Jeanie-Boo

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

That's a thing??

That's not just a thing people on the internet made up?

When you explain it to him, Toby just stares at you with a straight face. "I was go-going to do that any- mhn- anyways." As in, people don't do that?

He's quick to immediately scoop you up in his arms, tugging you close and burying his face deep into your hair, trying to envelop himself in your scent. Toby is always needy when he's busy with his "Meine Tau-Taubchen."

Toby's idea of comfort is squeezing you flush against his chest, trying to keep you as close, as long, as possible. He'll try to sync his breathing with yours, his scarred and rough hands keeping the contact on your back and waist. He'd plant kisses along your cheeks and lips, trying to keep his warmth burning in his chest.

He's like an infant— He needs the skin-to-skin contact— lying in bed, stripped down to almost nothing, keeping you both as intimate as possible. He doesn't care if you're both sweaty or covered in fluids, he just wants to be as close to you as possible, and fuck anyone who dares to bother either of you when you're like this.

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

His arms— Gods, it makes him chuckle to himself the second he notices you staring— his ears burning. Toby knows what they can do, extremely aware of how freakishly strong he is. He gets all giddy when he remembers that he can toss you around like you weigh nothing whenever he feels like it. The sound of you squealing and wriggling in his grip proves to him that, yes, these are the pest part of his body. Especially better when you rest against him, using him as a pillar of comfort, holding onto him like a connection to this world.

Toby can't help but feel himself get all hot and heavy the second he glances at the bitemarks on his forearms, the scratches lining down his biceps like red veins. Just how peaceful you were last night— comfortably laying on his arm— curled into his chest, using him like a human heater.

On you though, your thighs. Not even in a perverted way... That's a lie but listen— Just how warm they are when he lays his head down after a mission created by the devil himself. Your fingers laying against his scalp, exhaustion seeping deep into his bones, making him finally give up and sleep for once in his life. How warm they are when they squeeze around his waist, trembling with the abuse that his cock does to your insides, spearing deeper until you finally cry out. Just how fucking hot they are covered in his semen, tightening on his cock while he fucks the fleshy masses, pathetic whines escaping his own lips while his hips stutter, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"F-Fuck, dove— Hnngghnn..."

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

Doesn't matter what gender you are, he'll mutter "You're so pretty when bursting with my cum, taubchen—" right into your ear, fucking you like he's trying to purposefully impregnate you... even if that's not possible.

A gross mutt with a pension for covering you in his seed, you'll be filthy by the end of the fuck-sesh, skin glistening with the ivory semen.

Practically a fetish with how desperate he is with it.

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

A definite secret that you've probably noticed if you count your underwear— He is quite the klepto when raiding your underwear drawer.

He hides them in his own because he knows that you aren't gonna go digging through all of his stuff, and especially not in there. Later, when you aren't around, he uses the quiet to make the filthiest sounds in his lonesome.

Toby buries his nose deep into where your more privates would rest against the fabric, the sensation of the smell making his head spin and his cock throb in his hand. He can't help how thick the ropes when he finally releases with a strangled groan, painting the blankets. Sometimes he'll use your underwear to clean off himself, making sure he stains the gusset with the sticky white.

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

He is taught by porn and couples he watched through windows before sending them to shake hands with their maker.

In other words, the moment he got a boner for you, he was a bit screwed. He spent more time fisting himself to the thought of you being the once clenching around his cock rather than it being his fingers.

He was rather glad when you willingly guided him, letting him finally getting a rhythm. Toby is a fast learner, so expect him to be a near master by the third time he gets you under him.

Not to mention his absolute sailor mouth that progressively gets worse.

"Sh-Such a s'good lil' dove... A tight lil' thing y-you are, hmm?"

"Fffah-Fuck— C'mon, spe-speak up. Sss-Sing for me, lil' birdie."

"You ffff— fuck— fucking feel s-so good— Sssuch a pre-pretty l-lil' cock-whore you are, hmm?— Ah, fuck—!"

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary or cowgirl— Anything where he can easily see your face. So romantic, right?

No but seriously, he wants to be able to see you for every second of it. He has a serious staring problem when it comes to you, wanting to see every twitch of your brow, the way your pupil dilates, your bottom lip trembling as you struggle to hold in moans.

He wants to be able to see what exactly is going through your mind during sex, changing his pace depending on how he feels your feel. His high empathy makes him attune to you, just how harshly his hips will snap against your thighs. He'll slow down if he sees your lips press into a thin line or speed up when he notices just how your eyes flicker down for half a second.

Toby is not stupid by any means and is incredibly curious, especially when it comes to you. He wants to know what makes his sweet dove tick, how to draw out the sweetest moans from you, just how much you can take until your eyes roll back into dumbifiction.

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

He wants you to take him seriously, so for the earlier stages of everything, he treats everything like the world will fall apart if you aren't fully pleased by the end of the night.

Though, he quickly learns that it's not... that big of a deal. When you chirp out a small joke or whisper something lighthearted into his ear, making him chuckle softly, he learns to loosen up.

It's not the end of the world if he sometimes cracks a joke— and he finds himself more comfortable with you than before. He's not really one to go out of his way to make a fool of himself, but he indulges in your silliness if you show that side of yourself to him.

Just.. don't make fun of him...

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

Toby keeps himself trimmed a good amount. Just because he can't feel pain doesn't mean he doesn't notice the prickles against his skin when it grows too much or how itchy it feels. He cannot stand it all.

He keeps it at a middle-ish length but will impulsively shave it all off if it begins to bug him too much... Then he regrets it.

If you ask him to shave, expect a "ssssssuurrreee..." and then he never does it. He loves pleasing you, but he's also like a defiant child when he comes to small stuff like that.

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

Tobias? Romantic?

Cute thought, dove, but the most romantic thing he'll do it bring you flowers from out in the woods... Actually, that is really cute— but he's not all candles and rose petals. No.

... Although, he is sensual, if that's what you mean.

His thumbs will rub small circles on your hips, coming down to gently hold your hips up while he trails kisses from your collar to your jawline, a sheepish smile on his lips. Toby is shy about it, feeling like that teenager that couldn't even look a girl in the eye.

"You're s-sso a-amaz-amazing.." He would mumble against your skin, chewing on the inside of his lip, barely able to keep his fingers still from the nervous shake in them. Toby loved the way you wrapped your arms around him, returning his affections. He realizes just how starved he was this whole time, like, he could've had this?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He did it before you, and he does it with you.

Gooning is a part of him, I fear.

He does it with one hand over his mouth, breathing heavily like he just finished running a 20-mile marathon, slowly stroking to prolong it as long as he can. How badly he wished it was something other than his hand, somebody to press their hands against his chest and use him like he was meant to be.

He's more than obsessed with the pressure, more than needy when he comes to earning that high. He even does it when you're nearby, somewhere in the house. Some part of him wants to be caught so you can come and comfort him, so you can climb on top of him, letting your warmth intertwine with each other.

Another part wants you to narrow your eyes, stare at him like a misbehaving dog, just to call him a good boy when you use him like an at home seed dispenser.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

If you haven't slightly picked up on it at all, the man has a pet play kink that he's not even fully aware of. He loves wanting to please you, always staring at you with puppy eyes, chewing on his nails while he waits for your reaction on something. Some will confuse this with me calling him stupid, he's not.

The moment you make him feel stupid is when he gets snippy, otherwise he's a good boy. You can play into that praise kink of his while also running your hands through his hair, tugging at the strands when he goes too far.

If you somehow convince him to put on a collar, it becomes a dumbification tool instantly. The way he'll switch from calm and collected to absolute stuttering mess with a pink face, sheepishly smiling at you— Gods, he's so adorable like that. He's much easier to top like this.

As mentioned in C, Toby has a breeding kink— To an extent. The idea of you carrying his offspring, him being able to put that final claim and have an excuse to settle down, he practically drools. Although, the actual idea of having a child— He'll pass. He doesn't need to stress about being a good role model or not.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere.

No, seriously. If you have somewhere you want to do it at, or you're just feel frisky, he's more than willing to indulge. Seeing you hot and flustered immediately affects him and calls for action on his part.

A fair warning— Once he gets started, he's not stopping until he's finished. The sound of someone stepping close is not stopping him— Let them hear. Let them see just how good he's making you feel.

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

A hand through his hair followed by gentle kisses, it breaks him each time. Toby can try to act like everything you do doesn't affect him, but you both know that's just not the truth.

Little kisses on his jaw— lips and thumbs rubbing over the stubble he has yet to shave off— He becomes so stupid for you. He wants the attention more than anything. Toby is more than touch-starved, he's malnourished.

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

Do not call him daddy. Do not be condescending. Do not HIT him.

Those are his big three, honestly. Toby was watching porn out of boredom, and then was shamefully jerking off to it, and he was instantly snapped out of his arousal because a girl once called out daddy right before he was going to cum, and it's like a switch was flipped. Boner = gone. He was pissed to say the least. Left the idea of sex alone for a year afterwards.

And, if you're male/amab, he's NOT doing it to you. Yeah, you're gonna get a chuckle followed by "eh, no." At least he's straight-forward about it.

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

That man is more than prepared to bury himself between your thighs, wanting to be suffocated by the scent of you. Toby wants to drown, please feel free to tug on his hair and squeeze him tighter— He will never deny you the feeling of him going down on you ever.

He is most confident there, his tongue flat and slurping your juices up like it's the only source of hydration left. His hands are demanding as he holds your hips in place, palms sinking into the dips of your pelvis, fingers digging sore spots in your skin.

With reversed roles— He struggles to sit back, his tics switching into overhaul— unable to stay quiet for any reason at all. Pops, clicks, and desperate moans are pouring from his lips in rapid succession, an embarrassed rouge staining his cheeks.

Toby's thighs tremble, trying to stay still for you— A hand over his face in an attempt to hide his shame as his hand shoves you further down on his cock, forcing your nose deep in the brown locks there.

"Pl-Please— Plee-ease sweetheart-! Agghhhhnnnnn— *tic*— You ffffff-fuuucck—fucking te-tease— Please, lemmecumpleasepleaselemmeplease—!"

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

His pace is uneven, unable to choose whether he wants to take you slow and sweet or absolutely ravage your body until neither of you can move tomorrow morning.

Poor Toby, whining in your ear while his hands struggle to find a place on your body.

"Please, swe-sweet dove, le-lemme ruin y-you, ple-pleasepleaseplease..."

One minute, he's so gentle, holding you down while with lips against your neck. His body is burning with needy, desperate want. Then the next moment, he's plunging himself in as harshly as he can, reeling out any reactions he can from you whilst fighting the urge to come with every stroke.

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

They happen more often than not, frustrating as it is to him.

He doesn't want to stop, but unfortunately, duty calls. Just imagine the look on his face when Masky yells for him a fourth time to hurry up— Toby practically growling under his breath in irritation as he zips up his pants and gives you a quick kiss goodbye.

He's so entirely sour about it too, grumbling the entire way to the mission location.

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

He's pretty open unless it involves certain subjects— thing is that he doesn't even know his own triggers— so feeling fully confident in trying something new with you is pretty meh.

He's always so prepared to cradle you, even more so prepared to sweep you up and press you against the wall the second you ask. He's the perfect pleasure-man and doesn't care about the fact that Masky is in the adjacent room.

Honestly, I have more to say about this in T, so we can catch up on more there.

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

Way too long. He'll keep going until he's shooting blanks into you, just to feel all of you for longer. Toby is desperate for you, for your body, for your touch. He is willingly to fuck you into oblivion if that means that you'll dig your nails in his back more.

Within hours, his body is shaking and telling him to give up, but he can't feel none of that. No, he can't, and he doesn't care.

He's rather listen to the feeling that is overwhelming his senses with nothing but pure dopamine and oxytocin— which is you in his arms, clenching around his cock and biting into his shoulder to muffle your whiny moans.

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

Hi there from R, let us continue.

No, he doesn't own any and wasn't going out of his way to find them. Why is this, you may ask? Well, he just doesn't quite find the appeal. Toby does in some sense— like, yeah, an item that can easily bring you pleasure without the possible rejection of a living partner— but...

He likes the feeling of the warmth of another. He wants to reach out touch the softness of flesh, not the fake plastic that he would be gripping just to get a quick orgasm.

Although, wait, before you swat your broom at me! — Toby finds the idea of you using them, whether on him or yourself, that gets him hot under the collar. A vibrator pressed against the underside of his cock, shaking pleasure throughout him and making him grasp the sheets tighter.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Toby is such a little shit when he feels like it, and that comes to trying to get your attention. He's not going to ask you, nah. Tugging at your clothes and nipping at your shoulder, hell yeah.

Little bastard. He knows you aren't going to do anything about it either— You love the attention, and he is very aware of that... but he also loves any and all attention you give him.

The moment you turn around and start returning the favor, he's practically shaking in his boots, that puppy tail of his wagging while his cock twitches in his boxers.

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

Extremely. Loud. Talkative, whiny— Stuttering over and over again about how good you feel on his cock— Unable to calm himself down.

There's been nights where an incredibly grouchy Jeff has banged his fist on Toby's door, yelling out " Shut the ever-loving fuck up, you twitchy moron! Keep the porn production in the woods! " at the top of his lungs before trying to go back to sleep.

Safe to say, sex stays at your house. Sometimes.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

He is grossly obsessed with stretchmarks on any kind of body. So much so that he will stay awake all night tracing them up and down your skin, his fingers trailing along the thin and thick. You'd think he's been entranced, and he basically has been. On your thighs, stomach, arms, back— he's so gentle about how he touches them.

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

A decent size— Well, that's a lie.

There's that myth that all scrawny white guys are packing too much stuffing in their briefs to even be excusable.

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

He is head-over-heels for you— and so is his dick.

Toby is always twitching to be near you, just so he can touch you in some way, his shaking fingers always reaching for your own. So, best believe that he's always looking to get under the covers with you— Already throbbing as his back arches.

Even before meeting you, he was pressing his hips against one pillow while he bit down on his arms and hands. He was aware of how "pathetic" he was then, and how he is now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's gone in the blink of an eye, the second you finally lay down, he's already passed out next to you. He was just waiting for you to get comfortable before he even attempted to try and sleep.

Toby is doting... Loving... A bit perverted... but damn, that boy can sleep.

By the time you wake up the next morning, you'll both be overheating, covers only resting on your feet. He's still sleepily holding you tight, completely unbothered by the dripping heat.

You're not escaping by the way. You're staying there until he wakes up.

A/N : I struggled on some of these, my own perverted ideas overtaking the character himself haha anyways ben next. This did take longer than I would've liked it to, as in writing.