#phrotting

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

Aftercare is almost medical with him, though it’s hardly by his hands alone. He’s a bit selfish, cleaning himself first (if he can move) before worrying about you. He’s usually completely spent, relying on the biografts to tidy up.

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

Subspace is far from fond of his body. It’s weak and rotting, and no matter how much he tries to ignore it, those years of being called ‘unsightly’ have gotten to him. But because of that, he knows just how important his mind is. Who cares what he looks like? He has the smarts to make up for it, doesn’t he?

He’s partial to your face. Your expressions are easy to read, even if you try to hide them. It’s nice not having to worry about ulterior motives when yours are projected on your features. He likes seeing those features twist in pleasure, mouth open in a moan as you lose control of your own face.

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

His cum is slightly pink, whether from rot or blood you don’t know, but he always insists on making sure it never touches you. He’s one of the few inphernals who actually use condoms.

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

Subspace likes to keep track of you, either by getting one of his robots to monitor you or installing a secret camera and watching you himself while he’s away. He knows it’s invasive to not tell you, but surely you understand the need for a control test, right?

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

Pretty much none. He was always caught up in work before the rot and after there’s hardly anyone who would want to. But he’s familiar with the anatomy of a body. He’s a quick learner and the type to write down how you react to certain stimuli.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He usually just goes for whatever's easiest. Mobility is a little hard for him, and so is any position that requires a lot of energy. His personal favorite is one where he gets to sit back and watch you fuck yourself on his cock. Without having to worry about staying up, he can fully take in your reactions.

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

He’s pretty serious because he knows one little mistake could put both you and him in danger.

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

Inphernals don’t really grow body hair. Though even if they did, the rot would make him incapable of it.

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

Romance is a pointless thought to him. While he understands the desire for it, he considers himself above it. He’ll scoff at your attempts to get closer to him, yet allow you to do so either way. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s used to repressing his sexual desires or being too exhausted from work to even think about it. Though once he’s realized just how much he’s been missing out on, it becomes one of his favorite ways to relieve stress — teeth bared in a snarl as he furiously fucks his fist, trying to get his mind off whatevers been frustrating him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Experimenting - It’s not something (lethally) dangerous, more like testing your limitations and seeing how much your body can handle. Things like pumping you full of drugs or seeing how many times he can deny your orgasm before you cry. He would do them on himself, but his body is weak as is. 

Dacryphila - Being a sadist, he’s always been drawn to the way you look crying from his doing. It doesn’t even have to be from pain, he’s plenty satisfied if he can get you to cry from overstimulation as well. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Nowhere near his working lab, contamination and all that. He prefers somewhere private with a bed he can pass out on afterwards. Though most people avoid his area altogether, so there’s no worry about someone hearing or seeing you. 

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

You’ve become one of his favorite ‘rewards’ after completing an assignment. The thrill and adrenaline of finishing something leaves him more excited than he’d like to admit. Plus, with the justification of doing his job, he doesn’t see the harm in fucking you as a compensation.

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

While his kinks can get pretty deprived, it’s easy for him to get turned off. Sometimes it happens randomly, his cock softening before you can even register what went wrong. 

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

It’s almost impossible for him to give you oral due to the rot and poison, but he does love receiving it. The sight of your lips wrapped around his cock, eyelashes batting away your tears as you try not to choke is worthy of being called ‘art’. His favorite part is when he cums and he has to pull it out of your mouth and release on the ground, your whine of denial almost making up for the fact that he can’t make you swallow.

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

He can’t go more than a mild pace, too weak to fuck you into the ground like he wants to. Though if he’s really desperate to see you ruined, he could always get one of his bots to do it for him.

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

He doesn’t see the appeal of quickies. Isn’t it better to take your time and enjoy watching you fall apart? If he were to do them, it’d be out of frustration and as a way to clear his mind before going right back to work.

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

Subspace loves experimenting if it’s at your expense. Things that could pose a danger to him are no-go, but if it mainly falls to you he’s all for it.

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

His stamina is pretty bad. He doesn’t recover energy like the rest do, so sex is usually limited to one or two rounds. Anymore than that and he’s running on sheer willpower and desire.

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

Subspace loves toys, he’s the type who will custom-make some just to use on you. Since his own body is pretty weak, he’ll make a simple sex machine to satisfy you when he can’t. He also likes to make sure you’re always ready to take him, plugging you up with a toy and keeping you nice and stretched out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Subspace can be pretty mean to you, especially since you always sound so much cuter when you’re begging for him to touch you. He could go hours while teasing you, ignoring his own arousal just to see you drown in yours.

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

With the way his mouth is he isn’t the loudest, what noises he does make usually come from his chest or the back of his throat. Not like you could tell from your own sounds.

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

He actually really likes soft sex, although he hates to admit it. Sometimes he’ll pump you high off drugs and wait until you get all tender and pliant, just to fuck you sweet and gentle. Like at Blackrock is lonelier than you can imagine, and he’d hate to drive away the only person keeping him company.

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

His cock is long and thin, almost fragile looking. The veins are a faint pink, trailing down from his tip and tapering off at the base. 

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

His libido is pretty subdued, the constant pain he’s in and overload of work the higher-ups drop on him usually squash his sex drive. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Subspace falls asleep almost immediately, and if he doesn’t then he’s usually just going back to work. Sex takes a lot out of him, so don’t expect him to stay up for long. If he does sleep, he tries to not do it on the same bed as you. As much as he yearns to feel your touch, he’d rather not accidentally poison you.

Reader™ lives in Crossroads despite the fact that they're dating Subspace, they go to visit him every once in a while. When they are staying in Crossroads Subspace likes using a Biograft to spy on Reader™. One day Subspace catches Reader™ talking and hanging out casually with Medkit. When Reader™ finally goes to visit Subspace in Blackrock they get punished because of Subspaces jealousy. Subspace edges/overstimulates the reader until he finally convinces himself that Reader™ doesn't like Medkit.

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↓Written by @juztnana!!!

Poly relationship with subkit but it's just the two of them sharing reader™.. Reader™ who spends time in both Blackrock and Crossroads because reader™ has property and family there.. Subkit who gets jealous whenever the other has reader™.. Canon interaction: reader™ in crossroads spending time with Medkit happily, subspace gets jealous and cranky, reader™ visits black rock (gets brutally fucked by subspace), medkit gets jealous and when reader™ comes back to crossroads, reader™ gets brutally fucked by medkit, reader™'s life on a daily basis is get fucked by their jealous partners send tweet

Well then oh boy youll like this,,, It's the same VA from the other coil audio except just a different scenario<333 you'll REALLY like this,,, You're also lucky I found this one for you ,,,,,!!!

↳ Coil Won't Let Some Prick Take You From Him

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↳ Tags / Things it has

[M4F] [Mdom] [Werewolf x Human] [BFE] [Party] [Pack Mate Hits On You] [Going Feral] [Pulling Him To The Bathroom] [Wolf Comes Out] [Growling] [Moans[ [Cunnilingus] [Rough Sex] [Mirror Sex] [Biting] [Multiple Breeding Creampies] [Aftercare] [L-Bombs]

I don't really think I need to add any tws,,,,, other than the fact that I mean there's growling and stuff and also you do get hit on and the guy is lowk a creep so just beware!!

“Skateebooarddd,” you drawled, tongue heavy in your mouth, “‘m scared.” Your tone was flat despite your words.

“What are you scared of?” He asked as he crawled into the bed next to you, back against the wall and legs next to your head. “I thought you took these before?”

It took you a minute to process what he said, too focused on the fact you could smell the outside bog and a hint of sweat from his pants. A gurgle rose in the back of your throat, head shaking in denial, “Mhm-nhm.”

His eyes widened ever-so-slightly, a tinge concern in his voice, “Shit, you should’ve told me that,” he paused, squinting in consideration. “You’ll be fine.”

“You don’t sound sure of that,” you snipped back, before you could stop yourself. “What if I die. It’s all gonna be your fault.” 

Skateboard laughed at you, waving off your concerns with a chuckled, “You’re not gonna die, you’re just gonna green out.”

He looked down at you, the angle letting you catch a glimpse of his eyes through his overgrown bangs. 

You looked like a lost puppy, eyes lidded, mouth open slightly, gaze on his face as if you were trying to memorize every detail. He parted his legs slightly, hand tapping his thigh. 

“Come here,” he invited, although with how fast you scrambled to his lap, it might as well have been a command. 

A wave of dizziness hit you, making your balance falter and your head crash onto him. 

His hands found themselves at your shoulders, pushing you back up and helping you settle down on one of his legs, “Careful love, take it slow.” 

You squinted at him, “Do you not feel that?” Your sight swirled around you, head pounding and hands shaking. 

The rumble of his chest was more satisfying than you’d like to admit, “I feel it — just not as much as you do.”

You whimpered, planting your face between his pecs and letting out a soft groan. His hoodie, although scented heavily with his sweat, smelled a lot better than his pants did. 

The sound of your deep inhales was audible, enough to make the skater flush a little. “Enjoying yourself there?” He joked, making no move to stop you. 

You let out a satisfied hum, digging your nose as far as you could. You hardly even noticed that you started to grind onto him, arms wrapped around the small of his waist and trembling slightly, just enough to press your body against his.

“Care-ful,” Skateboard’s voice broke as you curled into him, your warmth heavy on his body. 

Your hums sounded more like moans, pitching up an octave at the end and close enough to send a shiver down your spine. 

You were too dazed to notice the way your hips rut against his thigh, mindlessly chasing the pleasure as you rambled on in your head, mouth open to speak but nothing coming out but soft sighs. 

Each little shift pressed you harder against his tense muscles, which while felt good, it felt almost too good — enough to make him doubt his ability to control himself. 

“Hey - calm down, would you?” He rested his arm on your lower back, pressing down to stop your rutting. “You’re . . making it hard to think.” 

A high-pitched whine left your lips, “But ‘m scareddd.” You used what little control you had over your body to push against the weak force, rutting against his thigh like your life depended on it. 

Pleasure rolled through you like waves, your clit catching just perfectly on the edge of the fabric. Slick collected at your panties, soaking through them and leaving a small damp spot on your pants.

The friction was addicting, taking over your foggy brain and giving you something to focus on. You felt like you were melting, body moving in the single-minded pursuit of more.

As you did, your knee pressed hard against his crotch, slowly waking his cock up until he pressed against and leaked into the fabric of his underwear. He cursed lowly, breath hitching as he felt himself harden. 

Fuck, it had been way too long since he last got any action. He was starting to feel the effects of the cannabis too, that lovely familiar haze falling over him and filling his mind with raunchy thoughts. 

He couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for it though, not when you were practically asking for it. 

“Baby,” he groaned, pleasure coursing through him. “Can you get off of me? Just for a second I promise.”

His tone was so sweet you couldn’t help but falter, eyes flickering up at him and catching his red-flushed face, eyes shaking and lips bitten.

“F-fine,” you slurred, voice frothy with spit you forgot to swallow. 

Skateboard practically manhandled you, hands resting on the fat of your hips and flipping you over. Your back hit the soft mattress and half of your air got knocked out of your lungs.

A cough caught in your throat and he apologized softly, using his now freed hands to undo the buckle of his pants, finger stumbling before pulling them down and throwing them to the floor.

He’d pick it up later, right now, he was too focused on pulling his already leaking cock out of his underwear, pressing the tip against your damp shorts.

You raised your hips, pushing past the heavy blanket of fatigue to signal him to take your pants off. 

Though rather than grip the hem of them, his hands pushed the fabric to the side, fingers hooking at the wet material and letting them catch the space between your labia and your inner thigh.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how the edge dug into your skin, not when Skateboard’s warm cock pressed against your already slick slit, pressing itself between your lower lips and resting there.

He could feel how wet you were, the slick collecting on the bottom of his length, soft lips practically inviting him in. 

Likewise, you could feel the pulsing of his cock against your clit, hips bucking up and grinding against it, feeling the warmth slide against you. 

He bit his lip, cursing as your eyes fluttered shut and your limbs sprawled out on the bed. As much as you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close, you couldn’t bring yourself to move your arms.

All you could do was whine in desperation, pressing your chest upward and hoping that he would notice your desire. 

His hips took over your efforts, keeping up your pace and thrusting his cock against you, letting your puffy lips engulf his cock. 

Each slide of his throbbing length against your hyper-sensitive clit made you shake, feeling as if all of your nerves had shut down to collect at your pussy.

He leaned down, catching your open lips in a kiss and you could taste the bitter tinge of weed. 

His tongue tangled with yours, and before you could choke on your spit you could feel him suck it out of your mouth, pulling away with a string of spit connecting you to his smug smile.

It took you a second to realize what he did, cringing as you spoke, “You are - ngh - so weird.” 

He chuckled above you, “But you love it, don’cha?” 

The head of his cock caught on your hole, the tip popping in for just a second before pulling out and sliding against your clit. 

Your mouth opened in a shaky moan, eyes widening as your breath caught on his name. 

Skateboard took the chance to pull you into another kiss, all devouring and consuming. You felt yourself relaxing into it, giving him free will to do whatever he wanted to you.

The man took it in stride, using his long tongue to explore each corner of your mouth and sucking your excess spit into his mouth.

You felt his suck around your tongue one last time before pulling back with a grin, leaving you gasping for air. 

Before you could even close your mouth, he parted his lips and let the combined spit dribble back into your mouth, leaving you no other choice but to swallow it unless you wanted to choke.

It was degrading, and if you were in the right state of mind you’d probably be disgusted in both him and yourself. But as you were you could hardly care, too focused on the tingling of your limbs and the building pleasure spreading through your body.

You were sure you were going to cum from this alone, nerves stood on end as he rubbed against your clit. 

He wasn’t any better, cock leaking precum all over your pussy, mixing with your slick and leaving a sloppy mess. He knew he should stop, that he should keep it at this before he loses himself and goes any further.

If he was being honest, he was still conscious, way more than you were anyways. The difference in tolerance made him chuckle, the sight of you greening out underneath him so reminiscent of his own first time it made him nostalgic.

Even if he wasn’t high off the weed, his arousal was just as strong — as if, he was no better than you, hips moving on instinct and overcome with the need to fuck.

That animalistic desire muddled his brain, far more than any amount of drugs could. 

The next time his cock caught against your hole, he couldn’t stop himself from sliding in, using the lube to bottom out in one swift motion.

Your loose muscles tightened around him, though it wasn’t enough to hurt. He let you a low growl, your constricting walls making him bare his teeth. 

“Relax.” He groaned, hand sliding to the back of your neck and holding you up as he caught you in another kiss, this time slow and gentle, trying to coax you to let your guard down. 

It worked better than he thought it would, your pussy adjusting to him almost immediately. Your arousal left you pliant, melting into him like putty. 

The heat was overwhelming. Sweat prickling at your skin and wicking on your clothes. It was both too much and not enough, mind blanking out as you realized the man could do anything to you and you’d be okay with it.

You trusted him to take care of you — you wouldn’t have agreed to get high with him if you didn’t. 

Willing yourself to relax, you breathed out all the air from your lungs, whimpering weakly into the kiss as your muscles untensed and you put all your focus into feeling rather than fighting.

“That’s it,” he cooed as he watched you, parting to let you breathe, “just let me take over.”

He wasted no time to thrust in and out of you, trying to be gentle but not able to stop himself from picking up the pace, moving more on instinct than purpose.

Praises slipped from his mouth almost naturally, “So good for me. Like a little doll.” 

His tender tone made you moan, the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls making your stomach twist in desire. 

You were going to cum soon, and you didn’t even need to say it. The pulsing of your pussy and the way your moans hitched up in the back of your throat was enough for him to know, hips snapping up faster as he chased his own release.

He wanted to cum with you, limbs tingling with energy and excitement as he got lost in the way your walls gripped him, practically molding into his shape.

It was addicting, almost as much as the drug itself. Hell, right now he felt like he could give it up if it meant he’d get a taste of your pussy everyday.

But then again, there was no harm in having both, mind already trailing off to ‘next time’. If he could even will himself to pull out of you. 

Fuck, he cursed to himself. He needed to pull out. The coiling knot in his stomach and the tightening of his balls was a warning, his orgasm imminent. 

He knew he had to stop, to part from your terrible additive pussy and cum outside. 

But he couldn’t. No matter how many times his brain repeated it he couldn’t bring himself to.

Not that you would notice, too fucked out and focused on the pleasure that dared to consume you, your body falling deeper and deeper into the pit of gratification.

“S-skate-!” Your voice was pitchy and unrecognizable, toes curling and nails digging into the fabric of the sheets as you orgasm rushed into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jaw clenched and teeth grinding as you climaxed. 

It was stronger than you’d ever felt, enough to make your tongue press against the back of your teeth until you parted your lips and let it fall from your mouth, opening up to a moan.

The skater wasn’t far to follow, baring his teeth at how tight your pussy got before bottoming out, driving himself as deep into you as he could before curling over and coating your walls in his cum.

You could feel each and every throb of his cock, spurts of warm seed filling out up and leaving you warm and floaty. 

Your mind was blank, half conscious as the weed’s effects peaked and sleep lured you in like a wanting lover. 

“Skate . . ,” you whimpered weakly, “don’t leave.” 

Even through the fog of his orgasm, his mind caught on your words, eyes flickering to your face as he took you in. 

Your eyes were closed, still twitching from your orgasm but more relaxed than he had ever seen you. 

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, even as he cock softened inside of you and your cum soaked walls pulsed around him. 

“I won’t,” he assured. 

Those words were the last thing you needed before exhaustion took over you, your mind blissfully blank and your limbs limp.

He knew it wasn’t long before he followed, and true to his word, he didn’t even bother to pull out before falling to the side, curling around your body and pressing his face to your sweaty shirt, 

His refusal to pull out was also partly due to his laziness, not exactly wanting to get up and deal with cleaning up right now.

Part of him knew it’d be annoying to wake up to and that you’d get mad at him for being so careless. But he’d worry about it when it came, that wasn’t a problem for right now.

Still, even as his eyes fluttered shut and his breath evened out to match yours, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, preparing himself for the foreseeable annoyance.

“Fuckkk, I should’ve used a condom, huh?”

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

Banhamer isn’t the best at aftercare. Sure, he’ll clean you up and maybe even offer you a drink or two, but if you’re expecting sweet kisses and tenderness then you’re in for disappointment. But hey, at least he makes up for it by fucking you so hard you’ll barely even notice when he leaves.

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

He’s pretty confident in his body, he trains hard just to keep it strong. Although if he had to choose, it’d be something like his arms. They’re bulky from constantly carrying around his hammer, strong enough to hold your body weight with just one hand. It’s always an ego boost to see that surprised look on your face when he lifts you up effortlessly.

Banhammer is a simple guy, he’s not super picky about who he’s with. Although he does have a personal preference for girls on the bigger side. There’s something so sweet about being able to chase away your insecurity with his sheer size. Plus, he doesn’t have to worry so much about hurting you. 

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

He prefers to finish inside of you. His cum comes in large amounts, enough to leave a small bulge in your stomach. Plus, it’s not like inphernals can get each other pregnant, so there’s no harm in pumping you full of his seed and watching it leak out of your stretched out hole.

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

Banhammer uses his blindfold to hide the fact that he’s staring at you and practically undressing you with his eyes. Not that he’s ashamed of it, but he can’t help but smile at you while you blabber on, too focused on your cleavage or any exposed part of your skin to actually hear what you’re saying. 

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

He’s not super experienced. As a demigod, he doesn’t get much free time to fuck around. He’s had his flings, but they’ve never lasted long, not to him at least. But he’s not oblivious, he knows what he’s doing, and his confidence makes up for any awkwardness. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s partial to positions where you don't have to do anything and he can just mandle you into whatever pose he wants. His hands wrap around you like you’re a doll, and he fucks you like one too. 

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

Banhammer doesn’t have sex often, so he can’t help but treat it a little seriously. Even then that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna be teasing you and cracking jokes. 

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

Inphernals don’t really grow body hair. Though if he did, it’d be a dark purple, almost black, and curly.

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

Banhammer isn’t the most romantic. Most of his hookups never hear back from him. Of course, you’re different from them. His romance is understated, not subtle, but nuanced enough for him to be able to play off if needed. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His libido is high, so naturally he does it pretty often. Usually in small breaks between work and right before sleeping just to get some steam off. He would use a toy, but he thinks using his hand feels better. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Brat Taming - Whenever you act bratty in public, be prepared to feel the payback tenfold. As much as he wants to teach you a lesson right then and there, ultimately the law rules over his desire. The moment you guys are alone though? He’s going to take his time burning his lesson into your skin. Next time, you’ll think twice about teasing him.

Bondage - Banhammer likes giving you a chance to just sit back while he takes control. The easiest way to do that is to restrain you and leave you with no other option than to just lay there and take his cock. He’ll use anything to tie you down, his chains, soft ropes, hell even his blindfold. He thinks it’s cute to see you struggle against the bonds while he fucks you. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He wouldn’t like public sex. Mainly because public indecency is illegal, but also because it prevents him from going all out. He can’t fuck you until you’re screaming if someone just going to interrupt, can he?

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

Banhammer’s biggest turn on is when you compliment him or feed his ego. It doesn’t even have to be direct, even something like you begging for his touch or being needy for him is enough to get him going. 

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

Anything against the law and anything that could actually harm you. As well as anything he deems ‘gross’. 

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

Banhammer always loves going down on you. He eats like a man starved, gulping down your juices, and shoving his tongue as deep into your pussy as he can. He especially enjoys the feeling your thighs squeezing around his head, your hips lifting off of the bed and back arching as you try to escape the onslaught of pleasure. While he does like seeing your lips stretch around his cock, he tends to get a little impatient with your pace. He knows it takes a lot to get used to his size, but even then he can’t help but grab you by the back of your head and force you to take a little more than you’re ready for.

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

Banhammer usually gets a little overzealous. While his speed varies, each thrust is enough to make any normal bed creak with the power behind it. Once he gets going, it feels like he’s trying to drill his way into your womb. 

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

He doesn’t like them. He thinks that sex is something that is something that should be thoroughly enjoyed. Plus, it’s hard to stop at just one round.

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

He doesn’t experiment super often. Although he’s not against it, he just tends to stick with what he likes. If you ever bring up a kink or scenario to him, he’s more than happy to oblige you. 

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

Banhammer has the stamina of a bull. He could genuinely go on for hours, he usually only stops once you’ve passed out or begged for mercy. Even then he’s got plenty of energy to keep going. 

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

He doesn’t own many toys of his own. While he has a few, they usually go forgotten or unused. It’s different when it comes to you though. He’ll buy you a dildo molded in his shape and beg to watch you fuck yourself with it. It’s good for when he’s too busy or whenever you feel like testing his patience. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Banhammer usually teases you just as much as you tease him. If you’ve been good, then he has no reason to be cruel to you — but if it’s the opposite then he’s not against playing dirty just to put you in your place. 

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

While most of his noises consist of grunts and groans, they’re loud. Although you can barely hear them over the sound of slapping skin and your moans. When you can hear them, they’re almost animalistic, hidden behind clenched teeth and straight from his chest. 

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

He’s the type to ask you out-of-pocket questions just to see how much he can get away with while you’re too fucked-out to think. Things like ‘Who do you belong to?’ or ‘Who owns you?’. He thinks it’s fun to see you babble his name while you choke on your moans.

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

Definitely the largest in the cast, both in length and girth. Enough to press against your front and reach your chest. It’s always a struggle to take him, no matter how much prep or how many times he’s fucked you, you doubt you’ll ever get used to his massive size.

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

Sex is a way for him to vent his frustrations from work, so his drive is pretty high. More often than not he’ll come home, shoulders tense and expression sour. He’ll barely even change before he’s tearing you clothes off and fucking you like some doll to release his stress.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Banhammer doesn’t sleep often, most demigods don’t need to. You’’re usually long out before he’s even done washing up. Although he can’t deny the exhaustion that clings to him. Worn down by constant work and annoying criminals, he’s only really able to relax by your side. Even if the sheets are wet and your skin is sticky against his, he can’t help but find your sleeping expression charming. Maybe if he’s not too busy he’ll curl up next to you, arms wrapping around your sweat-slick waist and pulling you close. Eyes fluttering shut behind his blindfold in a tenderness he dare not show to anyone but you.