Okay, So Can You Do A Fix It Fic For Newt Where He IS Immune And Makes It To The Safe Haven And Finally

Okay, so can you do a fix it fic for newt where he IS immune and makes it to the safe haven and finally confesses he’s in love with reader? He deserves a happy ending -E

I already have an imagine with a similar ask, you can find that here, but I'll make another one just because you're so sweet

Warning: Kinda made Thomas and Vince douchebags, just a tad.

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This isn't happening...

This...can't be happening...

You looked down in absolute confusion and horror at your forearm, it looked like it was...rotting.

How could this be happening? You thought you were immune. You knew that you were immune. So, why the hell were you infected? This had to be a nightmare, right?

But it wasn't, the next day you woke up and your arm was only getting worse.

Your first instinct was to keep it to yourself, suffer alone and wait until the last minute to tell your friends. But it was a late night, you couldn't sleep due to the pain you were in and the fever that started to set in, you sat outside your hut on the beach, sobbing as you watched the sun start to rise over the dark waves. You thought you were alone...

Newt found you in tears, quickly switching to panic mode and trying to figure out what was wrong. You accidently panic told him in your frantic mental state. You didn't want to die, you spent too much effort on making sure you and your friends survive to just get the virus when you were supposed to be immune.

Newt was devastated, almost as much as you were. You were the person he cared about the most, so to hear such heartbreaking news caused him to try to find a solution at any cost.

Being Thomas' best friend, he knew about the last serum he was given by Teresa in her last moments. He knew how much it meant to Thomas to keep that safe, but you were more important and he was feeling desperate.

You felt ambushed as all your friends and Vince came up to you, immediately asking you multiple all at once, causing a sensory overload that made you crave an escape. "Guys, enough!" Newt shouted, silencing everybody. "You aren't helping." You gave him a grateful smile.

Vince sighed disapprovingly. "How long has this been going on? When did you first notice your symptoms?" He asked, as delicately as possible.

"A couple days ago..." You answered timidly, impulsively reaching for your infected arm.

"We still have time to save them, then." Newt voiced, causing Vince to furrow his brows.

"Son, there's nothing we can do now...I'm sorry."

"No. No, Tommy has a cure."

"Newt!" Thomas scolded, but it was too late. Everyone in the room looked to him in confusion. "I...uh..."

"Is that true?" You asked, suddenly feeling a spark of hope.

Thomas frowned, running his hands over his face in frustration. He shook his head slightly as he grabbed the lone blue vial from his pocket, displaying it in his palm for everyone to see.

"You had that all this time and you didn't say anything?" Vince asked.

"Teresa gave it to me...I wanted to protect it."

"Well, now we have a reason to use it. Give it here-" Newt walked up to Thomas and reached for the vial, but he pulled away quickly. "What are you doing? Y/n needs that."

"It's...it's the only one in the world..." Thomas muttered, guiltily looking at you.

You realized then. You weren't getting the cure. It was all Thomas had left of Teresa, and it was the only one in existence. "And you don't want to waste it on me..." You smiled bitterly.

"No!" Thomas quickly replied. "That's not it at all! It's just, what if we can replicate it? What if we can make more?"

"Tommy, Y/n doesn't have time like that. You wouldn't even know where to start, much less know what to do to make more. We can save Y/n, right now." Newt ranted.

"But what about everyone around the world that's not immune? We just let them die when we can do something about it?"

"Guys..." You called out weakly and sighed. "It's okay...if you can use it to save thousands of people...don't waste it on me."

Newt frowned angrily. "No." He looked to Vince, only to see another guilty expression. "You agree with Thomas?"

"I never said that...I do think we need to talk more about it."

"What's there to talk about?" Newt raised his voice. "Y/n's infected! And we have something that can save them! This should be a no brainer!"

You put a hand on Newt's shoulder, trying to calm him. "It's okay, Newt."

Newt shook his head, turning around and storming out of the area.

You felt Thomas' eyes on you, he looked like a kicked puppy. "I get it, Thomas..." You sighed reluctantly. "Teresa's cure is...important." Thomas didn't reply, in fear of making things worse. "I should go find Newt..." You said, mostly to yourself, not speaking another word to either of those guys.

You found Newt red in the face, his brows knitted together, and his hands balled up into tight fists. "I can't believe this..." He started. "He should've given you the cure as soon as I told him."

"Newt," You sighed, "it...it's okay."

Newt looked to you confoundedly. "What? No, no, it's not! If you don't get that cure, you'll die!"

You couldn't help the tremble in your bottom lip, the thought of succumbing to the virus scaring the hell out of you. "What if Thomas can make more, though? Just imagine how many people would be saved."

"I don't care about other people, I care about you, right now."

You weren't sure if your face was heating up due to your oncoming fever, or if you were just blushing. Still, you gave Newt a sad smile. You didn't know what to say. A small part of you had already accepted your fate, and you wanted to comfort Newt, but you knew telling him to accept it along with you wouldn't help. So, you said nothing else.

You left that conversation at a tense moment, but you had nothing else to say that would help anything. The night passed along agonizingly slow, your fever only intensifying, making you toss and turn unable to get to sleep. But you weren't the only person who couldn't sleep.

Newt felt rage like he never had before. He couldn't understand why Thomas would keep the cure from you. He couldn't take no for an answer, no way.

Thomas jumped when Newt stormed into his hut, grabbing him by his shirt collar and shoving him up against the wall. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Newt yelled angrily.

Thomas put his hands up in surrender. "Newt," He stuttered, "you don't understand-"

"No. No, I don't understand. Y/n's your friend too, why aren't you helping them?!"

"I do want to help them! I do!" Thomas pushed Newt away, quickly running his hands through his hand in frustration. "It's just...Vince and I really think we can replicate the serum. He managed to save Mary's research, and now that we know my blood is the secret ingredient, we can make more."

Newt sighed. "Tommy...Y/n doesn't have time. They need it...now."

Thomas shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Newt...but I can't do that. The survival of the human race depends on that one serum."

Newt didn't say anything, he didn't even really feel anything. He silently walked out of Thomas' hut, going back to yours to check up on you. Maybe seeing you would keep him from burning the Safe Haven to the ground, that wasn't the case however.

You were asleep when Newt came in, but it was less than a peaceful sight.

You were breathing rapidly, sweat drenching your clothes and the bed beneath you, black and purple veins like vines wrapping up and around your arm, stopping just below your neck. You were getting worse, and fast.

Fuck this.

Newt went back to Thomas' hut, waiting until he knew he was asleep, then he searched as silently as possible for that damn serum. It only took a few minutes to find what he was looking for. Thankfully, Thomas didn't wake up despite not being the heaviest sleeper.

Newt all but sprinted back to your hut, clutching the cure that would save you close to his chest, ignoring all the pain that shot up his leg.

You were awake by the time he arrived, the fever getting almost unbearable. When Newt came running back into your hut, you immediately noticed the bright blue vial of liquid in his hand. "Newt...?" You voiced weakly, your throat feeling like you hadn't had water in a century.

"You were supposed to still be asleep..." He mumbled, taking a seat beside you.

"Newt, I already told you. It's okay, you shouldn't waste the cure on me."

Newt shook his head. "No, I don't accept that."

"Did Thomas give you the serum?" You had your answer when Newt didn't reply, avoiding your gaze. "Newt, go give it back." You tried to scold, but that only made Newt stare at you in bewilderment.

"Do you want to shucking die?!"

"No...no, of course not." You sighed. "But this isn't right, you know that."

"I don't care."

"Newt, no!" Newt didn't give you a choice, he held down your arm and injected the serum into your bloodstream.

You felt the effects almost instantly. It was like walking out of an oven and into the fresh air, your whole body covered in goosebumps as your fever finally broke. Your arm felt alive again, it didn't feel dead and numb, you could almost move your fingers without feeling excruciating pain. You didn't even realize you passed out until you woke up the next morning, seeing Newt asleep in the chair next to your bed.

From the look of it, Newt didn't seem to leave your side all night. And your assumption was right for the most part.

After giving you the cure, Thomas rushed into your hut exasperated. "It's too late, Tommy."

"Newt..."

"I had to. I couldn't let them die."

Thomas was upset, but he wasn't angry at Newt. You were his friend too, of course he didn't want you to die. In his heart, he was really happy you were cured, but the loss of the only serum weighed heavy on his soul that he couldn't focus on anything else. He just decided to not talk to Newt, or anyone else, until he got his emotions under control. He'd apologize to you, eventually.

You felt a hell of a lot better, you felt energetic for the first time in months. You felt guilty, guilty that you were happy that Newt got you the cure in time. You didn't know how you could face everyone, but that was your future self's problem.

The soft groan that escaped your lips as you tried to sit up woke Newt, quickly helping you. "Hey..." He started softly. "You look so much better. How do you feel?"

"Like there's coolant running through my veins." You joked, but soon frowned.

"What?"

"What happened, with Thomas?"

Newt shrugged weakly. "Not as pissed off as I thought he'd be, if I'm being honest."

You sighed. "I can't even imagine how he must be feeling right now."

"Why are you so worried about him? You should be worrying about yourself."

"I don't have to anymore, since you stole the serum for me."

"And what was I supposed to do, huh? Let you turn into a Crank, let you die?" Newt raised his voice, but quickly calmed himself when he saw you flinch. "Sorry..."

After a long pause, you spoke up timidly. "I just don't understand...why did you do this for me?"

Newt chuckled. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

Newt blushed. "I couldn't let you die...because I'm in love with you, slinthead." Now it was your turn to blush, and blush you did. "Did your fever come back?" Newt asked, genuinely concerned.

You giggled, trying to hide your blushing face. "I'm fine. I guess I wasn't expecting that response."

Newt smiled softly. "Well, it's true...I love you. And if you don't feel the same way, that's okay. I just needed you to know that. I'll let you rest now."

Newt stood up to leave, but you quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wait! Don't go..." He sat back down beside you, interlacing his fingers with yours. "You saved my life."

"I shouldn't have waited as long as I did to get that serum for you."

You gave his hand a squeeze. "Please, you didn't have to do that for me, but you did. Don't regret anything."

Newt glanced at your lips, then back to your loving gaze. "No regrets..." He gently grabbed hold of your face, leaning forwards and planting a passionate kiss on your lips.

You didn't know if the aftereffects of the virus was still causing you to not make sense of the world around you, but you couldn't sworn his lips tasted like strawberries. Even if they did, the warmth of his soft skin relaxed you, making you feel safe. You hadn't felt this safe in your life, not even your mother's hold made you feel so invincible.

A single tear ran down your face, the feeling of love overwhelming your senses so much that it had to escape through your tear ducts.

Maybe it was because Newt saved your life, you had heard once that it was common to fall in love with someone who saved your life, but you quickly dismissed that thought.

Even before you got infected, before Newt saved your life, you realized that you always had feelings for him. During your time in the Glade, during the Scorch, during everything you endured together, you had fallen in love with him. Him saving your life only strengthened that feeling tenfold.

You were alive, finally healthy. You could spend the rest of your life, however long it would be, knowing that you were safe from the virus.

You were safe with the love of your life, until the end of your days.

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My apologizes for the excessive angst 😂

Can I be that shank who asks to sort the gladers into hogwarts houses?

You're no shank!! I love sorting characters into Hogwarts houses cause I'm a shuckin' nerd ANYWAY. I'm no expect at this, so these will be my own opinions

House Sorting under the cut 😊

Thomas: Absolute Gryffindor, pretty obvious I think since he's so...well, himself. Impulsive, a bit reckless, and stupidly brave can pretty much sum him up.

Newt: Hufflepuff, definitely. I have no other reason why other than he's baby and he's loyal to a fault.

Minho: I'm pretty sure he'd be a Ravenclaw. He has to be pretty heckin' smart to be a Runner, mapping out the Maze and quick on his feet. I think he suits Ravenclaw well.

Gally: He's kinda a tricky one for me. In the first movie, he pretty much exudes Slytherin energy. Pretty smart for a Builder, very self preservative for the most part. But then switching gears to Death Cure, his personality kinda does a 180 a bit. He pretty much wanted to protect his friends more than himself which seemed to me like a drastic change from Maze Runner. I think he's more Slytherin, but maybe a hint of Gryffindor after his character development. maybe i'm just projecting

Chuck: Hufflepuff, nough said.

Alby: Book Alby's definitely a Slytherin in my opinion. Movie Alby is more Ravenclaw.

Frypan: He's also kinda tricky. Probably a mix of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but to me he feels like more of a Gryffindor due to the fact he goes along with Thomas' dumb ideas lmao

Teresa (I mean, she's not technically a Glader but I'll sort her anyway): Definite Ravenclaw. I know some people will think she's Slytherin due to her personality trait "betrayal," but she's scientist sooo, think it's obvious.

And those are my hot takes lol. I know I didn't do ALL the Gladers, but those are the ones that I have a bit more, idk, connection to i guess

Can I please request a newt smut where he’s just having a rough day and she tries to make him feel better with a sweet soft session? Maybe where’s she’s on top for once and he’s just heart eyes over it? Thanks darling!

Of course, my dear Anon! Newt is just a sub in my eyes, honestly

NSFW WARNING

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Newt huffed sharply, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.

He had been working all day in the hot sun, pulling weeds from the gardens and ordering the newest Greenie around.

As if that weren't hard enough, the Slicers somehow managed to lose a pig, it accidently escaping from the Blood House and wreaking havoc all around the Glade.

Since no one seemed to be competent enough to handle it, Newt recruited a couple of his close friends and managed to catch the boar in less than an hour.

Sometimes, Newt couldn't believe how so many guys could be so reckless even when they've been in the Glade for so long. Pretty unacceptable in his eyes.

But alas, it was just one of those days where the Gladers were just tired, of the work and the situation that it reflected in their work. It was fine, tomorrow would be a new day and that was that.

But even Newt noticed how badly he must've looked, because he felt it. Sweaty, beaten down by the humid heat, an irritated expression on his face. He never really stayed annoyed for long, but looking like he was annoyed was better than looking like he was in pain.

Since everyone pretty much knew about Newt's leg, he was always a bit self-conscious about showing how much it really affected him all the time. The running around always put a lot of strain on his leg, it never really healing right after that night in the Maze. It was aching a considerable amount after chasing after that pig, but he was thankful it happened on a hot day, the cold only increasing the pain.

But Newt knew it would be okay, knowing he always had something at the end of the day: you.

When you came up in the Box, it was pretty much love at first sight, if there was such a thing. You were the light at the end of the tunnel, his lighthouse that he could always spot in the darkness when the ocean waves wanted to drown him most days. Sometimes he wished you were in the Glade before he made that decision to go out into the Maze, which he thought was selfish of him, but now he had something to live for other than making sure his plants didn't rot.

When the Maze doors finally closed, signaling the end of the work day, Newt carried himself to his hut that he shared with you, following the path he took so many times that it was second nature at this point. Like a moth to a flame, he gravitated to the place he knew where his home would be, waiting for him.

Newt opened the door to his hut, feeling his mood already lifting when he saw you.

"Hey!" You greeted happily, clearly you had a good day compared to Newt. You gave a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "How was your day?"

Newt only huffed in reply, not bothering to explain how hectic his day was. He walked past you and grabbed a small towel. "I'm gonna wash up."

You furrowed your brows at his bluntness, usually he was happy to vent if he had a bad day. You watched as he walked out the door again. You would've joined him, but you had already taken a shower before you got back to the hut. You smirked, as you got an idea...

Newt had a hard time standing while showering, his exhaustion almost getting the best of him. But the cold water definitely fixed his heat problem, and it helped relax him slightly. If the water were warm, he'd probably fall asleep standing up.

After washing up, Newt headed back to the hut with a more tolerable attitude. He didn't want to be in a bad mood when you two went to bed, since it was the only thing he really cared about, just a nice and comfortable end to a long day. But that it not what was waiting for him...

Newt's eyes widened and his face quickly flushed at the sight of you, naked. If he wasn't so tired, he would've pounced on you then and there. "Y/n..."

"Mhm?" You smirked, sultry walking closer to him.

Newt sighed. "Darling, as much as I'd love to, it's been a real long day-"

"I know that." You interrupted, finally closing the gap between the two of you. "That's why you won't have to do anything at all, just let me take care of you." You connected your lips, running your hands over his torso and wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling the dampness of his freshly washed hair.

Newt pulled away. "You don't have to, love." He said with a slight stutter, his cock already hardening at your roaming hands.

"You're always doing most of the work. Let me help you relax, okay?" You kissed him again, then taking his hand and leading him to your shared bed.

Newt finally surrendered himself, allowing you to have your way with him.

You gently pushed him down on the bed, kissing him passionately, then slowly lowering your kisses down. You made sure to leave a couple love bites on his neck, then trailing down his now shirtless torso, gently nipping his skin.

You looked up at Newt with a smile, placing a kiss on his V line before slowly pulling his pants off his legs. You chuckle softly when his cock quickly sprung out of his boxers, eager to be played with.

You trailed a few rough kisses up his inner thighs, taking your time until you finally got to his pretty pink shaft. You licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, smirking when you heard him let out a breathy whine. You gently grabbed the base of his cock, kitty licking his tip before taking the head into your mouth and sucking gently. "Y/n..." Newt shuddered, bucking his hips slightly.

"Shh..." You whispered, rubbing your hands over his hips. "Just relax."

You took more of his cock in your mouth, humming happily around his shaft, the vibration causing Newt to moan softly. You picked up the pace a little, bobbing your head up and down as far as you could, your hand moving with you to stimulate what your mouth couldn't. "So good, love. So good..." Newt praised.

You pleasured Newt like that for a good few minutes, his moans and sighs increasing in volume, but you decided to stop and trail more sloppy kisses up his torso until you got to his lips.

You straddled Newt, kissing him while you rubbed yourself on his dick, the stimulation you craved while going down on him finally being given to you caused you to moan breathily. "God..." You giggled.

You sat up, gently taking Newt's dick in your hand and using it to tease your entrance. You and Newt both moaned in unison as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock, feeling him stretching you deliciously. "That feels so good, love, fuck..."

Newt watched you bounce up and down on his cock, your face contorted in pleasure. Seeing you feel so good from his dick made his pleasure all the more intense. He knew you said that you wanted to do all the work, but he wanted you to come too.

You moaned loudly as Newt reached down to rub fast circles on your clit, that sensation combined with his cock perfectly hitting that special spot inside of you fast-tracking your own orgasm rapidly.

Newt felt you clench tightly around him as you climaxed, focusing on your beautiful expression as he made you come. He tried to keep his eyes on you as he felt himself getting close, keeping your gaze as he felt the warm buildup. And finally, the tension broke and Newt quickly pulled out and shot his come all over his stomach, feeling himself deflate.

You leaned down to give him one more passionate kiss before plopping down on the bed beside him, a giddy grin plastered on your face. "Do you feel better now?" You asked playfully, knowing fully well what his answer would be.

"You really have to ask?" Newt chuckle, rolling onto his side to look into your eyes. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love you?" He said softly.

You smiled. "Once or twice."

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Phew, that got me feelin' some type of way.🥵 Anyway, it is 4 a.m. and I can't stop writing...halp

Did you get the newt/gally angst fest request ?

I did, you sadist!!!😂

No, but for real, I'm breaking my own heart just trying to come up with the outline to this thing lmao

Well, it's my 1 year anniversary of posting my first imagine on Tumblr, which is pretty nifty I would say

Thank you to all my followers for making this so fun. I appreciate all of you, even the porn bots🥰

Can I request the nsfw alphabet for newt when you can? Thank you angel!!!

Oooo, I've never done one of these before! I am excite

NSFW WARNING (below the cut)

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

Newt is very caring after sex, making sure you were okay, if you needed anything, etc. He'd give you soft, tired kisses all over your face and playing with your hair.

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

Newt doesn't really have a part of his body that he especially likes, but if he had to choose, it would probably be his hands. His hands are important when it comes to working in the gardens, and he also loves that his hands can make you turn into putty with just simple touches.

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

When it comes to...well, cum, he really only likes cumming inside you, but he doesn't mind finishing on your stomach or chest. If you're sucking him off, he will absolutely want to see you swallowing his release.

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

He jerked off to the thought of you multiple times before you got together, but it wasn't that much of secret to you as it was to everyone else.

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

Not very experienced at all, but he's a quick learner😉

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This boy loves missionary. He always wants to be looking at you, staring into your eyes and holding your hands or caressing your face. He likes cowgirl too if he's feeling a bit tired. Any position where he can see your face he'd probably be fine with.

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

Newt can be especially goofy, he might giggle at certain bodily noises, but more often he just giggles cause he's so happy to be so close to you.

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

Don't really know or think W.C.K.D. would send razors and shaving cream up in the monthly Box deliveries. But if they did, I could see him sporting a neat landing strip.

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

This dude can be so fuckin' romantic, whispering how much he loves you and how he wishes the moment could go on forever. All that sappy shit.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Well, since he has you, he doesn't jerk off too much. But if he were to be in a desperate need and you weren't in the mood, he'd relieve himself while thinking of you. Nothing beats your orifices though

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I can definitely see him having a praise kink. He'd also be down with pegging, as long as it was missionary. He wouldn't really be into anything sadomasochistic stuff, he really doesn't like the idea of hurting you in any way. Though, he does like teasing you from time to time. With some encouragement, he might even slap your ass a few times if you asked.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Privacy is his #1 concern, especially in the Glade. He'd be hesitant to have sex outside, even as far away as the Deadheads. He wouldn't find it exciting, more stressful than anything. He hates the idea if someone actually caught you, if they saw your naked body at all. Nope, he'll stick to fucking behind closed (and locked) doors.

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

For a male, he doesn't really have a lot of things that get the gears turning. Most of the time, it's you who would initiate the sexy times. Seeing you naked would definitely be a turn on, obviously. Jealousy would be a big motivator, though he doesn't get that jealous often, as you have his complete trust and confidence.

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

BDSM, anything that would hurt you, especially degradation is just not something he'd be willing to do. Public sex and threesomes is a big no-no as well. He wants you all to himself😊

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

As much as he loves a good blowjob, he loves going down on you more. He loves the way he can make you come apart with his mouth. Sometimes, it can get exhausting with how much he wants to give, but it was hard to complain when he made you feel so damn good.

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

Newt likes to take his time, loves foreplay a bit too much. He prefers taking things nice and easy, but he'll happily oblige you if you want it a bit more faster paced.

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

He's down, still prefers to take his time. His only concern is that you may not finish if it's just a quickie.

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

Like I said, he doesn't really enjoy risks. He's down for trying new positions and all, but no kink that's really extreme.

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

He could probably go a couple rounds, 30-40 mins each (that includes foreplay).

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

I don't think toys would be easy to come by in the apocalypse. But if vibrators are still a thing then, yes, he's absolutely use some on you. He'd let you try them on him too, but he'd prefer it the other way around.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The most pleasure he gets from sex is when he makes you feel good, that's his priority. Though, if he knew you liked getting teased and if you told him being teased makes your orgasms stronger, he'd become an annoying bastard just for you

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

He can get pretty vocal when he's fucking you, mostly soft moans and praises telling you how good you feel. If you're pegging him, he can get really loud, but you wouldn't mind when he sounds so beautiful.

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

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

He's pretty average, about 5 to 6 inches. He has a somewhat slender shaft, but he has a nice curvature that would hit all the right spots😉

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

Not too high, but as long as he's not exhausted, he'd gladly have sex any time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on the time of day or night after doing the deed, but he doesn't really get the urge to sleep immediately afterwards. He'll feel tired, but he'd have better chances of falling asleep right after if you did too.

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That was fun! These were all personal opinions of mine, so don't worry if these weren't the answers you were hoping for. Thanks for the ask regardless. I'm a thirsty bitch right now