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imagine bear is just someone you fuck occasionally, whenever you want, wherever you want. you work at cassell’s alongside him, often finding amusement in the way he self-consciously avoids eye-contact when he catches the way you relentlessly stare at him like a wild animal stalking its prey. it wouldn’t be the first time you’d grabbed him on his way out at the end of your shift, pulling him away from his friends and up against the back of the building to fuck him. you pull his pants away, shoving him against the rough wall. you don’t bother fingering him open before your cock is sliding into him, fucking into him with deep thrusts that knock the air out of him. your grip on his hips will surely leave bruises, and with how rough you’re taking him, he can’t even find a proper hold on you, forcing him to wildly grasp at you with only his nails running down your back to grant him the little support he can find. when you finish, you pull his hips flush against yours and groan as you fill him up. he chokes on a moan, his legs shaking beneath him. you don’t bother finishing him off—you pull out, ignoring the quiet whine he lets out. you tuck yourself back in, zipping up your work pants. and after redoing your belt, you leave. bear is left alone, slumped against the wall with shaky legs and a dripping mess between his legs. on the drive home, he has to stop at an empty parking lot to finish himself off. 

the attention you pay to him does not go unnoticed. you're not lovers, he doesn't think, and so far, there isn't a logical reason for anyone to think so though your insistence on dragging him somewhere mostly secluded is not easy to explain when you don't bother to hide it and when he doesn't bother to stop you. bear can’t even make up a bullshit excuse when ian nudges him with wide eyes pointed in your direction. he mouths, yo, what the fuck? bear can’t even look him in the eyes when he shrugs, unable to come up with something that sounds even remotely plausible without just admitting you keep pulling him away to fuck him. it doesn’t help his case when later, after you’ve finished helping a customer just an hour before your shift is over, you say, “i’ll drive you home.” there’s no room for argument before you walk away, leaving him side-by-side with a brow-raised sarah that pretends to have not been listening. we have a project is all he says, despite the fact she didn't ask, and for once, sarah leaves it at that. 

you’re waiting by your car when he finally comes out. you don’t question the hold up, don’t even bat an eye at the otherwise empty parking lot, besides his own car that’s parked in the same spot it always is. you open the passenger side door for him, with not a single word exchanged between you as you buckle your seat belts and start the car. when you arrive, you both sit quietly in the car for a moment. he almost appears nervous the way he moves to undo his seat belt, looking over at you from the corner of his eyes. he thinks for a moment he should invite you in, but the words get caught in his throat. he turns his head to look at you when he hears the jingle of your keys—his mouth is still open as he watches you take off your seat belt and step out of your car before you’re opening his side’s door with a look on your face he can’t quite make out through the dark. he mumbles out a quiet thanks you can barely hear, and when he starts making his way to the porch, the sound of you shutting your car door, followed by your footsteps just behind him makes his palms clammy—he drops his keys where he’d pulled them from his pocket. you beat him to it, picking them off the pavement. he holds his hand out but you ignore him, brushing past him to open his door for him. you look back at him as if to say, well? your hand still on the door, body positioned to give him the room to walk inside, but not to let yourself be possibly locked out if he’d tried closing the door on you—as if he’d try.

you’re both standing awkwardly in his living room (he was, anyway) as he avoids eye-contact again, your cold, intensive stare sending a shiver through his body. you take a step closer, but he doesn’t step back. you slide off his button-down, letting it drop unceremoniously to the ground. he instinctively moves to do the same to you, but you grab his hips, making him suddenly stand straight, arms by his side. he doesn’t stop you when you usher him to his bedroom, pulling him closer and closer to you as you make your way to the door he forgot to close before he went off to work—it’s cold, as evidenced by the way he shivers against you when your hand snakes its way under his shirt to squeeze at his chest, earning you a quiet moan. you sit him down on his bed and he looks up at you with furrowed brows and curious eyes. he looks like a dog, pathetic and eager to please. 

when you undo his belt, you pull him up to slide his work pants off, just before you’re turning him around, smiling only a little bit at the way he sways from the sudden movement. you press him down onto his stomach and climb over him, caging him beneath you. the sound of your belt unbuckling is all it takes to get him rolling his hips into the bed, and when you lift him up just enough to ease your cock into him, he lets out a desperate sound where his face is buried in his blankets he clutches tightly between his hands. you have one of his arms pinned down by the wrist as you fuck him, keeping him firmly pressed down into the bed. he’s tight around your cock, and when you put all your weight on him, your cock drives in deeper than before, causing bear to whine. he gasps for breath, choking on another moan. you don’t allow him to even buck or rut; all he can do is lay there and take your cock, all pleads and whimpers dying in his throat. you hear the faintest murmur of your name, spoken with a hoarse, shaky voice. 

he shivers beneath you as he cums. the moan he lets out is deliciously broken, weaved together with shame and pleasure. his walls squeeze around your cock, spurring on your own orgasm. you bury your cock deep, lifting his hips from the bed to get a better angle. his breathing’s gotten heavy now, his curls stick to his forehead even as he bows his head, his back arched off the bed. you fill him up and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from whining out. his eyes are glossy and wet with building tears, but not a single one falls—when you release him, he’s laid back on the bed, breathless and filled to the brim. looking down at him, you notice his shirt’s rode up; you can’t help but feel him up again, though this time his voice is too hoarse to moan from the feeling. you kiss the back of his neck, looping your arm under his waist to pull him close; for a moment, he basks in the warmth between your bodies. he groans when you roll your hips where your cock is still buried to the hilt, and he realizes now that the kisses were not meant to be comforting. 

you lift his head up, thumbing over the tears pooling at his eyes; his lips are puffy when you push your fingers into his mouth, pressed to his throat in encouragement when he chokes. his hips buck back onto your cock when your fingers slip from his mouth, your hand instead sliding down to wrap around his neck. you squeeze at the same time you thrust into him, groaning into his skin where your head’s fallen forward. your hand at his throat, squeezing the air out of him until he’s gasping out—now that was what soothed him, making him moan your name in that same broken tune when you gave him the chance to. he cries out, and when your hand loosens, graciously granting him a moment to take a breath for air, instead, he only pleads for you—his voice has long been lost—again, is all he can say, and when your hand tightens once more, your grip much stronger than before, practically knocking out the lights from his eyes, he cums again, and without a single tear falling.

it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that jon snow was the most beautiful man you’d seen, and very much so when he laid with his back arched, black curls spilling over ivory sheets as he gently moaned. his skin, white like snow even amongst the harsh winter, flushes like mad. his cheeks are dusted with peach, and the corner of his eyes bloom with pink in irritation where, had they not been closed shut, you could see his dark eyes pearling over with the beginning of tears.

a sudden roll of your hips snaps his eyes open. your cock has been sitting inside of him for the past hour, still hard and twitching against his sensitive walls. jon wasn’t one for bucking his hips, and being just a little too prideful to simply ask you to fuck him, he had to settle with only the gentle rocking of your hips against his own, with your cock barely pressing where he needed it most and your hands shamelessly exploring his body as you bore that wicked grin on your face he’d become so familiar with. jon knew you understood how badly he needed you, despite how you ignored his attempts to drag your cock deeper into him. he can only assume he must appear pathetically desperate with the way he tried so hard to seem content with what you were giving him, but his cunt ached terribly, and he was certain you were completely aware of that fact. 

gently gripping one of his (notably, fairly thick) thighs, you spread open his legs, pulling one away from where it loosely hung off your hip and out from under the warm blankets. his cunt weeps when you slowly unsheathe your cock from his heat, forcing jon to take his bottom lip between his teeth in order to stop the disappointed sound threatening to fall from his mouth. the moan that builds at the back of his throat feels heavy when your cock once again teases his entrance. the wet, swollen head slips past his folds only to dip back out, and jon swears if he weren’t so clearly under your mercy, he’d be tossing you over to take your cock all for himself, and then maybe it’d be you desperate and pathetic with teary eyes instead.

he hears you chuckle when his pussy flutters around the head of your cock, desperate to pull you back in—it really should have been when he hit his limit, when he should be wringing his legs around your waist and taking what he wanted—what you were willing to give. but he continues to worry at his lip, even when a soft moan slips past, a particular one you don’t get to hear often; as you’ve said many a time, as jon can recall, it’s a pretty sound that blends in heavenly with the crackling of fire and shuffling of linen sheets. which is why when you’ve finally pulled your eyes away from his caving stomach and shaky legs to take his face into a gentle grip, tilting it up and forcing him to look up at you beneath fluttering lashes and stray curls, it doesn’t surprise him when you rub your thumb across his lip, frowning at the sores that have begun to swell before you’re bringing him into a kiss and sweetly licking at the wounds. 

once, out of shame, he’d bitten his lip bloody to silence himself—unbeknownst to it, the sudden fire in your eyes had startled him. your voice hadn’t been anything above a whisper when your lips brushed his, speaking delicately against his split lip, “you mustn't quiet yourself, snow, not with me—i want to hear you.” 

the taste of brass hadn’t deterred you when your tongue darted across his bottom lip, welcoming him into a kiss that swallowed his doubtful words. it was a habit he only just developed when he’d begun these nightly escapades with you, and it was a habit you hoped would break quickly, but you’d clearly underestimated his stubbornness. he’s trying, you can tell, to stop. every now and then however, he can’t seem to help it. only good thing that comes from it is the flush on his cheeks when you kiss him, keeping his mouth occupied and managing to bring soft moans from him, though they’re quickly swept away by your lips.

jon’s hand holds you by the neck, with his thumb dancing over your throat, pulling you away to gasp for breath. he doesn’t bother fighting back the smile that threatens to grow when your lips chase his, desperate to keep his taste on your tongue. his hand slides past your neck to cup at your face, leaving a burning trail where his thumb moves to trace circles on your cheek. he watches you curiously, though his gaze moves often from your lips to your eyes, and then back, before he’s hesitantly looking up at you again, suddenly becoming shy, just as you’re used to. 

after all this time, he still found himself fascinated with your body—the way the corner of your eyes slightly crinkled when you studied him was something he’d paid particular attention to, when your fingers would curl inside of him and you’d look at him with a sense of intrigue as you watched closely for any sign of distress; finding none, that crinkle dissipated, leaving only that hint of a grin on your face as he’d begin to fall apart beneath you. 

your attention to him still made him bashful. you knew his body, arguably even better than he did. memorizing every part of him, you practically had him mapped out. you were gentle, and he appreciated it—your thoughtfulness did not go unnoticed, even if selfishly, jon wished that sometimes you wouldn’t be so gentle, and if he didn’t feel himself going red at the very thought of it, he’d have asked you to ravish him ages ago. you made him forgetful, though in a manner he was grateful for. you’d wring out every little bit of stress in his body, rendering him almost helpless. he was grateful; for the nights he’d fall limp into the warm blankets, his body still shaking and overcome with pleasure, when he could still feel the ghost of your lips peppering kisses across his shoulders and neck long into the next morning. you somehow knew what he desired, all the time, even when he couldn’t find the words to express just what it was he was longing for. he thought surely, you wielded some sort of power he was unfamiliar with—how else could you do what you did—how could anyone? how could you touch him like he was so precious, and yet unravel him so meticulously, churning him into ruins until he could no longer feel his own body, tingling and numb, burning to the touch?

while he still found himself hesitant to touch you, not so much in fear of hurting or losing you, but in a sort of shock, like he wasn’t quite sure you were completely real; just as well, your touch used to be so foreign, until you had bedded him more times than he ever really should have allowed himself. you were a luxury he wasn’t sure he truly deserved, and perhaps if jon thought himself to be a better man, he'd have been able to resist the temptation before he found himself laying beneath you every other night his bed began to lose your warmth. 

at first, jon tried to stay away, figuring you’d be better off with someone more deserving of the care and affection you were so willing to offer. he soon learned you were just as stubborn as he was, and he found that no matter where he looked, you were always there in the corner of his eye, lingering patiently. he couldn’t fight you for long, only because you insisted—maybe, just for one night, he could have you. until one night turned into two nights, and then three, and suddenly you were much more than what kept him warm at night, and believing your words to be true, both of you were in too deep, dancing precariously on the edge of what most would consider (and that neither of you could deny) to be love.

there were particular nights so cold, jon wanted nothing more than to curl up under the fur blankets with you, with your cock nestled within him and your naked bodies pressed close, building warmth between you that would have been suffocating if not for the raging winter lurking precariously just outside his window. and other nights, instead of shy pecks being placed on your cheek before he’d hide under his hair, unable to look you in the eye until his nearing orgasm led him to seek refuge within your kind gaze, jon would sit himself on your lap and ride you until you were the one grasping at the sheets, turning your head to find the little dignity you had left but unable to tear your gaze away from his body—the roll of his hips inadequate, but graceful (though you’d argue everything about jon snow was, in some way, graceful regardless).

his stark features were obvious when under warm lighting, even more so when you pushed his curls back, tracing the shape of his temple down to his jaw and indulging yourself with thumbing along his scar (which always seemed to make him shiver). the sparing glances of men and women alike made you burn with irritation and jealousy—you couldn’t blame them, jon snow was pretty—but above all else, he was yours.

now, as he pulls you forward by the hips, sighing with relief as your hard cock slips back into his pulsing heat, he knows that more than ever. his hungry cunt takes your cock with fervor, squeezing down with each slide across his walls. he fights to keep his eyes open, insistent on watching the way you look down at him with insatiable hunger, but they water when you suddenly thrust deeply into him, forcing them shut. he pulls you close without meaning to, almost moaning just from the feeling of your warm breath against his neck. your nose brushes his warm cheek, and with how close you are now to his parted lips, you can hear the weak moans jon fails to conceal—the sound goes straight to your cock, prompting you to take hold of his hips to bring them higher, allowing his legs to take a comfortable place around your waist. a powerful thrust momentarily knocks the air out of him. his sweet gasp has you shuddering; it’s intense the way jon you open him up, your cock twitching something wild at the angle it lies buried inside of him before you’re sighing, the familiar indication of your hips pausing for just a moment before starting up again and rolling against his own is enough to have him tilting his head back as he allows you to cum inside of him, filling him up with your warm seed. 

jon’s not sure if it's better or worse for him when you remain inside of him after finishing. typically, you don’t have this much time to yourselves anyway, with your nights together usually ending a bit anticlimactically with jon passing out from sheer exhaustion (though it didn’t take him long to figure out this was a deliberate part of your plan after you’d fought with him tooth and nail on the topic of him getting enough sleep, of which he always brushed you off until you’d given up and left his quarters—clearly, you had not truly given up at all). 

jon was not used to this. he feels unusually full, much more full than when you’d simply just finish inside of him, before you’d pull out and wipe him down with a wet cloth soaked in warm water. you lay across him gently, with your weight consciously placed atop of him. when his legs fall weak from your waist, his cunt flutters, and he’s crudely reminded of the distinct weight that sits heavy inside of him. the shape of your cock feels vivid, the sheer girth alone makes his heart skip and his breathing labored. he feels hotter than he should, and even lifting yourself from him does nothing to cool down the heat growing between you. jon is grateful when you slowly, and somewhat hesitantly, pull your cock out. you’re teasing him, he’s sure of it, and he completely understands why when you finally unsheathe yourself, the weight of your cock fully relinquished, leaving him cold and empty. you sit up with a satisfied groan, looking down at him. jon doesn’t flush, but his cunt pulses. his legs are held open with the way you sit between him, and it does nothing to help the terrible emptiness he feels. his swollen clitoris throbs with need, and his poor, aching pussy flutters and tightens around nothing, desperate and needy, beckoning your cock to fill it once more. 

jon involuntarily lets out a groan, one that sounds regretful but sweet. he refuses to look down between you because he knows already what he’ll see, a flushed, swelling cunt, with folds that glisten like morning dew. his stomach caves and his pussy twitches, irritated. your cum’s begun to seep out of him, dripping from his perfect, pretty cunt like cream oozing from a baked good. he can hear himself gasp, and instinctively his legs try, and fail, to close in on themselves. your voice is like velvet when you whisper softly, captivated by the sight of him. 

“are you even aware of how gorgeous you are, jon?” he doesn’t even shake his head anymore when he hears you say those words, his only response being the way his cunt tightens though it is unbeknownst to you, despite the way you raise a brow as if somehow, you just knew.

jon knows you’re not selfish, not like him anyway—or maybe you are selfish, and that’s why once your cock has hardened again, you ease yourself back into him, rocking your hips in a way that jon assumes is only to wring out the squelching sounds of his soaked cunt, and less to provide him comfort (as if he needed the comfort anyway). 

his pussy shamelessly welcomes you in; together, you respectively moan, and jon hopes your head is as fuzzy as his is from this new sensation, overwhelmed, but completely enamored. he feels starved, and he’s not sure he wants the night to end, even after you’ll most certainly make him cum. somehow, your cock feels bigger now inside of him. he’d have thought surely, there must not be any room for you anymore had your cock not so effortlessly slid into him; you don’t even stretch him out, his cunt simply fits around you, holding you firmly in place. he can feel the tears pricking at his eyes again when the head of your cock bumps into a velvety corner, bringing out a strained moan from jon’s throat that even surprises him—it’s a mistake on his part.

you thrust into him, and it frustrates jon how accurately you hit that same corner inside of him. his back arches, the toes of his feet curling where his heels dig into the sheets. the fur blanket loosely hangs off your waist, barely providing either of you any warmth—thankfully, at the moment it’s not what either of you need, and it hasn’t been for quite a while. you’re so deep inside of jon that it surprises him how capable he is of speaking though to his dismay, he does stutter, “wait—” 

however, with even a twitching cock, your hips stop their ascent immediately; the notion really shouldn’t make jon’s heart skip the way it does. he has to catch his breath, and you note absentmindedly how pretty he looks with tears of pleasure staining his skin, his usually well-taken cared of hair now messy and loose from the way it’s been pushed and pressed against the soft pillow. 

“i’ll cum if you do that,” he swallows—he’s just about as surprised as you are at the words that come from his mouth. you merely hum, squinting at him with amusement. you lean down to kiss him again, laughing gently at the way he hungrily returns it. 

“that’s the point, is it not? do you not wish to—” 

“no, no, i do,” he flushes now, only because you look at him with much more than just lust in your eyes. “i do, but..” his words drift away, but you understand. his fingers, now beginning to grow cold again, trace the side of your face. 

“but.. not yet.” and he’s so incredibly grateful for you, he thinks. how he managed to whisk you into his life, he’ll never know. 

his arms find their way around your neck as his face comfortably finds a spot tucked at your neck. you can feel his cold nose and his wide smile against your skin; the both of you softly laugh, sparing kisses across one another’s necks and cheeks. your thrusts resume, though without much thought. you rock into him, grinding your cock in deep, without rush. his legs lay open, his pussy throbbing against your cock—he knows the position only makes you feel so much deeper than you truly are, but he allows himself the pleasure. his cunt is so wet, he’s sure you’ll slip out of him if you’re to lift your hips any higher, but he squeezes down, hugging your cock close with his tight walls. he doesn’t bother stopping himself from moaning out your name, relishing in the way your hips jump even when it only brings out another moan from him, one just as sweet and melodic. 

he’s lost track of time, and surely you must have as well. by the time your fingers find his clit, he knows he won’t be sleeping long before the sun rises. his hands grip the sheets beneath him as he chokes out another moan. your thumb circles his puffy clit and your thrusting becomes shallow, your attention drifting away quickly to the flushed sight between his legs.

he’d always kept his curly bush groomed, which surprised you more than it should have (considering how much he cared for the hair on his head, you supposed it made sense). you’ve asked him before if he’d ever touched himself, and he only glared at you with a blush before huffing and turning a cold shoulder, though that was back when you’d only touched him with your fingers—you remind yourself to ask him again, when he’s not desperately bucking his hips onto your cock. he’s yet to ever plead for you, at least with his words. you swear one day, you’ll get him to, but you often find yourself forgetful once you’ve buried inside him. it’s the same tonight as well, you realize.

your cock slowly slides in, all the way, until your hips are flushed and your balls press against his taint. it’s nowhere near the first time you’ve bottomed out inside of him, yet it still makes him feel as if he’s lost his breath. it’s never been said aloud, though you are perfectly aware—you are the first, as well as the only one, to ever be inside of jon snow. he has to wonder if cocks are supposed to fit this well, or if it’s just his cunt that has learned your shape, bending to the will of your cock and betraying him when he claims to not have missed your warmth despite the sheer lack of a burn when you fuck him for the first time in what feels like ages—he always commends your silence, even when you bear a knowing grin that does nothing but spark arousal in his stomach. 

he’s prepared this time, even when you grind your hips down, earning yourself a groan from his sore throat. you pull back, again, letting your cock slowly glide across his walls, smiling when his pussy tightens for just a moment, pulsing in its weak attempt to pull your cock further in. jon looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, tears no longer falling, though they still appear pink. his lips part, and when you close the distance, your cock dives back in, angled just right to hit that same spot inside that has him seeing stars. he moans and he doesn’t stop, even when he grounds himself with his hands grasping at your back. you fuck him with such relentlessness, but he catches that glint in your eye, the one that proves his feelings he’s grown tired of pushing down are not one-sided. he can barely hear you whisper something, his name being all that he can catch. you rest your forehead against his when his back has finally stopped arching, and between heavy breaths, you kiss him again, hushing his moans.

the position is only slightly awkward when you bring your hand back down to circle his clit. the touch is maddening, and your kiss is swiftly broken when his head is brought back to the pillow, a moan ripping from his throat as he cums. his pussy convulses around you, squeezing down on your cock. the look on his face when he orgasms never fails to bring you over the edge, and you follow, finishing inside of him once more, pumping him full with warm seed that spills from the corners of where your cock has begun its descent, slipping from his fluttering hole just before it lingers for a moment more, submerged within the warmth of his heat before its pulled away, dropping from his aching pussy with an audible sound that causes jon’s hole to twitch again. 

sweat shines at his forehead, his dark eyes struggling to stay open. he swears he can feel the ghost of your cock still sheathed inside of him, but all he sees when he finds the strength to look down is your softening cock resting just between his legs. he twitches at the feeling of cum seeping from his sensitive, raw cunt, of which now flushes with great color, still hot. you grant him the space to close his legs and his thighs clasp awkwardly together, unfamiliar with so much heat and thick wetness between them. jon feels weak, though not in the way that would usually terrify him (though perhaps it’s somewhat relieving). exhausted, he still manages to make room for you beside him, and you settle properly beneath the covers, pulling jon close and fixing where the fur blankets don’t completely keep him covered. 

you lay on your sides, breathless, with your hearts pounding. his head rests on his hands; when a stray curl falls down before his eyes, you gently brush it away, letting your palm linger on his cheek that still burns with blush.

“don’t think it’s polite to keep your lover dirty with cum,” his voice is somewhat unsure, just a bit shaky. his eyes find yours, almost hesitantly. he’s seeking something in particular, and you can feel it when your hand rests on his hip, the way he feels tense, as if you haven’t been in a similar position together more times than he could count. “—even more so when it’s yours.” 

“sorry, lord commander,” he curses himself for the way his cunt throbs at the name. “i’ll clean you up in the morning, i swear it.” your eyes glimmer something hungry, and your lips curl back into a mischievous smile that just worsens the heat growing between his legs. 

the light from the fire makes his dark eyes look warm, his skin like gold, black curls velvet where they stick to his forehead, tousled across the linen pillow—he’s enthralling, and all yours. you have to move closer until your lips are brushing together, your eyes refusing to look anywhere else but at each other. 

“you know, for what it’s worth, you are much more than just my lover, jon snow.” 

with jon pressed so close, you can feel the heat pooling between his legs where he must be starting to ache, and his heart, pressed against your chest, you can feel thrumming at a rapid pace, admittedly not so different from your own. he sighs when your hand slips down to his waist, and instinctively he slides a leg over your hip, keeping you hugged close to his warm body. the night, so far, is over, and you both are well aware. still, you continue to bask in each other’s warmth, stealing kisses and gentle touches, taking the time to thoughtfully memorize one another’s body before the heat begins to die down and you’re holding each other impossibly close, wrapped up in a naked embrace. 

shane was not a selfish partner. in fact, he was far, far from it. he runs his hands over your body just as much as you run your hands through his hair, gently threading each strand between your fingers as you get lost in the way it looks like gold beneath the light. he doesn't typically say it outright, but you can tell just by the way he looks at you, that he's just as obsessed with you as you are with him.

shane, despite his utter selflessness, did not believe that if you were to pleasure him, he had to pleasure you in return. what you did together, with each other, was not transactional; still, he was sometimes stubborn about letting you shower him in affection, returning the same attention he gave to you. he wasn’t one to outright turn you down, not unless you were in the middle of a trial where he couldn’t afford to have his attention occupied, but shane wasn’t quite accustomed to affectionate partners that couldn’t seem to get their hands off him (and he certainly never imagined he’d even find a partner in a place like this, though he was beginning to get used to these sorts of surprises). 

shane was good about traveling the realm. he never seemed to get lost, never went off his strategically scouted paths, even when the woods changed, sometimes after every trial; trees twisting into rot, blocking pathways and creating new ones, it would deter anyone—but never shane. he liked finding a spot to breathe, where he had his own space, his own silence to think. and he especially enjoyed bringing you along, where you both would be completely isolated from camp, never to be heard or seen unless shane desired it. while shane does appreciate his time with you, sitting together under a tree that didn’t look like its branches were trying to poke your eyes out, its roots tangling over dirt to tug at your ankles and drag you away into the fog, sometimes he couldn’t quite find it in himself to resist your wandering hands as they slipped under his shirt or into his jeans. though typically, the difficult part was getting him out of his clothes first.

like usual, you practically have to wrangle them off him. he chuckles when you finally shrug off his jeans (his very tightly fit jeans, you might add), but he doesn’t argue with you when you insist he stands back against a tree just behind him, even when the bark is unusually fragile, as if the slightest touch crumbles it into ash. you’re shrouded by a measly brush of leaves when you nudge his legs apart. the dirt is hard where you’ve sat on your knees, even with the light drizzle of rain that falls from the muddy sky—drops of rain fall effortlessly past the leaves, breaking on impact where they hit shane’s bare chest. you don’t even question the pang of arousal it sends through you from the way his toned body glitters and shines under the cracks of moonlight. it paints a picture so divine, you have to remind yourself to later ask him if he was really just a lawyer before he was taken here.

your hands rest on either one of his hips, holding him with a gentle. but firm grip. his stomach caves when you kiss just above the tuft of dark, curly hair that sits between his legs. your fingers stray, running down his curves to hug his thighs. they’re thick and toned under your palm, and when you squeeze, just to feel the pure mass of muscle in your hands, he grunts, and you’re almost certain he’s growing wetter by the second. your lips follow, placing fleeting kisses across his thigh until you’re properly between his legs, mouth brushing against the heat of his cunt. he spreads his legs wider, tilting his head over to get a better look at you; his hair falls over his shoulder, cascading down past his neck and sweeping over his chest and accidentally brushing his nipple; you feel it, when he flutters around your fingers. 

you glide your thumb over his folds, just to see how wet he is. his pussy is dizzyingly fat and thick, and his walls are soft, fitting just right around your fingers. he groans when you gently pump two into him, relishing in the plush squeeze of his cunt and the wet sound you receive when he takes you to the knuckle. you lift one of his legs up, taking note of the muscles flexing under your palm and quickly taking the opportunity to mouth at his clit. he’s dripping on your fingers where they curl inside of him, working him open. he arches, letting out a gruff moan—it’s loud enough you can hear it over the wind, but his voice remains leveled—he’s demonstrably composed, with not even the faintest warmth rising in his cheeks. 

when you remove your fingers, sliding them ever so slowly from his squeezing cunt, he’s not surprised when your tongue slips past his folds, and though you hear him quietly exhale, he guides your head with a steady hand, not even bothering to slow you down despite the messy way you lap at his cunt.

a few more drops of rain fall onto his shoulders, onto his hair. he looks like a mirage, shimmering and glittering where the water reflects the simulated moonlight. when his head falls back, the sounds of beads clinking together make him sound like he was sparkling—you’d have almost believed he was some kind of angelic image induced from the blood rushing to your head had you not had him standing before your very eyes, grinding into your tongue and sighing in pleasure when you mouth at his clit. you swear, if shane really was just another one of the entity’s fabrications, you certainly weren’t going to complain.

he’s gentle when he presses you closer, only to help you guide your tongue along the slit of his cunt until you’re suckling where his skin is soft and wet, drinking him up. despite all the blood and grime that is collected each and every trial, shane always remains sweet and tangy. even outside of trials, while you’re picking off dried mud and muck from your clothes, shane still smells faintly reminiscent of wet soil and pine. his hair, mindlessly combed through with his hands, still shines, even when caked in blood. you’re positive however, that even if shane were dirty with mud and blood—hopefully with someone else’s, you think with a sting of guilt—you’d still be sat between his legs, devouring him like you were starved (which wasn’t so far from the truth anyway). 

one thing you found yourself craving was sugar. you never imagined you’d miss it so much, not until after you had to deal with the sorry excuses of cake and pie that the entity thought was in any shape or form even remotely similar to what you had back home. sugar was the hardest thing to replicate in the fog, clearly, with most of the entity’s attempts not only tasting, but feeling like sand. with rotted frosting dissolving into gravel on your tongue, and thick, gritty batter crunching under your teeth (a sensation you could only describe as what it might be like to chew on straw or dirt), it was easy to find yourself longing for the real deal. while it was utterly depressing, the craving wasn’t unusual. it was probably the one thing you and all the other survivors shared, that longing for just one last taste of real, decadent sugar. which is why when you finally found a fix, a taste so closely resembling what you can remember to be that exact flavor, sweet like syrup and honey—pure fucking candy—you selfishly kept him to yourself, not even daring to let a single word slip.

shane was something you thought you’d never have again. it was no wonder you often questioned his authenticity—he was stupidly gorgeous (tongue-tied, you made a fool of yourself when you first met, completely shell-shocked by the raw emotion, the light in his eyes that you and the others had lost so long ago) and familiar with the disappearance of one of your own, proving the acknowledgement of your lives, of the place you were trapped within. and he chose you, let you hold him, let you ravish him—you’d have mistaken him for a gift, just by the taste of him alone. you wouldn’t have considered yourself a selfish survivor, not usually. you do your part, making your own sacrifices, just like everyone else. but this time, you think. i will be greedy. 

you have to glide your fingers back inside of him before he becomes too antsy. if you’re not careful, he’ll pull you off the ground to lay you on your back, completely incapable of letting himself be the one tended to for once. you can’t let him, not while you’re this far. your fingers slide in slowly, delicately pressing against his walls. his hips stutter and you sigh in relief—you’ve got him hooked. 

he’s kept his grip on you gentle, not wanting to buck or press you down too far in fear of startling or possibly hurting you, but now he seems less concerned, and more aware of what you can take. so you tongue at his entrance, licking just where your fingers sit buried inside of him. it makes his breath stop and his walls pulse; he squeezes down on your fingers when you slide them back out, only to replace them with your tongue again. you suckle where your lips meet, and finally, shane pushes you down, just enough to make you groan into his cunt. his hips buck forward, his grip on you tightening. you methodically run your tongue over his cunt, savoring the taste. you have to take a breath of air before spreading him open with your fingers, pushing your tongue back past his entrance. 

you try not to groan in disappointment when he plants his foot back down onto the ground and pulls you up until your faces meet; your mouth is dripping wet (and your jaw aches) and though you can’t look down with where he’s got a hold on the back of your neck, you can only assume that his thighs are soaking wet too, if not from your saliva, then from his own dripping cunt—the thought almost has you grinding against him. he kisses you, pushing his tongue past your lips with ease. he doesn’t flinch or hesitate when he tastes himself, he only hums, like he’s satisfied. he swipes his thumb across your chin, like that’ll be enough to wipe away the mess he’s made on your face. 

you expect shane to get on his knees. you’ve been through this song and dance before; he’s too selfless, much too generous to allow only himself pleasure. you’re surprised he’s yet to push his hand past your waistband, to feel the way you’ve grown aroused, just from devouring him. but he does no such thing, doesn’t even ask you if it’s what you’d like him to do. once he’s stopped kissing you, he slowly pulls away from your swelling lips, his pretty eyes glittering in the light. your hands on his waist are gently brushed away, and with just a little bit of shyness to his movements, he lifts his leg back up, holding it in place with his hand hooked under his knee. 

fingers slide down past his waist until they’re spreading him open, gliding past his folds and into his entrance. his pussy squelches from the way his thick fingers pump into him; his muscles flex, his stomach caves. he’s surprisingly flexible, the way he holds himself up. you’re made a fool as you watch him fuck himself on his own fingers, pumping leisurely in and out of his cunt with much more elegance than what you had been doing. you push his hair away from his neck so you can lean forward and kiss him; he tilts his head, allowing you to mouth at his throat. with a hand back on his waist, he takes out his fingers, relinquishing them with a quiet moan that you can feel against your lips. you waste no time slipping yours back in, nearly groaning at the way they glide in without any effort at all. he squeezes down, tightening around your fingers as they intently press against his walls. 

your mouth opens on its own when his soaking wet fingers push their way past your lips, running over your tongue. it’s nothing new, but you still find your eyes fluttering shut from the taste as you groan around his thick fingers. they quickly fall from your mouth, licked clean. 

three fingers aren’t enough to get his eyes rolling back, but he can’t stop his hips from rolling down, his lips parting to let out a hushed, gravelly moan. you press them in deep, spreading them apart to push against his tight walls. when you curl them, slowly and thought out, he takes you by the back of the neck again, pressing your foreheads together. he moans, just a little bit louder this time—the sound is like crackling wood burning over a fire, warm and husky. he’s trying to be quiet, as if considerate of anyone who might be in earshot. you’re alone, however, and you remind him of this with a quick flick of your wrist; your thumb finds his clit and his back arches ever so slightly, a low hum resounding from his throat.

sex with will does not happen often, but when it does, it helps ground him. he lets you be in control, and tends to prefer it. he allows you to hold him down, pinning him to your warm bed as you find your place between his legs, hovering above him with an expression so lovesick it makes him breathless. his glasses are slightly skewed from your messy exchange of kisses—you gently push them properly back onto his nose and you can hear the way his breath hitches, his eyes dilating slightly as he reads you with a calculated, far away stare. 

he doesn’t struggle when he’s below you, and never has. it was a display of trust in itself, when he’d settle on his back, not even hesitating to fall downwards into the blankets and pillows that adorned your bed. it was cozy, anyway, and it felt right—but it did feel strange when his mind went blank, when you’d climb over him, caging him between your arms. you’d undo the buttons of his shirt or you’d pull his sweater up over his head, always leaning down to kiss at his neck he made a habit of exposing so earnestly. his skin bruised easily, and in no time, his neck would be scattered with red, flushed bites that he would without a doubt have trouble covering up the next day, certainly prompting an eruption of chatter and teasing from his coworkers. 

usually, you had to be the one to open his legs. he leans into your touch when you palm at his chest, gripping his hips and practically feeling him up beneath or above his clothes. a hand running down his back is enough to get him to arch forward with his hips pressing into yours and his neck on display, but no matter what, his legs would remain close. he never displayed discomfort, never expressed any sort of disinterest either. you simply push his legs apart, and he allows it without another word. he doesn’t wrap his legs around you, not until you’re inside of him. 

first, you spread him open on your fingers. he’s quiet, taking your fingers without a single whine or whimper. he doesn’t quite tell you what he wants—yet, anyway—will could be demanding when he wanted, and god knows you listen to his every beck and call. mostly, he lets you do what you want, and you assume, by the flush and the choked moans, he enjoys it enough to not feel the need to guide you elsewhere (and relishes in the way you instantly surrender the second he takes hold of the reins). he keeps his head low, hiding his gaze under his brown curls. he doesn't buck up into your fingers, but when you take them out, readying your cock to his entrance, he sighs. and when your cock slides into his tight heat, he lets out a beautiful, broken moan, his hands gripping at the sheets. by this point, you’ve concluded the stretch to be euphoric. you figure this out completely on your own, with no help from will, purely because will blushes and grows bashful at the mere conversation of sex, sometimes to the point you can barely even get him to speak (let alone get him to even look at you) before he’s burying his face in the collar of his shirt, signifying the end of your conversation. 

despite this, and strangely so, will seems to have no care at all for concealing himself during the actual act of sex; he moans and pleads all the same, with no worry at all for his volume or the way he looks, practically bent backwards and speared on your cock, his hair a complete mess and his glasses foggy and dirty with smudged fingerprints. he fucks himself onto your cock when you stop thrusting into him, and when not lost in the moment, overcome by pleasure and settled somewhere distant in his head, he hangs on to every word you say, following all orders without question—that is anyway when he’s not choosing to ignore you, deliberately pressing his luck; pushing you over the edge before you want to, forcing you to grab his hips and put him in his place (if you’re not already pinned to the bed, your wrists held flat above your head; at least will looked gorgeous in your lap, pleasuring himself with your cock and letting you grow agitated with over stimulation until he finally got those words from your mouth he'd been craving). 

you don’t tease him as much as you should. you give in too easily and sometimes, in a way, will is the same. 

the sweater he has on is rumpled, pushed up past his hips and over his stomach as you undo his belt and shrug off his jeans. will feels hot; he’s sweating, and your bodies being so close together is making him feel out of breath, just as close proximity with you always does. 

you don’t stretch him out, and that only makes will grow warmer. he’s soaking wet when your cock sinks into his heat, but there’s still that small sting when you’ve completely pressed your cock into him in one fell swoop that has him gasping out and grabbing your arms, nails digging into the sleeves of your shirt. he’s so needy that even the faint spark of friction from your jeans brushing against his thighs has him aching. 

you grab his hips and his head rocks forward, glasses sliding down his nose. working your cock into him with sharp, deep thrusts, will moans quietly, but his head is fuzzy. one good, strong thrust deep into his pussy has his head falling back onto the pillows with a moan that almost sounds painful. it exposes his neck again, and taking the opportunity, you suck a bruise right below his chin, teasing his throat with a gentle grazing of your teeth. 

will can see it clearly in his head; your cock, thick enough to make him feel full, gliding across his soft, wet walls. they ache around your girth, squeezing down when you throb inside of him. the tip of your cock has been dripping with pre-cum for the past eight minutes, and he can picture the way it might smear across his walls, providing even more lubricant and letting your cock glide in and out of him with ease. his pussy squelches every time you take him to the hilt, the sound he swears is so much louder than it really is. you snap your hips, just a sudden, quick flick, and will’s eyes flutter shut. you groan when his walls squeeze around you, a direct retaliation; his eyes quickly flicker open, just to watch the way your brows knit together as you try to keep your composure. 

sometimes, overwhelmed by pleasure, will might scratch you, sometimes even bruise you where he grips your wrists or grasps at your back. he really doesn’t mean to, and his words are honest, his voice sincere and gentle where he whispers it into your skin. he apologizes after, when his head is no longer fuzzy and his heart is no longer racing, when he feels like he can think again; he mindlessly traces the scars, tenderly pressing his thumb into the bruising—you flinch, sometimes hiss, and he apologizes, though he doesn’t let you go, and seemingly has no intention to until you’re forced to take your leave. you’re not entirely sure will is aware of this behavior. regardless, you don’t question it. you find it somewhat endearing, even when it burns—you’d leaned forward at some point, just to kiss him. you tenderly took hold of his glasses, setting them carefully on the bedside table. he hooked his arms around you, letting his trembling hands run down your back. you grinded into him, your cock buried deep. he cried into your mouth, and where his hands had grasped you for support, still shaking, they’d slid down, burning long, uneven scars right across your back. it really shouldn’t have made you feel as hot and dizzy as it had.

you press into him at a different angle this time, lifting his hips up just a little bit higher so that when you slam back into him, his heels dig into the bed in an attempt to hold himself steady. it’s vivid, even more so now—he can see the way your full balls slap against his ass, cock twitching, the tip wet and angry. he can hear how his pussy weeps when your cock fills it up, a terrible wet sound that makes heat rise in his face. his pussy’s flushed and swollen, pitifully aching for release. he feels your cock throbbing inside of him, the feeling alone practically exhausting him; his brain pauses, and he turns the image over in his head for a moment. his hips raised, back arching, your cock splitting him open; his breath stops, yet his heart races. and he only begs for more, unable to stop the way his cunt hungrily sucks you further back in, desperate to be filled, to encase you. he has to turn his head with gritted teeth. 

cold air nips his skin where you’ve pushed his sweater over the curve of his ribs, exposing his heaving chest. you brush your thumb over one of his nipples, softly laughing to yourself when will leans into the touch. he doesn’t need to look down to see the way his nipples perk, how your hands follow the arch of his body, palming over his chest (stopping for just a moment, only to feel the way his heart thrummed beneath your palm) and firmly gripping his waist, sliding down just until they’re back on his hips—you pull him forward, fucking him onto your cock. you draw your hips back, snapping them together so vigorously he chokes out your name, his body dropping limp.  

will lets out another broken moan, this one harsher than the last. his lips fall open, and a much sweeter one follows soon after. he’s getting close; around your cock, his walls flutter, pulsing so terribly against you, your hips stutter, breaking the quick rhythm of your thrusts.

you release him, deciding instead to pin his hips to the bed. you fuck him with much slower, methodical thrusts, dragging your cock slowly across his walls before snapping forward, taking him back to the hilt. it knocks the air out of him and suddenly he’s seeing stars; his voice is caught in his throat, though he hears himself crying out. 

the bed springs squeak with each thrust you send into him, and when you momentarily free him from where he lays pinned flat to the bed, he locks a leg around you, giving him just enough room to arch away from the sheets before you’re pressing him back down, bodies flushed together. he can’t buck into your thrusts, can’t squirm away, even if he wanted to. his pussy squeezes down, and your cock, where it sits inside of him for just a breath, twitches with interest before it’s pulled back to quickly slam inside, causing will to suddenly take grasp of your arms. his clutching hands drag down in surprise, almost tearing the fabric of your shirt completely. his orgasm creeps dangerously close as you relentlessly fuck into him, and when you grunt out his name, sitting back up just to look down at him, he feels his head getting foggier and his throat becoming hoarse.

he doesn’t even hear you when you tell him to touch himself, but his body listens anyway. his cool fingers feel odd against his warm, raging clit. in slow, then quick, circles, he gingerly rolls his clit under his fingertips like he’s almost embarrassed to before the circles become erratic, less drawn out, and he’s flicking his wrist, knees rising to bend back to his chest—the angle hits him harder than it’s meant to. his mouth falls open, a moan catching in his throat. with another sharp thrust of your cock, his clit twitches wildly beneath his fingers as his cunt convulses; tightening around your cock, his orgasm falls over him in rapid waves. 

you don’t stop fucking him until his fingers have slid off his clit, his knees falling down to rest on either side of you—he twitches around you when you gently push his legs open; you can’t help but sigh at the way his cunt grips your length when you graciously pull your hips back. you slip your cock out, only to where your head rests at the very brim of his opening. your hand comes down to stroke yourself before will’s pushes yours aside, wrapping around the base of your cock with a slightly drowsy, but firm grip. in just a few quick, wet pumps, your cock jumps in his hand as you cum. where the tip sits, caught just at his tender entrance, will lets out an exhausted sigh at the trickle of your cum dribbling down from his pussy in warm, thick ropes. he shivers, slowly taking in a deep breath before it’s released, his body relaxing with it. where he’d still been clutching your wrist, there’s a faint bruise building, just beneath your sleeve. you pay it no real mind, though you know later, you’ll find will longingly staring at it with something in his eyes you can’t name, with that far-off look on his face you’ve grown used to.

will is unmoving when you step away from the bed. he shivers, but you’re not sure if he’s cold or just coming down from his high (you assume the latter, considering the way his chest rose with heavy breaths, his body glistening with sweat). without you between them, his legs slowly ease shut, and when you arrive back from the bathroom, a small towel in hand, will has tugged his sweater off entirely, leaving him naked (and still shivering) on the bed. when you guide the towel to his legs, will chokes out something from under his breath. his brows are knitted together like he’s trying to find his words, but he just clears his throat, his voice slightly hoarse. 

“don’t, i—” he’s not looking you in the eyes. instead his gaze drifts away somewhere beside you; somehow, at the same time, you can feel that is attention is entirely on you, even despite the way he fiddles with the end of your cotton shirt—in doing so, however, he does notice a hole beginning to wear at the hem, causing him to take a hesitant glance towards your face in seek of forgiveness—for a moment your eyes lock, revealing the desperation he’s attempted to hide lying within them. he’s pretty as he is pathetic, clinging to your bruised wrist like he’s not sure he wants to push you away or pull you further towards him. 

“i want to.. feel you—it—inside me.” if not for the way exhaustion seemed to visibly wreck him; with his forehead sticky with sweat, his body shaking as he speaks, voice trembling as he begs you to stay, you might have gotten hard again just from those words alone—you weren’t going to bother him with that though, therefore a shower wasn’t in the equation then, either; not a big deal. his preference for sleeping as close to each other as possible, especially with your cock (or cum) inside of him was not foreign, even if it did have you feeling giddy, practically buzzing with excitement every time (which never did go unnoticed by will, despite his lack of acknowledgement—you've begun to wonder if he does it on purpose). 

when you go down on will, he’s always a little distant—there, but not really there. he lays back, perfectly still. he rests with his head tilted up and his eyes closed shut, his lips slightly parted. he looks like how you’d expect someone to look if they were on the beach, bathing in the sun under the shade of an umbrella—calm and relaxed, his mind is steady for once. 

thankfully, instead of at the beach, you’re between his legs, tonguing him open. he lets out a deep sigh when you suckle on his clit; you hum mindlessly to yourself and the sound buzzes through him, your voice thrumming against his heat in a way that does nothing but please him. his brows furrow when you gently lap at his folds, pushing your tongue between them and back inside him, licking up his wetness. he lays there like he’s been placed in a casket, with his hands cupped at his waist and his head held high, propped up by a cotton pillow. only difference is the fact you hold one of his legs out, an arm wrapped around the other’s thigh, leaving his flushed, puffy cunt completely on display. 

will always tasted particularly sweet, even when he laid on the bed upset, lost; face contorted into a frown that only softened when you’d kiss away the tension. regardless, his mood never once soured his taste. tonight, he came home tired, as per usual, but not exactly unhappy or upset—just tired. if his days at work are particularly grueling, needless to say, the evidence was never to be found on your tongue. 

you’ve yet to use your fingers on him tonight, but you’re sure if you did, they’d slide in with a hitch with how wet he’s become. it’s only been your tongue inside him so far, and if that bothered will at all, he didn’t seem to want, or care, to show you. he doesn’t say a word when you place a kiss between his legs, mouthing at his wet folds and praising him against the scorching heat of his pussy. much better than the damn beach, you think.

you maneuver him to have one of his legs over your shoulder, the other only being pressed open wider. he makes a low grunt at the movement, but doesn’t appear too jostled. pulling away from his throbbing cunt, your thumb traces the curve of his thigh, causing will to let out a shaky breath, his body shivering in turn. you spread his pussy with your fingers—he huffs, curious, but wise. he knows what you’ll do next and yet he lets it play out, just as it has numerous times over. you toy with him just about as much as he toys with you. smiling against his thigh, you trail kisses down back to his aching heat.

you take a breath of air before diving back in, sucking at his throbbing clit and mouthing at the petals of skin that glisten with your saliva and will’s arousal. he’s pulsing against your mouth, and when you lick a stripe, slowly, from his entrance and up to his clit, will gently shakes and his mouth falls open to let out a soft, barely-there moan that rumbles from deep within his throat. his eyes stay shut, but his hands gingerly slide from where they’ve been clasped, dropping to the sheets and sitting just beside either one of his thighs. you know he wants to press you down deeper, to have your tongue speared inside of him that he can then ride until his juices are running down your chin and you’re gasping for air, clutching his thighs like a lifeline—he lets you have your way. he shivers all the same when you groan against him, sending arousal straight through his core. his walls tighten around nothing, and though neither your tongue nor your fingers are inside of him to know this, he still feels you smile as if you did. 

his eyes flutter open for just a moment, but they’re half-lidded, shutting just as quick as they had opened as you gently spread the delicate lips of his cunt, kissing and sucking where he can’t help but buck into, his pussy gushing at the ghost of your tongue darting over his entrance. he pictures himself ripping open your sheets when you pull back his hood with your thumb and gently take his engorged clit between your teeth. 

his head falls to the side as he moans with a shudder, “yes.” it’s the first word he’s spoken all night, and it comes out like a whisper. his hands grip dangerously at your sheets as his legs continuously fight between closing and spreading wider. he’s falling apart before your eyes, and yet you’re too busy ravishing him to even notice. 

it looks like it takes enormous effort when will’s hands move from grasping at the sheets to instead hold the pillow that sits beneath his head. this time around, he’s able to keep his eyes from falling shut as he watches your tongue glide across his pussy before diving into his entrance, drinking him up. you take hold of his waist before he begins to squirm, not even batting an eye when his other leg comes up to wrap around your head. groaning into his pussy, you kiss and suck wherever your lips fall.  you can feel will starting to break beneath you; he exhales a long breath that comes out shaky and uneven. he’s making a mess of his hair where it’s being pressed against his pillow. you test the waters; pursing your lips, you gently blow. your breath hits his clit and it makes his stomach cave. his walls squeeze down, fluttering softly around your tongue. 

he doesn’t make a sound when you slide a finger into him, nor when you slide a second one alongside it. you pump your fingers inside him, and curling them slowly, agonizingly dragging them against his walls, that’s when you hear him let out a faint, almost relieved, moan—his eyes are back to being shut, and his hands have returned to laying flat across the bed. his lips are moving like he’s speaking, but you’re unable to make out the words. you swear you read a faint outline of your name, just once through the string of soundless conversation, and then it’s gone, disappearing with the mindless script on his lips.

you must have spaced out, paying too much attention to the sounds his pussy makes when you’d dip your fingers in and out of him to notice his growing impatience. you only now realize your fingers have started to prune. they’re soaked when you pull them out; you're mesmerized by the way they glisten, gossamer with the evidence of will’s raw desire. you want to lick them clean, but you’re snapped out of your daydream by your partner’s restlessness.

you hear him take a sharp inhale, and you can practically see it, the way he’s deciding his words, the cogs in his head turning. his tone leaves no room for doubt, though he knows you’ll find a way to defy him. you test him like that—maybe it’s why he likes you so much.

“you should know i can take a lot more than that.” his voice is gruff, like the sound of crunching gravel. he looks at you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze hidden behind the curtain of brown curls that fall before his face, sticking where sweat has begun to pearl on his forehead. he sucks in a breath, and you think maybe he’s trying to hide the way his chest is heaving. but somewhere through the frizz and waves, your eyes lock—he’s not trying to hide the fact at all, he wants you to notice it.

his legs have long since fallen from your shoulders, and within your grasp again, you can feel the way he twitches when your fingers dance at the edge of his opening, threatening to slip further back in. 

“do you deserve more than that?” he responds with silence, but he swallows, huffing under his breath. he’s amused, but says no more. 

you heed the demand and press three fingers together, letting them slowly dip past his entrance. he squeezes down, but he takes your fingers all the way to the knuckle, his walls fluttering when you begin to thumb at his clit. he moans again, melodically, like a cracked bell. he gasps when you replace your thumb with your lips, fucking your fingers into him rhythmically, you suck at his clit, whispering his name against his wet skin. you slowly drag your fingers down, curling them dramatically—it gets you what you want; will throwing his head back, his chest rising and falling rapidly. you ravish him with your mouth, spreading his pussy with your thumb and letting your tongue drag across it, gathering his taste and drinking him down where you return to licking and suckling his swollen clit. you gently pull at it, and had will been a weaker man, he’d have whined at the feeling.

there’s a subtle shiver throughout his body when your fingers pump into him quickly; your mouth busy devouring his pussy, he cums, walls convulsing around your fingers where they’re sunk inside of him. he cums without a sound, though he releases a strained sigh with a hand on the back of your head helping ground him. he makes a wobbly sounding groan that draws out, hiding under his breath. his clit jumps under your tongue, and when you steadily pull your fingers out from his pussy, you lick away the shine, not even hesitating to dive forward and tongue him back open, humming satisfactorily when you find that sweet, brassy taste on your tongue. your jaw’s begun to ache, but his cum, it’s deliciously thick and warm where you’ve gathered it there on your tongue. you lap him up like you’re starving, making will hiss from the sensitivity.

he pulls you out from between his legs when he deems you finished and he flushes, scoffing at the way the entirety of your mouth and chin shine with him. you lunge forward, kissing will. the sudden movement doesn’t startle him at all, and for some reason that slightly arouses you. he hums, though you’re not sure whether it’s a pleased sound, or if he’s mildly annoyed by the way he can taste himself on your tongue—at least he tastes nice? it’s a powerful and addictive flavor; you’d say you’re surprised to not have gotten hooked on it yet, but you’re a little too aware of the expression (and the answer) you’ll receive at that.

he sighs into the kiss, out of breath, wonderfully exhausted. he knows you’ve only kissed him so you can pull away and wolfishly smile down at him, just as you are now because his lips are shiny, and when he darts his tongue across them, his taste lingers. 

your eyes are trained on the way his tongue moves, looking as if you’re hungry for another taste (probably because you are). you rock forward, lips ghosting against his own, hesitating, like you’re savoring it. 

“you taste good, will.” 

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.

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)

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,”

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.