#gansgta

Delico

Biggest Fantasy: Creampies. Being able to fill his s/o without a condom on. Something about releasing everything he has and seeing it slowly dripping out of their hole; knowing that he owns them completely. This could also lead to a little bit of a breeding kink, thinking about the wonders of planting a baby in their belly. 

Shameful Secret: Being dominated. He has no problem taking the lead, or even getting a little rough. But the ability to just let go and full-heartedly trust his partner to wreck him would be amazing. Being pinned to the bed and used until he is a shivering mess of whimpers and tears turns him on like no other. Though it would be almost impossible to get him to admit it. 

Yang

Biggest Fantasy: Face sitting. The man knows how to run his mouth in more than one way, and he loves nothing more than for his partner to sit on his face. Having their thighs squeeze around his head as he digs his fingers into their hips. Devouring their sex until they are shivering over him. He’s in heaven.

Shameful Secret: Sensory Deprivation. Blindfolds, gags, ropes, headphones. The complete loss of senses so he can slowly take his partner apart bit by bit. Making them shiver and moan and writhe under his touch. Having complete power over their every move and feeling. Making them explode into a million atoms and then putting them back together again. Having complete trust in him, and giving themselves over to a mindless experience. 

Worick

Biggest Fantasy: Being ridden. Having his partner on top and driving the pleasure. He is so used to having to do most of the work, it would be nice for his partner to lead every once in a while. The feeling of someone considering his pleasure instead of the other way around is a nice change from what he is used to with his sex work. 

Shameful Secret: Making Love. Not fucking, slamming, or wrecking. The simple act of slow, consensual, intimate love-making. Staring deep into each other’s eyes and knowing you trust and love this person as they stroke their bodies to completion. He doesn’t know if this is something he will ever get, and buries it deep in the back of his heart. 

Nicolas

Biggest Fantasy: Fucking against a wall/ standing sex. He loves nothing more than to show of his physical prowess, and believes the best way to do so would be to take his partner against the wall. Holding them up with strong arms and calloused hands, keeping them in place when their knees give out. Even wrapping their legs around his waist as he pounds them into the wall. 

Shameful Secret: Body Worship. He would like for nothing more than his lover to completely adore and worship his body. He has been through a lot, accumulated a lot of scars, and a lot of people make assumptions about him because of his appearance. For them to set everything aside, and show him all of the parts they love in slow, sensual sex would absolutely turn his world right-side up.

Galahad

Biggest Fantasy: Overstimulation. The ability to bring his lover to their peak over and over again. Having them cry his name as they reach their peak, watching their flush become full-bodied, and watching the tears leak from their eyes. Their body shivers under his touch, and he goes all out. Tongue, fingers, cock, anything he can use to make them cum until they nearly pass out. You can bet he pampers the shit out of them when he is finished.

Shameful Secret: Monogamy. He does what he has to for money, sometimes selling his body for information or cash. He has duties and obligations, and no real power of his own. To have the person of his choice, and only them for the rest of his days, would be the greatest gift. Knowing that this is the only person he will have sex with, and he with them in return. The devotion and acceptance, and loyalty is all he has ever wanted. 

Marco

Biggest Fantasy: Suspension. Tying up his partner and having them hanging in the air at his mercy. Of course, he is very careful with them, but when the play finally starts, they cannot get away from him. He especially like the momentum their body has when he thrusts his cock into them and their body can only swing right onto his thick length. 

Shameful Secret: Voyeurism. Watching his partner please themselves. There is a dark part of him that almost likes being able to catch them secretly and watch them until they finish. But there i also a large part of him that would love it if his part encouraged him to do so. Coming home late in the evening had never been so appealing until he thinks about the possibility of walking in on them with their fingers thrusting away in their tight hole and moaning his name into the rumpled sheets. 

Hausen

Biggest Fantasy: Phone sex. He tends to be on the line all day anyway, so when he gets a call from a familiar voice, he can’t help himself. Their panting filling the receiver as they explain their fantasies to each other, hearing them choke on moans and squeals on the other end. He takes great pride in knowing he can make them come with just his voice fueling their imagination. Considers rigging a personal line for himself in his room so that they can have some more privacy, and call at any hour they wish. 

Shameful Secret: Object Insertion. He is slightly ashamed to admit that he would love to insert the end of his prosthetic into his partner. Of course, he would put a nub on the end so they don’t hurt themselves, and he would control the insertion, but he thinks it would be incredibly sexy. Watching them take the smooth, cool metal into their body, stuffing them so full with a piece of himself. I really is his dirty little secret.

Striker

Biggest Fantasy: Orgasm Denial. This giant shit absolutely loves the slow burn and denial he can provide his partner. Tying their arms behind their back and holding them down as he has his way with them. Even worse, he will make them suffer through denial after denial while he gets his rocks off as many times as he wants. However, they best beware if they cum without his permission, or there will be a severe punishment. 

Shameful Secret: Squirting. Something the complete opposite of his usual behavior, he loves fingering his lover until they are squirting all the way up his chest. Helping them reach a peak and ride that wave that takes twice as long to come down from. He especially feels accomplished when they open their mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. They completely lose their breath and sense of mind when he works them over so thoroughly. 

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Thank you so much for this wonderful request! I had so much fun coming up with each thing, though part way there it got a bit deep and emotional. But hey, I would LOVE to do these for more characters! Hope you enjoy!

Galahad

He typically doesn’t have this problem, but after a long day of handling some difficult situations for the Cristiano family, he is rather tired and out of sorts. However, he had promised to be with s/o, and he didn’t want to disappoint them. They started off slowly, kissing until their tongues tangles, his thick fingers weaving into their hair. They press their chest against his, and slowly rotate their hips against his. They don’t think anything of it when they don’t feel his arousal right away. They slither down his body until they are kneeling between his legs, and they smile up at him. He lifts his hips as they undo his belt and pull his pants down. He gives a slight his when they rub him through his underwear. 

When they pull the band of his underwear down, and pull his soft length out, they immediately set out to stroking and mouthing at the length. Galahad can feel faint tingles shooting from his cock up his spine, but not enough to encourage his arousal to harden. He notices they double their efforts, doing their best to make him harden, but his brain is just to foggy and mixed-up from his day. When his s/o looks up at him, they actually catch him trying to hide a yawn. They feel immediately bad that they didn’t notice how exhausted he was, and help him back into his underwear. 

Galahad feels both shocked and extremely pleased when they undress him, leaving his underwear on. He is slightly embarrassed at his lack of arousal, but they immediately quiet him. His s/o assures him that it’s okay to be too tired for sex, and they wished they had noticed sooner. Instead, they are stripping down and crawling into bed with him, doing their best to cuddle against him. He is surprised and grateful for their understanding, and wonders what he might have done right to deserve such and understanding partner. He promises them some fun in the morning, but they assure him again by telling him that he should focus on getting sleep, and they can think about sex another day. 

Hausen

He is going to be mortified. He has never had the problem in the past, and doesn’t completely understand why he is having it now. He actually got permission to leave the Guild, and wants to spend a fun night with his s/o. They had been planning a fun night together for a while, but he had been too busy with work and Guild duties to get away. He initially felt the excitement course through him when they first met up, but after a nice dinner and some drinks, he seems to be getting more and more relaxed. He thought that was a good thing, however, not that his s/o is rubbing him though his pants and he can’t get hard, he is upset. 

His s/o will stop trying to stroke him through his pants and loo at him with concern. He almost doesn’t know whether to be more upset or angry at the look on their face.But he decides to take a deep breath to calm himself down. He almost tells them to get off his lap when they wrap their arms around his neck in a hug. They ask him if he has been sleeping well after work, and he realizes that he has hardly been giving himself any sort of reprieve from his long days. He only focused on working hard and earning his time off. Even without him having to say, they suggest getting some rest first. If they feel like it in the morning, then they can have sex then. Maybe even wake him up with a blowjob. 

He groans at the sound of their promise, but realizes it is better than continuing to embarrass himself. They move off of him and they both get ready to sleep, but they notice he still seems rather tense, and won’t look them in the eye. Once they are both stripped down and under the covers, they move to cradle him against their chest. He is shocked for a moment, but allows himself to sink into their hold. They comfort him with loving words, and explain that they will never think less of him for something like this. They both have moments when they are too tired to think about sex, but that will never put a wrench in their relationship. Ultimately, they are there to love and support each other. Orgasms are just a bonus. 

Worick

There is something about his s/o’s scent that is throwing him off that night. He can’t quite figure out what exactly it is, but the scent not only makes him stay soft, but almost raises a little bit of panic. He believes he can ignore, and puts on a smile for them as they go back to his place to have some hot sex. They both look forward to the moments they have alone, and Worick doesn’t want his damned brain to ruin this. Yet, when he has them pinned beneath him on his bed, and he still can’t get the horrid feeling to go away, or his cock to harden, he knows he has to be honest. He stops their progress and sits up so he is turned away from his s/o. He doesn’t want to see the hurt look on their face when he tells them how weak-willed he is being. 

What he doesn’t expect is for them to support his feelings. They tell him that he should have said so sooner, and they would have showered and changed. More than anything, they want him to feel equal and safe in the relationship, and if their scent is causing him to panic, they will gladly throw the fragrance away. What shocks him even more is when they dart from his room, only half dressed, the other part of their outfit in their hands. They run to the shower, and are stuffing their clothes into the washing machine without question. Worick remains on the edge of his bed, speechless. 

When they arrive back in his room, dressed in one of his shirts and smelling of his shampoo, he gives them a weak smile. The lay down next to him on the bed, and he wastes no time in burying is face in their neck. for some reason, he just really needs their comfort. They don’t hesitate to give him just that. They stroke his harm and hum him little songs that have the nerves unfurling in his stomach. They soothe him, saying that he doesn’t have to worry about anything but getting some rest. They speak slowly, and he surprisingly finds eye closing. 

Nicolas

He is going to be angry with himself. He doesn’t find himself jumping into sex that often, so when he is in the mood for something, he wants it damn it! However, after receiving an amplified downer from Dr. Theo earlier that day, he didn’t think he would be left feeling so empty. Usually by the end of the day, he would be back to normal, and he wasn’t worried about it. He went about his dinner with his s/o as usual. When they went back to her place for some alone time, he thought for sure he would be up for whats he was implying over dinner and wine. 

However, he still didn’t feel completely recovered yet by the time they reach their bedroom. He kept them in his lap, grinding up into them as they tangled their tongue with his. He was trying everything in is power to get a response from himself, even imagining them in the dirtiest positions possible. Yet, most of his nerves still felt numb. Suddenly angry with his own body, he lifts his s/o from his lap and tosses them aside onto the bed. They squeak with surprise, and watch him as he stomps to the bathroom. He slams the door behind him and immediately sticks his hand into his pants. Even stroking himself vigorously among their scent, he gets no reaction. So he splashes his face, and prepares to tell them he is going home. 

Yet, when he emerges from the bathroom, he finds them waiting for him. They grab his arms before he can utter a word, and ask if he is okay. The concern in their eyes makes his stomach clench. He mentions something about doing this another day, and how he has to get back to the Benriya office. Yet, they don’t let him go that easily. The worried and hurt sound of their voice keeps him from leaving, and he gathers all of his courage to tell them the truth. He more snaps it at them, but instead of being upset or even angry, they soothe him. They are pulling the clothes from his body, running their fingers over his new woulds and asking if he feels sick at all. He only grunts at them, but allows them to drags him to bed. He doesn’t know if he will sleep much once he is under the covers with them, but he at least can promise that he will be more than ready to go before the sun comes up in the morning. 

Anon, you have really blessed me with a lot of asks that spiked my imagination. These were so much fun, and I hope you come back to ask for more. I hope you enjoy~

He usually wakes up a little rough in the morning, nightmares haunting his thoughts long after he has opened his eyes. These days, however, he finds that they aren’t so bad. His girlfriend is sprawled out next to him on the small bed, her hair in tangles as she faces the wall. He lays there and allows himself to wake up a little more, before leaning forward and placing a worm kiss against her shoulder. 

The strap of her tank top has slipped down in her slip, as well as the hem having rode up. She is a little bit of a chaotic sleeper, and Worick has woken more then once with a couple of bruises from her moving. He thinks about the possibility of moving in a larger bed, and forfeiting the small amount of room for a more comfortable sleeping experience. He doesn’t really spend much other time in the room besides to sleep anyway. 

She sleeps right through his tender touch, but the fresh scent of her skin and the warmth she emits draws him closer. She smells so clean and innocent, something so different from himself. It’s no wonder he finds himself addicted to her presence. He moves closer to her, spooning against her back, and in her sleep she still presses into him. One muscled arm wraps around her waist and he buries his nose in her hair. He hums when he catches the familiar scent of his shampoo. She is always begging to have soft hair like his, and he thinks it’s the cutest thing. 

His hold on her has finally caused her to stir, and she stretches against him. She hums and nearly purrs as she rubs back against him, and he lets more of his weight settle against her. Her own hand grabs a hold of his, and he brings it up to her lips for a kiss. She places chaste kisses against his hand a couple of times before dropping it and wiggling in his grasp. For a moment, he thinks she might want to get up, so he backs away from her. He can feel himself hanging precariously on the edge of the mattress. 

However, she flips over and pulls him against her. He finds his head smooshed against her chest as she strokes his hair, taking in his scent the way he had hers. She hums lightly, her sleepy voice cracking every so often. He finds the sound of her heartbeat under his ear, and his arms wrap around her. Her soothing continues, as if she has every remedy to chase away his demons; and he lets her comfort him as much as she likes. He finds the actions rather reassuring. 

“Good morning, handsome,” she finally speaks. He pulls away slightly to look up at her bare face, so precious to him. So different from the other women who wore layers of makeup. For him, she was nothing but honest and natural; and he loved every bit of it. 

Wordlessly, he leans up and places a kiss against her lips. She smiles and hums against his lips as they kiss tenderly for a moment. The warmth of the morning has him feeling tender, and he is reluctant to let this moment pass. Well, until...

“Babe, you have morning breath.” His girlfriend giggles against his lips as she tells him. He pulls back for a moment and stares at her as she tries to contain her laughter. He shakes his head and grabs her harder, jostling her in the bed and making her laughter erupt. She squeals and smacks him playfully. 

“Like you have any room to talk, you little brat.” He growls against her, and she laughs even harder. Worick soon finds himself joining in on her joy, unable to escape the contagious feeling. Once they finally calm down, laying in the comfort of the mussed bed; Worick thinks about the long day ahead of him. He already can’t wait to crawl back under the covers with her.

Nicolas

He gets up really early so that he can exercise and shower. He never really used a bed before meeting his girlfriend, and he still isn’t always convinced of its practicality; but laying in bed with her is one of the few nice moments he gets. He rolls carefully from the bed, making sure that the blankets stay tucked around her. He watches her breathing for a moment, transfixed by the rhythmic rise and fall. He leans back down to place a chaste kiss on her head. 

What he doesn’t expect is for her to flip over and throw her arms around his neck. She buries her face against his neck and refuses to let go when he tugs a little. He sighs against her and leans back down into the bed. She rubs her face against his neck like a needy kitten. He can feel his face flush and his ears get hot. 

Once she quits her rubbing, he places his hands on hers to try and pull her away, but she hangs on with all of her strength. Nico sighs and kneels back onto the bed. Using his moment of weakness, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and flips him back onto the bed. He stares up at her in shock and she gives him a sleepy smile. With his back pressed into the warm spot she inhabited a moment ago, she climbs on top of him and lays on his chest. He just lays there with his eyes fixed to the ceiling and his arms at his sides. 

She placed a kiss under his chin and rubbed a hand along one of his arms, trying to comfort him as she drifted toward sleep on top of him. However, he couldn’t let her get away with that. He needed to get up. When he lifted his hands to push against her shoulders, but she held on to him again. He sighed loudly this time and flipped them over. He pushed up on his hands and stared down at her. Still sleepy, she looked up at him with a pout.

“Don’t leave me alone in bed.” she signed. Even in the dark he caught the precise movement of her hands. He sighed again and leaned down to place a chaste kiss against her lips. She rubbed her hands up and down his back as he leaned back into her. He had trouble making up his mind. He knew he had a long day ahead of him, but he wanted nothing more than to just forget it and stay in bed with her. 

“I have to get ready or Worick will bother us.” he signed back. His lip curled up when she frowned. Her scowl wrinkled her face and she nearly looked like a scolded child. He leaned down to kiss her lips again, and her features smoothed out. She carded her fingers through his short black hair, and he hummed under her touch. He rested his forehead against hers, and breathed in her scent. He could easily pick up on the scent of her shampoo, but there was also her natural scent that he loved so much. 

He was easily lulled back into her by her scent, and he found himself settling back in. Her warmth enveloped him, and he hummed as he nestled in with her. Suddenly, a knock came from the doorway, and Nico looked up to see Worick standing there. He tapped his watch, and immediately set back up the stairs. What Nico didn’t  expect was for his girlfriend to stick out her middle finer at the now-empty doorway. He buried his face in her neck and chuckled, her throaty voice rough.

Delico

He usually got up early, and his girlfriend would get up and start the day with him. It never failed to make his heart beat when she would kiss him awake. She would look over his delicate features, in love with the soft, pale color of his hair. She would brush her fingers over his cheek a few times until she saw his nose wrinkle and his lashes start to flutter. When he cracked one eye open to look at her, she would lean in and give him a soft kiss. Something to tease him awake and send him looking for more. 

He would stretch out next to her in the bed, and she would rub over his arms or back to soothe any aches he might have. He softened to putty beneath her fingers, and they both loved it. With a hum, he would reach out and take her into his arms, returning some of the love she showed him as the sun barely started to show over the horizon. They kiss more, the smacking sound the only thing braking the silence in their room. 

His girlfriend climbs on top of him and brushes the hair away from his face. He used to be embarrassed when she would look over his face, and even now he could feel his cheeks heat up slightly. She brushed her fingers through his fine hair, and he stared up at her with dual-colored eyes. She traced a finger down his cheek, and he was tempted to turn away from her gaze. He swore she could see right into his soul when she gave him such a loving look. 

“You are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.” She says and loves to watch the color blossom across his face. He puts his hands up, as if trying to cover everything, but she holds them back and leans down for another kiss. Delico is happy for the distraction, and keeps her kissing him. Her lips are soft against his own, and he swears he can still taste the syrupy dessert they shared the night before. She is always sweet, in taste and heart. 

Just when their kiss starts to get heated, and knock sounds at the door. They both jump from the sudden sound, and Delico rolls them over so he is on top of her. She warms under his protective hold as he glares at the door. Yang’s playful call comes through the wood. “You better hurry up in there and freshen up, we have an early start today.” Delico groans as he listens to his best friend’s footsteps fade down the hall. 

His girlfriend wraps her arms around his middle and rubs her head against his chest. With his focus back o her, he can’t help but smile. “I know he is your best friend, but sometimes I just want to gag him.” He chuckles at his girlfriend’s words, knowing that she means them in a lighthearted manner. Some days Delico would agree with her. He wants nothing more than to escape the day with her, tucked safely in the blankets of their bed. But he has a job.

“How about we have a quick breakfast, and you can shower with me.” He offers. He chuckles at how quickly her head pops up. He rarely offers her such luxuries in the morning, especially if he knows he has to get going quickly. She knows this means he is as reluctant to leaver her as she is to see him go. 

“Can I sit on your lap during breakfast?” She asks. “So greedy today. But yes, you may.” Delico happily complies with her wish. He would gladly give her anything in his power, and then some .She but need only ask. She wriggles beneath him at his promise, and he knows she is more eager to start the day with him.

Galahad

He had spent the night with his girlfriend at her apartment, glad to be away from the cramped and sterile environment of the guild. She had a bed large enough to accommodate his large frame, and he loved it even more when he curled into his side for warmth. Galahad produced heat like a furnace, and she loved to cuddle up to him to get toasty. He rubbed a large calloused hand over his weary face as the sun peeked in through the curtains. 

At his slight movement, his girlfriend started to stir. She whimpered at the interruption in her sleep, rubbing her face against his side. One arm snaked across his abdomen, and her fingers danced over the skin. Her delicate fingers traced over a few scars and dragged over the patches of hair he wore proudly. So many men had little hair on their bodies in the sick city of Ergastulum, and his girlfriend had expressed on more than one occasion how much she loves his body hair. 

He stretched his arms above his head and his shoulders each gave a loud pop. He groaned at the sudden adjustment, and it caused his little lover to raise her head and look at him with one eye open. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her messy hair and the little bit of drool dried to her cheek. Turning onto his side, he pulled her against his chest and swept the hair from her face. He placed a chaste kiss against the tip of her nose, and she kept running her hand over his chest. 

She wrote secrets into the expanse of his skin, numerous words that he couldn’t keep up with, but he could feel the sincerity and love in every one. He traced shapes on her back as she continued to map his chest, and he felt his heart squeeze at the gentle expression on her face. He reached out to still her hand, and she looked at him with such trust.

“Can I have my morning kiss?” She nodded immediately and scoot up in the bed so she could reach him more comfortably. He wrapped one large hand around her waist and held her sturdy as she leaned in for a morning kiss. What he expected to be a quick peck turned into a slow tango of lips. He chuckled against her mouth when she peeked her tongue out to play with his lip ring. Another aspect of himself that she loved wholeheartedly. 

He kept his firm hold on her waist and pulled her onto his chest as he rested back down on the bed. She crossed her hands at his chest and stared down at him with adoration. She reached up to wipe the sleep from his eyes, and wiped them away on her own shirt. She rested her head against him and sighed dramatically.

“What’s the matter, princess?” He rubbed her back and she purred beneath his touch. 

“How am I supposed to let the most beautiful man i the world walk out of my bed? You make things difficult for me Gal. You make me want to keep you.” He smiled up at her confession. His chest burst with care and adoration. In his life, there was very little that mattered more than this woman, and most of them were merely out of obligation. And he knew he would do almost anything for this woman; her every wish was his command.

“Maybe if you are good today, I can manage to come back over tonight for some dinner.”

Thank you so much @gangsta-a0 for this wonderful request. I am so very sorry for the delay on getting this out to you. Hope you enjoy the sweet tenderness of our boys in the morning. I truly love them all so much.

Galahad

First off, I feel like whether it is a shower or bath, things are gonna get tight. Showers in this world are pretty standard unless you are loaded, and Galahad is a big piece of hunky man. 

He doesn’t mind though. If he has it in his heart to share this moment with his s/o, then he is going to make it work come hell or high water. 

He will make sure the temperature is to his s/o’s liking, so that they are comfortable under the spray. Encouraging them to disrobe while he gets everything together, he gets distracted from time to time as their body is revealed to him. It’s not the first time he is seeing them naked, but that doesn’t mean he still can’t enjoy the show. 

Once they are bare, he offers them a gentlemanly hand as they step into the shower. He watches them for a moment to make sure they are settled before he starts practically ripping the clothes from his body. He proudly bares his barrel chest and thick muscles to his s/o, proud as they watch him unabashedly from the shower. 

He squeezes in behind them, and pulls them back against his chest. He makes sure they are still comfortable in the spray, and reaches around them for the soap. However, the idea of that scent clinging to their skin all day has him kind of hot. 

His s/o will turn in his arms and wet their hair. He lathers the cloth gently over their skin, watching for any sort of reaction. They may flinch or giggle at certain parts, while others may make them gasp slightly. It is a chance for him to explore and appreciate their body outside of a sexual scene. 

When they lather their hair, his fingers with gladly join the dance. His thick fingers massaging their scalp, making sure every precious strand is soaped up. He surprised them by tilting their head back so he can work the suds out himself. He loves the intimate moment of caring for them. 

He smiles down at them when they start to lather him up in return. Their beautiful hands dragging the cloth over his skin. He can see emotions flash across their face as they smooth over scars in his deep skin. Some show more than others, and he has more than he cares to keep track of. 

He is slightly surprised when they lean in to kiss a few, their attention on every mark more than gentle, but comforting as well. He is not one who has a problem with his body, he knows he is handsome to men and women. However, to see such tenderness from his s/o really makes his chest feel like it’s on fire. 

He wraps one strong arm around them, lifting their feet from the shower floor to flip them. Now that they are clean,it’s his turn to wash up. He has a special routine to care for his dreadlocks, but he can see the fascination in their eyes as he cleans them up. 

Their hands never stops moving over his body as he washes up, and he loves them feel of them touching him. They trace over his muscles and map out all of the fabulous parts of his body. He growls slightly when they lather up his cock, getting his blood pumping a little. 

He keeps naughty touches to a minimum for the most part. Their first shower together is all about comfort and cleanliness. If they get a little huffy when he stops them from getting intimate, then he will happily tell them they can next time.

Before they know it, he is turning off the water and reaching for a towel. He wraps them up first, helping them step out of the shower so they do’t slip. When he sees they are steady on their feet, then he grabs his own towel and wraps it around his waist. 

He enjoys running his hands over their body to help them dry off, and questions whether or not he should have skipped the opportunity for sex in the shower. 

Hausen

It’s quite the bonding moment when Hausen agrees to share a bath with his s/o. He is a strong, independent, and busy man. For him to share his down time with his s/o really shows how important he considers them. 

He sits on the side of the tub as he starts the water, making sure the temperature is nice for the both of them. As the water runs, he goes about removing his clothes, and his s/o follows suit. He finds it cute when they turn from him slightly, but he is understanding. 

Once he is down to his underwear, he removes his prosthetic. Setting it aside so it is away from the water, he gets a little more comfortable. He watches his s/o finish undressing, and gives them a warm smile when they turn back to meet his gaze. He feels heat across his skin as they look him over. 

He turns off the water and waves them over. He holds out a hand as they step into the tub, and he watches them get settled in one end. Removing his underwear, his arms flex and he works himself down into the other end. It’s normal routine for him, but his s/o doesn’t seem to relax until he is seated comfortably before her. 

They stretch their legs out between his, careful not to move around too much. His own leg brushes against theirs, and he grins when goose bumps scatter across their skin. 

In order to distract themselves from Hausen’s unwavering gaze, they grab a cloth and some soap. They lather themselves up, working over every inch of their skin. Hausen enjoys himself even more as they expose different parts of themselves to clean and scrub. 

When they seem to slow, he hols his hand out for the soap, but instead he gets them moving toward him from the other end of the tub. They straddle his legs and re-lather the cloth. They flush and peek up at his face as they run the cloth over his chest. He leans back and allows them to explore his body as they scrub him down. 

They work over the rippling muscles in his body, and trace over the scars carved deep into his skin. He almost stops them when he sees the sadness flash in their eyes, but moans when they lean in to kiss the marks. His skin is sensitive to their touch, and he revels in their loving attention. 

Their hands move below the water, and he has to hold his breath as they gently wash his cock. Their nimble fingers massage over the delicate skin, and reach further back to fondle his balls as well. He nearly cries when they pull away, but he understands that this their time to explore him. They scoot back as they wash over his legs. 

His skin is sensitive around the end of his amputation, but he stays perfectly still as their fingers map over the scarred skin. Then, their attention is drawn to the other leg. Once thoroughly washed, they move back up to sit in his lap. 

He gladly welcomes them into his arms, and holds them as the water cools around them. When he feels them start to shiver in his arms, he pats their shoulder and tells them to get up. There are two towels outside the tub, and they reach for one when they stand. 

Hausen sighs and he reaches for the plug in the tub, feeling that the intimate encounter ended all to soon. He stands carefully and reaches for his own towel. 

His s/o stands casually drying their hair as he dries himself off and reaches for his prosthetic again. 

Nicolas

He is going to probably be the most utilitarian about the whole first shower. He starts up the water to his usual temperature and leaves them to disrobe as he focuses on shedding his own clothes. He doesn’t want them to feel any pressure form him, but his showers are an in-and-out kinda thing. 

Once they are nude, he holds back the curtain and waves them in. When they step in, he follows right behind them and positions them right into the spray. Their head leans back in the hot water, and Nico grabs a cloth with soap. 

While they close their eyes and shampoo their hair, they suddenly feel his hands on their body as he soaps them down. They jerk a little at the sudden touch, and they swear they can feel him pause for a moment. They peek one eye open and he quirks a brow at them. 

As hey continue to wash their hair, he works over the sections of their body. At first it may just feel as though he is being thorough with his cleaning, but when they stop to consider his touches they feel more intimate. He smooths calloused hands over their smooth skin, and his eyes follow his fingers and he washes them.

He doesn’t even pause when it comes to cleaning their genitals, but he is very gentle with his touches. An quick smirk passes over his face when he rubs against them just right, and they gasp a little. 

When they are clean and the suds are swirling down the drain, he switches spot with them.He is quick to wet and lather his short black hair. However, he huffs lightly when he feels the cloth smooth over his chest and the scent of the soap hits his nose. He slows the pace washing his hair so they can take their time exploring his body. 

He appreciates that they are thorough in their cleaning, but his skin twitches when they drag their fingers over his numerous scar. He has so many that he has lost count. Getting an injury has become normal to him.

When they rest their hands on his hips, he peeks an eye open and looks at them. They are watching his face, almost expectant. He nods once and they continue down.

He can’t really help that his cock twitches whether they lather up his junk, but keeps his composure surprisingly well. They are thorough in mapping out the flacid cock, and their fingers travel back to fondle his balls, soaping them up as well. 

Once they have lathered at the way down is legs, he turns in the spray of the shower to let the suds wash from his skin. They work on his back, and his muscles dance under their touch as they trace the tattoo inked into his back. 

He hums low in his chest when he feels their lips trail over his back as they continue to soap him up. He feels their lips drag down over his back, in the dips at the base, before their presence disappears. 

He nearly yelps when they pinch his butt, but they go back to soaping up any areas they may have missed. 

When he turns back to them to rinse one last time, they are smirking up at him. He snorts at them and steals the rag. Making sure everything is cleaned up, he turns the water off and reaches past the curtain for some towels. 

He hands one to his s/o, and they wrap in around themselves. He wraps his own around his waist and flings back the curtain. He steps out and they follow after him. He immediately takes place in front of the mirror, running a hand over his jaw. 

His s/o turns away to dry their hair, and with the towel skewing their vision, Nico reaches out and pinches their butt in return. They yelp and turn back to him with flushed cheeks, but he is busy lathering his face up for a shave.

I hope this turned out well. There isn’t much NSFW because that wasn’t specified. Thank you for the request anon. I truly miss writing for these characters, and find that I still have such a passion burning for them.

Galahad

He was probably monitoring his s/o as they drank. He is a regular in the bar scene, and has many connections to get his s/o into the good places. It is not his first time seeing them drunk, and he can’t help that they look so cute when they get all cuddly from the alcohol. As long as they aren’t too drunk, he is more than happy to give them a little lovemaking. Taking things slow and pampering them so they don’t get dizzy or sick. They respond so well to his touch, more sensitive than usual when they are drunk. However, if they show any sign of falling asleep or becoming disinterested in what he is doing, then he will stop immediately. It doesn’t matter if he is already straining against his pants, he wants them to be willing and present in their sex. Otherwise, he will strip them out of their clothes and tuck them straight into bed. 

Hausen

He laughs at their sill behavior and takes tons of pictures of them. Things that he can tease them about later, but in a loving way. When they start to grind up against him, he has no problem with giving them kisses and indulging them a bit. However, he doesn’t really like to take things too far when they are a little out of their minds. It’s not as fun if they aren’t going to remember some of the things he does. He would more than happily get them off from grinding, or maybe even going down on them. He’s not going to worry about himself, he already got enough enjoyment from just watching them. However, in the morning when they raise their aching head from their pillow and give him a questioning look, he is going to remind them that they owe him one. And preferably while not drunk. 

Worick

He has had more drunken sex than most, probably. He might even be a little tipsy himself. They stumble back to his room, and he is more than happy to indulge them when they rub against him. Drunken sex is just another experience that they can share together, and he is still present enough to give them the orgasm they are seeking. Things are clumsy, and arousal climbs quickly, but it is still a mind blowing experience for the two of them. Worick has enough experience to know how to get them to the edge before they get too tired, and is very happy when they seem to want him to cum just as badly. He also really loves how much more cuddly they become when they are drunk.

Nicolas

He is slightly off-put by their behavior. While he understands they are just having fun, he would really rather not have to look after them like a child. When they start to rub up against him and get a response from him; he is going to be shocked. At first, he will let them get a little fresh with him. Running their hands over his body, and kissing is neck. Even drunk, he can’t fight how good they feel touching him so intimately. However, he will come to his senses and quickly usher them to the bathroom. A quick cold shower and a change into their pajamas will have them shocked enough for him to tuck them into bed. He will lay with them until they calm down and finally drift to sleep. If he is doing anything with them, he sure as hell doesn’t want them drunk. 

Delico

He, too, would be a little shocked by their forward behavior. He has been hovering over them the entire night as they down drink after drink, worrying over their safety. Once they are back in the security of his room, then he will let them be a little more wild. He is flustered when they climb into his lap and start begging him to touch them. He is hesitant at first, asking them f they wouldn’t rather wait until they aren’t drunk. If they give up easily, or start to fall asleep, then he knows it’s time to put them to bed. However, if they insist on getting pleasure from him, he will indulge them to the bare minimum. He makes sure they cum once or twice, before quickly tucking them under the blankets. He worries about whether or not it was the right decision, and has a talk with them about it in the morning. 

Marco

He finds them extremely cute, and after a couple of drinks of his own, he is more receptive to their advances. Of course, he is still sober enough to be careful and pay attention to their bodily cues, but if they are feeling horny then he doesn’t see how some orgasm will hurt. He takes things slow, asking them what they want, and doing just that. He tries not to jostle them too much, or spin them around too much. He would hate to be the cause of a headache... or worse. He worships their body, and makes sure that they are having a better time than he is. He wants them falling apart until they can barely keep their eyes open. He worries less about his own arousal, and will handle it later if he doesn’t get his turn. He makes sure to wipe them down and tuck them securely into bed when they are done. 

Thank you anon, for another wonderful request. I really enjoy writing these. I hope you enjoy~

He would find this so incredibly endearing. When kisses got hot and heavy, his large body leaning over them, they grab his arms and start to wiggle beneath him.

They nip at his lips with enthusiasm and Galahad can tell that they want to take the lead this time. He happily flips them over so his s/o is straddling his lap, but the minute they are on top, they freeze.

He watches them with kind eyes, giving them a moment to gather themselves. Their fingers tangle in his shirt, and when they lean in to kiss him, they go back to being chaste. The small pecks, along with a bit of shivering, tells him all he needs to know.

“Feeling nervous?” he asks them. He rubs his large, hot hands up and down their back. They seem to relax a little under his soothing touch, and he speaks with a low and loving voice. 

“You need me to guide you?I don’t mind.” He says with so much love. His s/o looks at his from under their lashes, cheeks fiery red as they nod slowly. He will never judge them for not knowing what to do, and it is his honor as their partner to help them comfortably and consensually. 

Haisen

He is going to tease. He loves his s/o more than anything, but does not pass up the opportunity to tease them a little and help them come out of their shell. 

He was feeling a little tired, his knees a little achy after a long day of work. They had no problem rubbing up against him while he had them them pinned to the bed. However, the moment he flipped them over, they stared down at him with owl eyes.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer shock on their face, as if they had been caught doing something bed. Well, they were being a little naughty just a moment ago, but he encouraged that behavior in his bedroom. They flush from the root of their hair down below the collar of their shirt. He finds it beautiful and endearing.

“Just a moment ago you were rubbing against me like a cat in heat. What happened?” He would tease them lightly. They cover their face with their hands and hide in his chest. He laughs, which bounces them around slightly, and rubs his hands over their back. When they refuse to look at him, he places a kiss on the crown of their head. 

“It’s okay, you can lay on me. Stay pressed against me and let me taste your lips.” The romantic side of him comes out, and he is ready to lovingly coax them into a more familiar intimacy.

Worick

He is probably the most patient about these things. He has had more experience in anything intimate and sexual than most people he knows. With those that are less experienced, he can understand the pause. He flips them over on top of him without thinking, the bucking of their hips and the grasping of their hands making him think they want control.

He freezes when they freeze, not willing to make a hasty move and make them uncomfortable. He watches their face as their eyes dart around in panic, and they keep their hands up as if they are suddenly afraid to touch him.

“It’s okay, darling. There’s no need to feel nervous with me. I’ll help you.” Worick immediately sets out to reassure them. They shiver a little on top of him, so he slow rubs his hands over them to soothe them again. Once they calm down enough to plat their hands on his chest, he gives them a heartwarming smile and puts his hands over theirs.

“Follow my instructions, but eel free to take over whenever you are ready.” He instructs them to lean down and kiss him, starting slow and chaste, letting them build up at their own speed. His hands never stray far or push for more than they are ready to give, and he is happy to move at their pace.

More than anything, he wants to teach them the pleasurable benefits of taking control. He never wants them to feel pressured or forced, and hopes to give them an intimate experience that they will want to revisit with him.

Not a problem darling, your English is understandable to me! I hope these headcanons are alright. If you want a continuation with more NSFW, then go ahead and drop by my inbox. I would be more than happy to~

Worick

I feel like Worick, probably more than any other character, would understand where she is coming from when she finally admits to be afraid of the expectations of a relationship. The pressure to act a certain way, and to commit a certain amount of time to someone. Rigid dates to places that neither person enjoys, and putting on heirs so that the other person believes you to be something impressive. What a load of stress neither of you need. 

He sits her down at the office, the window open and letting a breeze in. Alex and Nico are out for the day, leaving the two of you alone to discuss the matter. Worick had noticed you acting rather strangely, and wanted for you to be honest with him. Once he finds out the matter, he knows exactly how to handle it. 

“We make our own rues for our relationship. If there is something we don’t like or don’t want to do, we discuss it with each other and set these things in place. We don’t have to have labels, and there is no expectation from me to you other than to stay safe and take care of yourself. If you ever feel like you can’t do either, then I hope you trust me enough to come to me. I will always protect you, and I will always care for you when you need me.”

His girlfriend looks shocked by his words. She never would have hoped to be so lucky with a man, especially one with Worick’s reputation. But here he is, laying things our for her and letting her decide what she wants. 

She is honest from then on about the things that make her uncomfortable, whether it be PDA, or fancy dates, or some of the cheesy name Worick comes up with to call her. 

She is surprised when one of the girls at Big Mama’s asks Worick what she is to him. She feels her gut drop as she realizes the prostitute is fishing for a label or claim. Worick, instead, stick the girl with a flat look. “We’re together, what’s it to you?” She is floored by his brash tone with the young woman, but even more so by how unbothered she is by the sentence. They are together, so none of it is a lie. But it doesn’t feel restricting.

When they progress into the relationship, she is happy when Worick doesn’t push for anything. They just continue going day by day as they usually do, enjoying themselves in each other’s company. Once she is more comfortable with the free feeling of the relationship, she even lets Worick call her ‘darling’ in private. Some so simple, yet every time he uttered the word to her, she felt beautiful.

She was glad for his busy schedule, so she didn’t feel pressured to meet up with him every day. There were some days where she just needed to be her own person, and Worick was more than happy to give her that space. When they could be together, he always asked her what she wanted to do. Wen she didn’t have an answer, he knew her well enough to do something he knew she would enjoy. 

She considers herself a lucky woman, knowing that Worick will never put any expectation on her, or expect her to parade under false, cheesy labels. They could just be themselves with each other, and be in love without condition or interference from the rest of the world. 

Marco

Marco would be confused at first. What was she made to believe a relationship entailed? Who taught her that she had to do anything other than love her partner? He would feel a little worked up thinking about the pressure she must have felt, and held onto silently, while she navigated a relationship with him. He would start off this serious conversation with an apology.

“I am sincerely sorry if there has ever been a moment where I have made you feel pressure in our relationship. It is never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable, or to make you feel you have to do or be something you are not happy with. My only wish is that we can continue to see each other, and love each other.”

He negotiates the relationship with her, nervous. Feeling as if this too would set her on edge, or make her consider breaking things off. But he can’t help how much he loves her. He wants to be as honest about this as she is, and lead his girlfriend with him to a path of happiness. 

Hand holding is fine when they have the time for it, and he revels in very moment he gets to be in contact with her. He never pushes her farther than she wants, and respects her boundaries. She also admits how she is uncomfortable having dates at the club, knowing that when women come up to him, it is to proposition him for a night. It makes her feel... unwanted. 

It nearly kills Marco to hear these words, and he promises her exclusivity. Says he will do his est to prove his trustworthiness to her. 

She is hesitant about their label, thinking it more than enough that they are together and the rest is no on’es business. The people closest to them understand completely, happy to see them happy together. However, when Marco declines another woman a night in bed, she is surprised when she overhears his answer. 

He doesn’t get stern as he hold’s the woman’s gaze. He gives her a soft smile and speaks low, but firm. “You see, miss, I have no interest in you or any other woman who comes calling to me. I have a precious woman already, and she is the love of my life. Now if you could be so kind, and stop pushing the boundaries, I bid you goodnight.” 

She is shocked at how warm she feels. How loved and connected she feels to her lover. She knows over time they will work out exactly what they want from each other, and she doesn’t know how far the relationship will be taken. But she is thankful for the respect and love he gives her unconditionally, everyday. 

Thank you so much @ask-ares-andothergods for this question. I am so sorry for the delay in getting this to you, and hope this turned out to your liking. I wasn’t exactly sure what rules there are to relationships (cuz I don’t believe in set standards myself) but I hope this covered a general idea. If you would like an expansion or clarification, feel free to drop by my inbox.