentle as he rubs salve on the open wounds and scratches marks he has given you. Lohen hums in satisfaction as he looks at his work, begrudgingly putting plasters over those sweet, sweet cuts and bruises. You swore you heard him whisper that he'll miss one of them as if he isn't going to cover you again in marks, hickies, and wounds later.

Don't get into a bath with Lohen; he'll start to regret having you wash everything he's done to you down the drain.

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

Lohen's: his hands are his favorite, His hands dextrous yet terrifyingly strong; these hands have ended lives, and these are the same hands that touch and grope and give you pleasure, which Lohen gleefully brings up when his fingers are knuckles deep inside you. An honorable mention, if it counts, is his teeth. Personally, I think Lohen has sharp canines, which he frequently uses on his partner's body.

S/o's: legs and thighs. Especially thighs. Soft, strong yet sensitive, plush. He likes how easily they bruise. He likes the way his knife presses slowly against the plush skin until the skin breaks. He likes it when they tense up when his tongue runs across the cut, licking up every drop of your blood. He likes how they feel in his mouth when he bites down. He likes the way they close around him and squeeze when his mouth brings you pleasure. He will take personal offense if you don't squeeze as hard as you can. He loves when they tremble and become limbless when you're cumming.

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

If you are not covered in wounds and cum he's doing something wrong.

Everywhere and anywhere, your face, your mouth, your chest... Your thighs, your ass inside you. Deep inside you. Let him make you filthy.

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

He has drugged you, and he has fucked you while you are passed out. Multiple times.

At first, it was just an experiment tampering with something that would make you sleep better at night after you complained. And then he saw how... Tantalizing you were, knocked out and at his mercy.

You do thank him for the sleeping solution He has made for you. So you take it every night... And Lohen happily presses his entire body against you, rutting his cock between those thighs, grabbing handfuls of you and pressing you hard against him. I can't even help myself in placing a hickey on the back of your neck.

You never know it's there. You notice that some people get a strange look, but that's about it. And you also notice Lohen has that suspicious smug smile on his face as he insists on walking behind you. Every time you ask, he has the same thing: "mh..? Oh nothing... Just admiring you."

His other not-so-secret dirty secret is that you just want to keep you drugged and reliant on him. He fantasizes I'm coming home and seeing you warming his bed. It'll be like keeping a pet. A pet that he fucks and feeds and bathes.

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

Would you believe me if I said no? Would you believe me if I said he tried to have sexual encounters in the past to no avail?

He learned an alarming number of things from outside sources. What outside sources? Use your imagination~! They are all legal, I promise.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes doggy. He likes grabbing fistfuls of your hair, pressing you down onto the pillows until you're struggling to breathe as he slams his hips into your plush ass over and over. Leaving red handprints of where he strikes you.

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

He can be, but I don't think you want him to be... Hey, goofs off during sex in a way that would unsettle you. No particular reason other than the fact that He secretly gets off to it.

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

Lohen personally keeps himself shaved every now and then so he can't be bothered to deal with it later. He also likes the burn he feels after he waits for a while.

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

Lohen has the romance of a rabid rabbit in heat. He has his own twisted ass way of showing romance. He thinks flower petals and lit candles are tacky. He thinks dinners are boring. Drugging and kidnapping you and keeping you in an unknown location where you're all his to do with as he pleases for a week? There we go... Now that's romantic.

I'm serious. He thinks there is nothing more romantic than two partners sharing every waking second together. There is nothing more romantic than Lohen taking care of you and being in complete control while you're completely dependent on him for everything.

Don't act like you don't like it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why would he jack off when the real thing is right here? Why would he purposely downgrade himself to just his hand when your holes are his and his alone to use for his pleasure?

Though he does like masturbating in front of you. And he does like watching you do it... But that's the only exception.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves marking. He loves leaving his mark on you so much that it's some kind of fetish. He has traced the tip of his knife against your thigh, spelling out his name multiple times. His eyes have a distant look as if he's contemplating whether to give his knife just a little more pressure. He is so sick of you being so afraid that you might hurt him. Stop hesitating, cut him with the knife already. He's straight up asking you to mark him. He wants to wear your marks. How many times does he have to tell you? Bite him, scratch him, and do it hard! Bite him so hard that he can run his finger across the scar for weeks as he giggles and kicks his feet, thinking about you.

Fear play: That fear in your eyes gets him harder than he cares to admit. He wants to be the one to twist that look of fear on your face intoint pleasure when he fucks you so hard. All you can think about is him. He will press his crossbow between your legs, put a knife to your throat, and tell you to grind on it.

An example for S/o with a uterus:

You warned him to be careful because today you are most fertile. He burned the look of your eyes going wide in panic when he pressed his hips firmly against yours as he spurted every hot load of cum he had for you. Only for him to laugh and tell you that he can't have kids even if he wanted them to begin with. He is, in fact, infertile.

The taste of your blood is his favorite flavor.

Noncon/freeuse:

He loves, loves, loves seeing the panic in your eyes when he sneaks into your place when you think he's supposed to be working. He puts a dagger to your throat and takes you right then and there. He wants you to fight back. Please fight back, try to hurt him. Don't hold back when you do. Even better if you grab a weapon. Don't worry about him. Don't even think about hesitating. If you think you will accidentally kill him, then you must be deluded, or you think he's weak.

Corruption:

If you are otherwise innocent or naive about anything in any way, and you just started dating him. You will not be the same when he's done with you. He will ruin you and demand you thank him as he covers you in shame. He calls it cuteness aggression.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I don't know how to answer this...

All I can say is that he probably has a checklist of where he wants to do it. His bedroom gets boring after a while. He likes the risk of his office. Though he can't do it too often or else his dumbass coworkers will get suspicious. He likes the adrenaline rush of doing it in public.

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

That far-off look you get when you're either drugged or drunk out of your mind. It's his favorite thing. He doesn't like touching himself but when he does do it when he can't have you that he's thinking about.

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

Lohen WILL NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SHARE YOU!!!

You have a ticking time bomb of a partner who you literally have to try to disarm when someone else tries to flirt with you.

The last time someone thought you were single, Lohen reassured you that everything was fine. You couldn't walk for a week, and somehow magically, you felt so weak you couldn't get out of bed. But don't worry, Lohen happily provided you with everything~

"oh... My dearest you're so weak! You don't feel too well? Aw... It must have been something you ate~or maybe you're still sore? That's understandable if you are... Especially after the night we had."

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

MAKE HIM GAG ON IT! SUFFOCATE HIM! SUFFOCATE HIM RIGHT NOW, CUT OFF ALL BREATHING UNTIL HIS VISION GOES WHITE! LOHEN DEMANDS IT!

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

The pace of a rabbit on aphrodisiac in mating season.

Fast rough deep combination of those two

Slow grinding is saved for nights.

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

Lohen has been reprimanded far too many times for public indecency. Basic tasks are boring, and he needs an outlet for anything thrilling, something that will get his blood pumping and sweat rolling down his body.

What? Are you on your lunch break? Ah... Whatever. Don't worry about it, he'll just give your boss some excuse that he needs to borrow you for a second. He's a knight after all.

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

Yes. Sometimes he has a bad habit of experimenting without telling you in the middle of sex, which is something you have talked to him about more times than you can count.

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

"'No more, no more? You can't take it?' YES YOU CAN! I-hhuugh~ d-Don't care if you can't take it! You can and you will! I will-I will fucking train you to do it slut!- oh y-yes, squeeze... Just Like that! O~oh? Are you crying? Mmmh fuuck You going to make me cum if you keep making that face~ fuck Yes my perfect darling!! I'll drain my balls for you till they burn!"

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

"Anything's a toy if your brave enough... " - Lohen probably

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I can see Lohen being a massive bully in bed. But I can also see him having little to no patience and just giving everything in anything to you.

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

Unapologetically noisy.

Growls, moans, whimpers, broken sentences, threats, demands, Maniac laughing.

But never begging... Do not ask him Do not try to get him to beg he'll do anything but begging????? No he'd like to see you try.

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

Personal headcan of mine is Lohen Is completely infertile from all the experiments that has been done on him Lohen either completely lost the ability to have kids, or it is very, very rare for him to conceive.

Another personal headcanon of mine is that Lohen has an age difference kink directed at people older than him. He will take it as a personal challenge if anyone brushes off his flirting because of his age or because of how young he looks. He loves breaking people who infantilize him. He gets an insane power trip from that.

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

He is actually well-endowed. He is a grower on the lengthy side but still has a good amount of girth, vany and he is circumcised.

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

Be thankful that Lohen Is biologically infertile.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)