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So-….you got any SILLY headcanons for Harley??

Some suggestions: I head canon him to be devastatingly ticklish. What about you?

Pranks or annoying him in the factory (I headcanon him to be very jumpy because he’s paranoid) and at home

And I imagine that even though he puts children and staff through unimaginable pain….:he can barley handle physical pain himself. A paper cut? *explodes*

i don't typically made head canons that often i should do this more..

i think for harley though ummm

100% a germophobe... maybe not the worst germophobia can get but he probably has the smallest flat he could find while buying a house so that there's less room which means less to clean and more time to spend doing work

i also headcanon him to be like, really skinny, kind of scrawny like if you laid on his chest it'd feel like laying on graveled pavement because his ribs kinda peek out. i was also pondering that "what if hes just a meth head" because honestly i feel like it kind of fits his personality and the whole malnourishment thing. due to his picky habits he also hardly intakes protein and the nourishment his body actually needs

he is also mysogynistic and probably racist but the people of tumblr would cancel me for saying that

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Poppy Playtime Drabble

ft. eddeith my goats

original post/inspo (go follow plz..)

Leith was a relatively honest man when it came to his work. And this, in no doubt, included his co workers, and the way he treated them.

The way he greets a person makes it obvious how he feels about them - simple passerbys or lower levels got little nods, his scientists the same - in other words, he considered anybody who wasnt paid over $40 an hour extremely insignificant. It wasn't like he worked with them anyways.

Eddie always got longer pecks on the cheek than anybody else did. Stella was an everlonging tease about it, going to the point of a hard elbow nudge to Leith's side whenever Eddie entered rooms - to which Leith often shoves the woman away in retort.

Of course, Leith was an overworker whenever the weeks got busier, resulting in empty coffee mugs strewn about his office, his usually nicely done auburn hair much more frizzly, Leith's sweaty hands running through it making it look thinner every time.

Leith starts a busy day, during a busy week, a paper coffee mug in his left hand, while his forearm holds a folder close to his chest. He has too many ideas from marketing teams to look over, and his favorite worker being late on deadlines for what seemed the billionth time. He already has a to do list in his head, one he'll ultimately forget by the end of the day.

Eddie is whom he greets first - dropping off a few folders from Sawyer, most of the papers inside were messily folded and looked like they were threwn into the layers of manilla. Leith huffs as Eddie's eyes drift to the folders, bringing his coffee to his lips as his right hand hides behind his back.

"I can adress Sawyer, if you'd-" Leith cuts him off with a dry chuckle.

"No, no," he inhales sharply, composing himself. "It's fine, Eddie," Leith smiles, Eddie rising from his chair to take the coffee from Leith's hand. He curls his hand and brings the coffee to his own lips, humming. "Bring me one of these, when you have time.." Eddie's thickened fingerprints tap the thick paper of the cup after it's returned to Leith's hand. Leith smiles, - one Eddie can tell he's forcing onto his face by the way his lips curl just a little too tightly - his free hand moving to press against his back, pulling him closer and into a long peck to his temple.

"Sure." Leith speaks through gritted teeth, looking down at his co-worker, whom's cheeks brighten under the feel of Leith's lips.

Leith soon departs from his office, dragging more folders down maintenance elevators, trudging his way through areas under construction to merely make his way to Sawyer's office. Some little un-occupied part of his mind comes to realize why he never sees Sawyer head home - because - who the hell would want to walk through all this just to get to work? He chortles to himself as he thinks that, just starting to walk through the lab.

His eyes land rather quickly on a familiar figure - his mind far too busy spiraling thoughts together to realize what he's really doing - and he wraps his free arm tightly around Sawyer's shoulder, saying his name in a giddy manner as he tugs him close to peck his cheek.

Sawyer tensed the moment he even felt any contact to his form - but with it being Leith, he couldn't even get any questioning out of his mouth before a gloved fist tightens, swinging directly to Leith's face. He stumbles back a little in surprise, but Leith can't even register what happened before the pissy tone of Harley's voice spits out, mumbling curses and insults to the man, while his dress shoes tap on the tiled floor as he stomps away, waving a hand to another scientist to quickly get out of his way.

Leith stares at his coffee cup - now spilt, the strong aroma quickly filling the hall. He wipes just below his nose, his lip slightly torn. He wonders what the hell Sawyer was doing before being a neurosurgeon, for him to split his lip so easily. He hisses to the same scientist Harley waved away, shoving the plethora of folders into their arms without a word, briskly making his way back upstairs to sulk in his office.

That afternoon, Leith spends his time hissing through his teeth as Eddie laughs at him. Seriously. One part of him wants to thank the man for cleaning his wound and bandaging his lip (rather well, too. Or maybe Leith was just under some sort of spell with the other leaning over him, being so close just to wipe the blood off his face), but did he have to laugh at him? There wasn't a single awkward situation Leith could go through without the older male getting a giggle out of it.

Eddie's done cleaning his wound, but Leith still hides in the man's office. Eddie can't stop talking about it - "So he just.. Punched you?" "Nothing else?" "You kissed him?" Eddie bursts out laughing every time Leith answers anything - so he sulks instead, staring at the other with an unimpressed look as he settles into the loveseat near his desk. Leith reminds himself that, unfortunately, this is the man he loves.

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umm re reading this and realizing this is kinda too long to be a drabble

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Eddie Ritterman NSFW alphabet (~3k words)

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

It wouldn't pass Eddie's mind unless you bring it up to him. He likes to clean you up quickly, though, because as much as he hates it he's a very busy man and doesn't get to spend too much time with you. He's always believed every second counted.

Once he learns what you enjoy, what you need from him, he's already figuring out ways to do it faster. You try not to be bothered by it - because atleast he's taking care of you. He can't control his work hours. He makes sure you're clean and warm, he's grown used to tossing a towel into the dryer before you to begin so he always has something warm to wrap you in after your almost-burning bath.

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

He's never really taken the time to decide if he had a favorite. If you ask him, or bring it up in a conversation, he'd shrug it off and mumble something about your smooth shoulders, the way your hair falls over them, or the way your hair is short enough for him to get a nice view at your stockiness or slim frame.

Your neck, too. He's always dipped his head to peck your neck, or your jawline if he passes by you in work. And even in bed, his nose and lips are flush against the crook of your neck, mumbling in his sleep and tickling your skin when his lips brush against them.

On himself... He'd pick his own shoulders too. Unsurprisingly, sex isn't always on this man's mind, it's.. Rare. He loves his shoulders because you've always been the best at teasing away any kinks or pains with your hands, or even digging your nails into his skin. It drives him crazy. Only because - there's no way he's making you feel this good.

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

He isn't opposed to cumming inside, doesn't mind if he gets you pregnant, either. As long as you understand he won't be around any more or less if you do have kids. He isn't opposed to condoms either.

Really, he doesn't care much about where he cums. He supposes he likes whatever you like, and he'll continue to do whatever you like, whatever you ask for right before he's about to cum.

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

Oh gosh. He'd never tell you this, literally ever, nor Leith - but in his sparse altercations with Leith at work (while you two weren't together of course, he'd never do that to you), he's found his mind on rather intimate topics faltering between the both of you until it turns into something he wishes it didn't. It unfortunately gets him hard every time.

He'd.. Never tell either of you about it. He'll keep it to himself until the end of time, not even if you both ask about it, he'd still say no.

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

Eddie's been with a few, had his fair share of ex wives and fiances. Girlfriends... Work experiences with some... Surprising people. Point being, he knows what he's doing. Probably more than you'd think.

Although sex isn't ever really something he's had time for, when you two do share a fortunate night, his fingers are digging into you in a way you've never really felt before to the point where you'll still be hearing yourself scream his name in the upcoming days. Your very scarce sex truly makes up for the lack of his presence.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that really lets you wrap your arms around him. Missionary, over his desk if it comes to it, you on his lap, mating press, whatever you want as long as you can dig your nails into him.

He loves it. Staring down at you as your eyes roll into your head, his own lips struggling to keep his drool in his mouth all while your nails are ripping skin on his shoulders and leaving indentations and marks that nobody will ever see. All of this, just for him... He feels like he's dreaming sometimes.

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

He's never really done it himself. As per a lot of these things, it never really crossed his mind to be anything other than intimate. You're making love anyway, aren't you?

If you whisper something, or start giggling if he slips out on accident, his eyes typically slide up to meet yours, and he chuckles back before continuing. He doesn't mind little moments like that, but he never instigates them.

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

He never has the time for it, but he doesn't seem to be all that hairy anyways. Especially with his age and his hair starting to lighten, it's hard to tell it's there anyway.

He doesn't like to keep long hair or stubble, it gets in the way of his cigarettes and work in general. Thinks any facial hair or hair in his face is a huge bother. He has basic other body hair, armpit hair and leg hair that hasn't lightened down yet. He isn't greying, but his dirty blonde look is defenitely getting more of a.. Pale hay colour, you could say.

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

He tries his best. He's never been the best at intimacy or being a lovey person - he's caught up in work a lot and he hates using it as an excuse.

He doesn't remember most times. But he always keeps his hands around you. Doesn't care what he's doing - whether he's fucking you, bathing you, or just sleeping with you, snoring in your ear and drooling all over his neck - you're always in his arms.

Intimacy at work is never something you miss out on either. In a way, he's like Leith. If you're in less of an empty room, he'll settle for one of those cheesy british kisses, pecking both your cheeks while hugging you tight before going back to his day. If it's empty, or not too many people are around, long simple kisses are what he fills the time with before going back to work, leaving you with your duties to continue his own.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

..No. It's never crossed his mind, nor has he ever really gotten hard at work, at home... And when he does, he never takes care of it - he'll occupy his mind elsewhere and let it go away on his own. Unless you intervene.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scratching. Absolutely loves the feeling of your nails deep in his shoulders, right when he comes deep inside you, too??

Loves when you tighten around him too. Your legs around his waist, his face, suffocating him in the most obsessive way ever, like you're going to crush him. It drives him crazy, knowing that he's making you tighten up like that, clinging to him like you'll be on death's door if you don't.

Lingerie, when you... take control? No, he'd never like that. Or maybe, he'd never admit he likes that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your bedroom, really. He won't say no if you come to his office door in a frenzy - he'd never say no to you, really. He just prefers not to have sex at work, likes to keep it unbothered.

Your bedroom is always his favorite. Easy cleanup if you use a towel beneath you. He prefers not to spend his time at home doing laundry, though. Oh, your couch, too. He even went the extra mile to buy a futon to replace his other couch. He doesn't like the "modern" look of it in his home, but he'd much rather settle for your comfort than making his home look how he wants it.

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

Loves seeing you in lingere. Loves when you're straight to the point about it, too. Peeking into his office at work and just straight up telling him what you want, that you're horny and could use some help. God, he's patting his lap so quickly.

Loves when you're tired, first in the morning. Either seeing you shirtless or in a really shitty sports bra, your tits peeking out of them in a careless and slumber dazed way, too asleep to realize they're even falling out. Or when your pecs are sweaty from the hot, shared bed you have. Sauntering into the kitchen for morning coffee, tea or maybe a slice of toast. It really gets his gears going to see you all dazed, your voice low and lots of hums coming from your throat when you speak. I mean, do you want him dead or something? Because he just can't stand it when you do that. That's the one time he'd let counter sex go by.

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

Doesn't like sharing you. He's never told you why. He may be into the whole threesome thing with Leith - but he'd never actually do it. You're his to make feel good, his to protect and love. What if Leith, or anybody else in that matter, does it better? And you fall out of love?

Doesn't like hurting you. Spanking, biting, grabbing you too hard, breaking skin or just going too hard in general is something he would never put onto the table, something he always has in the back of his mind while you're fucking. He'd never live it down.

And as previously stated, doesn't like kitchen sex either. The post nut clarity feeling of cringe when he's cooking and remembering you to had sex on that counter is just... He gets goosebumps, really.

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

It wasn't ever really something he did when he was younger, in past relationships. One of the many things that never crossed his mind.

He doesn't care whether you suck his tip dry, or even rim him. He thinks it feels good reguardless. And, he doesn't care if he goes down on you. Doesn't matter what hole, how deep he can fit you in his mouth, how much you squirt on his face. He may not be the best at it, and he might have trouble fitting you or finding where your g-spot or prostate is with his tongue. Wondering if its even far up enough. He just wants to make you cum. That's it.

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

He likes settling for something between just perfect, and quick. Instead of sliding out almost all the way and slipping back in, like most men would do, he'll slide out just a little and jut his hips back in, going faster and hitting your much needed spots way faster than anybody else could.

He's older. He'll never be able to go as fast as he would if he was younger, but he still does his best for you. If you want something slower, harder, more sensual and gentle, he's all for it, grovelling and just nodding like a dog before doing whatever you want from him.

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

Sure. Why not? He doesn't care how fast you cum, how short the sex is. Loves taking care of you. If you're pent up and need a quick orgasm from him at work, he's all for it, letting you slam yourself down onto his cock while he somehow acts like nothing's happening, doing paperwork.

You want him to be engaged? Why didn't you say anything? Did he upset you? Was him not being responsive last time giving off the idea it didn't feel good? So many thoughts would run through his head, spilling out so many apologies and dragging you to the bedroom to make it up to you. To show you that you truly do make him feel good during those quicker times - reguardless of if you were hurt by it or not. He just needs to make sure.

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

One of those things he doesn't think about.

Bottom line risks he won't do are things like being seen or heard, public sex or general exhibitionism, hurting you or trying out any sort of kinks like knife/blood/gun play, BDSM or bodily fluid things. He tells you he'll try everything once but that one for him isnt on the table.

If you want to try a new toy, new position or kink that doesn't sound insanely weird or harmful, he totally will.

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

He tries to stay between one and three. If he has more time during the night, or the lucky day of a day off the next day, he goes longer and spends more time fucking you, cumming in you until you're limp, spending all night making sure you'll be alright in the morning.

It depends on his work schedule, really. When he has time to come home and fuck instead of just falling asleep, it's one. If he has a longer night at home than usual, it's two. And days off are for three rounds, the next day is all revolved around you. Usually your date night.

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

Has never liked toys. Before you were together, he never really knew they were a thing. He grew up in a time where it was rare to have them.

He wouldn't like if you had them. Or if you brought them up in conversations, asking to use them on him, or him to use them on you. Why do you have them in the first place? If you had them before you were together, why haven't you gotten rid of them? Is his pleasure not enough for you to the point you have to resort to toys? Doesn't like them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He tries not to. If you like it when he teases, when he takes his time, he'll do so when he has a longer night with you. But he doesn't really enjoy it. He loves taking his time with you, sure, but it's just a few kisses down your midrift, a few hickeys on your thighs, some prep with his tongue. He doesn't like to tease. He's just doing what he has to, leading up to sex.

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

Oh gosh.

Never makes any sound in the office. If you're riding him, it's rare he makes any faces minus a few eyebrows twitches, gritting his teeth when he cums. Maybe his single hand around your waist tightening, the other one flipping through papers and scribbling notes down.

At home, he's probably louder than you. So whiny, shuddering and hitching his breath in your ear, and he's only just bottomed out. His fingernails dug into your shoulders, his whole body trembling as he gets used to the feeling of you around him all over again. His nose and lips are pressed flush against the nape of your neck, hiding his flushed, sweaty face from your view until he's finally calm enough to actually fuck you.

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

Eddie is deathly insecure of himself.

He's never hurt anybody in a relationship, has never exactly made anybody uncomfortable (unless you include shitty past significant others who'd give him shit for having a high ranking, busy job on that list), but for some reason, he's scared of doing so.

The first few times you had sex, he'd be up for a few hours after you fall asleep just wondering if he did it good enough, if he satisfied you. He always whispers to you while you fuck, just constantly making sure you're comfortable and enjoying it just as much as he is. He isn't just worried about sex - what if he just.. Straight up isn't a good boyfriend? What if you don't like him because he's at work 70% of the time?

He knows he's just fibbing to himself, making too many "what if"s in his head. He knows you love him. You know he loves you... And Eddie likes that.

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

Solid seven inches, roughly four and a half in girth. He knows he may be a little big for some people, so making sure you're always comfortable, that you have towels and your best pair of pajamas in the dryer getting plenty warm for you, and overall making sure he doesn't go too hard is his top priority.

He isn't too muscular, more on the somewhat skinny and muscular size. He sits at a desk and reads through files for 70% of his day, so his body portrays that quite easily.

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

It's.. Really not all that high. He's always busy with work, and days when he can actually come home and dedicate intimacy or sex to you are.. Pretty rare.

With that, you both have sex atleast once every month. His days off are usually dedicated to date nights or just spending his night with you, taking time showing his love to you. He's never been a sexual man, sex is hardly ever on his mind. It's not that he doesn't like sex, he just... Doesn't think about it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

On nights where he has to get up bright and early, he usually tries to fall asleep right after (of course, him holding you so tight that you have to actually fight just to get up to use the bathroom isn't unincluded).

On days where he can actually spend the next day continuing to pamper you, he'll spend a few hours cleaning your body and scrubbing you down, drying you off with a fresh, warm towel, helping you do your hair (if you like it done at all, that is) and then slipping you into a pair of his boxers (he loves seeing you in them, really) before pulling you into a fuzzy pair of warm pajamas that came out with your towel - pulling you into bed and putting your favorite VHS into the television until you both fall asleep tossed around in eachothers arms before the movie even ends. Eddie will never be able to explain how amazing the feeling of doing that is. How much he loves you.

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hello people of poppy playtime eddie nsfw alphabet comes out t minus two hours i hope

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Leith is the kind of asshole who on your birthday plays practical jokes on you all day

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Poppy Playtime

Harley Sawyer

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Leith Pierre

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Eddie M. N. Ritterman

eddeith drabble (sort of)

nsfw alphabet

Cookie Run: Kingdom

Dark Choco Cookie

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leith pierre nsfw alphabet (~4k words)

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

Leith, in short, is the defenition of hubby. He hates the term, but it fits.

He'll pull out. Flop down by your side, give you and himself a brief respite. He'll turn to you at some point, kissing your temple before lurching to his feet, trailing into the bathroom to dampen a cloth to the perfect temperature. He'll wipe you down, then himself - making sure you're okay without a bath. Oh, you wanted one? Of course. He's running it right away- Oh, you wanted a snack, your favorite candles he forgot last time he went grocery shopping? He's almost speeding down the road to get you what you send him out for. He's right by your side the second he gets back home, after stopping in the kitchen to make you the most romantic looking charcuterie board ever. Draining the tub to fill it right back up with warm water. Drying you off once you get too tired, dressing you for bed, whispering simple, sweet nothings until you both doze off.

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

Leith loves everything about himself. He loves his lips - he can kiss you wherever he pleases. He loves his hands, his fingers, the way they can curl in all the right spots that your own would never be able to hit. He loves his chest, his biceps, the way you can never pull your eyes away from them just flares his ego. In a weird, corny way, he almost feels like a peacock flaring it's tail every time you grovel for him.

For the ladies, he's obviously a tit guy. He'll suck your nipples dry, until they're bruised and sensitive. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds, squeezing and massaging them like an angry teen with a stress toy. Doesn't care if they're small or big. He tells you they fit perfectly in his hands anyways.

For the men, he's.. Still in love with your pecs, that is, if you're less lean or muscular. If you do work out, he's all over your adonis belt. Doesn't care about anything else. He thinks its so fucking sexy. He's leaving kisses all over it, trailing his tongue through the dip. Sucking hickeys onto the overhang of the muscle. Staring up at you while he does it - stifling back a snicker when you shudder from the ticklish feel of his tongue.

Outside of sex, for both genders, he loves your eyes. Your mouth. Your face in general. Over time in your relationship, he loves reading your facial expressions. Figuring out what each one means, how your eyebrows quirk in confusion, or the way they furrow together and meet in the middle when you're frustrated. The way your lips feel on his own, his cheeks, his forehead, it doesn't matter. Whether they're soft, chapped, or the skin is peeled to reveal red flesh underneath from your horrible habits, he loves it. The way your eyes trail his form, or just the way they crinkle when the two of you happen to pass in the hall at the factory. It's the little things, Leith thinks.

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

It's going wherever you ask him to. Of course, he has preferences - which we will get to - but he'd much rather please you. It makes him cum harder to see you pleasured by doing what you ask him to. If you want a creampie from him - he's hardly hesitating, rocking his hips faster than you feel should be possible - planting his load right into you. You always feel his stomach flutter against your body when he does.

But overall, he has to pick facials as his favorite. He loves the way you'll stick your tongue out - slobbering all over his tip, running the point of your tongue over his slit, working out his load with the muscle before he's pulling away to grunt and spasm, his all too thick sperm painting your face. It gets in your hair, your eyelashes, just barely missing your nose. He'll wipe it away from your eyes, smearing it somewhere else on your face, before shuddering and kneeling down to kiss you with rigor and fervor.

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

He's a businessman. What do you think? He's far too professional to do it in front of his employees or co-workers - he can't taint the perfect impression he's made of himself - but the thought of slamming you against his mahogany stained desk, watching whatever papers he had neatly stacked on it flying to the floor without a fuck to give as he tears your clothing apart to rut into you like a mutt in heat is all too appealing to him. Don't worry, he keeps an extra pair of your pants hidden inside one of his desk drawers just in case the experience ever commences.

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

I could imagine he's had his fair share of girlfriends throughout college, possibly an ex wife or fiancé (I like to imagine the possibility of an ex wife hearing rumors about playtime. I feel he'd take them to the factory to "prove nothing's wrong with the place" before feeding her to Boxy with indifference. He can't have anything happening to the company because of people like her, can he?).

He's far well off in experience. For the ladies, he knows just where to curl his fingers, how you like his fingers to twirl around your clit. How to angle his hips to aim at the perfect spot to get you to cry out into his pillows. Same for the men. Perfect finger curling and angling, but I feel he'd have less experience in.. Lets say, blow/handjob giving. He's an amazing fucker, but when it comes to handling a cock that isn't his, he's a bit confused. Give him some time, and some tips, and he's got it down in no time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He isn't all too picky when it comes to something like this. Anything that won't hurt his old bones. He's in good shape, sure, plenty of muscle and a good diet, but that doesn't mean his age hasn't caught up to him. He doesn't mind not seeing your face, although he'd be happy if he could, he won't complain or refuse a position just because it doesn't include something specific.

Big fan of lotus. He can kiss your neck, squeeze your tits or just pinch your nipples. If he's laying back, to make it cowgirl/boy he has a perfect view of that adonis belt he adores so much. And it doesn't hurt his knees. Simple missionary, of course. Who doesn't love that one? Spooning if he's feeling more tired. Anything you're both comfortable with, really.

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

It really depends on his mood. Or location. If you're at home, and he's feeling intimate or 'lovey-dovey', he's willing to let loose of his professional demeanor (well, he always does when he's at home with you), letting out a hearty laugh when he notices the mattress has slipped out of place, or when his sweat drips onto your face and makes you wipe it off with a grossed out face.

When you're at work - or if he's pissed and pent up, he prefers to not speak much or goof around. He's running to sex to calm down, and having fun during sex when he's angry isn't exactly on his to do list.

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

Leith does his best to stay groomed. Never really has the time to shave with work, but simple trimming of his pubic hair, keeping stubble or anything else is usually something he takes not even 5 minutes to do in the shower. He'd only let the stubble grow on his chin, though. But he's willing to experiment with growing it out. Only if you ask. I don't think he'd grow too much body hair either, simple leg hair and short chest hair, armpit hair and arm hair. Typical older guy.

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

Like I said, Leith is the definition of hubby. He's all over you, doing literally whatever you want or ask for. He's smothering your face in kisses, whispering how good you feel while his palm cups your chin from behind, his free hand either caressing your hip or jerking/rubbing you. In a way that's almost overwhelming.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Like previously mentioned, he's a businessman. He's put both of you on the same shift and hours on purpose - so unless you're out with friends, he never really pleasures himself at home. You're always with him.

If he does end up doing it, then it's been a hectic week. He's probably dealing with Sawyer's money hole, employees catching wind of what goes on in the lower levels, or whatever drama Sharon brings to his attention. The second he's alone in his office, the door is locked, and his hand is wrapped around himself, working himself all too desperately. Forehead planted to his desk, sweating and panting as he thinks of you. Or sometimes he isn't thinking about anything. But it's usually ruined by a knock to his door, or an irritating thought brushing his thoughts to ruin the mood.

When - or if - he does end up cumming, he's a whining, shuddering mess. He cleans up his mess, re-applying deoderant and cologne. Before walking out of his office with a somewhat lifted spirit to get himself a well deserved coffee, press a quick peck to your lips if he sees you on the way. As if nothing happened.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Leith has a few. Though I don't think he'd be down to really know names or specific titles of them, he defenitely has some that he partakes in every time you two fuck.

Huge huge service top/dom. He loves making sure you have everything you need, making sure everything he does feels good, that he's where you want him and doing everything you want of him. Huge leg kink, too. Loves your thighs, massaging the soles of your feet after a long day of work and kissing your thighs while he does so. Rubbing lotion after you're freshly shaven - or worshipping your muscles and calves like it's his last day on earth.

Huge exhibitionist, too. He isn't necessarily down for having people watch you, but knowing his employees and coworkers can hear you outside of his office (and not being able to do anything about it since he's the boss? BIGGEST ego flare Leith has ever felt) gets him sticky.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He really likes his office or your bedroom. Again, as with Leith, it depends the mood he's in.

He tries to keep the bedroom for more intimate moments, when he plans on spoiling you with a bath or cuddles, whatever you want afterwards, or when he's tired and in a good mood.

He really likes keeping his office for the little bit rougher times, when he's in a bit of a frenzy and just needs a quick pick-me-up. Your hole is the best one, he thinks. Whether you're against the wall, on the loveseat tucked near his desk, in his lap in his chair, or tossed over the desk like a sack of potatoes, it doesn't matter. He doesn't enjoy being intimate during sex in his office, he thinks it ruins the mood and isn't the right place. You deserve the best.

And, he keeps his infuriated side in the bedroom. Purely because, if he goes too far or hurts you, you're snuggled up with pillows and just a few steps away from an oversized bathtub anyways. But during these moments, he's painfully hard on you. He's angry. He's seriously wondered how the bedframe hasn't snapped in half before. Of course, you get an overstimulating amount of aftercare and love afterwards, too many apologies in your ear and too many 'I love you's.

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

Oh boy.

Anger, usually. But, seriously, don't get him wrong. He loves seeing you in sexy outfits - lingerie, tight leg slit dresses or tight suits that make your bulge or pecs strain against the fabric get him hard on sight. Little whispers in his ear where he can feel your breath down his neck, your hands on his adonis belt or rubbing his shoulders to ease the muscle tensions send little shocks straight down to his groin.

Ultimately, anything you do can get him going if you do it right.

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

Leith wouldn't take sharing seriously. You're his, and he's yours. He doesn't like hurting you or doing anything you're uncomfortable with, even if on accident. It'll plague his mind and berate him for days.

His relative turn offs, he hates seeing you in thin clothing. It's that feeling in the back of his head that you're doing it for show instead of him, or the idea that somebody else might be seeing something they shouldn't. He doesn't really like sex standing up either. It's a little too much work on his old bones, having to hold you up or work his arms and legs to keep you in place.

Generally, he just doesn't like... Un-intimate sex either. He's down with being rough with you, but he'd never spank, draw blood or break skin. He loves you. He truly doesn't think that's love.

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

Both. He won't say no to going down on you, or you going down on him. He's not the best once you first get together, but his skill defenitely improves as your relationship goes on.

Big fan of tip suckling and running his tongue over your slit, or suctioning his lips around your clit while his fingers work inside of you, or even rimming you. Overtime it's become his favorite way to preparate you, especially in the office where lubricant is scarce. His saliva is a perfect replacement.

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

Per a lot of these things, it seriously depends on mood or location. Although he tends to do whatever you ask of him, like if you're tired and want it slow and steady until he fucks you to sleep, or if you're just too horny to stay still and you want it as fast as he can give, he's at your mercy. If he's in an irritable mood, his emotions all over the place, don't bother trying to get him to go slow. Because he won't be listening to you.

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

He's down for one once and a while. Only at work, or in early mornings if he just happens to wake up with a raging tent in his pants before work. He keeps them full of love and they're nothing less or more than your longer fucking-sessions, just quicker. He loves these at work, too, when he just needs a break. He makes sure you're clean every time. Always keeps some wet wipes and tissues in his desk drawers just for you.

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

It depends how far this risk is. With having people hear you, sure, he doesn't care - but only because he's the boss. Who are his employees going to tell? He owns the company as a whole after Elliot's passing, so it's not like anybody can tell him what to and what not to do.

When it comes to being seen, hurting you, or anything else... No. Sure, he'll experiment with kinks, he's a man of "you'll never know unless you try". Everything happens atleast once as long as you bring it up to him. But he doesn't want people seeing you. It's weird, and it's an obvious invasion of privacy he isn't willing to be vulnerable with. Why would he want anybody else seeing you anyway?

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

Two is for when you're at home, or if it's been a while since you've fucked. He has too many pent up feelings he hasn't been able to get out of him, and he's making up for lost time.

Usually when you're in the office, it's a quickie over his desk. He doesn't like sharing intimacy in such a.. Non-intimate place. He really wants to keep his love for you somewhere it will be remembered.

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

He's never really owned any before dating you, nor has the thought of buying any for your (or his) pleasure crossed his mind, as he thinks you both have enough of eachother already, but if you ask him to try something out, he'll obviously give it a go.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

With Leith, he likes to keep sex intimate, and he thinks teasing can ruin the mood. Although he does love taking his time with you, if he notices you're growing impatient or squirming from overstimulation on one spot for too long, he'll switch to a different one or speed up the process a little, only for you.

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

It seriously depends. If you're at home, he tends to let his mouth go wild. He's sighing, grunting, groaning out in pleasure when he's fucking you. If you tighten around him - no, you did not hear him whine. If you're sucking his cock, it's even better. Because your hole doesn't have a warm tongue to swirl around his tip, to tease every single vein and imperfection. Gentle kitten licks to his slit get his hips bucking, his eyes rolling back, a drooling mess as he holds back whatever dignity he has left by pitifully trying to stifle back his whimpers and moans.

If you're in his office - which, is actually quite rare - he's far too good at keeping his moans under control. And, I mean, hardly a peep comes from him. Don't expect to get any whimpers or sexy grunts in your ears if you're at work. Although he's fine with people hearing, it's just a natural instinct he has.

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

If you have glasses, he just adores the way when he goes a little hard they start bouncing up and down on your face, your eyes rolling back into your skull. He loves it. If they get in the way, his sex covered fingers are pushing them back on your face before he leans down to kiss you. He doesn't want you to not be able to see him.

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

Beautiful adonis belt. Relatively muscular, minimal body hair. Probably sweaty. Slight dad bod, nothing too much.

Rough six inches in length, more on the girthier side with about five inches. He keeps himself trimmed everywhere, hardly ever shaves. He would if you wanted him to, though.

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

With being Head of Innovation, and a well-off businessman, most of his time is occupied with Playtime. Whether it's interviews, simple meetings, working on new projects, reprimanding his employees, or anything else, he.. Doesn't really have that much time to have sex with you, pleasure himself, or anything of the like.

That being said, the two of you probably have sex once every two weeks or so. He doesn't have a set work schedule, and is usually forced to pick up as many shifts as he can, so his work days are all over the place, and its hard for him to answer all the "Do you work tomorrow?" questions. Because he truly doesn't know if he might have to clock in unexpected or not. But, believe me, the second he has time, he's giving you what you want. Whether it's the longest night of sex you've ever had, or putting your favorite tape in the television to snuggle on the couch with you, it doesn't matter.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Leith is relatively quick to fall asleep if you're in bed. He likes to spend an extra hour pampering you, bathing you and cleaning you up. Sex at home never ends without a bath. It doesn't matter how hard you went, he has to make sure you're warm and clean.

Once you're in bed, his kisses are long and all over your skin. You're in a pair of his boxers, maybe one of his shirts if you wanted one. He'll spoon you, one of his legs between yours, one arm under your neck to be flush with your pillow, his hand curled around in your hair while his other arm is curled around you, cupping your breast or pec. Plenty of sweet nothings mumbled in your hair, little rambles while he twirls your hair between his fingers until the two of you fall asleep.

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guys eddeith literally has me in a chokehold i cannot stop thinking about them it's harleysawyerlover's fault

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harley saywer nsfw alphabet (~4k words)

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

Don't expect anything from the man. The most he can do is flop down by your side uncerimoniously, panting a few times before tossing the blanket over the both of you to fall asleep. Unless you have enough energy to clean yourself up, you're falling asleep with sticky thighs and sweat-sheened skin.

If you've known him long enough, and you respect his insignificance towards you (by this, I mean, if you don't get butthurt about him not exactly caring about you all too much) and humanity, he's nice enough to pop into the bathroom to wet a cloth, wiping down the both of you. But the cloth is tossed into the laundry basket just as quickly, and his cold frame is on his side of the bed, leaving you to fall asleep on your own. That's how it is even if you don't get fucked to sleep.

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

He likes his hands. Partly, because they're long and lanky, just like the rest of his body, and the other half because of what he can do with them. His fingers are cold and calculated, his movements so precise - like he always knows what he's going to do next. He does his work with his hands. He preforms so many surgeries with his hands, he makes you squirm and writhe with those hands. He knows that you know nobody can do what he does.

As for you.. He can guess he likes your face. He doesn't typically prefer anything significant about you in sex, he sees everything about you in the same light. Nothing is more important than another part. But your face.. He learns so much about it every day. As time moves on, he grows bored of it, but in the first few months or years, he's always watching you. Calculating you. Your expressions, what certain movements of your face mean. The way your lips grow thin when you're confused, or the way they fall open when you're too confused. The way your nostrils flare to push out more air from them when you're angry. The way your brows furrow and meet in the middle when you're concentrated... Or the way your eyes roll back in the most lewd way when he hits right into the spot you need it most.

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

He doesn't like to cum inside. For the reasons being; he cannot risk you getting pregnant. Realistically, he'd probably leave if he did end up knocking you up, and for the fact that he despises the morning cleanup. He'd rather cum on your stomach, ass, chest, just somewhere you or him can wipe it down and he doesn't have to deal with stained sheets. Because he knows you'll let it drip out of yourself. And, even if you beg for him to just "use a condom", he'll just quirk a brow. But under that unfaltering demeanor, he's actually just paranoid of it breaking.

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

It isn't really something he'd be game to try. But, if you're a bit of a horndog and are constantly begging for sexual attention, he'll find himself dreaming of you on top of him in his sleep, or the subtle thought passes his brain as he's brushing his teeth or showering. He'd never bring it up to you, ask for it, or even question your stances on somno, as he can't give away the fact that he's technically been fantasizing about you, so it'll be a secret he drags to the grave with him.

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

He doesn't really have experience with women, men, anybody. He was the nerd growing up, with too-good grades. The kid that was only really useful for homework answers. Whatever. He didn't have time for getting laid anyway, he was focused on other things. But, despite that, he has enough common sense. He's a PhD in neuroscience, he knows enough about the female and male body to know what feels good, what spots are sensitive and where they're located. Besides, if you tell him what feels good or how you'd like it, he'll only look at you from above his glasses, quirk a brow, then go right back to what he was doing (You secretly notice that he does what you asked for the next time you fuck, but, you know he'll stop if you bring it up). You should enjoy what he's offered to you, anyway, because it's not like he would've really done this on his own will.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything that lets him take the lead. Cowboy, missionary, doggy, you laying on the bed and him standing behind you. He doesn't care about seeing your face, being able to squeeze your tits, or anything.. Romantic. He just likes anything that lets him fuck you without you getting in the way or being in a position where you can (try) to take control.

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

No. Just no. Don't even try.

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

Sawyer either keeps shaved, or he just hardly grows hair down there. Or in any places. Maybe it's his malnutrition. Yes, he eats, but he hardly intakes enough protein that he should be. He's too busy working to really bother with stupid things like maintaining his body weight, or other things like that. But, seriously, you can't figure out if he's just a weirdly body hair-less man, or if he's very good at shaving every inch of his body.

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

No.. No, not really. He hardly shows intimacy as it is, it just isn't an emotion, or feeling, that he's really capable of. His mouth is busy spewing out silly facts or notes he remembers, like how one of his most recent experiments is holding up. Actually, sex with him probably isn't intimate at all. Unless he's tired. Sleepy sex with him is just perfect. He's too tired to actually talk, and with the room being so quiet, you can finally hear a few tiny huffs come from his nose as he works himself into you from behind.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I doubt the man has ever even thought about masturbating. He has better uses for his own hands, like cutting children open and transferring their insides to another body. Hell, getting horny is rare for him as is.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sawyer's never really taken the time to indulge in figuring out what does and doesn't turn him on. It hardly changes when the two of you get together, either. But as the two of you grow more sexually intimate (which takes a god forsakenly long time), he finds a few things he enjoys more than others.

Loves choking you. He knows his hands are freezing, and his fingers are long, perfect for wrapping tightly around your throat. He's a sucker for fingering you, edging you in the meantime. Curling his long, dull fingers in all the right places, watching you shudder and squirm. You can squirm all you want, he won't stop you, just make sure you don't cum until the command is barked out.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He refuses to have sex anywhere but in the bedroom. You won't be getting his work or home office dirty, not his sterile lab, not his couch, not his kitchen counters or table, not his bathroom sink (I would say shower sex is on the table - but he wouldn't let you shower with him anyway). Sex is meant for the bedroom - it'll stay in the bedroom. Sheets are easily cleanable. The blankets and pillows can be tossed off the bed before sex even starts and stay clean. The couch is impossible to clean without an exasperatingly expensive steam cleaner (from what he tells you), he needs his laboratory to stay sterile, he cooks dinner on that counter and table, and his bathroom is a clean sterile space that should stay that way. Sawyer promises you over and over, he is not a germophobe. Why would you think that??

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

Sawyer will absolutely grovel if you seriously take the time to admire his work. Praises of how smart and intelligent he is, murmuring under your breath while you watch his newest experiment simply live in it's space. He adores having you as company when he's working (although most of the time he's having you do his side work for him, like writing down whatever he says to send reports to Ritterman, stopping by other employees' offices to ask for paperwork, delivering papers, etc), as long as you stay out of his way. Just sit there, look pretty, and admire from afar. He loves it.

And, believe me, if you make sure he has a good, ego bristled day at work, you'll have a good night, too. Oh, you wanted it faster? Harder? Sure. But only because its an exchange for how obedient you were in his lab today.

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

Theres way too many things he would never let you do, or never do in general. Sex in his laboratory? No. But that's to be expected, as he needs the space to be as sterile as possible - but sex in his office or anywhere at work is off limits anyways. Letting you take control? No. Threesomes? No. Giving you oral? No. Any sort of.. Lovesick, sappy romance? No. Whether it be he takes you to dinner and the two of you never say a word (even if you both sit at different tables...), or if it's sitting on the couch and watching a movie with you - it's a no. He doesn't have the time (Secretly, he does have a movie he wants to watch, but the thought of watching it with you is.. Off. It's not a bad or inappropriate movie or anything, he just likes the alone time. Or, that's what he tells himself).

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

Will never give oral. He's more than accepting to recieve it from you, but just the thought of swallowing any sort of sperm from you, or drinking up any of your arousal fluids is just.. Sickening to him. He doesn't want it to taste bad (although he knows you're most likely more than sanitary and are probably good at your hygiene), or anything of the like. It's just too big of a risk.

Oh, but you want to give him a blowjob? Don't make him laugh. Since when did he ever recieve the honor? Of course, his dress pants are pooling around his ankles in seconds, his freezing cold, skinny fingers digging in your hair to shove you down onto him with ease. He'll never say it, but the feeling of your tongue on his tip is absolutely lovely.

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

Sawyer typically likes to go at a moderate to fast pace. Fast enough to slowly get you to an orgasm after ~40-50 minutes, maybe less time if you haven't had sex in a while, but slow enough to not be way too much. Just a perfect medium. Of course, he'll speed up as he gets closer and feels you tightening - but it's usually the same pace with him. He can't go too fast now, or else he won't be able to talk to you about his newest experiment!

Unless he's tired. As previously stated, sleepy sex is nothing less than perfect. He typically spoons you - which by god - feels amazing. He never does it when he's actually sleeping, so feeling the man so cradled against you is everything you can dream for. Slow, yet perfectly hit thrusts, just barely rubbing you against your g-spot/prostate. Not ramming into it, but just enough to get you to drool and sleepily murmur out your moans into the pillow. And, for once... Sleepy sex with him is like a break from all the talking he does while you two actually fuck.

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

He, surprisingly, doesn't exactly prefer them. He likes to take his time with an orgasm, especially with yours. Which was.. Weirdly, a surprise with you. You expected him to prefer a quickie over anything since he already expresses his disinterest in having sex with you 95% of the time - but when you brought it up, he looked at you like you had just slapped him. Confused, almost irritated.

And, he never actually said it to clarify why he was confused by your question, but drawn out orgasms, to him, are amazing. Maybe not to the point of downright edging (himself, he loves to edge you), but just getting to the buildup over an hour or so of sex with you is... Seriously, the best way to end a night.

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

It really depends. Risking public sex, risking being heard, risking getting anything except the bed dirty, risking pregnancy, is all off the table. He doesn't want babies running around and wasting his time, nor does he want to risk getting fired or ruining his perfect, sterile environment.

...Sure. If you complain about something new you wish to try enough for it to get on his nerves, he'll comply, but only to get you to shut your mouth. That's the only true "risk" he'd ever do.

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

Sawyer is a 'one and done' kind of man. He doesn't like to preoccupy his much needed time with lackluster things like sex, and besides, he knows he does it good enough that one round leaves you tired. He can last longer, and he supposes he can go an extra one or two rounds if he's off work the next day, but he rarely goes over more than one.

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

It takes an unfathomably long time for Sawyer to consider toys. That being said, you don't bring it up for a while considering the man's temper, and how much he already seems displeased with simple sex. But he never considers it until you finally ask.

He seems intrigued.. But only for one thing in paticular. Remote-controlled vibrators (we'll pretend they existed back in 1990). Oh, really, you just offered him a toy he can pleasure you with without even having to do anything?? Well, aren't you a saint. He's probably sat in his office in the house, working, just nextdoor to where he's purposefully left you curled up under the sheets with the toy under your pants, while he hears you squeak and squeal through thin walls as he remembers to toy with the remote every now and then. He has so much fun using it for the first time - leaving the bedroom door open to better gague how you react to certain buttons he presses. It's like he's experimenting on you. And he loves it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sex with him overall is a tease in itself. He just won't stop fucking talking. Seriously. He'll be fucking you silly, and you're drooling all over the pillows, as he rambles about Leith (whom you've gagued Harley says the name of wrong on purpose, out of hatred) and his "horrible leadership skills", Greyber's affection for the children in playcare making her small minded and overly sensitive. How much he hates Mr. Ritterman and his excessive, over-the-top accent. He just doesn't know when to stop ranting about work problems. It isn't like he's doing it on purpose. Having sex with you feels like a chore for him. So he takes the time to complain about his day to keep him occupied while he ignores your cock-drunk state.

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

The most you'll really be getting from Harley is a few croaked out gasps, or a few groans when he finally finishes or first bottoms out inside of you. Most of his time thrusting is spent rambling to you, so his throat is far too occupied for him to be making any noise.

But.. If you tighten around him as he cums inside (which he'll only allow to happen if you've gone through hysterectomy, oophorectomy or anything of the sort), or just manage to squirt a bit when you finally release, it manages to pull a shuddered moan from his throat.

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

He thinks your pitiful attempts at turning him on or trying to figure out his interests are all too amusing. He finds himself recalling the time you dressed up in lingerie for him. Sure, it looked... Nice, on you. Whether you're male or female, he thought the colour you chose suited. But when you awkwardly shifted side to side, confused on why he didn't pounce on you, he couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle, before leading you to the bed for a long lecture of how he felt about the action as he boredly pounded you.

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

Harley doesn't have anything too exciting. You could consider it a comfortable size, a bit on the skinnier size. A solid 6 inches, maybe 3½ in girth? You've never bothered to measure, nor has he. But it's comfortable. If he's fucking you, it's just perfect enough to pleasure you. Cockwarming, although it's extremely uncommon, he isn't too big to be poking anywhere uncomfortable. Just perfect.

And, as previously mentioned, he doesn't have the most body hair, so just simple lower stomach pubes, softly trailing up his stomach into an insignificant happy trail. No other hair down there as far as you know, though.

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

As previously stated, Harley isn't typically one to start the intimacy. He hardly feels sexual feelings at all - so his sex drive is probably six feet under.

As the years go by in your relationship, he'd probably realize how much of a stress reliever sex is, and he'd most likely come to you after a very long month of work and lack of sex to just relieve some tension. He'll never say it out loud, nor do I think he'd ever truly admit it, but finally planting his cum all over your back after an extra long week makes his knees turn into jelly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

So quick. Almost too quick. After pulling out and downright ignoring your needs (he might use the excuse that he's too tired to help if he's feeling bratty enough), he simply flops to the side, pulls the blanket over himself and dozes off in what seems like seconds. Going to bed after draining himself of a thick load, mind cleared and thoughts thoroughly spewed out, it gets him to sleep so easily. And Sawyer hardly does that. So.. Seriously, even if you don't know it - having sex with you is deeply appreciated.

As time moves on, you slowly find that Sawyer inches closer every single night. When he first let you into his home (almost a year into the relationship), and you two slept together for the first time (which takes another few months), he's practically falling off the complete opposite side of the bed. He'd stare at you all night until you finally actually fall unconcious. But he doesn't do that anymore.

He's finally on a normal spot of his own side of the bed. But as weeks turn to months - and months into years.. He gets closer every month or so. As if he's.. Warming up to you. At some point, the most he does is rest a hand over your heart in his sleep. It's an unconcious touch, and he always pulls it away during his stirring wake, but the subtle action makes your heart swell and throb. Because whether you and him know it or not, he really does love you.

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I honestly think Bob's whole character is really well thought out.

It has backstory; he most likely grew up on some sort of farm or something, we all know he's uncannily texan, it's not too shabby to assume he grew up butchering. I also think that it's possible the diner could've been his father's?

I was thinking about Bob moving to the town (spooksville???) on purpose but it's shown in tender treats that bob (assumedly) lived there before his whole cannibalism thing and he knew Lila as a child so I don't think that'd be the case but the idea of him living there before Lila was even born/moved there is possible

I'm also remembering while writing this that Bob was most likely forced into cannibalism by the cult, but I think I also like the idea that he was previously a cannibal (or possibly enjoyed the thought of eating people?) and probably kept it hidden and then possibly the cult took advantage of it and made him do it in return for something? Money?? Immortalism?

And also he definitely uses the year-round Halloween thing to his advantage by dressing up to kill people

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i think if bob velseb had the money and lived in the right place he would defenitely live on a farm with cattle and stuff but ONLY to convince the cops that he butchers his own meat and that's why it might "look weird" and he'd probably name all his cows and not eat them

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adding onto this, it explains very well why burning spice cookie was so utterly enraged by his souljam being "taken", as theft is considered a grave sin in hinduism

i love that devsis makes all their cookies have like religions and stuff bcs the hinduism and sanskrit stuff behind burning spice is so cool

like look at this bro 🙏❤️

and its the same with the dark cacao kingdom and confucianism !! for example confucianists back in the day saw cutting their hair as barbaric which explains why cacao's hair is so long and why (most likely) he never let choco cut his hair and why he only cut it after his banishment

and a key relationship in confucianism is often father-son which i think is super cool...

devsis is so cool bro

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i love that devsis makes all their cookies have like religions and stuff bcs the hinduism and sanskrit stuff behind burning spice is so cool

like look at this bro 🙏❤️

and its the same with the dark cacao kingdom and confucianism !! for example confucianists back in the day saw cutting their hair as barbaric which explains why cacao's hair is so long and why (most likely) he never let choco cut his hair and why he only cut it after his banishment

and a key relationship in confucianism is often father-son which i think is super cool...

devsis is so cool bro

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why r u watxhing me I LOCE YPU KHIANA AYAYAAAAYYYYY I LOVVEEE OMG I LOVE IT SM

haha hey khiana love u so like can u draw me and bob velseb cooking dinner together pls ty

both of your top notch requests bff

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oh yawp go follow khiana shes sooooo cool

did another whiteboard with my friend HEY WHY DO ALL PREPS HAVE THE SAME HAIRCUT. MY STYLE HAS CRAZY SAME FACE SYNDROME SO EVERYONE EXCEPT FOR DERBY AND PINKY LOOK THE SAME okay maybe not bif

if you don't like the preps or the greasers my account is probably not for you because they're all i'll be drawing unfortunately