An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/7
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Mulciber Jr. | Severus Snapeâs Schoolmate/ Severus Snape, Charity Burbage/Aurora Sinistra, Charity Burbage & Avery Jr. & Mulciber Jr. & Aurora Sinistra & Severus Snape & Wilkes, Charity Burbage & Severus Snape, slight Remus Lupin/ Severus Snape
Characters: Severus Snape, Mulciber Jr. | Severus Snapeâs Schoolmate, Avery Jr. | Severus Snapeâs Schoolmate, Wilkes (Harry Potter), Aurora Sinistra, Charity Burbage, Remus Lupin, Mulciber Sr. | Tom Riddleâs Schoolmate, Mrs Mulciber | Tom Riddleâs Schoolmate, James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Original Characters, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn
Additional Tags: Crazy Mulciber Jr. | Severus Snapeâs Schoolmate, The Author Regrets Nothing, Threats of Violence, The prank happens, Meeting the Parents, Pining, mentions of cannibalism, Love at First Sight, Friends to Lovers, Obsessive Behavior, Morally Ambiguous Character, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Hurt/Comfort, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, maybe smut, Happy Ending, Marauders Bashing (Harry Potter), Bullying, no beta we die like my eye sight
Summary:
â Iâm Severus Snapeâ
â Snape?â The Black boy questioned
â Iâm a half blood my father is a muggleâ Severus replied
âMmm, interesting, if you wouldnât mind, your mother is a witch?â The black boy asked as he cocked his head to the side in question
â Yes, she was one of the princesâ but she got disownedâ Severus replied, as he began to look down at the floor.
â I think we would make wonderful friends, donât you think Severus?â Bruce gave a small smile as he looked the other in eye , he had looked to be pondering, Bruceâs suggestion (more like command in the eyes of Bruce)
THANK YOUUU I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA WHEN YOU CAN IF MC WAS ALREADY DATING SOMEONE WHEN THEY FIRST MET
OFC i may be employed but am a chud at heart
IF MC WAS DATING SOMEONE WHEN THEY MET
English is not my first language and also spoilers
ABEL
He was very VERY tempted to kill your partner
But his ego it didn't let him, why? Well if he has to kill them to have a chance with you, that means that your partner is better than him and he can only be with you if they don't exsist
And here comes his masterplan of making you fall for him without killing whoever the fuck got to your heart before him
He would get so pissed and jealous whenever your partner would be around or even mentioned, he's more so pissed off that they got to your heart before him but don't worry guys Abel has bigger titties, I mean, personality
It's very obvious that he's flirting, and you know it's bad when the MC relaises that it's flirting and it doesn't just fly over their head
But oh well, you're in a murder conspiracy with him so you can't just leave
Your partner does not like Abel, I wonder why, and yall do get into multiple arguments about how you're hanging around a man who is clearly into you and is actively flirting with you and it does end up fucking up your relationship
After the break up it's all looking good for Abel, for you? Not so much, I mean you just lost your partner couse of a theater kid, like that's crazy, a theater kid? You gotta have some kind of talent to get your relationship fucked by a fucking theater kid
Now it's Abels time to shine he just has to get you to realize how much better he is than your ex
CAIN
Cain does not care man, he's shanking a hoe
The second he relaises he's in love with you, oh boy, well he doesn't kill them right then and there, he lowkirkenuenly tries to sabotage the relationship
He gets very jealous whenever he sees yall being all lovey dovey, acting like your partner is the riches man in the city when they are clearly not BECOUSE CAIN IS THE RICHEST MAN I THE CITY
Definetly shits talk them with Abel and Florian
"did you see that he didn't even hold MCs hand when they were walking, like damn that's your lover show some affection"
"Cain, just admit you're jealous of them but don't worry, I will hold your hand"
"you two do realize people can hear you, right?"
It's not like you're dating Abel wich he would be okay with, that's his friend, but he does not care about your partner
You know what they say "money makes he world go round" he has connections and he has money, and you know what that means, that's right guys, blackmail
It does end up working, and yea you're sad about it but look on the bright side, you have Cain Montgomery trying to get with you, like damn how tf did you not fold already, I know I would
And let's pretend his deal is not effecting you okay? He's very happy he finally has a fair chance at winning your heart
He's ESPECIALLY flirty with you when he sees your ex in the same space as you and him, he enjoys seeing your ex being jealous of him
i see your taking requests! maybe some headcannons if the boys founds out mc has killed someone before (Dating Killmulator)
oooh i love this request!! i hope i did the characters some justice lol (sorry itâs so short!!!!)
dkill headcanons: if m/c had killed someone before
ABEL CONTI:
* Abel thinks youâre joking at first. It takes him a decent minute to realize youâre serious
* If youâre showing clear remorse over it, he reassures you that youâre not a bad person for it (regardless of the context)
* He gives you advice for ânext timeâ
* Later on, he teases you about it every chance he gets
* He wants to tell Cain but would refrain if you asked him not to
* It doesnât change his view on you
CAIN MONTGOMERY:
* Cain immediately wants to know every detail to your story, and he listens very patiently
* Heâs not overtly shocked: just a little surprised that someone like you had blood on their hands
* ââŠthen how come you freaked out so much the night we met?â
* Cain doesnât heavily discourage you from further violence, but he doesnât exactly encourage it. It would crush him to see you terribly guilty over it, especially when you donât HAVE to
* Depending on how long ago the murder was, he pays the press/police to make sure you donât become a suspect
* Cain automatically assumes the other person deserved it, even before you explained the story
FLORIAN SETH:
* Florian does his best to act surprised, but honestly, he already knows
* He acts very professional about it, asking questions more about your mental state and the reasoning instead the details
* Telling anyone isnât a thought that even crosses his mind
* He reassures you that youâre still a good person (in his mind, you could never not be)
* He never brings it up again unless you do first
* Florian makes sure thereâs no witnesses that could get you arrested
yan abel from dating killmulator...before you officially meet
"wait, how did he know my name?" you watched the blonde walk off from you and jose, maybe he just heard it from word of mouth? emily maybe?
maybe not
why would anyone talk about you?
turning back time to your freshman year of college, she had always been cruel. it couldn't have been the same emily that said this:
"you worked here? you're so quiet, easy to miss. you should have told me, haha."
you forced a quiet laugh in the campus library desk where you worked at, but emily's statement didn't make him crack a smile.
he was sitting by a corner near the front desk where you were. fingers tapping and swishing on the latest console model. his eyes were attentive to the screen, but his ears were only attentive to you.
emily was a disturbance. her voice was high-pitched, performative, sprinkled with a tone of condescension. a voice that could make you feel like your very existence was a burden for the human race. he detested her. but he loved you.
you were the opposite. your voice was perfect. it wasn't loud. you thought before you spoke, you were considerate, possibly the most considerate girl in this whole university.
he remembers when you helped a local janitor clean a mess of popcorn and ice cream last minute before the campus closed for spring break.
he saw you stay longer hours in the hospital. volunteering. accompanying a patient, holding their hand while their family was away. the thoughtful gifts you gave a fellow nurse before she retired.
you're kind, you're good. you're perfection. your skin continues to hold good; it has not burned to the will of the evil flames of this world.
and that's why he takes the time between classes and practice to watch you. even for just a little bit. the sight of you.
it's fun. watching someone who doesn't know they are being watched is fun.
learning about someone who doesn't know every single schedule, every single move is being analyzed is fun.
you're fun.
"emily thinks you're easy to miss. she's wrong. i see you everywhere."
- Giuseppe is the one who got him into Monopoly... he has had to "lose" to Cain many times (he's laundering money under the table)
- the glasses he wears at the university are prescription!! he needs them when doing paperwork
- gets cold easily so he always steals Abel's long sleeves when he's around
- in the Confession spinoff he admits he cried when reading "his" students' ratings... it made me think that since he's so reserved and barely has a true social circle, this is the closest people have gotten to him in a while. he must be pretty sensitive when it comes to personal critiques, especially since we can assume he didn't grow up with friends/age-appropriate social life. Cain probably holds the MC's impression of him higher than he'd care to admit
- him and Giuseppe swap books every so often, although he usually isn't super thrilled to receive one of Giuseppe's cheesy romances...
- ^^ after him and Florian connect at camp, they end up recommending books to one another, which Cain enjoys FAR more! Florian has an abundance to share, and is weirdly into realistic horror books...
- since he doesn't do much in his spare time other than paperwork (according to Unai/NĂșria from a Q&A), Giuseppe has tried to get him into different hobbies. he's tried knitting (ended up stabbing the yarn skein out of frustration), sports (bad. see: Sports Day. stick with golf, king), music (not that bad with guitar but it doesn't keep his attention), gardening (enjoyed the digging part), and whittling (not creative enough. ended up just cutting the wood into nothing)
- Cain enjoys listening to podcasts about business, true crime, and pop culture. all great study materials for being a Normal Citizen!
- enjoys going on vacations to places he's never been. he can't help but yearn for the sense of community that comes in trying something new as a foreigner to excited natives!
- ^^ in the past it's always been him and Giuseppe going to these places, but now that he has friends/a partner, he's excited for opportunities to take them along, too. what is this desire to build memories with the ones he loves???
- worst texter ever. he'll respond and react to everything, but it's rare to get more than "OK" or "Yeah" out of him
- back to his bad social skills: he's a serial killer, so he's got the charisma to talk (or kill) himself out of any situation. but when it comes to the people he's close to, he can drop that facade. this often costs him as he frequently says the wrong thing and has to learn how to apologize/be more empathetic
- giving love language: gift-giving (mostly in the beginning) and quality time. receiving: words of affirmation and (later) physical touch
- once he and the MC get closer in their relationship, he finds out that he hates sleeping alone. he feels like his demon is waiting for him in the darkness or that something bad is happening to MC whenever they're apart
- ^^ would not be opposed to the MC living in one of the spare rooms in his mansion
- bad at taking care of himself. Giuseppe has to remind him to eat some days because he genuinely doesn't think about it
- likes to spar with Abel! he has fun, though the two can get a little too into it sometimes
- loves to dance. he had teachers come in when he was younger for the purpose of events like galas or fundraisers, but ended up enjoying it a lot. he's even been the one to offer help to Abel for theatre (though not without consequences)
- secretly spends a lot of time on TokTik...
- likes to swim!! loves the pool, loves the beach, loves to be on a boat, etc. had a blast during camp because of the lake! he mostly took over water activities, though he was close to drowning Florian a few times
- begrudgingly learned how to braid for Abel when his phantom pains are too much for him to use his right hand
- likes the classiness of the opera. he gets excited when he can do "Rich Guy" things -- not because he's a nepo baby, but because he feels fancy
- watches old Power Rangers episodes when he's sick or sad. sometimes he will watch Glee with Giuseppe, but he can't handle it for long
- you can tell when Giuseppe is on leave/on a solo mission because Cain gets super clingy and does everything he can to not be at his house. he also gets "creative" and starts proposing wild ideas that Giuseppe would usually redirect him from
- MC brings him to a cat cafe for the first time and he nearly dies. he never knew he needed to be smothered
- has an ongoing private list of things MC mentions in passing. he knows too much and enjoys surprising them!
- forgets to lock doors constantly. also a serial leaver-opener (mf can't close a drawer to save his life. has turned around and slammed his face into countless kitchen cabinets)
- used to his own crazy lifestyle, Cain often forgets that the MC isn't and accidentally scars them with his casual admissions/actions. has been confused as to why the MC doesn't know what happens when you slash a major artery... what do you mean you didn't know people can blink after they die??
- Abel started working out as a way to relieve resentment (towards the fire) when he was a late teen. he ended up really getting into it and stuck to a regimen, which is how he got so big!
- veryyyy hygienic, particularly dentally! he can't let that starry smile get his ass landed back at the dentist's office! he also steals cologne from Cain if he likes the scent. as noted in the camp chapter, a surprisingly modest array of hair products ( skincare! )
- he was in an abundance of musicals and plays growing up... I think he secretly likes performing in plays a little better than musicals because it feels more intimate and he can really commit to a character without relying on a melody. but he jumps at ANY chance to perform, and you know damn well he's getting the lead
- i think this is a kinda canon, but he gets flustered when flirted with by the mc, so i bet he's always a little weak in the knees around them
- golden retriever boyfriend holds anything mc doesn't want to carry, usually against their will
- argues with Giuseppe a lot in italian
- gives the warmest, most engulfing hugs
- could easily sleep through a hurricane. will wake up the instant he smells food cooking tho
- even though he prefers to be left alone (mentioned in his character profile in season 15), he enjoys the casual comfort Maya and Harper have brought since they've befriended the MC
- has made Cain his new year's kiss for three consecutive years. he counts their first meeting (torture sesh) as the honorary fourth
- ^^ always asks Giuseppe if he'd like one as well. he is always turned down (Gius would never get in the way of his #1 ship...)
- gets phantom pains in his right arm :(
- one of his classes listed in his S2 profile is makeup/theatrical cosmetics -- Cain has definitely lost a bet and had to wear full beat for a day.... probably back when Abel still wasn't very good
- tried out aerial for the sake of knots and ropes! couldn't get the flexibility of it down, but still had fun. definitely almost fell to his death a few times. similarly, he has explored the art of shibari...
- tries to be an asshole big brother to Damian with any spare time he has. the kid has to learn eventually! Abel can't stomach the thought of his little brother growing up a 6-7 Rizz nightmare with no sibling microtorture...
- ^^ that being said, if the MC ever met/meets his family, Damian is doing everything in his power to destroy Abel's "Cool Boyfriend" reputation
- heard about Florian's paintball sweep from Sports Day and found a morsel of respect for him... has also considered commissioning him for a tasteful nude portrait for the MC (and Cain, of course! what are best friends for?)
- his giving love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. his receiving is quality time!
- loves when people hype him up, but if they get sappy he gets flustered and loses focus
- gives mama's boy
- has used Cain as his partner when practicing choreography. Cain is actually good so Abel gets competitive when criticized and they usually end up fighting or wrestling
- his favourite Winx character is Stella, naturally
- likes to talk during movies and has been kicked out of countless theaters. the BEST person to watch movies/shows with at home (if you don't mind yapping) because his theories get crazy (and sometimes accurate! what can he say, he knows how scripts work)
- a true italian... he knows better than to drink a cappuccino after 11 am, it's sacrilege! ((unrelated, but i'm so curious if we'll find out where his birth family is from since it's implied his adoptive family is why he's italian!))
- speaking of being italian... he cannot handle his grappa. his family makes fun of him for it
- wants a dog with mc until he realizes he won't be the baby anymore
- brat. pushes too many buttons and rarely feigns innocence
- used to be pretty gullible... now he's just pretty!
- secretly hates the amount of unwanted attention he gets. most people are so overbearing and don't respect his boundaries, so he seeks solace in his friends because he doesn't want to come off as rude
- ^^ Cain's newfound employment has lessened this, luckily. although the amount of expulsions from campus has skyrocketed...
- tries to meet up with MC between every shared class break!
- teaches mc classic italian etiquette: always wipe your plate clean with your bread, go for an evening stroll, and of course.. nap time :)
hi!!! i'd love to rq some headcanons for DKill if that's cool! maybe just some general dating hcs for the three boys (if you do multiple!)? you can do a mix of regular and yan if you'd like! ((i'm so happy to see activity for killmulator on here THANK YOUUUU!!!))
hiiii! I went ahead and did hcs for all the boys (and a polyamory option)! i totally wish there was more killmulator activity on tumblr too đđđ i just love all of them so much, iâve played all their routes by now <3 regular hcs are in black/white (depending if youâre on light or dark mode) and more yan hcs are in red! im soo tired and didn't proofread so pls ignore mistakes :)
Abel <3
This man is the sappiest and corniest dude alive. He canonically has you saved as âFuture Wifeâ on his phone⊠Youâre literally his emergency contact
He sings to you all the time, like he literally never shuts up. Especially love songs or the most annoying meme songs ever. During special occasions like Valentineâs, anniversaries, or your birthday, he makes sure to write or learn a special song just for you and plays the whole thing himself, instruments and all (because he can canonically play instruments!)
He adores cooking⊠itâs his love language. You get into an argument with him? Youâre coming home to a feast.
He speaks Italian to you all the time and loves calling you endearments in Italian. He secretly doesnât want you to learn the language so he can keep saying dirty things to you without you knowing ;)
He doesnât let you lift a single finger. âWhy do you think I work out, tesoro? Of course itâs so you donât have to carry a thing!â Heâs also always carrying you with one hand. He jokingly uses you as a dumbbell so much.Â
Heâs a total doofus and loves messing around and making you laugh. Sometimes, he goes overboard. He always feels incredibly guilty afterwards though and will make it up to you times ten.
He adores taking care of your hair and styling it cute. âOh come on! Weâre matching!! I look better though lmaoâ
Would burn the world down for you but is actually better than that because heâll drop everything heâs ever aspired for just to be with you <3
Youâre his first relationship and heâs damn sure that youâll be his last.Â
Heâs secretly insecure, which is why he might have over obsessive tendencies.Â
Heâs scared youâre going to abandon him or leave him. Youâre the only one heâs ever loved this way. You canât do that to himâŠ
He has no need for trackers or other fancy things. Heâs simply glued to your side 24/7. You never have a moment of privacy. Everything is shared and together from now on.
He knows he canât stop you from interacting socially with others, but he sure as hell deters people by acting like you big scary guarddog shadow.
He still has a fanclub but he couldnât care less. Heâd murder them all if you were to be jealous.
In fact, heâs down to hide the bodies of anyone who even dare utter a single negative thing about you.Â
Cain <3
This man was in sooooo much denial when he first started falling for you
He has literally no experience in love. All his examples of it growing up were horrible too. He's winging it as he goes (and taking unhinged advice from Abel, Florian, and Giu's yaoi novels).
Still, naturally, he's a very charming man! He's blunt but in a hot way <3
He'll buy anything that you so much as glance at. You want something? It's yours. What's the deal with all his money if he doesn't spend it on you?
He has horrible perception of prices though⊠like would totally spend thousands of dollars on regular flowers. Welp, it's the thought that counts, even if his wallet is taking the damage.
He's a picky eater and likes high end food because that's mostly what he's been fed. However, if you start introducing him to junk and comfort food⊠he might just get into it.Â
He gets really hurt if you think badly of him or any aspect of him. You're the only person in his life that matters to him. You're everything. Of course your opinion is either what boosts his ego to infinity or makes him doubt even existing.
He's constantly scared of losing you. He even has nightmares about it.
He's away often on work trips, but if you're not busy, he's even more happy to book another plane ticket and take you on a mini vacation at his place of work for the week.
He doesn't seem like the guy to be attached to you all the time, but you best bet that he has eyes on you all the time.
He has a tracker on everything about you. Your phone is automatically linked to his, your location is always displayed on his watch⊠anything to keep you safe (read: watch you) is put into place.Â
Sometimes he just enjoys the feeling of stalking you. It's exilerating⊠even if you're both already dating, he just likes seeing you vulnerable and kept under his watchful eye.Â
Need someone dead? He's ten steps ahead. That person was dead yesterday already, sweetheart.
Donât even think about breaking up with him either. Heâll pull all his strings to make it impossible for you to live without him.
Heâd kill the whole world before he would lose you. He rather it be just you and him, all alone, anyway.
Florian <3
With you, he claims its love at first sight. I mean you must have put him under a spell or somethingâŠ
Heâs extremely logical and rational and yet will somehow secretly think youâre both soulmates.Â
Heâs broke but he does but best for you with what he can. Heâll even spend an excruciatingly and embarrassing amount of time making you something special. If he canât afford something expensive, heâll just make it expensive by putting his time into it.Â
Heâs very amused when you find out his hair is all natural. He even jokes about you dying your hair to match him.
Heâs a completely closed book. You find heâs not that bad at anything other than cooking, making drinks, and technology. Itâs like heâs a jack of all trades, even if heâs not particularly good at just one thing. You wonât know a thing about him, but the next day youâll suddenly find out heâs suspiciously good at archeryâŠ
His build seems pretty weak and frail so his strength always surprises you, especially when he swoops you up as often as he does.Â
His favorite pastime is either reading classic books with you or watching movies. He always finds a way to make complicated psychological theories about everything.
He calls you very romantic endearments and takes things at your pace, even if heâs puling the strings in the backâŠ
Every single aspect of you and your life is known. He even has a whole journal just dedicated to you. You best bet he writes new information in it every single day, like youâre some kind of new specimen heâs studying.
He will totally hurt you psychologically in order to get closer with you, even if it takes manipulation and gaslighting.Â
I also have a feeling heâd be physical if necessary for his plans, however he wouldnât go as far as to kill you.
He has a shrine of your things. He likes to look at it every day and desperately tries to grow his collection.Â
Heâs very very slick with his murdering. Itâll take a few months before people around you die but itâs because he needs it all to look like a horrible little freak accidentâŠ
Yeah idk i just fully confidently believe Florian is insane but I love him <3
Bonus Polyamory <3
Iâm not even kidding you guys polygamy would be my dream ending but ik it probably wonât happen lol. Anyway, let me justify myself-
Cain and Abel are the most flirtatious bastards ever though itâs mainly Abel teasing Cain and Cain getting sucked into doing stupid things. Theyâre in the early stages of dating before you meet them.Â
Florian is much more reserved, and he falls for you first before getting dragged into the bigger relationship.Â
At first, Florian feels like an outcast, but itâs not long until he genuinely loves everyone.
Cain is much more relatable than Florian thought, and heâs so loyal and sweet too. Who wouldnât fall for a man who does everything to make sure you donât lose your job and gets upset when he canât do anything about it?
Abel brings out his fun side that he honestly didnât even know he had. They get close because Abel starts nude modeling for him and honestly Abelâs just hot as hell. Abel does take the time to reassure him and learn more about him though, even if heâs cheeky and teasing.
Hear me out but you guys bond over nude modeling- like not even in a sexual way. Being nude is such a vulnerable state, and by doing so together, it just brings you all very close. You all take turns sketching each other. (Florianâs is always the best lol).
You and Abel are the only ones who can cook in the relationship. (Minus you if you canât cook lmao). Abel doesnât mind cooking for everyone, he loves it honestly. More people to enjoy his cooking <3 Youâre all more than lovers, youâre a whole damn family.
Somehow you all end up living together. Probably with Cain because heâs the only one who can afford housing and he already has a mansion-
You all cuddle pile on a couch watching movies every Friday.
Abel can probably lift all three of you at once. Cain will, of course, spoil you all individually, catering to each personâs interests and wants. Florian is the man everyone runs to when they want advice.Â
You all sleep in separate rooms because space is important to all of you, but more often than not everyone will randomly climb into each otherâs bed and spend the night. Most the time, you all end up piled up on Cainâs bed because he has the biggest bed lmao.
Cain never understood people with âbaby fever.â
Never got how someone could want a kid that badly.
A kid was just another mouth, not oxygen. Nobody actually needed one.
Boy, would this man eat his words.
Because then he found you.
And despite everythingâ no matter how much he denies itâ you managed to change him just a bit. Just enough to make him want thingsâ feel thingsâ heâd never imagine. Things heâd made fun of in the past.
Like right now.
Right now, where he was really starting to want a child with you.
It was driving him insane.
It all started when Reginaldâ your father, his father-in-lawâ showed him pictures of you as a baby.
Cain wasnât sure what was worseâ Reginald flipping through those old photo albums with a stupidly proud grin, or the fact that Cain didnât hate it.
He wanted to. He wanted to roll his eyes, scoff, maybe toss in a jab about how obviously you looked like a tiny gremlin, and wasnât it a miracle you grew into someone so damn gorgeous even halfway decent-looking.
But look at cute, sweet little you.
He sat quietly, watching.
Watching you, in your ridiculous baby clothes, clutching some toy like it was your whole world. Your eyes still had that same sparkâ just smaller, rounder, softer.
And damn it all if something in his chest didnât twist.
Cain didnât just see you.
He saw pieces of you he missed.
But what if he could be there for it?
Not your past, no. That was gone. But the future.
A future where some little brat with your eyes and maybe his grin ran through the halls, tugged at your sleeve, reached for him with those small, stubborn little hands.
He had never thought about kidsâ not after his own childhood.
Cain wasnât the kind of man who got to want soft things. He wasnât the kind of man who thought he even deserved to.
And he didnât want to be a father like stupid William.
But watching Reginald beam at those old photos of you, Cain felt that ugly, dangerous ache in his chest.
Because maybeâ just maybeâ he could be something different.
Not your father. Not his.
Not William.
Something better.
But he shrugged it off. Tried burying the feeling.
But then you just had to go smile at some strangerâs kid. Soft voice, warm grin, the kind of smile Cain had never once seen directed at him in that way.
And he wanted to be the reason you smiled like that. Wanted to be the man standing next to you when some tiny, stubborn thing called you mama and looked up at him like he hung the stars.
He knew you wanted one. Youâd talked about it here and there, subtly. Because you didnât know if it was what he wanted. He noticed that. Of course he did.
And now it was stuck in his brain.
For a damn murderer, he couldnât seem to kill this thought.
Heâd look at you, imagining how youâd look carrying his child. You having his child.
Why the hell was that making him feel things?
Heâd catch himself staring at your pretty little fingers and wonder how theyâd look cradling a babyâs cheek. Heâd picture you half-asleep with a little child pressed against your chest, both of you breathing in soft little sighs. Heâd imagine a laugh that wasnât yours or his filling the house.
And it was driving him insane.
And after a long while of the universe torturing him with signs, he finally told you.
He waited. Not long, just long enough for his chest to stop hammering against his ribs, long enough for him to make sure the words would land exactly right.
âI want a kid with you.â
Your eyes went wide. ââŠWhat?â
You looked at him, not knowing whether he was being sarcastic or not. You waited for the punchline.
It never came.
Itâs true that Cain was always direct about what he wanted.
But Cain Montgomery wanted a kid? Already?
Cainâs jaw tightened. He held your gaze, chest still hammering, as if he had to will the words into existence. âIâm serious,â he said, voice low, steadyâ too steadyâl ike he was daring you to question him.
You blinked, heart thudding in disbelief. âI⊠Iââ
He held up a hand, cutting you off before your brain could spiral. âNo, listen. Donât freak out. Iâm not asking tomorrow. Not even next week. I just⊠I want this. I want us to have this. Only if you want it too. If you donât, I donât.â
You looked at him. âCain, if youâre doing this because of meââ
He leaned forward, eyes hard, voice low and razor-sharp. âI donât do things I donât want, sweetheart.. Ever. You should know that by now.â
ââŠYouâre serious,â you whispered, more to yourself than him.
âDidnât I just say that?â
You swallowed hard, heat climbing your chest. ââŠYouâd really want that? With me?â
Cainâs eyes bored into yours, as if daring you to look away. âWho the hell else would I want it with, Mrs Montgomery?â
You blinked, flustered.
âOkay, yeah. Sure.â
You didnât know how else to put it. What were couples even supposed to do after this talk?
Cainâs eyes narrowed. ââŠThatâs all youâve got?â
You raised your brow âWhat else am I supposed to say? âYes, Cain, please breed me. Let me have your child.ââ
He leaned back a little, s smug grin forming on his lips. âMuch better.â and then mutters, âI tell you I want to knock you up, and you hit me with okay.â
âAlright you ruined the moment. Get out.â
âNo.â his grin sharpened. âYou get in the damn forsaken bed so I can put a little brat in you like my mindâs been torturing me to for the last few months.â
âMonths?â
âMonths, sweetheart. I just needed to confirm and know how you felt about it.â
âHow respectful.â you tease, hiding the geniune adoration.
And before you could think, you were being carried and tossed over his shoulder,
âTsk always have sooo much to say, donât you brat?â he chuckled low, smacking your behind before putting you down on the bed gently, âDonât worry, youâll get your chance to be very loud, sweetheart. Weâll see where all those words go when Iâm breeding our kid into you, yeah?â
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Kinktober Day 8 - Kinks
MDNI 18+
Summary : Giving in to the kinks of the DK boys.
TW : For Cainâs part : rough sex, p in v, inappropriate use of knife, masturbation (both receiving), description of blood and cuts, cutting skin voluntarily, begging, teasing, kinda dom!Cain, slight power dynamics, creampie / For Abelâs part : p in v, tying up, use of ropes, rough sex, teasing, begging, creampie, kinda dom!Abel, powers dynamics / For Florianâs part : fingering, p in v, rough sex, oral (female receiving), teasing, begging, powers dynamics/play, dom!Florian, creampie
Pairing : Cain x fem!reader / Abel x fem!reader / Florian x fem!reader
Words count : 9.4k (Cain : ~3.8k, Abel : ~2.2k, Florian : ~3.3k)
A/N : Here your request dear anonymous! I chose the kinks based on what I thought would be most accurate, knife kink for Cain, ropes kink/something with tying up people for Abel and Florian has definitely a corruption kink. Enjoy!
Cain Montgomery :
The room is quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of early morning slipping through the curtains. You lie beside Cain, the warmth of his body pressing against yours beneath the sheets. Thereâs a tension in the air, a quiet, simmering energy thatâs been building since you both crawled into bed.
Cainâs posture is precise even while relaxed, shoulders squared, but the way his hand brushes yours under the covers betrays his demeanor. He glances at you with those sharp, calculating eyes, as if measuring your reaction, and you catch the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.
Without a word, you shift closer. The space between you disappears as his hand finds the small of your back. The first brush of skin against skin is hot, your chest tightens, and a subtle usual heat spreads low in your belly.
He leans in slowly, testing, and you meet him halfway. Your lips barely touch at first, soft and exploratory. Cainâs hand slides up your side, thumb grazing the curve of your ribs, making a shiver run through you. Even though heâs reserved, thereâs an intensity in the way heâs touching you, a steady, deliberate heat that promises heâs fully aware of the effect heâs having.
The kiss deepens gradually. Cainâs lips part over yours, slow and methodical, tasting, testing, marking territory in the most intimate way. One hand slides into your hair, the other drifting lower, cupping your hip with a firmness that is both possessive and careful. You gasp softly at the subtle pressure, the warmth of him pressing against you, and you feel a thrill of excitement coil tighter between your legs.
Your fingers trace the line of his jaw, over the tense planes of his neck, and he hums softly, a rare, low sound that makes your chest flutter. The kiss grows more urgent now, more demanding, but still precise. Heâs not reckless, all his movement is measured, almost strategic, like he knows exactly what heâs doing to make your body respond.
As his hand slides under your shirt, palm pressing against your back, you arch into him, craving more contact. Cainâs control is evident in every motion, yet the heat in his chest, the slight hitch in his breath, betrays how much heâs already affected by you.
You trail your lips along his neck, eliciting a sharp, surprised inhale. His hands tighten slightly on your hips, grounding you as he tilts his head, exposing more of his throat. The combination of his steady presence and the way he responds to your touch sends a rush of warmth between your legs.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, brown eyes scanning your face, reading your reactions like an open book.
âYouâre turning me on.â
As he speaks, you feel your own pulse spike at his admission, heat pooling deeper as you press against him, letting your lips brush against his again.
Hands explore with careful precision now, tracing the lines of shoulders, the slope of chest, and the curve of your waist. Each touch is slow, coaxing gasps and soft moans from both of you. Cainâs fingers slide under your pants slightly, teasing the skin of your hip, while your hands trace the sharp planes of his back, feeling the tension in every muscle.
The air between you thickens with desire. Each kiss and touch builds the tension until itâs nearly unbearable. You can feel him pressing closer, the outline of his growing hardness brushing against your thigh, and you respond in kind, grinding softly, letting your own wetness press against him.
Cainâs lips trail down your neck, provoking a shiver and a breathless gasp. One hand cups your ass now, pulling you flush against him, while the other slides over your hip, squeezing firmly. He pauses for a moment, just to look at you, the quiet intensity of his gaze making your knees weak.
"You donât know how much I want this."
You answer with a low moan against his skin, fingers gripping the back of his neck as the fire between you builds.
By now, the kissing has turned from gentle exploration into heated, insistent pressure. Your own hands explore the firm muscles under his shirt, feeling his taut body respond to every stroke and caress. Each gasp, each soft whine from you makes him grow harder, fingers digging just a little more into your hips, a clear promise of what he intends next.
The tension is thick, almost unbearable, but Cain maintains that precise, controlled touch, savoring every reaction from you. The room is filled with the quiet rustle of sheets, the soft hums of pleasure from him, and your own moans, low and breathy, as the heat between you spreads, undeniable, irresistible, and dangerously close to losing control.
Your hand drifts lower, palming him through the fabric, feeling the hard, insistent length straining against your palm. The moment your fingers close around the bulge, Cain stiffens, a sharp inhale escaping him, and his eyes darken with a mixture of surprise and raw, controlled desire.
Before you can even whisper a word, he leans down, pressing his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the tender skin. A sharp, delicious sting blooms where he bites, making you gasp, thighs clenching instinctively. The bite is firm, precise, just enough to leave his mark on you.
"Fuck⊠Youâve got me so worked up."
His voice is rough, low, laced with that restrained hunger that always makes your pulse race. You moan softly against his jaw, your fingers still wrapped around him, and he shivers at the contact, hips pressing into yours.
Cain pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes locked on yours with that quiet intensity of his. Without a word, he starts undoing his clothes with deliberate, methodical movements, first the buttons, then the zipper, shirt sliding off, revealing the taut planes of his chest, the strong muscles of his arms. Every motion makes your mouth water, your fingers itching to explore more.
You mirror him, pulling at the hem of your shirt, letting it slip over your shoulders, tossing it aside. The air between you thickens instantly as you shed the last of your barriers. Your skin brushes against his as you move closer, chest to chest, his hands gliding over your waist, hips, back, mapping your curves as though memorizing every inch.
The bite on your neck still tingles, a hot reminder of his hunger. Cain leans in, lips capturing yours again in a deep, bruising kiss, his hands sliding down to your thighs, gripping firmly as if he canât get close enough. You respond instinctively, pressing your body flush against his, your hands roaming the taut muscles of his chest and back, feeling the shiver that runs through him at every touch.
The combination of the bite, the hands, the heat of skin against skin, and the deliberate undressing leaves both of you breathless, tense, and dangerously close to the next step, the point where restraint is impossible, and the air between you hums with need, thick and heavy, promising more.
Cainâs lips press against yours again while his hands are everywhere, sliding over your back, cupping your ass, fingers grazing your hips, pulling you flush against him.
You grind your core against his cock, hips pressing deliberately, and Cain moans into the kiss, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers straight down your spine. Your fingers run through his brown hair, tugging slightly, and he shivers at the contact, arching into you, matching your rhythm.
The sound of wet, needy friction fills the room. His hands knead your ass, sliding around to the front occasionally, brushing over your hips, and you gasp, moaning into his mouth.
Then, as you pull back slightly to catch your breath, a thought strikes you. That conversation from a few days ago, when you were talking about kinks, flashes in your mind. And a mischievous curiosity sparks in you.
"Cain� Can I ask you something? About your kink?"
He pauses mid-kiss, eyes flicking to yours, the usual calm, controlled mask slipping just enough to let a hint of heat show.
"What do you want to know?"
"You said something about a knife."
You whisper and mark a small pause, a sly smirk tugging at your lips.
"Curious, what do you mean?"
Cain swallows, jaw tightening, pupils darkening as his hand drifts to your lower back again, pressing you closer. The air between you thickens, it becomes heavy. He leans in, brushing his lips to yours once more, teeth grazing your bottom lip just slightly, enough to make you gasp and press against him harder.
"Itâs something I enjoyâŠ"
He starts, his voice teasing yet edged with that restrained hunger you know well.
"Something that makes⊠Spices up thingâŠ"
Your pulse spikes instantly, the mix of his calm dominance and the dangerous edge of what heâs hinting at making your core throb. You press your body against his again, grinding, letting him feel how much his words and presence turn you on.
Cainâs hands tighten slightly on your hips, sliding down to cup your ass firmly as he leans in, brushing his nose against yours.
"You want to see?"
You nod, heart racing, core burning, already imagining what he could do, and how much heâd enjoy the sight of you reacting to it. The heat between you has escalated so fast that itâs nearly unbearable, almost airless.
Cainâs eyes darken as he reaches for the drawer of the nightstand, hand closing around the cool, familiar handle of a knife. You blink, your eyelids fluttering open, and canât help but laugh softly.
"Cain⊠Why the fuck do you even have that here ?"
He chuckles, low and amused, the sound vibrating against your chest as he leans down closer.
"You never know, if someone tried to enter the house, youâd be glad to have that close."
Before you can say anything else, he presses the cold and smooth blade against your chest, not on the sharp side yet, dragging it lightly over your breasts. You shiver, breath catching as the cool metal contrasts sharply with the heat of your skin. His eyes lock on yours, and the smirk on his lips is impossibly wicked.
Slowly, deliberately, he slides the blade down your torso, teasing your stomach, your waist, the curve of your hips. Each movement is agonizingly slow, the friction between the cold handle and your warm, sensitive skin making your nipples hard and your stomach flutter with anticipation.
Then, he stops. The tip of the handle presses firmly against your wet clit.
You let out a long, drawn-out moan, hips bucking instinctively, pressing against the hard handle. His grip on the knife tightens slightly, controlling every motion, every stroke, teasing you with the precise amount of pressure to make your legs tremble.
"Oh god⊠Cain⊠Fuck-"
Your fingers digging into his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure crash through your body. He leans down, brushing his lips against your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe.
"You like my little toy, donât you princess ?"
Each small twist of the knife handle against your clit has you gasping, moaning, quivering, your body responding perfectly to the combination of control, teasing, and raw pleasure.
You arch into him, pressing harder, letting out breathless moans as he grinds the handle against you, every movement precise, deliberate, and filthy. Your hips roll instinctively, matching his rhythm, riding the sensations heâs giving you with calculated, wicked precision.
"Cain⊠Oh god⊠Harder⊠fuck⊠Yes-"
You moan and start grinding against the handle, heat pooling impossibly low, every nerve ending on fire as he teases you relentlessly. The room fills with your moans, the subtle scrape of the handle against your wetness, and the low growls Cain canât quite suppress.
He watches you carefully, smirk tugging at his lips, letting you feel the delicious, sharp pleasure of the knife handle as you grind and whimper, completely lost in the intensity heâs creating.
Cainâs free hand drifts down to his cock, fingers wrapping around him as the other continues pressing the knife handle against your clit. The contrast between the cold, hard metal and his warm, slick skin in your hand makes your head spin.
You moan loudly, hips bucking instinctively against the precise pressure of the handle. Every stroke, every twist, every press hits your sensitive spot perfectly, and the sight of him stroking himself, watching you react, sends shivers through you.
"Oh god⊠Cain⊠It's so good, please-"
His own breathing hitches, low growls escaping as his strokes become faster, more deliberate. The knife handle now presses firmly against your entrance.
Slowly, he slides the handle into your dripping cunt, making you moan loudly, understanding this would be your preparation for whatâs about to happen next.
Your moans mix with the wet, slick sounds of his hand on his cock, creating a filthy, rhythmical symphony of pleasure.
He leans down, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing your lobe.
"Feels good right ?"
The combination of him stroking himself while he pumps the knife handle in and out of you pushes you closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with the heat, the friction, and the raw intensity of it all.
You spread your legs wider as he pressed the handle of the knife deeper, letting your back arch and hips roll, matching his rhythm, your moans growing louder, desperate, and messy. Cain watches you with those dark, calculating eyes, groaning low as he slides faster over himself, the pleasure of seeing you writhing under him feeding his own.
"Cain-"
You gasp, trying to speak with a spark of worry in your voice while still being overwhelmed by the feeling of the handle rubbing against your wall.
"Donât accidentally cut your skin-"
Cain burst out laughing, a smirk of scorn tugging at his lips. He scoffed looking down at you with a big smug on his face.
"I think you forgot who youâre talking to, princess. I have more experience with knives than any chef of a 5 star restaurant."
You wanted to talk back but your walls tighten as he quickens the pace, muscles clenching around the handle, and with a strangled, filthy moan, your orgasm crashes over you like a storm. You quake, hips jerking, pussy pulsing hard, nails digging into his shoulders, every inch of you soaking, shaking, completely undone.
"Fuck⊠Good girlâŠ"
Cain releases the handle, setting the knife carefully on the nightstand, his dark eyes never leaving yours. The brief pause only heightens the tension between you, both of you panting, slick with arousal.
"Youâre making this impossible to resist."
Before you can respond, his hands are on your hips, lifting you gently but firmly, pressing your body flush against his.
He positions himself between your legs, sliding into you slowly at first, letting you adjust to the heat, the tightness, as his cock is way bigger than the handle, the delicious pressure of him filling you completely.
"You feel so good."
Cain leans down to press his forehead against yours, lips brushing as he maintains eye contact. Every motion is precise, controlled, yet full of raw need. He rocks slowly at first, savoring the feel of you around him, feeling your walls clench instinctively, every tiny shiver and whimper telling him exactly how much youâre enjoying it.
You moan into his mouth as his pace grows, each thrust deliberate, long, and deep. His hands knead your hips firmly, guiding you perfectly, keeping the rhythm just right, teasing you as he keeps his dominance intact.
"Cain⊠oh god-harderâŠ"
He obeys without hesitation, thrusting harder now, deeper, his breathing ragged but controlled. Your moans grow louder, wet, breathless, filling the room, echoing off the walls. Cainâs hand slides from your hip to your waist, then up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp and a low growl from him.
"You⊠Feel too good."
Each thrust is precise, measured, but hungry, keeping you on the edge without letting you fall too soon, making every motion feel deliberate, intentional, perfect.
Suddenly, Cain grabs the knife again, putting it under your throat and smirking down at you while still pounding into your pussy.
"Iâm gonna use that on your cheek, alright?"
Despite the heat of the moment, the tension that thrummed in the air, and the danger coiling around you both, a shiver of exhilaration coursed through your veins. You nodded faintly, caught somewhere between the force of Cainâs harsh thrusts and the breathless anticipation of the blade you knew would soon find your skin.
Once heâs sure youâre fine with it, Cain lifts the blade and slowly presses the tip on your cheek, the sensation sting, your skin starts to burn, but somehow you moan as your eyes roll back in your head.
Cain could see the red line that appeared, the thin cut that marred your perfect skin, seeing you enjoying that awoke something within him, he moaned deeply, praising into your ear as his thumb reached for the small cut barely bleeding, feeling your skin already warm from the injury.
"CainâŠ"
"You like that princess ?"
You wrap your arms around his back and legs around his waist as you force him deeper inside you, your cunt is burning up, your walls are clenching, and at this feeling, Cain grabs the knife again.
He then glides the blade slowly along your arm without pressing down too hard but slightly more than the first time on your cheek. The metal is cold against your skin, tracing a deliberate line that makes your heartbeat quicken. His eyes stay on you, steady, unreadable, making sure youâre still okay.
The pain was sharp, intense, but it was also a sensation youâd never experienced before. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, a sensation that sent a wave of excitement through you as you clenched even harder around him.
You both knew you were playing with fire, but it had something exciting. You could feel the blood pulsing, the sensation of the cut sending a wave of pleasure through you as you started moving your hips too in rhythm with him, drawing a groan from his throat.
He did it again. You could feel the pressure, the slight sting as the blade cut into your skin once more beside the second one. The knife left trails of blood across your skin, dark and warm, it slid over your skin like liquid fire, thick and unrelenting. It carries a weight in your veins, a pulse of life and danger all at once, catching the light in deep, glimmering flashes that make your heart skip. The sight of it, so vivid and raw, sends a shiver running through you, thrilling and terrifying all at once.
The wet, slick sounds of him thrusting into you fill the air, mingling with your moans, gasps, and whimpers. You feel yourself clenching around him, tightening instinctively, and Cain notices immediately, his thrusts growing slightly faster, harder, pressing deeper as he reacts to your arousal.
"Fuck⊠I can feel you clenchingâŠ"
He grips your hips tightly, holding you flush against him as he drives into you with deliberate intensity. Your breath hitches, moans spilling around him, and the heat of the moment consumes both of you, thick and undeniable.
"Canât⊠This is too much!"
With a sharp motion, he tosses the knife to the floor. The clatter barely registers over your moans as his hips snap forward, his cock plunging inside you with brutal, precise force. The knifeâs absence doesnât lessen the intensity, even if now thereâs a little something missing. His thrusts hit your sweet spot again and again, rhythmic, punishing, relentless, and perfectly tuned to make you shiver and cry out.
"Oh god, yes- right there! Cain- fuck!"
You scream, clutching his back as your own arches. Every thrust presses deep, hitting exactly where it makes you shake and whimper uncontrollably.
Cainâs own groans are rough, low, and filthy as he leans over you, chest to chest, eyes dark with hunger and need. He snaps his hips into you on loop, each one driving both of you closer to the edge. Your walls clench around him, hot and slick, pulling him deeper, making him lose all remaining control.
The heat in your belly explodes, orgasm ripping through you like a storm. Your moans are loud, ragged, wet, your body shaking as you ride out the wave of pleasure. Cain isnât far behind, he growls your name, thrusting hard, fast, unrelenting, until his cock throbs violently inside you. His orgasm hits, hot and pulsing, filling you completely as he collapses slightly over you, grunting and groaning through every shaky thrust.
Both of you shiver in the aftershock, panting heavily, bodies slick, hearts racing. Cainâs hands are still on your hips, keeping you flush against him as he groans softly, brushing a sweaty curl from your face. Your walls squeeze him involuntarily one last time, both of you completely undone, spent, and trembling from the intensity you just shared.
"Hey⊠Are you okay?"
His voice is still low and ragged from the intensity, but softer now. His thumb grazes your cheek lightly, lingering over the small cut from the earlier chaos.
You nod, breathless, heart still racing. He presses another gentle kiss to your temple, his usual cocky grin replaced with something completely honest, warm, and protective.
"Good⊠I love youâŠ"
"I love you too honeyâŠ"
 Slowly, he pushes himself off just enough to grab a few things from the bathroom, bandages, antiseptic. He kneels beside you on the couch, his hands trembling slightly as he gently cleans the small scratch on your arm. You watch him, your heart swelling at how careful and tender he is, so different from the dominant, rough side you just experienced.
Then he tilts your chin softly with one hand, brushing your cheek with the back of his fingers, and tends to the small cut there. Every touch is careful, reverent almost, and he murmurs apologies under his breath for having caused it, though you know it was part of the thrill.
Once he finishes with your cheek, he gently lifts your arm, inspecting the cuts along it. His fingers are careful as he cleans it, and then he takes a bandage, wrapping it neatly around the wounds. The movement is surprisingly gentle, almost protective, and you can feel the warmth of his touch lingering as he presses a soft kiss to your arm afterward.
"There⊠All better."
He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. His golden gaze softens as he pulls you into a gentle hug, wrapping you against him.
"Youâre perfect⊠And I love you. Always."
You melt against him, the tension and intensity of before replaced with warmth, safety, and an intimacy that feels just as powerful as the fire you just shared.
Abel Conti :
You remembered the night clearly, a small, mischievous smile curling on your lips. Abel had leaned back against the bed, golden curls falling messily over his forehead, blue eyes sparkling with that impossible combination of charm and mischief.
"You knowâŠ"
He had begun with a playful and teasing voice.
"Iâve always had a thing with ropes. I think Iâd like to try it with you sometime."
You had laughed, shaking your head, fingers brushing over his chest.
"Ropes? Abel, really? You want to tie me up? Like you did for Cain?"
He had only grinned wider, that dramatic, expressive smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.
"Oh, come on⊠Just imagine⊠Me, taking my time⊠Making you look like a work of art. Iâd be gentle⊠Mostly⊠But⊠Deliciously in control. And I didnât tie up Cain, I strangled him."
You had laughed again, heart fluttering at the intensity behind his words. There was a teasing heat in his gaze, the promise of something wild yet tender. "
Youâre insaneâŠ"
You had said, trying to sound casual, though your pulse had already picked up.
"Maybe⊠But youâd like it."
He murmured, leaning closer, brushing a curl behind your ear. The smirk on his lips was impossibly magnetic.
"I know youâd like it."
And just like that, a playful idea had turned into a tension-filled possibility that lingered in your mind for weeks afterward. You could still feel the memory of his hands, the warmth of his breath, the glint of that mischievous, slightly dangerous look in his eyes.
Little did you know then, that teasing conversation would soon become reality,and the ropes, the knots, the exquisite tension they would create, would feel even more intoxicating than you had ever imagined.
Abel kneels behind you, golden curls sticking slightly to his forehead from the heat of the room. His blue eyes glint with mischief and raw desire as he surveys your body, perfectly exposed and vulnerable. Your wrists are bound tightly behind your back, the rope pressing deliciously against your skin, leaving you unable to prop yourself up, so the side of your head rests against the mattress.
Ropes are all over your torso but your chest, making you bombing them a bit without even wanting it, Abel was really good with ropes.
"Ah⊠youâre completely at my mercy."
Abel murmurs, voice low, almost theatrical, as he runs a hand down your spine. You shiver, feeling every inch of him against your back, and a soft moan slips past your lips.
"I⊠Iâm so⊠so turned on."
You whisper, biting your lip as your hips lift slightly on their own, the ache pooling between your legs undeniable.
He smirks, grabbing the rope connecting your wrists and giving a gentle, sharp tug. The tension pulls through your arms and shoulders, forcing your chest forward, arching your back in a delicious curve.
"You feel that, donât you?"
He teases, his breath hot against your ear.
"How much control I have over you⊠and how good it makes you feel?"
"Yes⊠I⊠I feel it, AbelâŠ"
You gasp, pressing your forehead into the mattress as your body arches higher. Your thighs tremble, heat pooling, clit throbbing with need.
He leans down slightly, pressing the tip of his nose along your neck, inhaling your scent, brushing his lips over your skin in feather-light kisses. Your moans are muffled against the mattress, but you canât help the little whines that escape as your hips rock instinctively, rolling slightly against the air.
Another tug of the rope makes your back arch even further.
"Already so wet for me⊠And I havenât even touched you where you want me yet."
"Abel⊠Please⊠I need you."
You whimper, side of your face pressed into the soft mattress, body trembling under his gaze.
His hands trail over your sides, fingertips grazing just beneath the curve of your hips, teasing the sensitive skin thatâs hypersensitive from anticipation. The tension, the pull of the rope, the way he watches your every shiver, it makes your body burn hotter, craving more.
"Mmm⊠Youâre irresistible like this."
He leans down again, close enough for his warm breath to fan over your neck.
"Such a good little tease⊠Just waiting for me, arenât you?"
You arch again, letting out a soft, needy whimper.
"Yes⊠Iâm yours⊠Please, AbelâŠ"
His hands glide down your sides, sliding over your hips until he presses the tip of his cock against your folds. You gasp, hips twitching instinctively even though your wrists are tightly bound behind you.
"Mmm⊠Feels so good already."
His blue eyes glinting as he smirks over your shoulder. He drags the tip lightly over your wet folds, circling slowly, watching your reaction with delight.
"Abel⊠PleaseâŠ"
You whimper again, the side of your head pressed into the mattress, trying to arch against him, even though your hands are trapped.
He tugs again on the rope connecting your wrists, making your back arch even higher.
"Patience, my dear⊠Weâre just getting started⊠Do you like it when I do this?"
"Y-yes⊠So muchâŠ"
You gasp, thighs trembling, hips pressing against his hard length. He slips the tip of his cock inside just barely, teasing you with shallow, slow pulses, letting you feel the delicious stretch without fully plunging in. Each shallow push, each playful press of his hips, is accompanied by a smug grin and a small tug on your wrists, keeping you perfectly exposed and helpless under his control, but in a playful, teasing way rather than possessive.
"Mmm⊠You feel so wet⊠Like this, all mine to tease."
He keeps tugging the ropes again, making your back arch involuntarily. His grin widens as he watches you shiver, moan, and squirm.
"Abel⊠Please⊠Donât stopâŠ"
"Not stopping, darling⊠But Iâm going to enjoy every second before I let you have me completely."
He purrs as his hands lingering on your hips, smirking as your small gasps and shivers make it clear just how much youâre already undone.
Once heâs satisfied with that he teased you enough and tortured your mind enough, his hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place, and with a deep, satisfied breath he pushes in fully.
You gasp loudly, the sudden fullness making your walls clench around him instinctively. Your wrists are pulled taut behind your back, the rope biting lightly into your skin, restricting your movement. You try to shift, to arch away or press back, but the ropes hold you perfectly in place, shoulders pulled back, chest pressed against the mattress, leaving you completely vulnerable under his weight.
"Ah⊠Fuck⊠So tight⊠So goodâŠ"
His words make you moan, biting the side of your pillow as your body reacts to him. The sensation of the ropes, firm but teasing, a constant reminder of how exposed and restrained you are, makes your frustration flicker for a heartbeat. You feel helpless, trapped, and it makes your arousal spike even higher. Abel smirks from above and behind you, tugging gently on the ropes again, teasing and reminding you whoâs in control.
"Struggling already? No point, darling⊠Youâre exactly where I want you."
The initial sharp edge of frustration melts immediately as he starts moving, slow, deliberate at first, letting you adjust to the full sensation of him inside you. Your hips rock instinctively against him, and every pulse of his cock drives deeper into your body. He begins a rhythm, slow but measured, allowing you to feel every inch, teasing every nerve.
"Oh⊠Abel⊠Fuck⊠Feels so goodâŠ"
You arch your back against the ropes, your body pressed into the mattress, hips trying to move but restricted. The pull of the ropes adds a delicious, intoxicating tension, your arms stretched, your chest exposed and pressed flat, your movements controlled and limited. The helplessness makes each thrust feel sharper, deeper, more overwhelming.
Abelâs hands move along your hips, tugging on the ropes occasionally to adjust the tension just enough to make you gasp. His pace picks up slightly, firm and insistent, not rough but deliberate, pounding into you in a teasingly perfect rhythm. Each stroke fills you completely, stretching and pressing into all the right places.
"Youâre driving me insane⊠Look at you, so tight, so perfectâŠ"
Your moans mix with his, high, needy, gasps and whimpers of pleasure that echo off the walls as he tug onto the ropes.
The frustration you felt moments ago, at being bound and unable to move freely, vanishes entirely under the relentless, perfect thrusts of Abelâs cock. Your body quivers, shivers, and writhes against him, pressing your face into the mattress, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly owned and pleasured.
"Ah⊠Fuck⊠Donât stop⊠Please⊠AbelâŠ"
Your hips are jerking with each stroke, ropes digging slightly into your wrists but only intensifying the delicious helplessness. Abel smirks against your skin, feeling every gasp, every shiver, every pulse of your walls around him.
He continues pounding into you, hard but controlled, teasing and smirking the entire time, watching you writhe under his touch, utterly lost in the pleasure and tension. Every pull on the ropes, every arch of your back, every whimper fuels him further, his cock slamming into you in perfect, sinful rhythm.
Abel smirks, his hands grip your hips firmly, then he tugs hard on the ropes connecting your wrists. The sudden pull lifts your body slightly off the mattress, your chest putting a slight weight that barely keeps you down while your legs tremble beneath you.
"Mmm⊠Feeling that, darling? Letâs try a little⊠New angle."
Abel continues to thrust with measured, teasing strength, the lift from the ropes making every movement hit deeper, sharper. Youâre trembling beneath him, hips jerking instinctively, chest pressed to the mattress, side of your face smushed into the sheets. Every pull, every slam, every teasing glance from him pushes you closer to the edge.
Abelâs grip on the ropes is unrelenting, his powerful arms flexing as he lifts you higher, so that only the tips of your shins brush against the mattress. Your body hangs suspended in his strength, hips pressed forward as he experiments with a new angle, trying to fuck you even better than youâre already being. Each pull of the ropes lets him drive deeper, hitting spots that make your toes curl involuntarily. The sensation of being held entirely by him, weight suspended, legs barely touching anything, makes every thrust feel impossibly sharper, every slam a jolt of pure fire through your core. You gasp, arching instinctively into him, unable to stop the trembling that ripples through your limbs as Abelâs gaze, dark and intent, meets yours with a teasing, almost possessive smirk.
"Abel⊠Iâm- Fuck⊠Oh godâŠ"
Your cunt clenches hard around his cock, walls tightening reflexively. He groans low, watching your body react perfectly to him, fingers gripping your hips, pulling slightly on the ropes to adjust the angle just right. "
Yes⊠Yes⊠I can feel you⊠So fucking perfectâŠ"
Then, impossibly, it happens at the same moment, your walls clamp down on him, muscles squeezing with pure, helpless pleasure, while his hips stutter and pulse, releasing inside you with a guttural, ragged groan. The sound of your moans, mixed with his ragged, breathless exclamations, fills the room. You tremble uncontrollably, ropes digging slightly but pleasurably into your wrists, heat and pleasure washing over every inch of you.
Abelâs movements start to falter slightly, every thrust heavier, more desperate, as the tension coils tighter in his body. You can feel him shudder through the ropes, the heat of his cock pulsing deep inside you as his breathing comes in ragged gasps. His arms tremble around the ropes, flexing to hold you suspended as he drives into you one last time, and then a strangled, guttural groan escapes him. His hips jerk violently, releasing hot spurts into you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
The ropes strain slightly under your weight, and every tremor of him inside you makes your own body shiver, clinging to him instinctively. Abel buries his face in the crook of your neck, whispering broken, needy words as he rides out the last waves, still holding you high, still controlling every inch, even in the aftermath of his release.
Abel gently moves but slower, still inside you, letting both of you ride out the tremors of your orgasm. He puts you back down on the bed, his hands slide under your arms, carefully undoing the ropes, loosening them so you can relax fully against him. Once freed, he turns you and pulls you close, lips brushing yours in a slow, soft kiss, lingering and tender after the intensity of the sex.
"Mmm⊠You were incredible."
His hands went stroking your side and shoulder. You nuzzle against him, face flushed, breathing heavy.
"I⊠I really enjoyed that⊠Iâll try again⊠With pleasure."
A small, satisfied smile appears on your lips as Abel chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, safe embrace. The two of you melt together on the mattress, bodies slick with sweat, hearts still racing, and slowly drift off to sleep, entwined, spent, and completely satisfied.
Florian Seth :
You push open the door to Florianâs small office, the familiar scent of books and coffee greeting you like a soft anchor. He looks up from the notes heâs scribbling, white curls falling lightly over his forehead, violet eyes attentive as always. You slump into the couch across from him, dragging a hand down your face in frustration.
"I swear, Emily is driving me insane."
You mutter, voice tight with annoyance.
"She just⊠She doesnât know when to stop, and I donât know how to make her back off without looking like a complete idiot."
Florian tilts his head slightly, letting his gaze settle on you in a way that makes your chest tighten. His expression is calm, reassuring, but thereâs an edge underneath, a subtle weight in the way he studies you that makes your stomach flutter nervously.
"Emily has a way of pushing boundaries."
He murmurs, voice soft, almost hypnotic.
"But I can see how strong you are⊠Even when itâs hard to show it."
His words are comforting, but the way theyâre paired with his eyes tracing your movements makes something coil low in your belly. It always been the case but you never really assume dit. You feel exposed under his calm attention, your defenses softening in the warmth of his gaze. And yet, thereâs a thrill in it, the unspoken tension that makes your heartbeat race and itâs been the case since a while.
"I just⊠I canât handle it."
You whisper, shoulders slumping as Florian rises slowly from his chair, approaching you with a measured grace that makes you sit straighter, suddenly aware of the space between you.
He stands close enough that you can see the fine curve of his jaw, the soft line of his neck. His hand hovers near your shoulder, brushing lightly against your sleeve, a tentative contact that makes your pulse spike.
"You donât have to handle it alone."
He leans close, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur that brushes against your ear, almost teasing, almost dangerous. The words are soft, deliberate, carrying a weight that makes your skin prickle and your heart skip a beat, as if every syllable is meant to draw you in closer while keeping you just on the edge.
"Sometimes⊠Itâs okay to let someone else guide you."
Your throat tightens. Thereâs something in the way he says it, the calm authority, the gentle insistence, that makes your body respond before your mind can even catch up. You shift slightly, the subtle brush of his hand sending heat down your spine.
"FlorianâŠ"
You draw in a shaky breath, your voice catching as it falters against the tight knot of anticipation in your chest. Each inhale feels heavier than the last, and the sound that escapes you is soft, almost unsteady, betraying just how much the moment is affecting you.
"I⊠I donât know what you mean."
He smiles faintly, just enough to make you feel like he knows every secret youâre trying to hide.
"I mean,"
He murmurs, leaning in just close enough that his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. The sound is soft, intimate, and deliberate, each word vibrating against your skin as if it were meant to stir something deep inside you, making it impossible to focus on anything else but him.
"That I know how good you could feel⊠If you just let go. Let yourself follow me⊠Just this once."
Your knees go weak at the words, a shiver curling low in your stomach. He isnât commanding you outright, yet, but the implication, the control in his tone, is undeniable. The slow heat spreading between your thighs is both thrilling and a little terrifying. You feel yourself leaning slightly into him, drawn by the intensity behind his gaze.
"Do you⊠Want me to?"
You whisper, your voice barely audible, trembling with every syllable as if the words themselves could betray the storm of feeling inside you. Each breath shakes slightly, and the softness of your tone makes the moment feel fragile, intimate, and unbearably close, as though even speaking aloud is a daring act.
He tilts his head, violet eyes locking onto yours with an almost predatory gentleness.
"I want you to feel everything youâve been holding back. Let me see it⊠Show me."
Your body reacts before your mind can protest. Your fingers fidget in your lap, restless, aching for contact, your chest tightening with a mix of nerves and desire. Florian steps closer, placing one hand lightly on your thigh, just brushing over the fabric of your skirt. The light touch makes you shiver, stomach curling with heat.
"Come on."
He whispers, his voice low and teasing, yet threaded with a firmness that leaves no doubt of his control. Each word drifts against your ear like a caress, stirring again a shiver down your spine once more, making it impossible to ignore the mixture of playfulness and authority in his tone.
"Sit back⊠Relax, and just let me guide you."
You obey almost instinctively, the tension in your muscles giving way under the weight of his calm authority. His hands trail with calculated slowness over your legs, fingertips brushing against sensitive skin, each contact a mix of comfort and electric heat. He leans down, his lips brushing your ear, and you gasp softly.
"Youâre⊠So beautiful when you hesitate."
He murmurs, voice thick, eyes drinking in every tremble of your body.
"But I can make you feel so much more, if you let meâŠ"
Heat pools between your thighs, and you feel the tug of submission without a single overt order. His touch is gentle, but his presence is absolute, and your body responds before your brain can intervene. Every careful stroke, every whispered word, every subtle nudge toward obedience is like a spark, igniting something deep inside you.
You swallow hard, trying to steady yourself, but the ache in your core betrays you. Youâre aware of every inch of him, his warmth, the subtle pressure of his hands, the electric pull of his gaze, and the mix of trust and taboo sends a thrill coiling low in your belly.
"Do you feel it? The way you respond to me⊠How easily I can see you shiver, flush, the tiny movement you canât hide?"
You nod almost imperceptibly, breath catching. The thrill of being exposed, of being watched so carefully, mixes with the lust pooling in your stomach. And Florian, calm yet insistent, lets the moment stretch, guiding you not with force, but with an intoxicating mixture of mental and physical control, corrupting your restraint, drawing out your desire in slow, delicious increments.
His hand lingers on your thigh, fingers tracing a slow, teasing line just beneath the hem of your skirt. Youâre trembling, every nerve screaming with need, and you can feel how hard heâs watching you,the violet depth of his gaze boring into your skin, seeing every reaction, every shiver you try to hide.
Then, deliberately, he leans closer, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. A shiver erupts from your toes to your spine, and your breath catches. His hand slides up just a little more, brushing the fabric of your panties as his tongue flicks out lightly, teasingly, over your clothed skin.
You gasp, a soft, broken sound, hips lifting involuntarily toward him. Florian doesnât rush at all, heâs careful, calculating, letting the tension build. Each lick, each soft press of his lips, is a mix of intimacy and control, a subtle, silent message âI can make you feel this, and youâre completely mine to explore.â.
"FlorianâŠ"
Your voice is trembling, fingers clenching in the couch cushion. The heat pooling low in your belly coils tighter, and every careful, teasing movement of his mouth makes it impossible to focus on anything else.
He hums softly, a sound of satisfaction that sends another pulse of arousal racing through you. His hand glides a little lower, fingers brushing the edge of your wetness, teasing the thin fabric of your panties. His violet eyes never leave yours, and in that look, thereâs something almost dangerous, a promise that he knows exactly what heâs doing to you and how far he can take you.
"Do you like that?"
He whispers as his tongue flicking just beneath the fabric again.
"Do you like letting me see how much you need this?"
You shiver violently, breath hitching, and all you can do is nod. The mixture of excitement, embarrassment, and raw desire coils tight in your stomach. You feel exposed, controlled, and utterly electrified. Florianâs restraint, the slow, teasing corruption, the way heâs making you respond before you even realize it, every inch of it drives you wild.
Florianâs violet eyes hold yours, calm yet charged, as he finally slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. With a deliberate, slow motion, he peels them down, letting them fall to the floor. Your core already throbs with need, and the heat between your thighs is nearly unbearable.
He doesnât rush. Instead, he hovers over you for a moment, letting his gaze drink in every inch of your exposed skin. The intensity makes your knees quiver, your chest rising and falling as your breath catches in little gasps. You feel both seen and vulnerable, and that mix sends shivers down your spine.
Then his fingers brush against your wet folds, soft and teasing at first, just enough to make you gasp and arch toward him. He slips one finger inside, slow and precise, testing your tightness, feeling how ready you are. Your hips jerk instinctively, pressing into his hand, and he hums softly, the sound vibrating against your core.
"So wet for me, and only for me⊠Youâve been holding back so much⊠I like seeing you like this."
He adds another finger, curling them expertly, watching every flinch and shiver as you adjust to his movements. Every small gasp, every soft moan from you is like a signal to him, confirming how much control he has, how much heâs making you unravel just with his hands and his presence.
Then, in a deliberately slow, teasing motion, his tongue flicks out to your clit. A soft suck, a gentle lick, and your back arches, head falling back slightly as you whimper. He alternates between circling your clit with his fingers and giving it small, calculated flicks of his tongue, each touch designed to make you gasp, buck, and melt under him.
Youâre trembling beneath him, caught in a mix of desire, embarrassment, and the sharp thrill of letting him take the lead. His hands and mouth move together, orchestrating your bodyâs response, reading you, guiding you, making you feel completely claimed and intensely wanted.
"Look at you⊠Responding to me, so perfectâŠ"
The words alone make your core tighten around his fingers, your thighs quivering as your chest heaves, every nerve alive. Every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers pushes you closer to the edge, and you realize with a shiver that heâs not just preparing you for himself, heâs slowly, deliciously corrupting every restraint youâve had.
You canât hold back any longer. The ache between your thighs is unbearable, and the teasing of his fingers and tongue has made every nerve in your body hyperaware.
"Florian⊠Please⊠Take me⊠Here on the couchâŠ"
You whisper, your voice trembling, each word barely escaping your lips, eyes wide and pleading yet glinting with need. Thereâs a desperate edge to the sound, a raw vulnerability that mirrors the ache coiling in your body, making it impossible for him to ignore just how much you want him, how completely youâre lost to the moment.
A slow, almost imperceptible smirk spreads across his lips. He tilts his head, violet eyes dark with quiet satisfaction.
"Thatâs exactly what I wanted you to say."
The smirk deepens as he lets the power of your words sink in. Without breaking eye contact, he shifts slightly, pulling down his pants and underwear just enough to free his already aching cock, slick and leaking from the tip. The sight makes your stomach twist and heart flutter, he hasnât even touched the rest of your clothes, hasnât undressed himself fully, and yet you felt overly horny.
He leans over you on the couch, one hand pressing gently but firmly to your hip to keep you in place, the other trailing up to rest against your neck, fingers brushing hair and jaw. The warmth of his body presses you down as he aligns himself, teasingly slow.
"Youâve been so patient, havenât you?"
Then he slides into you, slow and calculated, letting your wetness welcome him without haste. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp, hips pressing instinctively against his, your hands clutching at the couch cushions as he begins to move. The friction is exquisite, each slow thrust a mixture of possessiveness and love.
"Do you feel how much I want you?"
He murmurs against your skin, his voice low and velvety, each word sliding over you like a caress. Every syllable sends tremors down your thighs, making your muscles clench and your core tighten even further, as if his words alone were driving you higher, deepening every shiver, every gasp, every desperate motion.
"All of this⊠For meâŠ"
You whimper, pressing yourself harder into him, the heat between your bodies making every nerve alive. He keeps a slow, teasing pace, just enough to make you desperate, not a single piece of clothing removed further, not a single rush.
The intensity of his control, the way heâs taking what he wants from you without forcing it, it sends shivers of raw, filthy excitement down his spine.
Youâre utterly exposed, utterly his, and every gasp, every moan that escapes your lips only confirms it to him.
"Thatâs itâŠ"
He mumbles with a voice thick with need, and suddenly his pace shifts. Thrusts that were slow and teasing become decisively quicker, each movement driving deeper, harder, but still measured, just enough to keep you on the edge, trembling beneath him. Your chest rises and falls in ragged gasps, hands gripping the couch cushions so tightly your knuckles ache, while your thighs squeeze instinctively around him, clinging to his hips.
The friction is exquisite, a delicious burn spreading through your core as he hits spots that make your toes curl and your back arch uncontrollably. Every quickened thrust sends waves of heat pulsing through your body, your wetness coating him slickly, amplifying every sensation. You whimper, head thrown back, letting out soft cries that only fuel him further.
His hand on your hip digs in slightly, guiding you with gentle but firm authority, while his other traces teasing lines along your neck and shoulder, grounding you as he drives into you. You feel utterly consumed, every nerve ending alive, every inch of your body trembling under his touch, your mind spinning with pleasure and the intoxicating thrill of letting him take control.
Florianâs own breaths grow heavier, low moans spilling past his lips as he buries himself in you. His violet eyes flutter closed for a moment, chest heaving, as the heat of your body against his and the sounds you make send wave after wave of need coursing through him.
"God⊠You feel so goodâŠ"
His hips pistoning harder, a shiver of pleasure ripping through him. Each thrust presses him deeper, making him shudder, and he can feel how tightly youâre clenching around him, how much youâre trembling with desire. His cock throbs relentlessly inside you, each movement a perfect mix of pleasure, control, and possessiveness.
Youâre gasping, moaning, almost incoherent, the world narrowing to the sensation of him filling you, the friction, the warmth, and the dominance of his presence. Every slam, every whisper, every glide of his hand keeps you teetering between pure bliss and raw desperation.
"I⊠Iâm close-"
Ha finally pants, his voice strained but husky, eyes still locked, or half-lidded, on you, drinking in the sight of your shivering, exposed, trembling body. Your own orgasm coils tighter and tighter inside you, the heat between your thighs pulsing as he continues to drive into you.
Your moans grow louder, breathless cries mixing with his low, guttural groans. Heâs quick, relentless, yet still savoring every reaction, every tremor, every gasp, pushing you closer as much as himself, until itâs impossible to hold back any longer.
You gasp and whimper, body trembling under him, every nerve alight with heat.
"Florian⊠Please⊠Mâgonna comeâŠPlease-"
Your breath hitching as you beg, your core clenches around him instinctively.
The sound of your desperate plea, the way your thighs squeeze him so tightly, makes his violet eyes widen. He groans, low and guttural, chest heaving as his control snaps, your clench is too perfect, too tight, too needy, and it sends a jolt of raw pleasure straight through him.
"God⊠Fuck⊠Youâre too good-"
He thrusts a few more quick, shallow strokes, unable to resist, each one driving him closer to the edge. Your moans, your trembling, your unrelenting grip on his cock, every reaction you make feeds his own pleasure, igniting a fire that canât be contained.
With a strangled cry, Florian cums violently inside you, hips jerking as his release floods into you. His hands tighten on your hips instinctively, holding you as close as possible, while your body shudders uncontrollably beneath him. The sensation of your orgasm rolling through your core, clenching around him so hard, makes him grit his teeth, heâd never cum like that, so harsh, hot, hard than he ever imagined.
Youâre pressed together, breath mingling, skin slick and heated, and every pulse of his release hits your sensitive walls like a shockwave. Youâre trembling, gasping, almost delirious with the intensity of it, body melting under the dual pleasure of taking him fully and having him respond so violently to you.
Florian pants into your ear, low groans vibrating against your skin, hands still holding your hips possessively.
"Y-you⊠You did this⊠Just⊠God⊠Good girlâŠ"
You cling to him, chest heaving, legs shaking, utterly undone, the aftershocks of your orgasm and his intertwining so tightly that it feels like nothing else exists in the world but the two of you, slick, trembling, and wholly consumed.
Florian slowly pulls out of you, letting his shaft slide back into his underwear before carefully buckling his pants. The motion is deliberate, almost teasing in its casualness, and you canât help but shiver at the sudden absence of his weight and heat. He grabs a tissue quickly, dabbing at your folds with efficient care, his fingers gentle despite the intensity of what just happened.
Once heâs done, he sits back in the chair he was when you first arrived, crossing his legs neatly as if nothing extraordinary just occurred. His violet eyes, however, are sharp and attentive, holding a strange, serious weight that makes your pulse quicken. He flips open his notebook and scribbles something down, voice calm but carrying a subtle undertone that makes your chest flutter.
"Do you want another appointment next week, same hour?"
You feel the question settle over you, bizarrely formal and yet loaded with tension. Your fingers quickly pull your panties back up, sliding your skirt into place, and without looking up from him, you answer.
"Yes."
As you step toward the door, something strange twists in your chest, a sharp pang of something almost like anxiety, almost like desire left unsatisfied. You hesitate, hand on the knob, then turn back toward him, eyes searching his face.
"Was⊠That a one-time thing?"
Florian looks up from his notebook, violet eyes glinting with quiet mischief, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Of course not."
He says with calm, his so serious and composed demeanor back, but with that hint of possessive amusement that makes your stomach flutter violently.
The tension hangs between you for a moment, charged, delicious, and impossible to ignore. You step back, feeling the residual heat of him in your body, your pulse still racing, knowing that this, whatever âthisâ is, is far from over.
so.. my mod got a theory after finishing Unum's Route around 20 minutes ago. That theory is.. the reason why Noor doesn't eat (despite wanting to) is because Septem orders him to NOT EAT by calling him by his REAL name; Sirius. Where am I going with this? She said that if i called Noor by his real name and told him to eat more,his body would finally accept the food and he won't be as skinny.
.. *sigh* I hope her theory is right... well,here goes nothing..
Ahem... @siriusthetwins You barely EVEN eat lately,and I'm worried. So,please,eat more,Sirius.
ă €êšïž Ronin was a tease even before you were dating, and now? Oh god. It's his absolute favorite activity to get you feeling something, ranging from flustered to blatantly pissed off. He'll apologize after every time, though the sincerity is questionably teasing as well
ă €êšïž He likes to take little trophies from his kills and give them to you. Seeing you brush your hair with a brush he stole from a victim, seeing you wear a necklace that used to belong to a corpse. It's surreal to him, gives him a kind of sick satisfaction
ă €êšïž He'd never admit it to you, but he has a tracker on you. He just couldn't live with himself if anything happened to his writer darling, he needs to know where you are always. Your phone location isn't enough (though he has that as well), he's a killer too; he knows how fickle that is.
ă €êšïž He really isn't the most romantic guy, but he does love you! He's just better at showing you than telling you. Your favorite candy sitting on your dresser when you wake up one morning with a little note, telling you to "Enjoy, darling", or Ronin pulling you just the tiniest bit closer when you catch a stare in public lets you know all you need to.
ă €êšïž On that note, Ronin gets very jealous and he gets jealous easy. A stare from a stranger, or maybe you spending just a little too much time with V, or god forbid someone catcalling you... He trusts you of course. Who would cheat on The Devil's Butcher? Nobody aiming to live. It's just that he doesn't trust anyone else with his writer darling, you're the most important thing to him. And if anyone dared to make you uncomfortable, they'll end up another corpse in purgatory.
ă €êšïž He doesn't love you going out alone, but you're still a person with your own autonomy so he's not going to stop you. He just prefers to be with you. When you do go out on your own, though, he makes sure you have the means to defend yourself. A knife, a gun, a crowbar, whatever you're most comfortable with, but his partner is NOT going out there defenseless.
ă €êšïž He's a stupidly good kisser and he knows it. Absolutely lives for the way you get weak for him when you want his lips on yours. Since he's a jackass, he'll almost always make you beg for it so you're better off just initiating kisses yourself.. Unless you'd like to deal with a,
ă €êšïž Whether you're dating or not, Angel is always your number one defender. She was back when you were new to the server, and she is now. Only thing is she's a bit more threatening when it comes to you now that you're her partner. Regardless of if you're sensitive about it, it's a personal attack in her eyes if anyone is targeting her love.
ă €êšïž Angel absolutely adores playing dress up with you. If you can fit into her clothes, she loves to put you in them, but if not she loves to take you shopping and build outfits for you. You always leave with heavy bags and a grinning girlfriend.
ă €êšïž She loves spoiling you. buying you little gifts and treats and the works. She just doesn't see why she shouldn't, you're her love, you deserve the world.. And maybe that bracelet she caught you staring at. The look in your eyes when she hands it to you is more than repayment enough, but a kiss wouldn't hurt!
ă €êšïž Always has you trying new things, just because. It's good to try new things, and as an influencer, she usually has to for engagement anyways. It makes it so much more fun if she can bring one back for you too and see what you think. Besides, she got some of her favorite thingsâlike honeycomb ice creamâfrom those silly trends.
ă €êšïž Words of affirmation is her main love language, followed closely by physical touch. It's just that she can't help telling you how gorgeous, smart, amazing, talented, clever, creative you are, and what better way to do that than laying next to you with you between her arms? She doesn't demand you praise her, but it certainly doesn't hurt, and a surprise hug from you will always get her in a good mood! Just... Don't be too surprising, she wouldn't want to hurt you by accident.
ă €êšïž She soft launched you into oblivion on her channel. A picture of your hands interlaced, then a photo of two drinks instead of one on a day out, then she finally, finally, FINALLY showed the two of you together. Her fans went absolutely wild in both good and bad ways.
ă €êšïž She's always playing with your hair if she can, loves your head in her lap as her fingers mindlessly guide their way through and the two of you talk about.. really, anything together. Sometimes she dozes off a bit, but every now and again..
ă €êšïž Misaki's your hype girl, forever and always! They're always there to support their partner's rights and wrongs. You've always done that for them, haven't you? You even supported her assassination career. And the whole screenplay sort of helped erase some of the stigma, too.
ă €êšïž No matter how high stakes the assassination job, Misaki's always texting you. The distraction has gotten her into trouble before, but they always get out of it, so it doesn't matter! Most of the time, she won't even tell you, doesn't need her person worrying! That'll worry them, too, and then.. things might get slippery from there.
ă €êšïž Misaki is a god-awful singer, but they try very very hard to serenade you when they can! Any cutesy little love song comes on the radio, and you can bet she'll be singing it for you! Off-key and with the wrong lyrics at times, but she'll be singing nonetheless. It might not make your heart throb but it certainly makes the both of you giggle. They're always a lovely time.
ă €êšïž Their ideal date wouldn't be anything fancy. Not only do they just not have the money for it with all they have to give to their parents plus paying bills, it's not their speed. They'd much prefer to stay inside with you, pull an all nighter and watch cartoons. If you want fancy, they can do fancy! She'll just.. have to take on a few more high stakes jobs to cover the cost.
ă €êšïž Misaki has LOADS of playlists for you. One for before you were together, one for after you got together, one for when you're together in person, one for when you're together virtually, even one for when she's doing an assassination while talking to you. The funny thing is, they're essentially the same playlist with a few small changes. A song added or removed here or there, maybe a little reordering, but most of the time it's the same, it's all sappy. You love it. Love her.
ă €êšïž Ever since she brought you that first plant and you loved it so much, they bring you lots of other little things every time they get to see you in person. For awhile, it was more little plants and greenery, but after enough time, your room looked like a garden and she had to switch over to nonliving keepsakes.
ă €êšïž After that first time, Misaki's made a habit of sneaking into your place through the window. Somehow, you never see it coming. It's probably because of the whole assassin thing. Even so, would it kill her to use the door? Apparently it would. She loves to surprise you, see your face light up when you suddenly hear her voice:
ă €êšïž He doesn't mean to be controlling, honest! The only issue is, he worries about you. More than he should. He just wants you safe, doesn't want someone like Ronin getting their disgusting, crime ridden hands on you. He'd probably request your location, but he'd share his as well!
ă €êšïž He might be a little bit nicer to the people in the server if you ask him nicely. Except Ronin, never Ronin. Probably not Misaki either, come to think of it. But then again, when you ask so sweetly, how could he say no to your gorgeous face? The short answer is, he can't.
ă €êšïž If you have pets, he'll take extra good care of them when you're away. Sometimes, it feels like he loves them more than he loves you. He's an animal guy, you knew what you were getting into when you got with him, didn't you? Of course, he still loves you more than anything, its just that... Your pet is so cute.
ă €êšïž Believe it or not, he's stupid cuddly, especially if you're sleeping in the same bed. He can try to stay away, but within an hour, you're tangled in his arms again, he didn't even notice himself pulling you closer, didn't notice the way he was already kissing your head
ă €êšïž If you bring that up to him, he'll be absolutely mortified. While you're his entire heart and soul, he also just can't stand the idea of himself seeming like a lovesick puppy. It's humiliating. Once you reassure him of how endearing it is though, he may calm himself. This was.. Almost as bad as the Valentine's Day debacle with Misaki.
ă €êšïž Though he wouldn't like to admit it, he thinks of you whenever he reads a particularly beautiful piece of literature. Like you could be his beautiful Annabel Lee, minus the tragedy. Like you could be his loyal Macbeth, minus the bloodshed. He'd like to read them to you if you'd let him.
âsynopsis: Zayne plays Minecraft for the first time and Caleb wants to join in on the fun.
âpairing: Best Friend!Zayne x Best Friend!Caleb
> GentleZayne has started a livestream
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âHi everyone, today Iâll be playing Minecraft. A friend of mine has been telling me to start this game.â
Zayne fixed the webcam to focus on him and positioned the navy-blue headset over his head. The frame of his glasses gets stuck, and he adjusts them further.
âI hope you guys enjoy it.â
[Chat:
âZAYNE YOUâRE SO HANDSOME!â
âYay! I love this game! I know you will love it too!â
âOoo, who told you to start playing this?â
âDoes anyone think he looks extra good today?â
âME I do!â
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His eyes scanned the chat, a soft smile gracing his lips at the overwhelming wave of compliments. His cheeks warm, a pink hue lighting up his face.
âThank you for the love ... and yes, my friend Rafayel had told me to start this game. I saw a few clips from his stream. He builds beautiful structures and homes. I wonât be as good, but I'll try.â
[Chat:
âOMG YOU HAVE TO STREAM WITH HIMâ
âHis world is like art frâ
âMy two worlds are colliding rnâ
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The new world is slowly loading up on his screen.
> BigBoyCaleb is requesting to collaborate on GentleZayneâs Livestream
âUmmâŠ.â
[Chat:
âIs that CALEB?!â
âOH YES, I LOVE CALEB!â
âPlease, Zayne, let him join inâ
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Zayne huffed out an air of amusement. Today was not going to be a normal stream.
> GentleZayne has ACCEPTED BigBoyCalebâs request
Calebâs video pops up on the stream next to Zayne. The chocolate-haired man was sitting relaxed in a white tee, his fingers gently playing with his necklace as his eyes scanned the screen.
âHi, Caleb. We can see you. Can you hear me?â
His purple eyes sparkled when Zayne acknowledged him, and he leaned forward towards the camera, as if Zayne was in front of him. His expression was that of mischief.
âHey, Zayne, my man. Thanks for inviting me to the stream!â
âI did not invi-â
âHi everyone, I saw Zayne was online and was playing Minecraft of all things, so I had to infiltrate.â
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[Chat:
âTwo hot men in one stream. YES GODDDâ
âZayne, come home. The kids miss youâ
âI can give you something to infiltrate, Calebâ
âThis stream is gonna be chaosâ
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The world had fully loaded up for Zayne, and he was already exploring. He had done some research in advance and was familiar with the basics of the game.
âIâm guessing I have to gather wood to build a little house and get a bed to sleep in before sundown? This should be peaceful.â
âPeace is so boring. Let me show you how it's done. Iâm spawning in.â
Calebâs avatar materialises beside Zayneâs. It looked just like Caleb, the blue and orange jacket and black pants. It even acted like him. Zayne watched as it immediately started sprinting in circles around him.
âZayne, why are you the default Steve? It's ugly.â
âWhat?â
âYour avatar. We need to change it after this game.â
Zayne pinched his nose bridge as he regretted even letting Caleb join the livestream.
Zayne had been making progress on collecting wood and was building a nice house for both of them. Caleb, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found.
âCaleb, can you get me some stone for the floor?â
âI got an apple.â
âI need stone.â
âWell, I can only give you an appleâ
âNo. Where are you anyway?â
âSwimming with a squid.â
Eventually, Caleb returns, empty-handed but jumpy as usual.
âNice house, Zayne. Whereâs the other bed? It's going to be night-time soon.â
âIâve only got one.â
âDo you want to share the bed with me, Zayne?â
âNo.â
âYou canât sleep in the bed and then expect it to be daytime again. I need a bed too.â
Zayne had not thought that far ahead. He was not aware that both players had to sleep to skip the night.
[Chat:
âNot the one bed trope XDâ
âCaleb romancing Zayne is what I needed todayâ
âPoor Zayne, he is gonna have to face the mobsâ
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âSeeing that neither one of us can sleep. Let's go to the caves. We can find some good materials to use and upgrade your stone set.â
Zayne looked a little concerned. His brows furrowed at the thought of leaving his tiny home and venturing out into the darkness.
Seeing that he canât sleep in the game, he followed Caleb outside and towards the dark caves near the shelter.
âIs there a way to light up the place? Like candles or torches?â
Zayneâs screen was completely dark as they went into the caves.
âNope. That stuff doesnât exist. You gotta man up and fight through this like in real life.â
âI donât think we have to fight zombies or skeletons in real lifeâŠ.and torches exist. What kind of world are you living in?â
âYou donât wanna know.â
Eventually, Zayne was able to make torches as he found he had the materials for them.
As soon as he put the torch down on the floor, both of them were ambushed by a range of different mobs.
âStay back, Zayne. I've got this.â
Zayne listens in amusement. He looks back at the chat and sees overflowing messages on the screen.
His attention was grabbed when he hears an explosion from the game.
âWhat happened?â
âNothing. Just blew up a creeper, and it killed all the bad guys.â
âGood Job.â
Zayne follows after him. Placing a torch behind him as a way to get back.
Within seconds, he watched Caleb drop down and disappear from the screen. Zayne slowly approaches the edge of the blocks and notices a deadly drop, with Caleb at the bottom, possibly with very low health.
âOh, Zayne, let down your hair.â
[Chat:
âNot Zayne being Rapunzelâ
âWhere can I find my own Flynn?â
âThe fairytale romance we all dreamed ofâ
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Zayne decided to throw down some food. Expelling more apples down the ravine that Caleb was at, in an attempt to help replenish his health.
Eventually, he carefully makes it down to Caleb, who jumped around on the ravine floor.
âOh my god, look, there are diamonds.â
Caleb faces towards a nest of diamond ore sitting above a lava lake. Zayne leads the way as he cautiously jumps around different blocks and mobs before reaching the lava lake.
âLet me make a bridge towards it.â
âMy knight in shining armour. Please lead me to safety.â Caleb exaggerates as he jumps around behind Zayne.
As the bridge was getting built, Zayne had no idea what was happening behind him.
âUmm⊠Zayne donât look back.â
âWhy?â He stopped building the bridge that was above lava and turned around.
2 zombies and a creeper were walking across the bridge that Zayne had built. Both Caleb and Zayne were cornered.
âThis is where we say goodbye to one another.â
Zayne was visibly amused by Calebâs antiques. A chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to fight off the mobs.
âYou give up too easily.â
âWell, my knight is not doing a very good job at protecting me.â
Zayne watches Caleb rush across the bridge, passing him by towards the mobs.
âI will sacrifice myself for you, Zayne.â
Zayne watched as the creeper started to glow white before it exploded. This killed Caleb instantly. Unfortunately for Zayne, the bridge under him disappeared, and he fell into the lava. Leading to a slow death.
Zayneâs face dropped in horror as he watched himself die on the screen.
âSee, I hope you can make it to the diamonds now and coll-â
Zayne respawned next to him.
â- Ohâ
âYeah, your self-sacrifice didnât really work.â
They both respawned far away from the shelter Zayne had made. The zombies and skeletons were now burning.
âWell, at least itâs daytime now.â
[Chat:
âLMAOâ
âTangled turned into Romeo and Julietâ
âZayneâs face when he was dying, I CANâTâ
âPlease donât tell me you're finishing the streamâ.
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âI guess this will be round two.â
Caleb smiled at the camera and then turned his eyes back towards the screen.
ââ„â You didn't specify who you wanted the S/O to be (and I'm not really answering Angel-centric asks right now), so I wrote these with Ren in mind! I hope that's ok!!
I've mentioned this a few times before, but Ren canonically likes soft tummies and plush thighs!! He goes feral over seeing Angel's stomach peek out from underneath their shirt. Like... He's on his hands and knees thanking every god in existence because now it means there's even more of Angel to love.
Ren has a sleeper build and is a pretty tall/muscular guy himself, so most of his wardrobe can be Angel's too. He'd probably leave all his hoodies lying around his apartment in hopes that they'd wear them.
Again, since he has a sleeper build and can swing around a heavy sledgehammer like it's nothing, you can bet Ren can lift Angel off their feet and carry them around with ease. If he had his way, he'd have them in his arms 24/7.
If someone were to (intentionally or not) make Angel feel self-conscious or uncomfortable, Ren would definitely speak up and call them out on it. [REDACTED] would just straight up kill the person ghsdgjhd
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Ren's version can be found here!!
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
[REDACTED] will usually part with a kiss before cleaning you up with a damp cloth or towel â or, if they were a bit rougher than usual, they'll draw you a bath with all your favourite scents instead.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
He will forever be a tummy and thigh guy until my dying breath. [REDACTED] loves the feeling of you in his arms, so they'll often find themselves absentmindedly running their fingers up and down your thighs or just pulling you closer by your stomach and giving a soft squeeze. [REDACTED] might also favour your hands too, since he's a really big hand-holder and palm kisser.
I don't think he'd have a favourite body part on himself, though he does subconsciously enjoy it when you compliment his eyes. It boosts their self-esteem and makes them feel attractive for once. (In regards to their real self!!)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Similar to his Ren counterpart, [REDACTED]'s cum is very thick and tastes somewhat salty. They enjoy the thought of filling you up and watching it slowly ooze out, and if you can manage to pry it out of him, [REDACTED] might even tell you about how it's always been one of his fantasies to have his cum still inside you while you go about your day. They secretly enjoy knowing that a part of him still lingers on you â as nasty as it might sound.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I already mentioned it in Ren's NSFW alphabet, but he has an entire 4TB harddrive full of photos of you. Most are innocent and harmless, but others are... not so much. [REDACTED] often likes to look at them and fantasise about what it'd be like to help you through those lonely and intimate moments you spend between your sheets.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
[REDACTED] had zero experience prior to sleeping with you, though he does have some idea of what to do. [REDACTED] is much more forward and honest about what he wants (compared to his "Ren"/Haruko persona), so you can expect him to be less timid and shy when he ruts into you for the first time.
"Never done this before... 'M glad I get to experience this with you. Can I... put it in now? Or d'you need more time?"
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Anything that involves facing you and entwining your hands. [REDACTED] is big on watching your reactions to see what you like and respond well to.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's definitely a lot more casual in bed, but I wouldn't call it goofy or anything. He'll go along with any jokes you make, and will even respond with his own if it fits the situation. But other than that, [REDACTED] tends to keep the moment tender and intimate.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
His happy trail is very faint and matches the dark, black hair on his head. [REDACTED] also keeps himself moderately groomed, but if you want him to shave down there, they're happy to oblige.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Extremely intimate. They are always holding your hand, maintaining eye contact, and constantly praising you for how good you feel and how much he adores you. [REDACTED] might not light candles or set the mood with music, but he makes up for it by showering you with love and affection.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Likes to jack off whenever you do, just so he can time his strokes with your own hand. Otherwise, if the need ever arises, they'll simply seek you out and ask if you're in the mood to help him out.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
They have a maaaaassive praise kink (giving, but also... he subconsciously enjoys receiving it as well), biting/marking kink, and breeding kink. I wouldn't say [REDACTED] has an exhibitionism kink or anything â but he is down for anything if you initiate it in public.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The hood of Teo's car, Leon's bed, Jae's couch, Violet's gaming desk, Elanor's reception counter, Conan's favourite bookshelf, inside the changing rooms of Kiara's boutique, the staircase in Olivia's souvenir shop, during a phone call with Mothâ oh, and on Angel's hardwood floor, I guess /silly
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
While they would never force themselves onto you, you could quite literally bat your eyelashes in [REDACTED]'s direction and he'll be rearing to go. Try pulling them in by their belt or sucking on their collarbone if you want to be (carefully) thrown on the nearest flat surface and be fucked within an inch of your life.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
Threesomes (or more), cuckolding, or anything that physically involves others outside of [REDACTED] and you. Anything that has to do with DDLG/LB or ageplay is also a massive turn-off for them.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's a biiiiiiig fat service top/pleasure dom at his core, so you know [REDACTED] is all about giving you pleasure. They're more than happy to spend the rest of their days between your thighs, and [REDACTED] could honestly cum hands-free purely from watching you unravel on his tongue. Your pleasure is his pleasure as well.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Typically, it starts out gentle and intimate â but the more [REDACTED] slowly unravels over time, the harder and rougher he'll get. Things like throwing your legs over his shoulder, gently biting your neck, gripping your hips and using you like a personal fleshlight, bucking into you with reckless abandon, etc. Obviously, nothing that would cause noticeable pain â but it's certainly different from how Ren would usually treat you in the bedroom.Â
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
They don't mind quickies, but [REDACTED] will always prefer to take their time with you and shower you with all the love and affection they have. He doesn't want to rush your pleasure (and he likes to give you more than one orgasm per tryst), which can prove challenging to do if it's just a quickie.
With that being said, they're all for being dragged away to a storage closet for some... fun before work!
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Please ask him to go down on you while you're manning the front desk :( He lives for the thrill of it. [REDACTED] is down for almost anything â so long as it doesn't put you at risk.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
At the start of the relationship, they might only last one or two rounds due to their inexperience. But as time progresses, he'll slowly start to get better. But it's soooo hard for [REDACTED] to focus when you're right there in front of him; splayed out perfectly on his bed and letting him bury himself deep inside your warmth, all while youâ Aaaaand... Yeah, he's already spent and snoozing.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Prior to sleeping with you for the first time, [REDACTED] owned a vibrator, butt plug and fleshlight, which he would use whenever you'd pleasure yourself on lonely nights. They'd prefer not to use any toys on you as it comes across like you're not satisfied with his own hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue â but you could honestly convince [REDACTED] otherwise if you play your cards right.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He is a complete tease compared to his "Ren"/Haruko counterpart. They will whisper absolute filth into your ear while slipping their hands between your bodies and playing with your sex â before pulling away and innocently asking what you need from him.
"D'you want more? Y'gotta tell me, angel." / "That feel good? Tell me where." / "I don't think y'can take all of me, angel. You're practically stuffed full already." / "You're droolin'. Feels that good, huh? Right here?" / "If y'want me to go harder, y'gotta beg a little more. It's cute. You're s'fucking cute." / "Want my fingers too? Tell me where." / etc. you get the point lmao
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
[REDACTED] will babble incoherent words when they're lost in the sauce (lol), but other than that, you'll mainly get soft groans and harsh sighs most of the time. However, if [REDACTED] is bottoming/getting pegged; it turns into bratty moans instead. And if you squeeze his hand or bite his collarbones, you'll have them practically whining into your skin and begging you to do it again.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Started crying when you said you loved him in bed for the first time. And sure, maybe he was getting his tears all over your shoulder â but he also gave you at least seven orgasms that night and a reason to take a day off from work.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Packing an ~8 inch dick (~6 inches when soft), with a cute pink head to contrast the scary vibe of his Jacob's ladder piercings. Girthy enough that you can just barely wrap a hand around it, as well as pale enough to match the rest of his skin tone. Leaks a lot of precum and curves slightly when erect.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
[REDACTED] has a high sex drive, but will only indulge in it when you want to. Sex is an afterthought to him, and he won't ever push you to do anything â plus, they're more than okay with rubbing one out in the bathroom to satisfy their urges. But if you're able (and willing) to match his sex drive, you can expect to do it at least two times a day.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
They will stay up and either play with your hair, trace their fingers across your skin, gently rub your back, or even indulge in pillow talk! It all depends on what you tend to do afterwards, which [REDACTED] will easily comply with. He might even stay up and just... lose himself in his thoughts because [REDACTED] finally has you in his arms, safe and sound â where you belong.
This has been sitting in my drafts since the dawn of time, so I might as well release it lmao
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Ren gets very cuddly and sentimental(?) after sex; often pulling you close and just gushing about how much he loves you, how lucky he is to have you, and how he'd bury Corland Bay six feet under if anyone tried to take you away from him. He'd also be rubbing soothing patterns into your back while he brushes strands of your hair away from your face and tucks you both into bed. If you wanted a towel or water, however, then he'd immediately get up to fetch them.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
His favourite body part on himself would probably his hands since they're long, slender, and aesthetically pleasing â but he despises the burn marks and scars that cover them. Ren's favourite body part on you would either be your stomach or thighs. He just loves seeing your tummy peek out from underneath your clothes and the plushness of your thighs really does things to him dhsjsks
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Very thick, copious, and tastes a bit salty đł Heâs just really pent up, okayâŠ? Ren also loves coming inside you and just watching it ooze out before shoving it back in with his fingers (or his tongue lmao heâs nasty). He would go feral if you went about your day with his seed still deep inside you, and might even pull you aside for round two (or five) if he sees you casually talking to Teo or Leon as your mixed fluid runs down your thighs.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
THEREâS TOO MANY UHHHH he has tons of lewd photos of you saved on his phone and PC, a bunch of your underwear hidden deep inside his closet, and one of your old hoodies covering his dakimakura of you. You can imagine what he does with all of these things⊠đŹ Ren also watches p*rn/h*ntai and plays adult games on the rare occasion, but ONLY if the characters look similar to you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Absolutely no experience whatsoever before he met you đ He has somewhat of an idea of what heâs doing through all the explicit videos he watches and what he sees online, as well as getting "the talk" from his sex ED class at school.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Mating press, the face off/lotus, missionary, butterfly press, etc. đ€Ą Anything where he can be as close as possible while facing you. There are times where he'll be needy and desperate enough to put you in doggy style or reverse cowgirl, but that's only when you tease him enough to the point where he just cant wait any longer to have you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Ren is not necessarily goofy during sex, but his awkwardness might come across like it. For example, he might not be able to line himself up properly or he might hear a weird noise down there â in which he would just embarrassingly laugh it off and unintentionally end up lightening the mood.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
His happy trail is a curly patch of black to match the hair on his head, and he usually keeps it decently trimmed (whenever he remembers to). If you want him to be completely hairless down there, just complain about it and heâll instantly rectify it. His chest hair is also very short and fine, so it wouldn't really be visible unless you get up close and personal with it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
VERY INTIMATE. Ren is unaware of the fact that he's a hopeless romantic at heart, but he does love to hold your hands and give you soft and tender kisses during sex; rather than sucking your face off or shoving his tongue down your throat. He wants to be as close as physically possible when it comes to you, so he's often pulling you close/pressing himself against you and loves the feeling of your heartbeat on his skin.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Before he met you; Ren would usually get himself off at least five times a week. But now that youâre around he doesnât see the point in it when he could just?? seek you out??? If youâre not in the mood, however, then heâll just look at ethically sourced pictures of you while he goes to town with his right hand. It's really not a big deal to him since he just wants you to reciprocate his feelings rather than get in your pants.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
I think Iâve gone over this before, but ya mans has a massive breeding kink, roleplay kink, edging/overstimulation kink, and a marking/biting kink (more-so because he loves leaving marks on you and seeing the aftermath of it, rather than the actual act of biting/marking you). You could literally combine all of his kinks into one by offering to roleplay as a needy spouse who wants their husband to leave his mark all over and inside them â after teasing and edging them on throughout the day.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He's most comfortable woohooing you in the privacy of his/your home, but if Ren starts feeling a bit jealous or possessive in public, then heâs not afraid to pull you into a secluded area and fuck you silly as a way to stake his claim (so long as you do the same to him!). He's so eager to make you happy that he literally doesn't care where you drag him off to... ^^ As long as only he gets to put his hands on you, Ren is DTF whenever, wherever.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
ANYTHING SHDJSJSJ heâs horny 24/7 and literally just looking at him for too long would get him going ^^; He respects your boundaries though and would never force himself on you just because heâs in the mood or needs to relieve himself.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Ren will NEVER share you. Please donât ever suggest a threesome (or more) with him because heâll immediately shut the idea down and be in a sulky mood afterwards (Why would you need to introduce another person? Is he not good enough? He could always resort to using toys on you if you needed more stimulationâŠ). Ren is also a little hesitant to inflict pain on you in any way (aside from consensual spanking, choking, biting, etc.), and would much prefer the pain to be inflicted on him instead.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
loves loves LOVES going down on you! Seeing you throw your head back as you grip his hair just does things to him, and Ren would gladly spend an eternity between your thighs if you let him. He also doesnât mind if you go down on him as well, but considers that a reward rather than an act of appreciation. Like? You really want to touch the most intimate part of him? You must really love him so much!
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Usually starts out slow with a lot of grinding since he wants you to feel every single inch of him inside you, but heâll eventually pick up the pace and ultimately end up jackhammering into you once the pleasurable haze takes over his brain. Honestly though? Just tell him to speed up, slow down, or get rougher and heâll do it. Even if it means he doesn't get off, Ren will still put your needs over his and comply to your wishes.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Greatly prefers taking his time with you so he can appreciate your body and give you the maximum amount of pleasure you deserve â but can also see the appeal in quickies. This man is shameless, so heâs down to take you between the bookshelves in a secluded area in the library, or even in the janitorâs closet of your apartment complex. Teo's stupidly large bed? I don't know how you guys got in there but he's down. In the changing stalls at the beach? Sure, he's already inside and waiting for you. On his sports motorbike? ....Y'all WILD but yeah, he would đ
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Heâs fair game. So long as it doesnât put you in danger, Ren is open and willing to try it. The most riskiest thing he wants to try is being inside you while you talk to your friends/nosy neighbour. He just wants to feel you squeeze around his length while you desperately try to calm your breathing and hide your red cheeks. And hearing you stutter when he bucks his hips is just too cute to resist.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Due to his lack of experience, Ren has a lot of catching up to do. He can usually last up to three rounds, but if you bat your eyes and wiggle your hips a little around his cock, then three rounds can easily turn into eight.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He owned a couple of flesh-lights, a butt plug, a bullet vibrator, and would use them on himself until you came along. Now he doesnât have much use for them â unless you have other ideas. Ren might not use dildos on you since he might get a little jealous from the thought of you getting off to something that isn't him, but if you ask to get a replica based on his measurements, then he might be a little bit more willing.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Ren doesn't tease as much, but [REDACTED] definitely would. He might say things like âLook in the mirror angel, can't you see how well you're taking me?â, "Y'feel amazing. Squeeze me harder?", "Your hips are moving on their own. D'you really want me that badly?", "Aw, can you still talk, angel? Then tell me how much you want to come on my cock." et cetera. If youâve spent time with your friends, heâd also be in a bit of a mood to tease you by drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. After all, you made him wait sooo long just to see you again, so you should get a taste of your own medicine.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heâs very vocal and babbles a lot during sex, so youâd honestly need to shut him up somehow. Will either talk unwavering praise or absolute filth into your ear while heâs rearranging your insides â but once he gets close, his sentences soon become incoherent until his hips are stuttering and heâs keening out your name over and over again. If heâs bottoming, however, then Ren becomes even more whiney and almost bratty shdjsjs
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
You know how he can change and control aspects of the game, such as withholding private information and stopping you from getting his bad ending? Well, Ren can also change aspects of himself as well. Please don't imagine him glitching his appearance to have two monster-sized cocks or an extra mouth where the palm of his hand should be :) And don't think about aaaall the ways he could use them on you hehe :)
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
His penis is ~6 inches flaccid and ~8 inches hard purely bc I think itâs funny >:) He has such a cute and unassuming appearance that the thought of him slinging around a massive PP like a weapon is hilarious lmao ^^; He's also really tall and lanky so it kind of makes sense though.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Extremely high, but as I've said before; Ren won't act upon his urges unless you want to as well. He's already satisfied with being in your presence, holding your hand, or even just being involved in a conversation with you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Mans canonically lasted like 15 seconds before he passed out after the first time you had sex â but ideally, if you initiated pillow talk with him, then Ren would try his best to stay up and listen to your voice <3 He likes talking with you, and wouldn't mind putting his sleep schedule aside if it meant hearing your soft and comforting voice.
