Archive of Our Own

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• A = Aftercare (what they’re like after s*x)

- I see Neuvellete as a very caring and protective kinda guy. After absolutely pounding their significant other into another planet, he’d be very sure to help them back on their feet

-He’d bathe you (Even if you tell him you can do it yourself). He’d give you massages, water, food. Anything you need, you just say the word, and he’ll get it for you. 

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

-He never really cared about his “favorite part” about himself before he met you, but after countless praises about various parts of him, he’s grown particularly fond of his hands. They’re able to hold you close to him, caress you, feel you ..

-His favorite part about you would have to be your legs. He’s a gentleman to say the least but those legs of yours always seem to put him in a trance. He loves to put his hand on your thigh when you sit beside him. You wanna get him in bed with you as quickly as possible? Wear a short skirt and hike it up when you’re around him. He also loves to grab them when he’s pounding into you, squeezing and playing. He absolutely ADORES when you let him bite your thighs before going down on you. Can you blame him? They’re just so perfect!

• C = C*m (anything to do with c*m, basically)

-I have an extreme suspicion that he has a carnal desire to empty his load anytime he can. 

-Of course he’d never force that on you, if you’re not on birth control and you guys aren’t ready for a baby, or you simply just don’t like it, he will make sure to c*m either on your thighs or stomach

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

-Before you started dating, Furina gifted him a small, framed photo of  both you and Furina smiling in front of the sea,  to put on his desk; a small act of kindness turned into something much dirtier

-Every time he would try to work, he’d glance up at the small photo of you smiling next to Furina; he’d have to force himself to look away.  Not long after, he’d have a routine, a routine he was very much ashamed of.

-After getting some work done, he’d hold the photo in his hands, cover Furina’s face, and jack off until he saw stars. He didn’t understand why your happy face did so much to him; he felt beyond guilty anytime he’d see you, but he couldn’t stop doing it. Eventually, he put the framed picture in one of his desk drawers to make him stop, It’s still there, buried under many, many documents.

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

-Neuvillete was a virgin before he met you. He never had any reason to indulge in such desires, nor did he want to. He didn’t feel s*xual attraction to women before you. Of course, He’d admire a woman from time to time, thinking her dress was pretty or how she did her hair was elegant.

-After his first time with you, he quickly dove into research on how to make your experience the most enjoyable thing in the world, studying female anatomy and experimenting anytime he laid with you.

• F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-This man is not k*nky, he is perfectly okay with some good old missionary. Neuvillete just wants to see your face blissed out while he ravishes you. He’ll only say no to the super intense positions if you wish to switch it up.

-He’s not a big fan of doggy, only because he can’t see your face, now if you did it infront of a mirror….

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

-God, no. He’d die before cracking a joke in the bedroom. He sees s*x as an intimate action, not something that should be joked about, now teasing is a totally different story.

-He will tease occasionally, just small remarks, not anything too big and certainly nothing degrading.

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

-Like I said, before Neuvillete met you, he didn’t care for s*x, but he still kept his hair down there trimmed and neat but not completely shaved; if you asked, he’d do it right away, though.

-The color is a shade darker than the blue in his hair

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

-He is the most romantic little guy imaginable. The first time you guys did it, he decked the bedroom with rose petals and candles and sensual music.

-Everything about his screams romantic. His words, how gently he holds you, how patient he is. 

• J = Jack off (m*sturbation headcanon)

-Before you, he thought the very idea of m*sterbating was never something he’d indulge in, but after meeting you and developing this soffocating “crush” he jacked off every other day, every time he’d think of you, he couldn’t resist.

• K = K*nk (one or more of their k*nks)

-Neuvillete is a sweetie, so his top k*nk would have to be praise.

-His praise goes both ways, although he loves to tell you how pretty you are, how you were made for him, he also gets off on you praising him. If you start going off, telling him how hot he is and how good he feels, he’s gonna go feral.

-Another one I see him having is a food k*nk.

-He just gets off on the thought of painting your naked body in sweet choclate, strawberries, and whipped cream just to lick it off of you. 

• L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Nowhere public, that includes his office. The thought of one of the Melusine assistants walking in on you spread open on his desk terrifies him. (m*sterbating in his office is a whole different story, according to him.)

-He much prefers to take you in bed, where it's comfortable and safe. 

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

-Neuvillete comes off as a very well-collected man, but as soon as he sees just a little too much skin showing on you, you’re getting f*cked.

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

-He won’t ever make you bleed or give you a bruise. That's a big old NO for him. Why would he want to hurt you? You’re the most important thing to him, so why would he hurt you during the most intimate moments between you two?

-He will spank you, but not too hard. At first, he didn’t understand the appeal, but now that he’s gotten a taste, he isn’t gonna stop.

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

-Neuvillete loves when you’re on your knees, but he much prefers if he’s the one on his knees. There’s something about your thighs wrapped around his head while he makes you scream in pleasure sue to his tongue. Any time he can, he’s between your legs. He just can’t get enough of you, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he couldn’t serve you?

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

-Now you might think he’s slow because of how romantic he is. You’d be wrong. He is very fast, and will go hard if you say please. Now there are times he’s slow and soft, kissing your face and telling you how lovely you are, those happen occasionally. Most of the time he’s pounding into you like a feral animal

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

-Another hell no for him. He doesn’t wanna rush your pleasure, he wants to stretch it out. He strongly dislikes quickies after you both tried once. He was just left even more needy than he was to being with!

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

-Experiment? Yes. Risk…eh, not so much. Neuvillete isn’t too much of a risk taker, unlike others, he doesn’t “get off” on taking risks. But he is very much willing to experiment. Since he isn’t too familiar with s*x, he’s willing to try out new things.

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

-Oh boy…This man can go on and on and ON. If you didn’t stop him or pass out, he could go 6 or 7 rounds without stopping. But, because you’re more fragile than him, he usually only goes 2 rounds. If you’ve been a tease or a brat all day, he’d make you go 4.

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

-I have the feeling Neuvillete wouldn’t exactly care for toys. He’s okay with you using them on yourself when hes not available, but he doesn’t want them to be used on him, it just makes him uncomfy

• U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Neuvillete LOVES to tease, but not too much. His teasing will be more praising then degrading, he’d never degrade you.

-He does enjoy when you snap back and tease him back, though. He finds it adorable that you think you have control. Of course, he’ll indulge in your little fantasy then make you remember who you belong 

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

-He’s not a loud guy except for the occasional grunt. He’s loud with his words when he’s praising you, however

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

-I like to think Neuvillete really enjoys when you’re the one to rid him of his clothes after a long day of work. It’s probably one of the only times he’ll let you take care of him. He just finds it oddly domestic and he likes it :D

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

-7 ½ inches when he’s not hard; it gets to just under 8 inches when he is. Pretty thick since he’s…yk a freaking dragon. 

• Y = Yearning (how high is their s*x drive?)

-He can go several days without having s*x, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it every second. He’s very good at controlling himself; if he wasn’t, you wouldn’t be able to walk for more than a day without him ruining you again.

• Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- He always makes sure you’re okay before even thinking about falling asleep; when you are okay, he makes sure to cuddle you until you fall asleep, then he’d try to as well. I like to think Neuvillete has kinda a hard time falling asleep.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after s*x)

-Childe is very educated in aftercare but never really used it with any of his partners because…he just didn’t care. But you’re different, he takes the time to wash you, soothe your bruises, sweet talk you into a coma ect

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

-His favorite part about himself is his arms, specifically his biceps. Hey! He worked hard to make his body look how it does, it’d be stupid not to appreciate his favorite details. I can totally see him flexing in every mirror he comes across. He also loves to show off to you, thats his love language.

-His favorite part about you would HAVE to be your t*ts. He comes off as such a t*t person. Small or big, he’s gonna love ‘em. He likes to come up behind you and playfully grope you while you’re trying to cook or do any other task. He’ll only do it when the two of you are alone, though.

C = C*m (anything to do with c*m, basically)

-Childe is very family-oriented; he wants babies, many babies! Just…not right now. Because of his relations with the fatui, it’d be dangerous and exhausting to put you through that. His business trips are far away, and he would rarely get to spend time with his kids. So because of that fear, Childe does not like c*mming inside. even if you’re on birth control, he’d say there was a risk.

-Don’t get me wrong. He loves the fantasy of getting you pregnant, and he will….eventually. He much prefers to do it either on your chest or a** when you’re bent over

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

-Childe is a pretty k*nky guy; he does many dirty things, and he isn't shy about them. But there is a few things he prefers to keep secret

-I’d like to say Childe is a sucker for your moans. He wouldn’t ever want to tell you because he KNOWS you’d take advantage of that. When you’re crying out to him, begging him to slow down, he can’t help but get excited. Your voice was sculpted to say his name. He swears you’re the one for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

-Childe is a little ho, he has definitely gotten around. He knows exactly what he’s doing. But since he kinda never wants to date anyone other than you now, he has learned every single weak spot of yours. It really only took a couple of times having s*x before he pretty much knew you like the back of his hand.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
-Any position where he can put his d*ck in you is the best.

-Probably his all-time favorite would be you riding him. He can’t get the image of you bouncing wildly on his c*ck out of his head. Childe especially enjoys yanking your hair by the scalp and making you arch your t*ts in his face while you’re screaming his name.

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

-Childe is the most arrogant, hard headed, teasing little sh*t out there. If you think he doesn’t joke around during s*x, you’re wrong.

-He’ll usually only do it when you’re crying just a bit too much, or if you look like you’re not having fun. He’d crack a joke and if you laugh, he’ll know to keep going; if you don’t, he’ll probably ask what's wrong in a joking tone.

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

-Childe doesn’t like to clean shave (And he doesn’t expect you to either) Hair is a shade darker than the ginger on his head

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

-He certainly has his moments of intimacy, holding your hands as he softly rocks into you. These moments are not as rare as you think, Usually when he’s tired and has missed you all day he’ll give you intimate s*x.

-But all the other times? Buckle up because there is no intimacy in the rough f*cking he gives you. A few praises sure. But other than that…? Nope

J = Jack off (m*sturbation headcanon)

-This man is a s*x animal, there is no doubt in my mind that he heavily enjoys jacking off. He’ll do it, but if you’re available he’s much rather ram you on his c*ck than waste his time with his hand

K = K*nk (one or more of their k*nks)

-Childe LOVES b**b-jobs. You’ve only given them to him once or twice but he fantasises about his d*ck slipping in and out of your cleavage, holding your soft mounds to hug his member so snugly. Yeah…he’s down bad
-He also enjoys light BDSM. No masks or leather suits, too tacky for him. He appreciates pretty much everything else to do with BDSM.
B- Bondage. He finds it a dream come true when you let him bind you. He won’t go easy if you agree. The ropes will be tight, tight enough to leave bruises if you keep squirming against them.
D- Dominant. This goes without saying. HE is the one in control, don’t ever forget. He doesn’t enjoy being submissive. There are times where hes gentle and soft, but that isn’t him being submissive >:(
S- Sadism. Of course hes a sadist. Childe has a bit of a f*tish when it comes to seeing you hurt by his hands. Now don’t get my words wrong, he hates when someone else hurts you, he’d kill a person for accidentally bumping into you. He only hurts you during s*x and when he has your explicit consent, only then can he enjoy the tears streaming down your face and the multiple bruises littered across your shaking frame.
M- Masochism. Getting hurt is all part of being a fatui, jokes on his enemies; he LIKES gettin' hurt. It also goes hand in hand when you two are….playing. He can hurt you, and you can hurt him. In fact, he welcomes pain
-Another big one would be humiliation. He’s so cocky and arrogant, humiliating you in the bedroom comes naturally.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Like I said a million times, Childe doesn’t care what he has to do; as long as his c*ck is buried in you, he has no issue. He is a big fan of public s*x. That and humiliation pair together pretty well. He also LOVES doing it in his office in Snezhnaya, he loves bending you over all over the papers he was supposed to sign days ago.

-He also enjoys doing it in the comfort of his own home, not his family home, but HIS home. A big no would be f*cking in his family home, he wouldn’t know what he would do if one of his siblings bursted in on you gagging on his d*ck.

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

-Um, literally anything

-Revealing clothing, like lingerie or a cocktail dress. A cocktail dress isn’t too revealing but he is a sucker for one. Or super innocent dresses! Just a normal flowy summer dress. He doesn’t know why it turns him on so much…but it does.

-He also loves when you whisper dirty things in his ear. If you say please, he might sneak you away from whatever event you’re at and absolutely plow you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
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-There are not many things Childe would say no to, but there are some.

-As I discussed earlier, having s*x in his family home. If he brought you there, it’s to meet and bond with his family. Plus, all his dirty thoughts are somehow gone as soon as he steps in the front door. How can he get hard when he hears his little brother giggling in the other room? If you two stayed the night, he’d beg you to let him sleep on the couch while you took the guest bedroom; he probably wouldn’t be able to hold himself back if you both slept in the same bed.

-Stabbing. Yeah that’d have to be a no for him. Theres a line that he refuses to cross when it comes to hurting you. Bruising, slapping, and harsh words. Thats pretty much all he’ll do to you. The only time he should see blood on you in the bedroom is if he bit you too hard. He will not bring knives into the bedroom.

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

-Yes. Just yes.

-He absolutely adores burying himself in your c*nt, lapping up your juices while you shake with overstimulation. Kissing you c*it while he promises he’ll be gentle. Too bad he was never a good liar.

-Then again…He loves watching you gag on his c*ck, tears streaming down your face while you look up at him with big pleading eyes. He really can’t tell which one he likes more!

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

-Fast and rough. Sometimes, he slows down just to get in your face and humiliate you, never decreasing how rough he is.

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

-Childe Loves quickies. He thinks they’re the perfect way to release some stress without being late to one of his many…many meetings. Since he’s a harbinger he rarely has a lot of free time, so quickies are a weekly thing. The only con is when he’s done, he’s more needy than he was to begin with. Oh no matter, he’ll get to have his way with you soon

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

-Theres really no question. You two have probably tried every position and experiment in the book. He loves taking risks, its literally part of his job.

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

-Childe is has a good amount of stamina, not as much as Neuvillete, but enough. He can go about two or three rounds before having to take a break. Usually s*x doesn’t make him tired it energizes him…

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

-Oh he loves using toys on YOU, not himself. He gets embarrassed at the thought of using something like a fl*shlight on himself. But Childe does love the idea of tying you up and overstimulating you with a v*brator…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Childe literally has a k*nk for teasing. He loves to shove it in your face and tell you that no one else could please you the way he could. Degrading you also comes in handy with teasing as well. And you already know Childe would degrade you like no one else

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

-I can see him being pretty loud, especially when he talks. His moans are pretty simple and not like…super loud to the point he’s screaming. But if you were in the other room, you would be able to hear him

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

-Childe has definitely thought about electrocution play (goes well with his final form) But he’s never tested out and is a little shy about bringing it up. He thinks you might see him as gross or going too far, so he just keeps the fantasy to himself.

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

-Its a healthy 7 inches when he’s hard. Being the cocky little sh*t he is, he always is a bit too prideful about it

Y = Yearning (how high is their s*x drive?)

-Very high. Childe wants you every moment of every day. He’s like a teenager when it comes to s*x. He’s always thinking about it, always wanting it and never satisfied with just one round.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He goes to sleep fairly quickly. Once he knows you’re alright, he’s out like a light

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A = Aftercare
At first she acts aloof, brushing it off with, “You’re lucky to have been blessed by me!” But once your fingers stroke her hair or you pull her close with a kiss to her temple, she melts into you. Furina craves soft touches post-sex — being held, whispered to, worshipped. She’ll lay between your legs, head on your chest, and let out the softest sighs as her fingers trace idle shapes on your skin.

B = Body Part
On you? Your thighs. She’s obsessed. Loves to grab them, kiss them, mark them. If she’s between them, she’s not leaving for a while.
On herself? Her hips and inner thighs. She’s insanely sensitive there, especially when your tongue or fingers trace the line just above her folds. She’s ticklish, bashful, and soaked before you even get to the good part.

C = Cum
Furina makes a mess when she finishes. She moans like she’s in the middle of a tragic love scene, clutching you, hips shaking. When you cum — especially on her thigh or on her face — she stares at you like she’s witnessing divinity. Mutual orgasms? Her favorite. There's something intimate about watching each other fall apart at the same time.

D = Dirty Talk
She’s a talker. Whether she’s teasing, commanding, or whining your name — her voice is ever-present. She’ll say things like:

“Does it feel good? Of course it does — I’m a goddess, aren’t I?”
Or, when she’s desperate:
“Don’t stop. I need it. You’re the only one who makes me feel this way.”

She loves when you talk dirty back, especially when you whisper possessive things while touching her slowly.

E = Experience
She acts confident, like she’s a seduction expert — but the truth is, she’s more talk than technique at first. That said, she learns fast. She picks up on your reactions, remembers what makes you squirm, and once she understands your body, she becomes obsessed with perfecting her performance. Every moan is applause to her.

F = Favorite Position
Scissoring — absolutely. She loves the intimacy, the closeness, the way your wetness mixes with hers. The grinding, the eye contact, the shared cries? It drives her wild.
Also loves lying on her back with your thigh between hers, hands gripping your ass as she rocks against you. Bonus if she can make you cum first — she’ll gloat for days.

G = Goofy
Sex is usually intense, but there are silly moments — like when her overly dramatic lingerie gets tangled, or she gasps like a stage actress when you spank her. If you laugh, she’ll act offended — “This is a sacred act of devotion!” — but secretly loves when you tease her into giggles during afterglow.

H = Hair
She keeps her body meticulously smooth — soft skin, clean-shaven or waxed, maybe a little trimmed patch for style. She loves burying her fingers in your hair during oral, guiding you while pretending she’s not desperate.

I = Intimacy
Despite all her theatrics, Furina wants sex to mean something. She needs to be seen, touched like she matters. Her most intimate moments are quiet ones — your hands tangled together, her forehead pressed to yours, soft whimpers between kisses. She’ll cry if you say “I love you” while inside her.

J = Jack-Off
She masturbates more often than she admits. Long baths, late nights, thoughts of your mouth on her thighs or your fingers curled deep inside her… she comes hard and fast with your name on her lips. She sometimes uses toys you left behind — and imagines you walking in and watching her fall apart.

K = Kinks
Praise (Giving & Receiving)
Furina thrives on words — she needs to be told she's beautiful, divine, perfect. If you moan her name while gasping, “You feel so good, my goddess,” she’ll melt instantly.
Power Play
She wants to be dominant — she sees herself as a goddess, after all. She’ll try to take the lead, tease, and control the pace. But the second you challenge her authority, she either gets bratty or completely submissive.
Light Bondage (Ribbons, Cuffs)
Furina is obsessed with the aesthetic of being tied up. Satin ribbons around her wrists, binding her to the headboard — it makes her feel delicate and wanted.
Roleplay (Judge/Jury/Accused vibes)
Oh, she lives for this one. Theatrics? Check. Authority? Check. She’ll put on a show — calling you to her “court” to stand trial for “stealing her heart.”

L = Location
Her bed, of course — drenched in lace and luxury. But also: the Opera House backstage. A private courtroom. A garden at night. She loves being in control of her domain and letting you ruin her in the middle of it.

M = Motivation
She’s starved for attention and affection. When you kiss her possessively or praise her sincerely, it switches something in her. She’ll chase that validation through moans, through grinding against your thigh, through trembling orgasms with your name on her tongue.

N = No
She draws the line at degradation and humiliation — even if it’s meant playfully, it cuts too deep. Don’t call her useless or mock her — she wants to be desired, not torn down. She also hates being ignored during intimacy; silence drives her insane.

O = Oral (Giving/Receiving)
Furina adores oral — both giving and receiving.
When you eat her out, she puts on a whole show: arching, gasping, grinding into your face. But she’s loudest when she’s giving. She’ll hold your thighs open and devour you with surprising focus, tongue fucking you until your voice is hoarse. She moans into your clit, and when you cum, she drinks it in like she’s worshiping a goddess.

P = Pace
She starts slow and sensual — drawing things out, whispering how much you want her. But once her arousal hits, she ruts. Her hips grind fast and frantic, desperate for friction. Her rhythm goes wild when you're scissoring — she chases the high, cries out for more, demands everything.

Q = Quickie
Yes. She gets needy and impulsive. If you whisper in her ear, or grab her waist when no one’s looking, she’ll drag you somewhere private — even if it’s a dressing room or an alcove in the opera house. Quick fingers under lace, whispered moans, breathless kisses before she goes back to being the Archon everyone thinks is composed.

R = Risk
She’s addicted to it. She wants to do it in places where you might be caught — on a throne, near a window, in the seat of power. The danger makes her wetter. She’ll cover her mouth with a glove as she cums, wide-eyed and trembling.

S = Stamina
One round leaves her trembling — but she always wants more. She’s not built for marathon sex, but she’ll rally if it means making you cum again. After the third orgasm, though, she turns into a whiny, clingy mess. And she’ll still want to cuddle on top of you like a cat.

T = Toys
Her toy drawer is... elegant. Velvet-lined, organized, extensive.
She loves strap-ons (especially when you wear them and take control). She also has bullet vibes, suction toys, and a few remote-controlled ones she uses in secret. If you use them on her while whispering in her ear, she won’t last long.

U = Unfair
She’s a brat. She’ll tease you until you're whining, edge you with her fingers or mouth and then pull away just to gloat.

“Oh? You were close? Well, perhaps you should beg a little prettier~”

But if you turn it on her — edge her with a toy, hold her legs open while she sobs — she falls apart. Quickly.

V = Volume
So loud. Theatrics and moaning, gasping and praise — she doesn't hold back. She wants you to hear her.
If you put your hand over her mouth to muffle her in a risky location, she gets even more turned on.

W = Wild Card
She once wrote a detailed fantasy script where you were a criminal sentenced to “pleasure her for her mercy.” She tried to stage it with costumes and monologues. You couldn’t stop laughing — until she pushed you down, straddled you, and made you live it.

X = X-Ray
Petite, soft, sensitive. Her breasts are small but responsive, nipples quick to perk up when you suck on them. Her folds are plush, clit insanely sensitive — she leaks so easily, especially during extended foreplay. If you look at her with hunger, she’ll get wet before you even touch her.

Y = Yearning
Furina is touch-starved and desperate for real affection. She craves emotional intimacy even more than physical. When you treat her like a lover, not an Archon — when you kiss her slow, call her pretty, whisper “I love you” as your bodies grind together — she breaks. And then clings to you like you’re her last breath.

Z = Zzz
Once it’s all over, she refuses to be alone. She’ll curl up on your chest, make you stroke her back, and sigh into your skin. If you try to get up, she’ll whine and pull you back, whispering, “Stay. Just a little longer…”

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A = Aftercare

Minimal… unless he broke you. If things got rough — which they usually do — he'll clean you up in eerie silence, maybe stitch your wounds if he caused any. Not out of kindness, but because you’re his, and he refuses to let you fall apart unless he says so. Occasionally, he’ll cradle your head and murmur scientifically accurate observations about your body as you drift into unconsciousness. Creepy? Absolutely. But weirdly… soothing.

B = Body Part

He’s obsessed with your brain. The way you squirm when he touches you in the right place, the way your pupils dilate when you climax, the exact moment your voice cracks into a sob — he studies it all like data. Physically though? Your thighs. Especially if they're soft. He loves to spread them open and watch you twitch.

C = Cum

Everywhere. Inside you, on your stomach, over your mouth — he’ll experiment with all of it. He likes testing what makes you more sensitive: overstimulation, temperature play, or how your body reacts to multiple loads in one session. You're basically a petri dish for his pleasure and curiosity.

D = Dirty Talk

Filthy. Degrading. Clinical.

“Look at this mess. Pathetic. And yet your body’s begging for more.”

“Fascinating… You’re crying, but your cunt’s still sucking me in.”

He’ll narrate what he’s doing like it’s an academic report — but with that mocking, hungry edge that makes your head spin.

E = Experience

He’s been around. Not romantically — but sexually, absolutely. He’s tried everything with everyone who could withstand him. But you’re different. With you, he’s both cruel and possessive — he doesn’t share his favorite subjects.

F = Favorite Position

Anything that lets him pin you down and keep you helpless: mating press, full nelson, prone bone. He likes watching you try to wriggle away while he forces another orgasm out of you. Bonus if he can restrain you and still make you cry from overstimulation.

G = Goofy

Never. He doesn’t laugh during sex unless it’s the twisted kind — like you moaning so loud you start sobbing, and he’s whispering,

“Did I break something? Good. Let’s see how far I can push it.”

H = Hair

He’s meticulous about grooming. No facial hair, always smells sterile and sharp. He doesn't care if you're shaved or not — unless it’s part of his experiment. He might demand you keep it natural one week and completely bare the next, just to track your reactions.

I = Intimacy

Twisted. It's not sweet, but it's real in his own warped way. He sees you as his. A treasure, a pet, a subject, a lover — all in one. He’ll hold you close after ruining you, whispering that no one else will ever understand you like he does. He says it like a threat, but it makes your chest flutter anyway.

J = Jack-Off

He doesn’t need to. He has you. But on the rare occasions he does, it’s while watching recorded footage of your previous sessions. Yes, he films them. Don’t ask where the cameras are. You’ll never find them.

K = Kinks

Degradation & Humiliation – He lives for your tears and sobs. Loves calling you “slut,” “toy,” “subject.”

Restraints & Control – Chains, cuffs, medical straps. Bonus if you’re restrained in one of his labs.

Medical Kink – Thermometers, speculums, cold gloved fingers. He examines you like he owns every inch.

Orgasm Control – He’ll edge you for hours just to see how much you beg.

Breeding Kink – Not necessarily about pregnancy, but about claiming you. Stuffing you full and watching it leak out.

Hypnosis & Drug Play – Mild aphrodisiacs to study how your body responds. You’re so pliant like this. So pretty.

L = Location

His lab. Cold steel tables, warm bodies. The contrast turns him on. Your moans echo off the walls like music to him. He also enjoys bending you over his desk mid-experiment. Bonus points if he makes you read his notes while he fucks you.

M = Motivation

He gets hard the second you cry, flinch, or whimper. The more desperate you are, the more turned on he is. But emotionally? He’s addicted to the idea that you belong to him. That no one else can survive what he does to you and still come crawling back.

N = No

He doesn’t do romance. No cuddles, no soft “I love yous.” He may worship your body, but he’s not loving in the traditional sense. Also not into anything that causes actual, permanent damage — he needs you functional. (Mostly.)

O = Oral

He prefers receiving, but watching you fall apart under his mouth is too good to pass up. He eats pussy like a man documenting a discovery — slow, calculated, deliberate. He’ll make you cum three times before he’s satisfied.

P = Pace

Either cruelly slow or brutal. He loves teasing, dragging it out until you’re shaking. But when he’s in the mood, it’s punishing — fast, deep, relentless. He likes to watch you try to escape him even as your body begs for more.

Q = Quickie

Only if it serves a purpose. Like if you’re panicking and he wants to “calm you down.” Or if he’s just curious how long it takes to make you cum standing up against a wall.

R = Risk

Huge exhibitionist. Not in public, but around his clones. He doesn’t mind if they’re watching — in fact, he finds it amusing. You get flustered. He gets harder. Everyone wins.

S = Stamina

Non-human stamina. He’ll go until you pass out. And then he’ll wake you up with another round. You’re lucky if you walk straight the next day.

T = Toys

Oh, so many. Vibrators, dildos, spreaders, clamps. He has custom-built machines designed for overstimulation. He might strap you in for hours while taking notes. It’s clinical. It’s cruel. It’s his favorite hobby.

U = Unfair

He’ll deny you release for hours just to see how your body reacts.

“You haven’t earned it. Try harder. Cry louder. Beg sweeter.”

The crueler he is, the more he watches you fall apart.

V = Volume

You’re the loud one — and he loves it. The louder you get, the more praise and filth he’ll whisper into your ear. But when he moans? It’s deep, quiet, and right against your skin. Like a secret only you get to hear.

W = Wild Card

He’s chipped a tooth once from how hard he bit your shoulder while fucking you. When you asked why, he just smiled and said,

“You looked so edible in that moment.”

Safe to say you didn’t wear that outfit again. (You did.)

X = X-Ray

He’s packing. Solid 8.5 inches, thick, with prominent veins — just enough curve to drag along your most sensitive spots. He’s memorized how your insides respond to his size, has blueprints of your body post-fuck, and might even show you a scan while you’re sitting on him, whispering,

“See that? That’s how deep I am. Right there, wrecking you.”

You’ll never forget the image burned into your mind — or how proud he looked pointing it out.

Y = Yearning

He’d never admit it, but he craves you. When you’re gone too long, he gets itchy. He’ll brush your hair behind your ear mid-fuck and say,

“Don’t leave me alone with these thoughts again.”

Z = Zzz

He doesn’t sleep much. But when he does? You’re either in restraints or tangled in his arms. There’s no in-between. He likes to feel you breathing — alive and warm — a reminder that you’re his, still functional, and still worth keeping.

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A = Aftercare

Tighnari’s a scientist, so he’s attentive by nature. As soon as you come down from your high, he’s cleaning you up with damp cloths, whispering things like “You did so well,” while his tail coils protectively around your legs. He checks your heartbeat, your breathing, even the dilation of your pupils. Half concerned professional, half doting mate.

B = Body Part (his favorite)

Your neck. Not just because of how pretty it looks exposed—but because it’s where your scent clings the strongest. He’s constantly nuzzling into it, especially during heat. He presses kisses there between thrusts, bites gently when he's close, and loves hearing your moans echo right against his ear when he’s buried in you from behind.

C = Cum

Tighnari’s feral when he’s in heat — he needs to breed. Normally he’s careful, but in the middle of a rut? He fills you over and over until you’re leaking down your thighs, marking you with his scent and cum like instinct demands it. He murmurs things like, “You were made to take me.”

D = Dirty Secret

He logs the dates of your ovulation without telling you. He pretends it’s for research, but he plans his own heats around it. Once, he saved his pheromone-slicked bedding and made you lay in it while he rutted into you from behind.

E = Experience

He’s not extremely experienced, but he's dangerously curious. Once he started sleeping with you, it became a subject of study. He learns what makes you scream, what makes your legs shake, what makes you cry out his name—and he files it all away like a horny scientist.

F = Favorite Position

Mating press. Deep, slow, possessive. His hands on your hips, his nose buried in your neck, tail lashing behind him. But he also likes having you on your side, leg hiked up so he can thrust deep and stroke your clit with his fingers.

G = Goofy

Outside the bedroom, he's sarcastic and smug. In bed? That teasing edge turns mean. He loves seeing you embarrassed and overstimulated. “What’s wrong? You were begging for it five minutes ago,” he coos, brushing his tail between your legs.

H = Hair

He keeps himself neatly groomed, of course. But he loves how messy you get. Loves seeing your hair tangled, cheeks flushed, thighs slick. Might even tangle his fingers in your hair while fucking into you hard enough to make the bed creak.

I = Intimacy

He’s shockingly intimate for someone so logical. Always keeps a hand on you—stroking your stomach, holding your thigh, caressing your back. During his heat cycles, he’s needy and clingy, knotting his fingers with yours while his cock twitches inside you.

J = Jack-off

Tighnari is… disciplined. But when he’s away on expeditions, he steals your panties or a shirt you slept in and uses them to jerk off. He’ll bury his nose in the fabric and grunt out your name, rutting his fist fast and hard.

K = Kinks

—Heat/rut sex: feral, insatiable, almost dangerous.

—Scent marking: he wants you drenched in him.

—Overstimulation: watching you sob from too much is his favorite.

—Brat taming: if you tease him? He'll edge you for hours until you're crying.

—Mating kink: he loves cumming inside.

—Light bondage: tail tied around your wrists, holding you down.

—Breeding obsession: whispers about filling you, watching your belly swell.

L = Location

His den. It’s private, humid, smells like him—and that’s where he loses control. During rut, he’ll lock the door and keep you there for days, only letting you leave when you physically can’t walk anymore.

M = Motivation

Your scent. If you’re in heat, or even just flushed and wet, it drives him insane. He’ll pin you to a tree if he catches your arousal on the wind. Also: moaning his name. If you whimper “Tighnari,” it’s over.

N = NO

He doesn’t like sharing. At all. If someone even looks at you, he’ll growl. Also refuses to hurt you seriously—even during the roughest sex, he checks in with you constantly. No degradation either; he sees you as precious, not trashy.

O = Oral (Receiving/Giving)

He loves giving. His tongue is insanely skilled, and he loves flicking it across your clit while holding your hips down as you buck and cry out. He’ll lap up every drop and tell you what a sweet taste you have—his favorite field study.

P = Pace

Normally? He takes his time—long, deep strokes that make you feel every inch. But when he’s rutting? It’s brutal. Desperate. Fast enough that you can hear skin slapping and the wet squelch of your pussy with each thrust. His claws might even dig into the sheets as he fucks you through wave after wave of orgasm.

Q = Quickies

Not a fan of rushing unless his heat is creeping in. If your scent gets too strong and he doesn’t have time to drag you to his den, he’ll pull you behind a tree and fuck you standing up, growling into your ear about how wet you already are. His tail wraps around your waist to keep you steady.

R = Risk

He won’t do anything that could genuinely hurt you, but he does enjoy the thrill. Sex outside in the forest, low growls against your ear while he knots your hands with his tail—he gets off on the idea of someone hearing you beg. As long as you’re safe, he’s down to push boundaries.

S = Stamina

Through the roof. He’s a forest ranger with a scholar’s brain and a predator’s body. During heat? He’ll go for hours. He’ll make you cum once with his tongue, again with his fingers, and only then will he slide into you. He’ll overstimulate you until your thighs are shaking and you’re crying his name into the pillow.

T = Toys

He doesn’t use many—not when he can do everything with his fingers, tongue, and cock. But if he’s gone on assignment, he’ll leave you a special gift: a dildo molded from his cock, warm to the touch, along with a bottle of his scent-laced slick. “Use it,” he’ll say, “so you don’t forget who owns you.”

U = Unfair

Extremely. He’ll edge you just to hear you whine. He’ll tease your nipples with his fingers while murmuring, “So needy already?” even though he’s the one panting. He loves dragging things out—especially when you’re close and begging. “Say it. Say what you want,” he demands, voice like velvet over thorns.

V = Volume

Tighnari is a grunter. Low, breathy, controlled at first—but when he starts losing it, he’s all growls and curses under his breath. He whispers things like “Mine” and “Take it” with his lips pressed to your neck. During a particularly rough heat session? He whimpers into your skin when he knots inside you.

W = Wild Card

He has a mating nest hidden away—lined with your clothes, blankets that smell like you, and plush cushions. When his heat’s too intense, he’ll drag you there and fuck you for hours, delirious and drunk on your scent. He’ll knot inside and fall asleep still buried in you, tail twitching contentedly.

X = X-Ray (How big is he?)

He’s long, just under 7.5 inches, but not overly thick—his cock curves upward slightly, designed to hit all the right spots. The tip swells slightly during heat, knotting at the base to keep you in place. Veiny, flushed dark with need, and leaks when he’s scent-drunk. You can feel it twitch and swell right before he cums inside.

Y = Yearning

He craves you. Your voice, your scent, the way you whimper his name—he gets physically restless when he’s apart from you. Will touch himself to the thought of you squirming under him, thighs shaking, neck marked. When he sees you again? He pounces.

Z = ZZZ (Sleep)

After sex—especially after heat—he crashes hard. He pulls you against his chest, arms and tail wrapped tightly around you, and passes out with his nose pressed to your skin. If you try to get up, he’ll pull you back in with a lazy, possessive grunt and mumble something about staying put.

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A = Aftercare
He’s surprisingly gentle after the storm. All that brute strength, the rough handling, the way he pounded into you like he was trying to fuck you into the floor? Yeah, once he's done and you're a sweaty, trembling mess, Itto’s scooping you up like you're the most fragile thing alive. Lots of kisses on your cheeks, forehead, chest. He’s laughing, rubbing your back, bringing you water and cuddling you so hard you might pass out on his chest. It’s messy affection, but it’s sincere. “You okay, babe? Damn, I really gave it to ya, huh? Heh—my bad. You’re so fuckin’ hot, I can’t help myself.”

B = Body part (favorite on you & his)
He is obsessed with your tits. He’ll tell you constantly how perfect they are, no matter the size—soft, warm, bouncy, always in his hands or mouth. He’ll bury his face between them when you’re lying down, groaning like he’s in heaven. He plays with them during foreplay, during sex, and especially when you’re riding him. “Fuck, baby, these perfect tits were made for me.” His favorite part on himself? His abs—he’s always showing them off, flexing, letting you touch and kiss them. But also his arms, because he loves how much you melt when he pins you down with one hand.

C = Cum
Itto is a huge cum guy. Loud about it, messy with it, obsessed with the idea of filling you up. He gets so turned on by the image of his cum leaking out of you afterward that sometimes he’ll finger it back in with this cocky grin like, “Nah, not done with ya yet.” He cums a lot, too—enough to make you gasp the first time, hot and thick and so much. Loves watching you swallow it when you suck him off. He’ll moan like a pornstar and call you “so fuckin’ good to me, baby.”

D = Dirty Talk
He does not shut up during sex. Itto’s the kind of guy who talks the entire time—hyping you up, groaning about how good you feel, telling you exactly what he’s going to do to you in that deep, rough voice. He’s a big fan of pet names, too:
“Yeah, that’s it, baby.”
“Take it all for me, good fuckin’ girl.”
“You’re squeezin’ me so damn tight—how’re you still this wet?”
It’s shameless, messy, and ridiculously hot. And if you talk back? Moan his name, beg for more, praise him? He’ll lose it and fuck you even harder.

E = Experience
He’s not exactly a seasoned pro, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm and a naturally filthy mind. He’s had sex before, sure, but no one’s ever made him feel the way you do, and that makes every encounter feel new. He’s eager to learn what you like and once he figures it out? You’re done. He’ll perfect it, push it, and milk every whimper out of you like it’s his personal mission.

F = Favorite Position
Mating press—no contest. He loves pinning you down, spreading your legs, and pounding into you with everything he’s got while watching your tits bounce and your eyes roll back. He wants to be deep, close, and absolutely buried inside you. That, and titfucking. He gets this cocky smirk every time you press your tits together and let him slide between them like he owns you.
Runner-up? Reverse cowgirl—he loves watching your ass while you bounce on him, moaning and gripping his thighs for balance.

G = Goofy
Itto’s a himbo, so yeah—he gets goofy sometimes. He’ll make dumb jokes when you’re getting undressed, laugh when something silly happens, or give your ass a loud smack with a stupid sound effect. But it’s never to ruin the mood—it’s just him. His energy is playful, but the moment you moan a little too sweet or clench around him? Switch flipped. He’s groaning in your ear and driving into you like a beast.

H = Hair
He has a trimmed trail leading down from his abs, but otherwise, things are natural. He doesn’t shave—just keeps it clean and soft. He’ll tease you about wanting to see more of him, then drop his pants and go, “Bet you weren’t ready for all this, huh?”
And he loves your hair—especially if he can grab it or tug on it a little while kissing you. Loves it when it’s messy from his hands or your headboard.

I = Intimacy
For all his big talk, Itto is a huge softie underneath. When he’s not in feral, horny mode, he’s holding your hand during slow thrusts, brushing your hair back, whispering how much he loves you. Sex isn’t just fun—it’s a way to feel close. He’ll kiss you like it’s the first time, pull you into his chest afterward, and trace circles on your skin like he never wants to stop touching you.
“You’re everything to me, ya know that? I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

J = Jack off
Oh, he’s definitely touched himself thinking about you—and he’s not shy about telling you either. He’ll say it right to your face:
“Was thinkin’ about those tits last night… got so worked up I had to handle it myself. Wanna see how bad you get me, babe?”
But once he’s had you? He’ll still jerk off when you’re not around, but it’s never as good. He’s addicted to the real thing.

K = Kink (detailed)
Itto’s biggest kinks? Breeding, strength play, praise, titfucking, and size difference—and he combines all of them in the filthiest ways.
He loves knowing he can manhandle, lift, pin, and use you. Not in a degrading way (he worships you), but in a primal, possessive way. He’ll whisper things like:
“Look at you, lettin’ me fold you in half like that… so good for me. So tiny. So perfect.”
Breeding kink? Insane. He’s obsessed with cumming inside. Every time he fills you up, he groans like it’s the best part of his day. “Gonna pump you so full, babe. Gonna make sure you’re dripping with me.”
He’s also extremely into your tits—not just looking at them, but sucking, squeezing, rubbing his cock between them while you look up at him with that innocent expression. He loses it when you press them together and let him fuck them. “God, look at this—my cock between your perfect tits? You’re fuckin’ unreal.”
And the praise kink runs deep. He needs to hear how good he’s making you feel, how big he is, how full you are—and he’ll melt when you call him your big, strong oni.

L = Location
Anywhere with a wall or a surface strong enough to hold you. He’ll fuck you up against a tree in the woods, bend you over a table at the Arataki Gang hideout, or pin you to the shower tiles at your place. He loves risky spots—he gets off on the idea of someone hearing you. Especially if it’s someone who knows what’s happening and can’t do a thing about it.

M = Motivation
He’s horny almost constantly, but what really gets him going is you teasing him without even trying. Your soft little moans, the way you stretch, the way your tits bounce when you’re not wearing a bra? Deadly. He’s also weak to compliments. Call him handsome, praise his strength, say you need him? He’s already halfway undressed.

N = No
Itto’s got a hard line at degradation, name-calling, or anything that actually hurts you emotionally or physically. He can be rough in bed, sure, but it’s always with love. Anything that makes you feel disrespected or unsafe? Absolute no-go. “I don’t care how horny we are—if you’re not feelin’ it, we’re stoppin’. Period.”

O = Oral (giving & receiving)
Itto lives to eat you out. He dives in face-first, groaning like a man starved. Big hands spreading your thighs, holding you still as his tongue works in deep, hungry strokes. He’s sloppy, wet, messy—licking, sucking, making out with your pussy like he wants to drown in it. His nose nuzzles your clit, tongue fucking you deep, and when you cum? He keeps going, determined to taste every last drop.
As for receiving? He loves getting head, but only when you want it. If you get on your knees and take him into your mouth, eyes wide, tits pushed together while you stroke him? He’s done. He’ll fist your hair and whimper. “Ohhh fuuuck, baby, your mouth’s too good…”

P = Pace
Fast. Relentless. This man jackhammers you like his life depends on it. His rhythm is deep, powerful, and fucking mean—especially if you’ve been teasing him or wearing something cute. But he’ll slow it down if you ask, or when he’s feeling soft. He loves when you ride him too—slow and grinding, your tits in his face while you moan his name? He’s gripping your hips like he’s about to explode.

Q = Quickie
Yes. Hell yes. All the time. Against walls, over tables, behind buildings, on top of his desk. He’ll pull your panties to the side and stuff you full in seconds, whispering in your ear:
“Quick one, yeah? Just gotta feel you around me, babe. Can’t wait.”
Quickies with Itto still hit hard—he doesn’t know how to hold back. You’ll walk away on shaky legs every time.

R = Risk
Massive risk taker. He loves the idea of getting caught. The thrill of someone hearing your moans or seeing you leave his tent with bite marks and a limp? He gets off on it. He’ll bend you over in the woods, press you to a wall at a festival, or sneak into your room at the inn just to fuck you with a hand over your mouth. “Quiet now, sweetheart… don’t want the others hearin’ how good I’m fuckin’ you.”

S = Stamina
Endless. Oni strength + horny brain = a man who can go for hours. One round? Never enough. He’ll cum, breathe for maybe two seconds, then get hard again just from the way your tits bounce when you shift under him. He’s insatiable. If you let him, he’ll keep going until you’re overstimulated and crying, and still ask for one more.
“C’mon, angel… one more. You can do it for me, can’t ya?”

T = Toys
Not super into toys yet, but open to exploring. He loves the idea of using a vibrator on your clit while he fucks you, just to see you squirm. He might also try restraints (like holding your wrists down or using his belt) for fun, but nothing too intense. Mostly, he wants to be the one wrecking you with his cock and strength.

U = Unusual (weird turn-ons)
He’s wildly turned on by the sound of your heartbeat. Whenever you lay on his chest or he rests his head on your tits and hears it thumping, he gets all soft… then hard. It makes him feel protective and possessive, like “that heart’s beatin’ just for me.” Also? Loves watching you eat. Something about your lips and the satisfied little sounds you make? He wants to shove his cock in your mouth right after.

V = Volume
Loud as fuck. Itto moans, growls, curses—he’s a vocal mess during sex. You’ll get a full stream of grunts, praise, and helpless groans every time he slides into you. When he cums? He roars. Like, yells. Sometimes has to cover his own mouth to keep from waking the whole camp. And he lives for your noises—moan a little louder, and he’ll fuck you harder just to hear it again.

W = Wild card
Sometimes he gets so overwhelmed by how much he loves you, he’ll drop to his knees, kiss your thighs, your stomach, your tits, and beg to worship you. Not even about fucking—just wants to feel you, love you, praise your body while he touches himself to the sight of you squirming and flushed.
“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… you don’t even know what you do to me.”

X = X-Ray (what’s he packin’?)
You knew he was big—he's literally a massive oni. But nothing could prepare you for the first time you saw it. He’s thick, long, and intimidating, with a slight upward curve and prominent veins that pulse when he’s hard. Easily 9 to 10 inches, maybe more if you get him riled up. And that curve? Hits deep. The first time he slid it in, he had to go slow because you were shaking, stretched to your limit. He moaned so loud when he bottomed out. “Fuck, babe… you takin’ all of me? Look at you, damn—my pretty little champ.”
Don’t worry, he’ll ruin you lovingly.

Y = Yearning
Constantly horny for you. Thirsty doesn’t begin to cover it. You walk into the room? He’s hard. You stretch? He’s growling. You press up against him? He’s dry humping you like a teenager. He wants to touch you all the time—hands on your waist, squeezing your ass, sneaking fingers under your top to cup your tits. He’s always thinking about sex… but he’s also thinking about you.

Z = ZZZ (how he falls asleep)
After sex, he’s a big, sweaty oni cuddle monster. Pulls you into his chest, arms wrapped tight, one hand still lazily cupping your boob. He falls asleep fast, totally relaxed, with a little smile on his face and your name murmured against your neck. He sleeps best after making you cum so hard you can’t walk.

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A – Aftercare
Pierro may be cold and unreadable during the act, but afterward? He’s surprisingly meticulous. He’ll clean you up with a damp cloth, massage your thighs with rough, gloved hands, then quietly wrap you in a fur-lined robe and pull you to his chest. No words, just a firm kiss to your temple and the quiet hum of his breath. He believes care is shown, not spoken.

B – Body part
He’s obsessed with your neck and collarbones. There's something about how vulnerable that area is—so delicate, so open, so yours—and yet, he can wrap a hand around your throat and feel your pulse hammering beneath his palm. He leaves kisses there often, slow and calculated, sometimes biting down hard enough to mark. Your clavicle is his canvas—bruises, teeth marks, hickeys. That’s where he brands you. When you're laid bare before him, flushed and panting, he always starts there, licking and mouthing over your skin like he’s tasting ownership.

He likes when you're wearing something low-cut—just to see the faint evidence of what he did to you the night before. He knows people can see. And he wants them to.

C – Cum
Pierro is deliberate. He finishes inside, always. It’s possessive—like a signature. Whether it’s your mouth, your cunt, or your thighs, he wants to see his cum on you. Expect long, drawn-out groans as he finishes—rarely vocal, but deep. Oh, and he loves making you keep it in—plug or not. His eyes darken every time you twitch from it leaking out.

D – Dirty talk
His dirty talk is controlled and calculated. Think:

“You exist for me. This body? It’s mine. Do you understand?”
Delivered in a quiet, gravel-rich baritone while he’s rearranging your guts. He’ll call you “darling,” “pet,” or just “mine.” He doesn’t ramble—every word is a command, a weight. He’ll degrade if you like it, but never insult. His dominance is laced with reverence.

E – Experience
Oh, he’s very experienced. This man has decades of practice, and he knows every way to make you beg without even undressing you. He's not into flings—he takes sex seriously. You're not just a fuck. You're his, and he takes that responsibility with the same intensity he takes war.

F – Favorite position
Against the wall, your legs wrapped around him, his gloved hand gripping your throat just enough to make your breath stutter. Or from behind, your chest pressed to furs while he pounds into you, muttering broken possessives into your ear. He wants control. He likes seeing your face twist in pleasure, but he also adores the way your body folds beneath him.

G – Goofy
Not even a little. He’s intense, serious, and fully immersed in the moment. His version of “light” is a low smirk when he catches you trying to be bratty. You’ll regret it. His gaze alone could pin you to the bed.

H – Hair
He’s well-groomed—clean, minimal body hair, but he’s not hairless. He’s not overly concerned with it. On you, he prefers whatever makes you confident, but might idly run his fingers over your bare skin if you shave. It’s not a turn-on or off—he’s into you, not aesthetics.

I – Intimacy
When he trusts you? It’s earth-shattering. He holds your gaze, strokes your face, and takes his time. He may not say “I love you,” but he worships you with every touch. He treats intimacy like a sacred ritual, especially when he lets his guard down and shows softness no one else gets to see.

J – Jack off
He doesn’t do it often. His control is airtight, but when he does, it’s always while thinking about you. Usually in the early hours of the morning, quietly stroking himself to the memory of how you sounded the last time he fucked you dumb. He always finishes with a quiet grunt and clenched teeth.

K – Kink 

• Power exchange / Domination: Pierro owns you in every way. Sex is his battlefield and he wins every time—with you trembling beneath him.

• Breeding kink: He wants you pregnant. Even if it’s not physically possible, he’ll say things like, “Take it. I want you full of me.” It’s psychological. He needs to claim you that deeply.

• Glove kink: He keeps his gloves on and will finger you with them, whispering about how soft and ruined you look taking them.

• Overstimulation: He loves watching you sob through another orgasm, forcing you to take more when you beg him to stop.

• Temperature play: Cold hands sliding down your stomach. Icy fingers between your thighs. His body radiates winter and he loves watching you squirm under the chill.

L – Location
Private, controlled spaces. His chambers. A secure office. Somewhere no one dares enter. He doesn’t do public—he’s too possessive to let anyone else see you fall apart for him.

M – Motivation
He’s driven by dominance and possession—but also a quiet need to connect. When he feels overwhelmed with stress or political pressure, he seeks you out. Fucking you is how he re-centers—it reminds him of what’s his, what’s real. And also if you're wearing something that shows his "love bites" from the night before

N – No
He won’t degrade in ways that insult your intelligence or self-worth. No humiliation. No blood play. No casualness, either—he doesn’t share, and he doesn’t do “meaningless.” Ever.

O – Oral
He gives rarely, but when he does, it’s mind-blowing. Tongue slow and deep, fingers digging into your thighs, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you like a promise. Receiving? He loves it, but only if you want to. He’ll growl your name if you’re messy with it, pet your head while praising you lowly.

P – Pace
Controlled. Powerful. Deliberate. He can go slow and sensual if he wants, but he usually prefers a steady, rough rhythm that leaves you boneless and spent.

Q – Quickie
If he has to—sure. Up against a wall with your panties shoved aside. But he prefers to take his time. Quickies don’t allow for enough control or ruin.

R – Risk
He’s not reckless—but he likes a bit of danger. Getting caught? No. But tying you up with your wrists to the bed, whispering threats while edging you for hours? Absolutely.

S – Stamina
Unholy. He can go for hours, especially if he hasn’t touched you in a while. Doesn’t even break a sweat. You’ll pass out before he’s even close to done. And that’s exactly how he likes it.

T – Toys
He owns a drawer full—for you. Vibrating plugs, silk ties, clamps. He won’t use anything until you’ve given full consent, but once you do? He’ll introduce them slowly, teasing you with them until you cry.

U – Unusual
He’s into scent marking—not just in a primal way, but through sweat, sex, even gifting you his clothes. He likes when you smell like him. It’s a subtle way of owning you.

V – Volume
Quiet. Deep, rumbling groans and breathy grunts. You won’t get loud from him, but his tone? It'll wreck you. Every curse he mutters sounds like it was pulled from the back of his throat just for you.

W – Wild card
Pierro loves when you try to act in control—just so he can break you down. Bratting? Trying to top? He’ll let you think you’re in charge for five seconds, then flip the script and destroy you with one hand pinning your wrists. He lives to remind you who owns your pleasure.

X – X-Ray 
He’s huge—lengthy and thick with a heavy curve. Slight upward tilt, enough to bully your g-spot. Definitely veiny. Definitely knows how to use it. You feel every inch.

Y – Yearning
He won’t say it, but he needs you constantly. He’ll find excuses to drag you to his quarters. It’s not even always sexual—he just needs your presence to quiet the chaos in his head. But when it is sexual? He can’t keep his hands off you.

Z – Zzz
He falls asleep with one arm wrapped around you tight, your head on his chest. You’re his safe space. He sleeps like a war dog off-duty—only when you're beside him.

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A = Aftercare
He’s all over you after—kisses to your collarbone, soft “Are you okay?” whispered into your neck, gently petting your hair or tail wrapped around your thigh. You always end up holding him, because he’s all gooey and clingy post-sex, practically purring when you rub his ears.

B = Body Part
He’s obsessed with your chest. Loves burying his face there, whimpering against your skin while he fucks into you. If you tug his hair and pull him down to suck on your breasts? He’ll moan like he’s about to lose it. Your nipples, the way they react to his mouth, how your chest bounces when he thrusts—it drives him feral in the softest way. He’d die happy if you smothered him there.

C = Cum
A total mess. He cums deep, hard, and it always makes him whimper and twitch, like he’s short-circuiting. You praise him while he's filling you up and he practically cries. He loves cumming inside you—something about the intimacy, the warmth, the way you squeeze around him right after, makes him go completely dumb.

D = Dirty Secret
He touches himself while whispering “Mistress” into his pillow. He’ll rut against the sheets and imagine your voice commanding him—telling him to be good, to go faster, to finish for you. He’s come untouched just from thinking about you using him like a toy.

E = Experience
Not much before you, but once he’s with you? He learns fast. He listens to every word, obeys every command, and tries so hard to get it right. He’s desperate to please, desperate to be called “good boy.” That alone turns him into a quick learner.

F = Favorite Position
Missionary—but with your hands gripping his hair or tugging his ears while he’s inside you, moaning into your mouth. He wants to see your face when he’s being good.
Also loves being straddled, especially when you take charge and use him how you want—he'll still thrust up into you, all desperate and red-faced.

G = Goofy
He’s not goofy during sex—he’s too focused on making you feel good. But afterward? He gets all bashful and whiny, hiding his face against your chest like, “Was I really making those sounds…?”

H = Hair
Down there? He keeps it trimmed. His fur and hair are soft, though, and you love grabbing his fluffy ears when he’s about to cum. He yelps. Every. Time.

I = Intimacy
It’s everything. Even when it’s filthy, rough, or a little degrading, it’s still deeply intimate to him. He’ll cry from how good it feels—not just physically, but emotionally. Your praise breaks him every time.

J = Jack Off
Rarely—he prefers waiting for you. But if he has to, he does it while imagining you scolding him for being such a desperate, needy pup. He comes embarrassingly fast when he thinks about you using him like a toy.

K = Kink

Power dynamics – He lives to be under you, even if he’s technically topping.

Praise kink – “Good boy,” “such a good little soldier,” “you’re doing so well for me” = instant orgasm.

Light petplay – Call him your good pup and tug his tail. You will ruin him.

Degradation (soft) – A little teasing? A little “You’re so desperate, huh?” while he moans and begs? Yes. He loves it.

L = Location
His favorite place to fuck is your tent or room—private, quiet, where he can whimper and moan freely. But if you whisper in his ear during a patrol or mission? He’ll get hard immediately and beg for a “reward” later.

M = Motivation
You in his lap. You calling him “General” in that voice. You sitting on his face. You commanding him to fuck you. He’ll do anything to make you proud—just praise him and he’ll move heaven and earth for you.

N = NO
He’s not into being mean. He doesn’t want to hurt you or degrade you harshly. Also hard no to anything non-consensual or truly humiliating—he might love being submissive, but he still has pride.

O = Oral
Giving – Obsessed. Will whine if you deny him the chance to eat you out. His tongue is skilled, desperate, and eager.
Receiving – Super sensitive and gets flustered easily, but if you pin him and tell him to stay still while you suck him off? He’ll fall in love all over again.

P = Pace
Fast and deep—but so needy. He moans and stutters, hips snapping into you as if he’s chasing your praise. He’s strong, but his rhythm gets messy when he’s close.

Q = Quickie
He loves them, but they leave him a trembling mess for the rest of the day. If you drag him into a secluded tent and whisper “Be quiet or someone will hear,” he’ll nod eagerly and bite your shoulder to muffle his cries.

R = Risk
Gorou’s cautious in public, but a little risk? Like you grabbing his thigh under the table? Or whispering in his ear during a meeting? That’ll have him panting and looking for the nearest excuse to escape with you.

S = Stamina
Very high stamina—he’s a soldier, after all—but mentally? You wreck him. He can go several rounds if you let him rest a bit in between and give him water and cuddles.

T = Toys
He’s open to toys, especially ones you use on him. He’s obsessed with being edged, overstimmed, and bossed around while you ride a toy between his legs or deny him until he begs.

U = Unfair
You tease him. And he loves it. Say things like “You’re shaking so much, baby. You gonna cry just from fucking me?” and he’ll make the prettiest noises.

V = Volume
Loud. Whimpers, gasps, moans, his breath hitching when you squeeze around him. He tries to stay quiet, especially if others are nearby, but he’s terrible at it.

W = Wild Card
One time, you made him sit pretty on his knees and beg to fuck you. He did it so earnestly—tail wagging, eyes pleading—that you almost gave in too fast. But watching him pant and twitch while holding back? Life-changing.

X = X-Ray
He’s average length but thick, and slightly curved upward. He hits all the right spots when he’s trying to make you scream his name. Bonus: his knot swells when he’s close and he always asks so sweetly before he ties with you.

Y = Yearning
Oh, he’s desperate for you. The way he looks at you across camp—like he’d fall to his knees if you crooked your finger at him. He’ll drop everything for your touch, your voice, your body. You say “Come,” and he runs.

Z = ZZZ
Curls around you post-sex, half-asleep within minutes, still panting and saying “Thank you, Mistress…” with a sleepy smile. His tail usually wraps around your leg without him even realizing.

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A = Aftercare
Albedo approaches aftercare with the same delicate precision he uses when handling fragile alchemical ingredients. The moment your body relaxes beneath him, he’s already gathering warm towels, murmuring soft questions against your skin to make sure you're comfortable. His hands are steady as he cleans you, leaving slow, tender kisses on every bruise, scratch, and mark he’s left behind—“You’re extraordinary...” he murmurs, almost to himself, as if you’re a masterpiece he’s still studying.

B = Body part
Your hips and thighs utterly entrance him—the way they curve, tremble, and press together shyly under his touch. He often trails his gloved fingers along your outer thighs absentmindedly during breaks in his work, cataloging every reaction you give him. When he’s feeling particularly indulgent, he’ll coax your legs apart just to pepper your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses, watching your breath hitch every time his lips brush a little higher.

C = Cum
Albedo’s control often keeps him measured, but when he finally lets go, he’s messy and almost desperate. He loves painting your skin with his release—your belly, your breasts, your inner thighs—almost as if marking you is a scientific claim over you. He watches the way it drips down your curves with rapt fascination before gently wiping it away with the reverence of an artist caring for his canvas.

D = Dirty Secret
You’ve inspired something dangerous and tender in him—obsession disguised as curiosity. He’s filled pages of his private journals with intimate sketches of your body, sometimes sleeping, sometimes writhing in pleasure. Each drawing is labeled with little notes like: “the tremble here indicates peak arousal” or “more study needed on reaction to neck stimulation.” He tells himself it’s research—but the way his fingers shake while sketching betrays a much deeper hunger.

E = Experience
Before you, Albedo’s experiences were limited to theoretical knowledge—cold, clinical facts about intimacy. With you, he’s a fast learner: every sigh, every gasp you gift him is cataloged and filed away. He doesn't just want you to feel good; he needs to master the art of you, to break you apart with precision until you’re nothing but a shivering mess in his arms, whispering his name like a prayer.

F = Favorite position
He loves anything that keeps your face in full view—he wants to watch you unravel.

• Lotus (you straddling his lap while he’s seated) is a personal favorite; it lets him kiss you deeply while feeling every desperate grind of your hips.

• He also enjoys holding you up slightly while in missionary, using his strength to angle you perfectly so he can sink deep, kiss your trembling lips, and murmur, “Just like that, love... Let me see you.”

G = Goofy
Not traditionally goofy, but endearingly awkward at times. In the middle of a heated moment, he might casually mutter things like, "Your pulse is elevated approximately twenty-two percent," with complete seriousness, making you dissolve into helpless laughter. He blinks at you innocently, wondering what he said wrong before finally smiling—a rare, devastating thing.

H = Hair
He keeps himself perfectly neat, almost military in precision—until you’re involved.
When you're clutching at him, tugging at his pale, silken hair while he’s buried between your thighs, Albedo’s careful composure crumbles. Afterward, seeing your hands fisted in his tousled hair, he secretly hopes you’ll do it again.

I = Intimacy
Albedo is overwhelmingly tender. His love isn't expressed through grand gestures but through small, consistent acts: the way he brushes hair from your face mid-kiss, the way he murmurs your name with a breathless kind of awe every time you climax. To him, intimacy isn’t just about the physical—it’s about memorizing every inch of you with unyielding devotion.

J = Jack off
He doesn’t indulge often. When he does, it’s because he physically can’t think straight anymore—when memories of your flushed skin and broken moans hijack his focus mid-research. Even then, he’s clinical at first, stroking himself with slow, practiced movements... until he imagines your mouth, your touch, your voice trembling as you beg for him—and then he loses control completely.

K = Kink

• Body worship: He wants to memorize every inch of you, treating your body like the most sacred text he’s ever studied.

• Praise: Soft, devastating praise—“You’re perfect. You were made for me.”

• Orgasm control: He loves teasing you right to the edge, holding you there, whispering how good you are for him.

• Sensory play: Blindfolds, feather-light touches, playing with temperatures (hot wax, ice cubes)—he loves experimenting with how your body reacts.

L = Location
He prefers private, controlled environments—his laboratory, his personal chambers, somewhere he can savor you fully without interruption. Still, when he's especially worked up, the idea of taking you against a cluttered worktable, surrounded by unfinished alchemical projects, makes his breath hitch.

M = Motivation
The little things—your laughter, the absent-minded way you twirl your hair, the soft noises you make when you think no one is listening. He’s constantly simmering with low-burning lust, perfectly hidden under that cool, composed exterior... until one too many small gestures shatter it and he’s pulling you onto his lap, starving for you.

N = No
He would never mock, degrade, or humiliate you. He treasures you far too much—handling you like fragile gold, ensuring you feel desired and worshiped, never anything less.

O = Oral (giving/receiving)

• Giving: He’s insatiable. Treats going down on you like sacred worship, taking his time, teasing you to the brink with slow, languid licks. He narrates your reactions in soft, filthy whispers: “You’re so responsive... just a little more, darling.”

• Receiving: He rarely asks, but if you insist, he unravels—his hands fisting the sheets, his chest rising and falling as he tries and fails to maintain his composure.

P = Pace
Calculated slow at first, savoring every gasp and twitch. But once he feels you losing yourself—begging, arching—his restraint snaps, and he pounds into you with punishing, measured thrusts that leave you sobbing his name.

Q = Quickie
Not his preferred style. However, if he’s deprived of you for too long, he’ll corner you somewhere semi-private (maybe a quiet alcove in the lab) and have you whimpering against the cold wall while he drives into you with furious, silent intensity.

R = Risk
He’s careful to avoid discovery—unless he’s been particularly consumed by you, where even the risk of being caught only fuels him further. He’s fascinated by the idea of you trying to keep quiet while he ruins you somewhere forbidden.

S = Stamina
Ridiculously high.
He can and will keep you trembling for hours, alternating between intense sessions and periods of slow, gentle overstimulation that leave you dazed and teary-eyed from too much pleasure.

T = Toys
As an alchemist, he’s inventive. He’s absolutely introduced discreet, custom-made toys into the bedroom: vibrating crystals, enchanted ropes, cooling and warming lotions. He studies their effects on you with thinly veiled hunger, adjusting until you’re falling apart in his arms.

U = Unfair
A master of teasing—he’ll kiss everywhere except where you need it, drag his fingers just shy of your core, and whisper clinical observations in that low, maddening voice: “You’re close. I can feel the tension in your muscles.”—all while denying you release until you’re sobbing and begging.

V = Volume
Quiet, but devastating.
Soft groans, low growls, and sharp, broken gasps right against your ear. The filthiest words—*“I want to watch you break for me again”—*are delivered in a voice so calm and breathy it wrecks you even more.

W = Wild Card
He fantasizes about leaving subtle marks on you that only he knows about—hidden bruises, bite marks under your clothes, little reminders that you belong to him. Sometimes, he even paints small alchemical sigils onto your skin in invisible ink, smiling to himself at the thought.

X = X-Ray (What his dick looks like)
Albedo is deceptively well-endowed—not absurdly huge, but enough to stretch you deliciously full every time he sinks into you.
He’s a little thicker at the base, with elegant, slightly prominent veins that throb against your walls when he’s fully hard. His cock curves upward slightly, perfectly angled to rub against the most sensitive parts of you

Y = Yearning
It’s a slow, steady ache he buries under his work. But when he touches you, kisses you—it devours him.
He needs to learn you, map you, own every trembling gasp until you forget anything that isn’t him.

Z = Zzz (Sleep)
Albedo falls asleep holding you loosely at first—more out of habit than intimacy. But even the smallest shift from you makes him stir and instinctively tighten his arms around your waist, pulling you back into his chest with a sleepy, content hum.

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A = Aftercare
Pantalone is indulgent, not tender. He’ll run you a bath, feed you fruits, and wrap you in silk robes — but it’s more about maintaining his prized possession than any emotional softness. He’ll press a kiss to your temple and murmur, “You did so well for me, my sweet little investment,” as if you performed just for his pleasure — and you did.

B = Body Part (Favorite)
Your mouth. He adores how obediently you open for him — whether it's to speak, moan, or take his cock down your throat. He’ll grip your jaw, thumb swiping across your lips like he owns them (because he does), and say, “Such a beautiful asset. It should be used more often... on me.”

C = Cum
He loves to mark you. Inside you, across your thighs, over your stomach — wherever he finishes, it’s intentional. A signature of ownership. He’s smug watching it drip from you after he’s pulled out, and he’ll tilt your chin up and say, “Don’t wipe it. That’s what you’re meant to carry.”

D = Dirty Talk
Filthy, articulate, and cutting — Pantalone degrades with precision. He’ll call you his slut, his whore, his favorite little profit, all while praising your obedience. “So eager for me. Is that all it takes to ruin you? A little wealth, a little cock, and you’re putty in my hands.”

E = Experience
Extremely experienced and unashamed. He knows exactly how to touch, tease, and torment. He doesn’t rush — he savors. You’re a long-term investment, after all, and he intends to make you feel every second of his attention.

F = Favorite Position
Pantalone prefers positions where he’s in control — and where he can watch you. Bent over his desk with your legs spread and cheek pressed to the polished wood is a favorite. So is having you straddle him in his lap, silk dress hiked up, his gloved hands guiding your hips while he whispers, “Ride me like you’re earning your keep, sweetheart.”

G = Goofy
Never. Pantalone doesn’t “do” goofy — even in the bedroom. His laughter, when it comes, is low and condescending, usually in response to your trembling or desperate begging. “Look at you,” he chuckles, “begging like I haven’t given you everything.” If you do manage to get him to smile genuinely, it’s a rare and dangerous sight — like a knife disguised as a kiss.

H = Hair
Always immaculately styled, and he expects the same from you — unless he’s the one ruining it. He likes to fist your hair during oral or pull your head back while he fucks you from behind. Afterward, he’ll smooth it down again, almost mockingly gentle. “We can’t have anyone thinking I don’t take care of what’s mine.”

I = Intimacy
Pantalone redefines intimacy — for him, it's about control and exclusivity. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings; he locks a necklace around your throat. He doesn’t cuddle; he keeps you in his lap with a glass of wine, stroking your thigh as he negotiates contracts. But in his own way, he’s fully devoted — you’re his most precious possession, and he never lets you forget it.

J = Jack Off
Rarely — why would he need to, when you’re always available for him? But if he does, it’s deliberate and degrading: he’ll make you watch. Gloved hand wrapped around his cock, voice silky as he says, “Isn’t this what you wanted? To see what you’re missing when you act like a brat?” And you’ll beg for a taste before he lets you clean it up.

K = Kink
Power imbalance. Pantalone thrives on having total control — over your body, your pleasure, your needs. He loves obedience, orgasm denial, and dressing you in expensive lingerie just to tear it off. He owns you in every way, and nothing gets him harder than hearing you call him sir with flushed cheeks and shaking thighs. “Good girl,” he’ll purr, “you’re learning your place.”

L = Location
Anywhere opulent. His private estate, atop velvet sheets; a hidden alcove at a banquet, fucking you while others toast his wealth; even his office, where every surface becomes your altar. He wants you to associate luxury with submission — silk, marble, money… and his cock deep inside you.

M = Motivation
Control and adoration. He wants to see you undone by him, by his hands, voice, wealth — not because he doubts your devotion, but because it affirms his power. Your moans are proof of his dominance. Your tears, your shaking, your broken whimpers? Profit.

N = No
He respects hard limits with a sharp, almost businesslike precision — but he will push you to your edge. Emotional manipulation, psychological teasing, prolonged edging — these are his games. But when you say “stop” seriously, everything halts immediately, his tone cool and calculating: “Understood. Let me clean you up.”

O = Oral (Giving/Receiving)
Receiving — he considers it your duty. He’ll sit back, legs spread, eyes lidded while you kneel prettily between them, taking his cock down your throat. He’ll praise and hum low, petting your head like he’s rewarding a well-trained pet.
Giving — he’s precise. Not about you feeling good, but about watching you fall apart. He’ll eat you out with cruel patience, holding your thighs wide and murmuring economics metaphors between licks: “You’re dripping, my dear. Would you say this is a return on my investment?”

P = Pace
Measured. Calculated. Devastating. Pantalone takes his time not because he’s gentle, but because he enjoys watching you break. He’ll thrust slow and deep while holding your legs apart, keeping eye contact, relishing every tremble, every bitten-back sob. And when he’s close? He’ll snap his hips harder, forcing your orgasm out with his, voice sharp and low: “Come. Now. Obey.”

Q = Quickie
Only if he initiates it. You don’t get to crawl into his lap like a needy little thing and demand anything. But if he’s bored in a meeting or pissed off by someone’s incompetence, he’ll pull you into the nearest private space, bend you over a polished table, and take what he needs. Your lipstick smeared, your thighs shaking, and your cunt soaked is his favorite stress relief.

R = Risk
He doesn’t mind being caught — in fact, he likes the idea of someone knowing you’re his. Silent fucks behind a curtain at a masquerade. Your muffled moans in his lap while he signs papers. The risk excites him because the power imbalance does too. You’re not allowed to stop — not until he’s finished. “Do keep quiet, darling. My reputation matters. Yours, however… is mine to spend.”

S = Stamina
Inhuman. He can go for hours, and often does — not because he needs to, but because you do. He’ll edge you mercilessly, fuck you until your body gives out, and then carry you to bed like nothing happened. You’ll be shaking, crying, blissed-out — and he’ll smile down at you, pristine, voice like velvet: “What’s wrong, my little treasure? You wanted this.”

T = Toys
Oh, he has an entire drawer. Expensive, custom-made, often engraved with his symbol. Vibrating panties for dinner parties. Gilded plugs. Delicate restraints lined in velvet. And he loves using them when he’s not around — locking you into a toy and leaving you dripping in his absence, then returning just to whisper, “Have you learned your lesson, or do I need to remind you who you belong to?”

U = Unfair
Pantalone is never fair — not in business, not in bed. He’ll edge you for hours, holding a vibrator to your clit until you’re sobbing, then turn it off right before you climax. He’ll promise reward if you behave, then change the rules mid-game. “Life isn’t fair, my dear. Why should your pleasure be?” he purrs while you cry into his silk sheets.

V = Volume
He’s not loud — but he makes you loud. He speaks low, intimate, always in control, murmuring filth against your ear as you struggle to stay coherent. “Everyone outside this door can hear how desperate you are for me,” he says, smirking as you wail his name. If you go quiet, he punishes you. He wants you to scream — for him.

W = Wild Card
He’s a man of indulgence — sometimes that means fucking you while counting mora just to prove he can multitask. Sometimes it means making you wear a collar with his sigil to a formal event under your dress. He might lend you out as bait in a negotiation, only to fuck you within earshot of his rivals minutes later. He’s twisted, calculating, and always ten steps ahead. You're his pawn and his queen.

X = X-Ray (What’s under the clothes)
He’s thick and long, with veins you can feel when he’s inside you. Not monstrous — elegant and made to stretch you just right. He grooms meticulously, always clean, always smelling of wealth: expensive cologne, leather, and power. And the moment he undoes his belt? You’re already drooling, trained by need and repetition.

Y = Yearning
He never shows it. But it’s there, under every controlled touch — a desperation to own you fully. To brand your soul the way he’s already claimed your body. He doesn’t miss you like a lover might — he obsesses. Strategizes. Controls. His yearning is cold fire: “You are mine. I will never let you go. And the day you try?” His gloves tighten. “You’ll learn what loss feels like.”

Z = Zzz (Sleep)
He doesn't sleep immediately — he watches you. Draped over him, fucked out and twitching in your sleep, his little investment spent and satisfied. He strokes your hair, memorizing the way you breathe. “Good girl,” he whispers. “I’ll build you a world where you never need anything again… except me.”

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A = Aftercare
Surprisingly tender. Kaeya’s the type to go so hard during sex that once you both collapse, he takes a few minutes to gather you up in his arms and lazily murmur praise into your ear. He’ll help clean you up with a warm cloth, massage your legs if they’re trembling, and wrap you in his fur-lined cape like it’s some makeshift blanket. You get water and kisses—you earned both.

B = Body part
He’s obsessed with your back. Specifically, your shoulder blades and spine—he loves pinning you face-down, dragging his tongue up your vertebrae, and watching your muscles twitch when you arch. He’ll dig his teeth right between your shoulder and neck, especially if you're trying to stay quiet. Your back is a roadmap to sin for him.

C = Cum
Kaeya’s possessive. He comes inside if he can, always with a cocky smirk and a whisper like, “Don’t waste a drop, sweetheart.” He loves the idea of it dripping down your thighs later, especially if you're trying to act composed. If he can't come inside, then it’s over your back or chest—something about marking you from behind just does it for him.

D = Dirty Secret
He’s fantasized about having you tied to his desk in the Knights of Favonius headquarters, blindfolded and moaning while he handles “paperwork.” He’s also absolutely pocketed your panties before a meeting and worn them wrapped around his wrist under his glove. You’ll only find out if he lets you.

E = Experience
Kaeya is… very experienced. He’s had flings, flirts, and flings-that-turned-obsessions. But he’s never gotten attached—until you. He knows exactly what he’s doing and takes pride in drawing every possible sound and tremble from you.

F = Favorite Position
He’s a fan of anything where you can’t see what he’s about to do next. Belly down, ass up with your face buried in a pillow? Perfect. Bent over a balcony railing at midnight? Even better. He loves holding you by the nape, hips flush to yours, whispering all the filthy things he’s going to do to you right before he does them.

G = Goofy
He’s playful, but not goofy. More like calculated mischief. He’ll tease the hell out of you, say something ridiculous like, “Is that a moan or a cry for help?” while absolutely destroying you from behind—but it’s never lighthearted fumbling. Every joke is a setup for him to dominate you harder.

H = Hair
Groomed but not shaved. Kaeya leaves a neat trail of dark blue leading down his stomach, just enough to tempt your mouth lower. And he loves it when you rake your nails through it while you ride him.

I = Intimacy
He doesn’t say he loves you during sex, but he shows it. When he cradles your face while thrusting into you slow and deep, when he groans your name like a prayer, when he kisses you like he’ll never stop—that’s when you feel it.

J = Jack-off
Rarely does it solo anymore. But if he has to, he closes his eye, tilts his head back, and thinks about the time you cried his name while coming around his fingers. His favorite memory? The time you begged to come with his gloved hand over your mouth.

K = Kinks
-Praise/Degradation Mix: “You’re so good for me, so perfect—and such a needy little mess, aren’t you? Crying on my cock like you were made for it.”

-Temperature Play: That Cryo Vision isn't just for show. He'll trail a cold finger across your skin, then follow it with his hot tongue. Ice cubes in your mouth while he kisses you, or gliding one along your nipples or between your thighs before replacing it with his mouth? Yes.

-Gloves On: He loves fucking you with his gloves on. Leather against soft skin, the delicious friction, the filthy slap of it on your ass while he bends you over? Unmatched.

-Overstimulation: “One more,” he whispers when you're already shaking. Then another. He needs to see you sobbing, toes curling, clawing at the sheets because he’s ruined you so good you forget your own name.

-Power Play: Despite his flirty nature, Kaeya gets dangerously serious when he has you under him. His favorite game is teasing you in public with subtle touches or dirty whispers, then making you beg in private. You’ll never win against his control.

L = Location
Anywhere he can pin you. His favorite? Propped on the windowsill of his bedroom, one leg thrown over his shoulder, while Mondstadt glitters behind you. Honorable mention goes to the Knights’ library. Quiet moans between the shelves? Heavenly.

M = Motivation
You in his lap. Doesn’t matter if you’re being sweet, bratty, clingy—if you so much as shift your hips, it’s over. The way you smell, how your breath catches when he leans in—Kaeya is so attuned to you, it's like he gets hard on instinct.

N = No
He doesn’t mess with anything involving non-consensual play, extreme pain, or humiliation that leaves lasting emotional harm. He teases hard, but always makes sure you’re actually into it. Your trust is a gift he won’t break.

O = Oral
Giving: He’s devastating. Teases with slow licks, hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread, and moans like he’s starving for it. Eye contact? Constant. He wants to see the exact moment you fall apart.
Receiving: He’ll guide your head down with a smug grin and a “So eager, sweetheart”, but the moment your tongue hits just right, his cock twitches and his mouth drops open in the sexiest groan you've ever heard.

P = Pace
Deliberate. Calculated. Wicked. He knows exactly how to roll his hips to make your eyes roll back. If he’s feeling possessive, he’ll go slow and deep until you're writhing. When he's feral? Brace yourself—he'll hold your hips in place and pound you until you can’t even scream anymore.

Q = Quickie
Loves them. Against a stone wall in an alley, behind a locked door at the Favonius HQ, even a rushed handjob under the table at Angel’s Share. It’s the thrill, the risk, the way you struggle to stay quiet. He lives for it.

R = Risk
Oh, he lives for danger. He’ll finger you at a banquet with Diluc two seats away just to watch you squirm. The threat of being caught? He’ll whisper, “Be good and stay still—or I’ll have to make it even harder for you.”

S = Stamina
Insane. Cryo Vision + Captain training = Kaeya can go multiple rounds. He doesn’t even break a sweat until you’re jelly-legged and whimpering. He’ll hold you through the overstimulation, kiss your tears away, then ask, “One more?”

T = Toys
He’s got a secret drawer full of sleek, expensive toys he only uses on you. Vibrating plugs, silk restraints, and glass dildos cooled to just the right temperature. Sometimes he leaves one in you while he’s at work and texts: “Don’t you dare take it out.”

U = Unfair
He's the king of teasing. Edges you for hours, licks you only to pull away right before you come, whispers “Not yet” while you cry from need. Then he ruins you in minutes. He’ll definitely make you beg for it, and the more you do, the more satisfied he is.

V = Volume
Kaeya is vocal, but smooth. He groans, growls, and whispers the filthiest things in your ear with that low, silky voice. You won’t hear a loud shout, but you will hear things like “That’s it. Take it. So tight for me” in a way that makes your legs shake.

W = Wild Card
He wants to make you come while sword-fighting. No, seriously. Training sessions turn into tension. One day, he’ll pin you mid-duel, blade at your throat and thigh between your legs, and whisper, “Surrender?” He’ll win. Every time.

X = X-Ray
Kaeya’s got length. Not obscenely thick, but long and curved just right—enough to hit that spot every time. He knows how to use it with surgical precision, too. And when you’re on top? He watches himself disappear inside you with the filthiest smirk.

Y = Yearning
He’s not just horny—he aches for you. Even on duty, his thoughts drift to how your body feels, how you sound, how you look with your mouth open for him. He’s addicted. The kind of guy who jacks off in the shower thinking about the last time you called his name.

Z = Zzz
Kaeya doesn’t pass out right after, but you might. He’ll lie beside you, stroking your back and whispering little teases and praises while you doze. If he really wore you out, he’ll grin and pull you close, saying, “Sleep well, sweetheart. I’ll be needing you again when you wake up.”

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A — Aftercare
Arlecchino doesn't leave your side once you're spent. She’s rough, unrelenting in bed—but after? She treats you like glass. Carries you to the bath, cleans between your thighs herself, and massages the soreness from your hips. She won’t say “I love you,” but the kiss she presses to your shoulder while wrapping a towel around you says it louder.

B — Body Part (Favorite)
Your neck. Not just because of how fragile it is under her hand, but because it shows everything. Her teeth marks, the bruises from when she gripped you too hard, the fading scratches when she gets too rough. She bites there often, just below your jaw, and watches the way you gasp and squirm. “You’re mine,” she says, low, hot against your skin. “And I want everyone to see it.”

C — Cum
She's obsessed with breeding you. Not because she wants kids—hell no—but because she’s territorial. She wants you leaking her cum for hours, soaking your panties, smelling like her. She’ll fuck you deep and still hold your hips down after, keeping her cock buried until she’s sure none of it spills out. “Keep it in,” she growls, watching you tremble. “I worked hard for that.”

D — Dirty Talk
Filthy. She never stops talking. “You like being fucked like this, sweetheart?” she’ll purr, slow and cruel. “So desperate for my cock you forgot how to beg properly.” Her voice stays calm, mocking, like she isn’t railing you within an inch of your sanity. She loves degrading you, but only in the moment. Afterward, she’ll whisper, “You took me so well, pretty girl,” like it’s a sacred confession.

E — Experience
Plenty. She’s meticulous, calculated—she learned what makes someone fall apart, and she uses it. You’re not her first, but you’re the first she’s kept. And gods, she studies you like scripture. Every time she fucks you is better than the last, because she remembers. Where you get the most sensitive. What rhythm makes your legs shake. How to make you cry just from her fingers.

F — Favorite Position
Against the wall. She loves having you off the ground, legs wrapped around her waist, pinned between her and the cold brick. It’s primal. Controlling. And it lets her watch—your back arching, your mouth falling open, that stunned expression when she bottoms out. She’ll fuck you hard, whispering, “You’re not going anywhere.” while you cling to her like she’s the only thing keeping you alive.

G — Goofy
Not at all. Sex with Arlecchino is intense. It’s not emotionless, but she doesn’t allow room for laughter or awkwardness. She’s hyper-focused, serious, and commanding. She’ll smirk at how desperate you get—but never laugh at you. Ever.

H — Hair
Neatly groomed. She's precise with her appearance, and that applies to everything, including below the belt. Light pubic hair, trimmed, maybe styled into a neat stripe. She doesn’t really care if you shave or not, as long as you smell like her when she's done with you.

I — Intimacy
It burns. She won't say it’s love. She’ll say it’s devotion, ownership, obsession—but when she pulls you close after, stroking your cheek with a gloved thumb, you know. She doesn’t sleep with anyone else. Doesn’t want to. You’ve ruined her for other people. She'd burn the world down to keep you in her bed.

J — Jack-Off
Rarely. She has self-control, but also arrogance—why use her hand when she could have you on your knees instead? Still, if she’s gone too long without you? She’ll jerk herself off with your panties bunched in her fist, imagining your teary face as she makes you choke on her cock. She always finishes thinking about the way you cry when she makes you cum.

K — Kink
Oh, so many.

-Power play — She's your husband, your daddy, your owner in bed. And you love it.

-Overstimulation — She’ll make you cum until you can’t speak, until you’re sobbing, drooling, legs shaking.

-Degradation — “You’re my filthy little wife, aren’t you? Always soaking wet just from my voice.”

-Marking — Biting, scratching, bruising. You belong to her.

-Cockwarming — She loves to keep you filled and silent during meetings. Sit on her lap, legs shaking, while she calmly discusses Fatui politics.

L — Location
Everywhere. Her desk at the orphanage. The balcony of the Manor. The dark hallway where no one dares walk past. She loves fucking you where she shouldn’t, where someone could hear. Her favorite, though? Her private quarters. On the massive bed she built for you. Somewhere she can spread you out and take her time.

M — Motivation
The way you look at her. You’re so soft, sweet, trusting—everything she’s not. And when you call her daddy with that breathy little voice? She snaps. She needs to ruin you. Not out of cruelty—but because no one else is allowed to see you like that. Ever.

N — No
She has hard lines:

-No sharing you. Period.

-No mocking or humiliating your insecurities.

-No disrespecting safewords—if you say “stop,” she stops immediately. She's a control freak, but she protects her toy like a dragon guards its treasure.

O — Oral
She adores it. Your mouth wrapped around her cock, tears lining your eyes, trying so hard to take her down to the base. She holds your hair, guiding you slowly, then faster. “Good girl,” she growls when you choke. She’ll cum down your throat and keep you there, groaning softly while she watches you swallow.

P — Pace
Slow and punishing. She likes to draw it out. Tease you until you beg. Then fuck you hard enough to make the bed shake. Sometimes, she gets mean—hips snapping forward while she grips your wrists, watching you fall apart. “Cry for me,” she commands. “Let daddy hear how much you need it.”

Q — Quickies
Only when absolutely necessary. She prefers to enjoy you. But if she’s worked up and you whisper something filthy while she’s busy? She’ll take you behind a closed door, pull your panties to the side, and fuck you against the wall without breaking eye contact.

R — Risk
She likes it risky. Almost being caught. Making you scream in a hallway where her subordinates are stationed. Leaving bruises where her gloves covered your skin. It thrills her—knowing she could get away with it. Knowing no one would dare say a word.

S — Stamina
Unholy. This woman can go all night. She doesn’t get tired—you do. She’ll fuck you into unconsciousness, then wake you with soft kisses and a finger already buried between your folds again. “You can take one more, can’t you, sweetheart?”

T — Toys
Yes. A box full of them, locked under her bed. Vibrators, plugs, ropes, clamps. Her favorite? A custom vibe she uses on you sometimes, because she likes watching your thighs shake from being ruined two ways in one night.

U — Unfair
Cruel. She teases mercilessly. Fingers ghosting your clit but never touching. Kisses everywhere but your mouth. Making you watch her stroke her cock and not letting you touch. “Beg properly, wife. Or I’ll leave you like this all night.”

V — Volume
She’s quiet, but intense. Heavy breathing, low groans, and that commanding voice growling filth into your ear. But you? She wants you screaming. “Louder,” she says, hand around your throat. “Let them hear who you belong to.”

W — Wild Card
She’s obsessed with mirror sex. Not just to see herself, but to see you. She’ll bend you over, make you watch yourself being fucked, lips parted, eyes glassy. “Look how pretty you are when you’re ruined,” she murmurs. “No wonder I can’t stop.”

X — X-Ray
She’s thick. Heavy. Veiny. Long enough to reach deep. Not comically huge—but the kind that hurts in the best way. Curved just slightly up, perfect for dragging along every sensitive spot. Always warm, already leaking before you even touch her.

Y — Yearning
She wants you constantly. Doesn’t always act on it—but if you’re nearby, she’s thinking about it. Possessive to the point of obsession. If anyone flirts with you, she’ll fuck you until your legs don’t work. You’re her addiction, her peace, her ruin.

Z — Zzz
After? She holds you. Lets you curl into her chest while her cock softens inside you. She plays with your hair, whispers nonsense in your ear. She never sleeps deeply—but if you’re with her? She sleeps better than she has in years.

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A = Aftercare
Impeccable. He’s a doctor, after all. Baizhu is incredibly attentive, carefully cleaning you up, checking your body for any signs of soreness or strain, and whispering soft reassurances. Expect herbal tea, gentle massages, and prolonged cuddling under soft silk sheets.

B = Body part (favorite)
Your hands. Baizhu finds your hands endlessly fascinating—how delicate or calloused they are, how they tremble when he touches you, how they grip at his robes when you’re desperate for more. He kisses your knuckles, strokes your palms during foreplay, and loves when you touch him with gentle curiosity. The way your fingers trace his chest or tug at his hair can undo him completely. There’s something intimate and quietly reverent about the way he treats your hands—like they’re sacred.

C = Cum
Clean and controlled. He rarely finishes anywhere messy unless you ask him to. His preferences lean toward releasing inside if you’re comfortable with it—something about the intimacy and trust makes it deeply satisfying to him.

D = Dirty secret
Baizhu has fantasized about fucking you on his clinic table, late at night, after hours—your moans muffled by his coat or a silken gag while Qiqi sleeps in the other room. He’s shockingly good at hiding how deep his desires run beneath his calm exterior.

E = Experience
More experienced than people assume. He’s not a playboy, but he’s had lovers before—he just doesn’t flaunt it. His skill comes from listening, observation, and a keen understanding of anatomy. He learns your body like he’s memorizing a medical text.

F = Favorite position
Loves positions where he can see your face and control the pace—missionary with your legs over his shoulders, lotus, or doggy with your back arched and his hand in your hair. If you’re feeling needy, he’ll let you ride him while he leans back and watches you come undone.

G = Goofy
Not particularly goofy, but he’s fond of little teasing comments mid-act. Baizhu is more sensual and controlled, though his wit might slip in with an amused smile if you say something unexpectedly bold.

H = Hair
Well-groomed. His pubic hair is neatly trimmed, light in color, and soft to the touch. He keeps himself clean for health reasons and because he enjoys looking immaculate.

I = Intimacy
Very high. Baizhu’s not into emotionless sex. Even when things get rough or needy, he always maintains a strong emotional connection—through touch, breath, and eye contact.

J = Jack-off
He tries to avoid it, but when stress or desire overwhelms him, he’ll lock his door and take his time, often thinking about the last time he had you. He’s a master of edging himself to prolong the sensation.

K = Kink
Baizhu has a thing for power exchange—not dominance in the brutal sense, but in control and care. He loves being the one to guide you, overstimulate you with fingers and herbs, or restrain you gently with silk. Medical play, aphrodisiacs, breath control (very light), and verbal praise all fall under his domain.

L = Location
Loves the intimacy of a bedroom, but he’s not opposed to sneaking you behind a privacy screen in the clinic, on the floor with his robes as a cushion. As long as it's private, the thrill of getting caught adds to his arousal.

M = Motivation
Your voice. Your scent. The way you say his name or fidget when he gets too close. He's especially weak when you come to him for treatment, trusting him completely, looking vulnerable and soft.

N = NO
He won’t do anything degrading, humiliating, or dangerous. He draws a hard line at anything that would make you feel unsafe or disrespected—consent is the cornerstone of his pleasure.

O = Oral (giving/receiving)
He adores giving. Baizhu is slow, worshipful, and painfully precise—he’ll spend hours between your thighs if you let him. Receiving? He’ll accept it with a shaky breath and lidded eyes, threading his fingers through your hair and murmuring your name like a prayer.

P = Pace
Deliberate. Smooth. Calculatedly slow to drive you insane. He knows exactly how to wind you up and break you down until you’re crying his name, begging for more.

Q = Quickie
Rare, but not impossible. If you surprise him at the clinic during a long day and whisper in his ear, he’ll guide you to a storage room and pull up your dress. He never rushes you—just himself.

R = Risk
He keeps things tasteful and discreet, but the risk of being caught or trying something slightly taboo excites him—especially if you initiate it. His self-control is legendary, but not unbreakable.

S = Stamina
Surprisingly high. Despite his chronic condition, he knows how to pace himself and extend pleasure for multiple rounds. He’s also a fan of using his fingers, mouth, or toys between rounds.

T = Toys
Uses them with care—he owns a drawer full of beautifully crafted toys, most of which he uses on you, not himself. Vibrators, glass dildos, and temperature play tools all neatly organized.

U = Unfair
Extremely. He’ll tease you with slow strokes, just enough pressure to make you cry, pulling back every time you’re close. And he loves watching you squirm under his control.

V = Volume
Quiet but deep. He grunts, groans, and murmurs your name with a soft rasp. The filthiest things will leave his lips in the gentlest voice, making your face heat up instantly.

W = Wild card
He’s experimented with herbal aphrodisiacs, some he’s made himself. On occasion, he might “accidentally” dose you with one and insist on staying by your side until the effects pass… which may take hours.

X = X-ray
Baizhu is average in length, slightly above in girth, and very well-proportioned. His dick is smooth, flushed darker than his skin tone, and curved slightly upward—perfect for deep, toe-curling thrusts.

Y = Yearning
More than he lets on. His quiet intensity hides a deep hunger for closeness, for being needed. He’ll never demand your affection, but when you offer it freely? He melts.

Z = Zzz
You always fall asleep first—he strokes your hair or holds you in his arms, whispering soft things in a language only he knows. Once he's sure you're safe and sound, only then will he allow himself to sleep.

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A = Aftercare
Flawless. Ayato is elegant even in intimacy, and he never neglects aftercare. He’ll clean you up with a warm cloth, help you into a silk robe, and pull you close for a quiet moment—usually over tea or whispered praise in his low, soothing voice.

B = Body part (favorite)
Your lips. Ayato is obsessed with your mouth—your smile, your moans, the way your lips part just before he kisses you. He’ll thumb your bottom lip, kiss you breathless, and tease you with sweet nothings until you’re desperate for more. He especially loves when you go down on him—it’s a favorite view.

C = Cum
Clean and indulgent. He has a taste for marking you in subtle, private ways—your inner thighs, your stomach, your chest. If you let him finish inside, he’ll praise you for it. It’s about possession to him, not mess.

D = Dirty secret
He’s fantasized about bending you over his desk during late-night work, one hand still holding a document while the other grips your hips. Ayato plays the composed Yashiro Commissioner by day, but he’s far filthier in private—especially when stressed.

E = Experience
Very experienced, though discreet. He’s not a playboy—he’s too busy for that—but he’s refined and observant, and he knows how to please a lover thoroughly. Everything he does is calculated to drive you wild.

F = Favorite position
He adores backshots with you on your knees, head down and ass up, where he can lean over your back and whisper how good you’re being. But when he wants to see your face? Lotus or modified missionary with your legs pushed up for deeper angles.

G = Goofy
Rarely goofy, but charming. Ayato teases with smooth remarks and smug smirks, and if you get flustered, he’ll gently laugh and use it against you. He never breaks the mood—he controls it.

H = Hair
Groomed. Ayato keeps himself well-maintained; his pubic hair is soft, pale, and tidy. It’s less vanity and more about being clean, refined, and ready for anything—including you.

I = Intimacy
High. Ayato doesn’t do anything half-heartedly. Even rough sex with him carries a deeply personal, almost romantic undercurrent. His touches are tender, his voice low and reverent when he praises you.

J = Jack-off
Not often—he prefers the real thing, or he’ll wait until he can have you. But when he does, he imagines you on your knees, crying out for him, your lips swollen from kissing him too much. He’s efficient but thorough.

K = Kink
Power play, obedience, praise, and a touch of degradation—in that order. Ayato gets off on control. He wants to see you submit willingly, beg prettily, and thank him when he lets you come. He might tie your wrists with a silk sash, but he’ll also call you “darling” and reward you for being good.

L = Location
Private, opulent places: his estate bedroom, the bath, his private study. He’ll never risk you being seen—but the idea of someone hearing? That’s a secret thrill.

M = Motivation
He loves it when you challenge him or talk back—your fire ignites his control issues. But he’s equally undone when you come to him sweetly, asking for attention in that soft voice he adores.

N = NO
He won’t do anything public or unsafe, and he draws a hard line at humiliation. He’ll degrade in a controlled way—calling you his slut or toy in bed—but always with affection behind it. If you say stop, he stops.

O = Oral (giving/receiving)
Loves both. Ayato gives head like he’s savoring a rare delicacy—slow licks, strong hands, relentless pressure. He also loves receiving, especially when you’re on your knees between his legs, looking up at him like he’s your god.

P = Pace
Controlled. Ayato teases with slow, grinding thrusts until you’re clinging to him—then he picks up the pace and fucks you hard and deep. He loves hearing you beg for him to stop teasing.

Q = Quickie
Rare, but he’ll take you against a wall or behind closed shoji doors if he’s desperate. He doesn’t rush you, though—just himself.

R = Risk
Minimal. Ayato is strategic about everything, even sex. But he’s not against a well-planned risky moment—like dragging you into a private alcove during a formal event and making you keep quiet while he uses his fingers.

S = Stamina
Top-tier. He can go for multiple rounds, especially after a long day. He doesn’t tire easily, and his ability to delay his own orgasm to make you come again and again is unmatched.

T = Toys
He has an entire hidden drawer of them: jade dildos, vibrators, ropes, plugs. Most are high-quality and imported. He enjoys incorporating them into scenes—but he’ll always be the one in control.

U = Unfair
The worst. Ayato is a master at teasing—soft touches under your kimono, whispered words during dinner, pulling you into his lap only to make you grind on him with no release. And if you dare complain? He’ll smirk and do it more.

V = Volume
Quiet, but sharp. He lets out low groans, harsh breaths, and muttered praise when he’s deep inside you. Occasionally, you’ll get a clipped “fuck” if you do something that surprises him.

W = Wild card
He’s secretly into mirror play. He’ll fuck you in front of a floor-length mirror and make you watch—telling you how beautiful you look stuffed full of him, your makeup ruined, thighs shaking.

X = X-ray (
Ayato is a bit above average in length, 5-6 inches, with a smooth, thick shaft and a very prominent head. Pale with a flushed pink tip. Pretty, just like the rest of him.

Y = Yearning
Controlled but intense. Ayato doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but he aches for your attention. When he’s been away, he’ll make love to you slowly, over and over, like he’s trying to make up for every missed second.

Z = Zzz
You always fall asleep draped over his chest, and he’ll protectively wrap an arm around you. Even in sleep, his hand lingers on your waist or thigh. You’re his peace—he sleeps best with you near.

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A — Aftercare
He’s not the best at aftercare—at first, he doesn’t even think it’s necessary. You’re fine, aren’t you? But when he sees you trembling, flushed, your breath shaky and uneven, he hesitates. The guilt crawls in. He’ll grumble, toss a blanket over you, maybe grumble something like “Tch… you look pathetic like this…” but his hands linger too long on your skin, brushing back hair from your face. It takes time, but eventually, he’ll wipe you down, hold you awkwardly, and (when he thinks you’re asleep) murmur, “Idiot… what am I gonna do with you?”

B — Body Part
Scaramouche is obsessed with your throat. His hand fits perfectly around it, and he loves watching you struggle when he squeezes. The contrast between his slender fingers and your flushed skin drives him wild. But secretly…? He also loves your thighs, though he’ll never admit it. Catch him sneaking glances at them when you’re not looking.

C — Cum
He’s greedy. He wants to mark you, wants to ruin you, fill you up over and over until you’re leaking down your thighs. He gets possessive about it, growling in your ear about how you belong to him. But if you beg for him to cum inside you… he’ll go red in the face, stammer a bit, and then do it with a shuddering moan, whispering your name like it’s a curse and a prayer.

D — Dirty Talk
Filthy, filthy mouth. He’ll degrade you like it’s his life’s mission—“Pathetic little slut… can’t even think when I fuck you, huh?” But sometimes, when you’re whimpering his name, he falters. The words get caught in his throat, and his voice goes lower, huskier. If you catch him saying something genuinely soft—“You feel so good… too good… gonna ruin you…”—he’ll get flustered after, pretending it never happened.

E — Experience
Scara’s definitely had his fair share of encounters—nothing deep, just flings—but it’s different with you. You make him feel things he doesn’t want to admit. At first, he’s detached, in control. Over time, though, he starts letting himself get lost in you, letting his guard down in the heat of the moment. It scares him a little, how much he craves you.

F — Favorite Position
He loves having you face down, ass up—loves the view, loves the way you squirm and cry when he’s balls-deep. But over time…? He starts liking missionary more than he wants to admit. There’s something about seeing your face contorted in pleasure, your teary eyes locking onto his—it makes him feel something. Not that he’d ever say that.

G — Goofy
Not really his thing. If you laugh during sex, he’ll scowl and mutter something like “What the hell’s so funny?” But secretly… if you giggle when you’re both tangled up and he accidentally bonks your head or something, he likes it. He won’t admit it, but the sound makes his chest ache in a way he doesn’t understand.

H — Hair
Neatly trimmed. He doesn’t like to admit it, but he does take care of himself in that regard. He’s fastidious, after all.

I — Intimacy
It’s rare—at least in the beginning. He wants to be intimate, but his pride gets in the way. The first time he kisses you just to kiss you (not as a prelude to sex), it catches you both off guard. His hands tremble, and when you tease him for it, he snarls and shoves you away—only to pull you back in moments later, muttering, “Shut up… just shut up…” under his breath.

J — Jack Off
Yes, but only when he’s desperate. He’ll think about you—grinding against him, mouth open, eyes wide—and hate himself for how quickly he cums. Afterwards, he’ll lie back, staring at the ceiling with a scowl, muttering, “Fucking hell…” under his breath.

K — Kinks
Degradation: “You’re so fucking needy, aren’t you? Disgusting…”

Choking: His hand fits perfectly around your throat.

Hair-pulling: Loves grabbing your hair and yanking your head back.

Orgasm control: He lives for edging you, watching you squirm.

Breeding: Won’t admit it, but the idea of you swollen with his child gets him feral.

Power play: He loves being in control—but when you fight back? Oh, it drives him insane.

L — Location
He doesn’t care where, as long as you’re his. That said, he prefers somewhere private—his tent, an empty ruin, somewhere he can pin you down without fear of interruption.

M — Motivation
Your attitude. You stand up to him, challenge him, and it makes him want to break you. But when you smile at him—genuine, soft—it ignites something deep in his chest, something he’s not ready to confront.

N — No
He’s into a lot, but he won’t hurt you beyond what you can handle. Knife play? Absolutely not. Blood? No. If he even suspects you’re uncomfortable, he’ll stop immediately—even if he acts annoyed about it. “Tch… if you’re gonna be a crybaby, we’re stopping. Got it?”

O — Oral
Giving? Rarely—he’s selfish, but if you beg for it, he’ll do it just to shut you up. And he’s good at it, too, watching you fall apart on his tongue with a sharp smirk. Receiving? Oh, absolutely. He loves having you on your knees, mouth full of him, struggling to take it all.

P — Pace
Fast, rough, relentless. He fucks you like he owns you, like he’s trying to imprint himself inside you. But if you’re being especially soft or sweet, he might slow down—just a little—before he snaps back into his usual rhythm, as if to punish you for making him feel too much.

Q — Quickies
Yes—he’s impatient. If you get him riled up, expect him to pull you into a dark alley or press you against a tree, whispering filth in your ear while he pounds into you. He’ll sneer about how desperate you are, but it’s really him who couldn’t wait.

R — Risk
Medium risk. He likes the idea of getting caught—loves the thought of you trying to keep quiet while he ruins you—but only in places he knows are relatively safe. He’s not stupid, after all.

S — Stamina
High. He’s got the stamina of an Archon, and he knows it. He’ll fuck you through multiple rounds, pushing you to your limit—and then some.

T — Toys
Doesn’t really use toys—he is your toy. But if you suggest it, he might agree, albeit begrudgingly. He’s more likely to use his hands as your toy, teasing you until you’re sobbing.

U — Unfair
So, so unfair. He’ll edge you until you’re sobbing, whispering in your ear about how pathetic you look begging for him. He gets off on your desperation.

V — Volume
He’s not loud—at least, not usually. He grits his teeth, hisses through them, groans low and deep in his throat. But when he really loses control? You’ll hear him whimper your name, almost pleading—though he’ll deny it later.

W — Wild Card
If you ever take control—push him down, ride him, pin his wrists—he’ll lose it. He’ll let you—for a little while. But then he’ll snap, flip you over, and fuck you so hard you forget your own name. And afterward, he’ll grumble, “Don’t think you can pull that shit with me again.” But deep down… he loved it.

X — X-Ray
Not massive, but definitely above average. Well-shaped, with a slight curve upward. He’s confident about it, too, smirking when he catches you staring.

Y — Yearning
He hates how much he wants you. It frustrates him, makes him snappish and cold. But when you’re not around, he finds himself thinking about you—your smile, your laugh, the way you melt under him—and it drives him crazy. Eventually, he stops fighting it, and the next time you see him, he drags you into his arms like he’s starving for you.

Z — Zzz
He doesn’t sleep much, but if you’re curled up next to him, warm and soft, he’ll let himself drift off. His arms tighten around you, and if you try to move away, he’ll mutter something like “Don’t go… stay.” His breath evens out, and for once, he looks peaceful.

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A = Aftercare
Il Capitano is surprisingly attentive once the heat of the moment has passed. He’ll gently hold you, stroking your hair as he murmurs quiet affirmations. He may seem cold and distant to the outside world, but in private, he ensures you feel safe and cared for after every intense encounter.

B = Body Part (Favorite)
Your neck. Capitano is obsessed with the vulnerability of your throat—the way it arches under his hand, the soft pulse of your heartbeat against his lips. He loves marking it, leaving possessive bruises and faint teeth marks that only the two of you know the story behind.

C = Cum
Capitano is controlled and calculated, but when he’s inside you, he’s primal. He loves to finish deep inside, a silent promise that you’re his. He’ll groan lowly, holding you tight as he fills you, relishing the warmth and the thought of his seed taking root.

D = Dirty Secret
He’s thought about fucking you while still in partial uniform—his gloves on, his mask barely lifted, keeping you completely at his mercy. The idea of you trembling beneath him, your moans echoing off the metal of his armor, fuels many of his darker fantasies.

E = Experience
Capitano has plenty of experience. His stoic nature hides a deeply carnal side, and he’s well-versed in how to make you feel every inch of him. He’s a slow learner when it comes to emotional vulnerability, but physically? He knows exactly what he’s doing.

F = Favorite Position
He loves the power of mating press—pinning you down, your legs over his shoulders, so he can drive into you deep and hard. But he also enjoys taking you from behind, one large hand gripping your throat or hair while he fucks you mercilessly.

G = Goofy (How playful are they in bed?)
Capitano is not playful in bed. He’s commanding, serious, and focused on you—on breaking you down until you’re a breathless, whimpering mess beneath him. Any teasing is calculated and purposeful.

H = Hair
Capitano keeps himself meticulously groomed. His body hair is well-kept—short, neat, and soft. His pubic hair is trimmed but natural, dark against his pale skin. He loves tangling his fingers in your hair when you’re on your knees for him.

I = Intimacy
He’s intense. Capitano shows his affection through control and dominance, but there are moments when he slows down—his lips trailing over your skin, his hand cradling your cheek as he murmurs that you’re his, only his.

J = Jack Off (How often?)
He doesn’t usually need to—he has you, after all. But on missions where you’re apart, he’ll silently stroke himself to the memory of your moans, biting his lip to keep quiet.

K = Kinks
Breeding kink (big time)

Power dynamics (he loves being in control)

Overstimulation (watching you cry from too much pleasure)

Choking (his hand around your throat, gentle but firm)

Possessiveness (marking you as his)

Uniform kink (fucking you while still in his gear)

L = Location
His chambers, primarily—but if the mood strikes, he’s not above bending you over a table in a quiet corner of the Fortress, or dragging you into a darkened room when the need overwhelms him.

M = Motivation
Your obedience, your trust, and your willingness to surrender. When you look up at him with those soft, wide eyes, breath hitching as you beg for more, Capitano can’t resist the urge to claim you all over again.

N = No (Hard limits)
He’ll never degrade you in a way that makes you feel genuinely less than. No humiliation, no disrespect—his dominance is about possession, not degradation. He also won’t share you. Ever.

O = Oral (Giving/Receiving)
Capitano loves receiving—he’ll gently guide you to your knees, one hand cupping the back of your head as you worship him. But he’s also a meticulous giver, using his tongue and fingers to coax you into screaming his name as you fall apart.

P = Pace
Relentless. Capitano is powerful and unyielding—he loves driving into you hard and deep, stretching you around him until you can barely think. But when he does slow down, it’s to draw out your pleasure, watching you writhe beneath him.

Q = Quickie
Not his preference—he likes to take his time. But if the situation demands it? He’s all business. One hand over your mouth to stifle your cries, one arm pinning you against the nearest wall, and he’s thrusting into you so fast and hard you can barely catch your breath.

R = Risk
Moderate. Capitano is calculating, but the thrill of almost getting caught in a forbidden place excites him. He loves the idea of you trying to stay quiet while he pushes you right to the edge in a hidden hallway or his office.

S = Stamina
Inhuman. Capitano can go for hours, taking you again and again until your body is trembling and oversensitive. He rarely tires before you do, and he’ll push you until you can’t take any more.

T = Toys
He doesn’t rely on them often, but if you’re especially bratty or disobedient, he’ll use restraints—silken ropes, cuffs, or even his own belt to keep you in line. He prefers the threat of punishment to the actual act, but he won’t hesitate to make you beg.

U = Unfair
Very. Capitano loves to tease you with slow, deliberate strokes, holding you on the edge of release and whispering in your ear, “Not yet.” He enjoys making you plead for release, testing your patience and submission.

V = Volume
He’s quiet but intense. Low, guttural groans, the occasional sharp intake of breath when you do something particularly sinful. His voice, deep and gravelly, murmuring “Good girl” in your ear, is enough to make your knees buckle.

W = Wild Card (Random kink or quirk)
Capitano secretly loves the idea of you marking him in return—soft scratches down his back, love bites hidden under his uniform. He won’t admit it, but he savors the sting when he moves later.

X = X-Ray (What’s under the uniform?)
Capitano is built. Broad chest, powerful arms, thick thighs—he’s a wall of muscle. His cock matches—thick, long, and slightly curved, stretching you deliciously every time. He’s well-groomed but natural, with a light dusting of dark hair trailing down his abs.

Y = Yearning
He keeps his emotions guarded, but when it comes to you, Capitano aches. The thought of you drives him to distraction—he’ll find himself lost in the memory of your moans, the warmth of your body, the way you gasp his name. He yearns deeply but rarely shows it in words—his actions speak volumes.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep?)
Capitano stays awake long after you’ve drifted off, watching over you like a silent guardian. His body may relax, but his mind remains sharp, always vigilant—though, eventually, the steady sound of your breathing will lull him into a light sleep.

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A = Aftercare
Cyno is a diligent, methodical man, and aftercare is no exception. Once the intensity of the moment fades, he’s all about soothing you—cleaning you up with a warm cloth, checking for any discomfort, and holding you close with a protective arm around your waist. His stoic demeanor softens as he murmurs dry humor in your ear, easing you back into reality with his teasing yet gentle affection.

B = Body Part (Favorite)
He’s utterly captivated by your thighs. Whether it’s watching them tremble under his touch or gripping them firmly when he’s deep inside you, there’s something about the softness paired with your strength that drives him wild. He’s not shy about letting you know how much he loves them—whispering in that low, rough voice how beautiful you look splayed out beneath him.

C = Cum
Cyno’s a bit possessive—he prefers finishing inside you, leaving his mark. The thought of you carrying his seed fuels his primal side, though he keeps his emotions tightly under wraps. He’ll pull you into a deep kiss afterward, murmuring how well you took him, his hands lazily stroking your skin as you come down from your high.

D = Dirty Talk
Surprisingly filthy once the mood strikes. He keeps his voice low and firm, a deep rumble in your ear as he praises you, taunts you, and orders you around in bed. His words are calculated—sharp-edged but never cruel. “You like when I make you fall apart like this, don’t you?” or “Don’t you dare look away from me, sweetheart.” His eyes, dark with lust, are just as much a weapon as his tongue.

E = Experience
While Cyno has an air of control and authority, he’s surprisingly inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. His initial approach is methodical, almost clinical, but once he understands what you like—what makes you gasp and writhe—he becomes insatiable, eager to learn every secret your body holds.

F = Favorite Position
Missionary, but with a twist. He loves hovering over you, watching your face twist in pleasure beneath him. Your legs hooked over his shoulders? Even better. It lets him thrust deeper, and he can hold your hips in place as he pounds into you with precision. The eye contact is intense—it’s almost a form of control.

G = Goofy
Cyno isn’t goofy in the traditional sense, but his deadpan delivery of jokes mid-rounds can make you laugh unexpectedly. He’ll say something absurdly nerdy, and when you giggle, he’ll smirk before resuming his focused pace—completely unbothered by your amusement.

H = Hair
He keeps himself well-groomed, but if you run your hands through his hair and tug lightly, you’ll see a rare, unguarded expression cross his face. That subtle flush of pleasure? A silent invitation for you to keep going.

I = Intimacy
While Cyno might seem cold or distant to others, with you, it’s different. He’s deeply intimate—watching you closely, mapping every breath and tremor, reading you like a sacred text. His hands are firm but reverent, and he’ll stay pressed close to you long after you both finish, his heartbeat a steady, grounding rhythm.

J = Jack Off
Cyno has a strong sense of discipline, but when the nights are long and his thoughts wander to you—how you sound, how you taste—he’ll indulge himself, albeit rarely. He does it methodically, imagining the way you clench around him, how your voice rises when he hits that perfect spot. When you’re around, though, he’d much rather have the real thing.

K = Kinks
Control/Power Play: Cyno loves being in control—pinning your wrists, whispering instructions, watching you obey.

Praise/Degradation Mix: He’ll call you “good girl” while also teasing you for how desperate you get.

Overstimulation: He’s meticulous, pushing you to the edge again and again just to watch you fall apart.

Teasing/Edging: He enjoys drawing out your pleasure, testing your limits before letting you come.

L = Location
Cyno prefers privacy and control—his quarters, where he can lock the door and focus entirely on you. But there’s something thrilling about semi-public places—an empty tent on an expedition, the corner of a library… He’ll indulge occasionally, his normally strict demeanor cracking under the temptation.

M = Motivation
You. The way you look at him, the soft sounds you make, the way your body arches when he touches you. He’s stoic in public, but the minute you’re alone, all that tension unravels, and he’s ready to take you apart piece by piece.

N = No
He’s very firm about safety and consent. Anything that could genuinely harm you—physically or mentally—is strictly off-limits. He’d never leave lasting marks without your explicit agreement.

O = Oral (Giving/Receiving)
He’s an absolute fiend when it comes to oral—methodical, relentless, tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. He loves the way you tug at his hair, the sounds you make, the taste of you on his tongue. Receiving? He enjoys it, but he’s more focused on your pleasure. That said, if you drop to your knees and insist, he won’t say no.

P = Pace
Controlled, intense. He starts slow, making you beg for more, then gradually builds up until you’re clinging to him, gasping for breath. He’s a master of rhythm—knows exactly when to slow down or speed up to keep you teetering on the edge.

Q = Quickies
Rare, but when they happen—oh, they’re filthy. Rough, fast, breathless, with his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he takes you in a hidden alcove or against a wall.

R = Risk
Cyno’s not reckless, but he likes a little spice. The thrill of getting caught in a secluded spot during a mission can push him to act impulsively, but he always has a contingency plan—just in case.

S = Stamina
Incredible. Cyno has the endurance of a general—he can go for multiple rounds if the situation calls for it, though he prefers quality over quantity. Expect long, thorough sessions where he makes sure you’re completely satisfied before he even thinks about stopping.

T = Toys
Not a huge fan of relying on toys—he prefers using his hands and mouth. However, if you express interest, he’s open to experimenting, especially if it’s something that lets him maintain control, like restraints or a blindfold.

U = Unfair
Oh, Cyno loves teasing you—pinning you down, whispering how you don’t deserve it yet, making you beg and squirm under him before he finally gives in. He thrives on the tension, watching you struggle to behave while he toys with you mercilessly.

V = Volume
Cyno is surprisingly quiet—low grunts, ragged breaths, the occasional curse under his breath. But when he’s really close, you’ll hear that sharp intake of breath, that low “Ah—fuck, you feel so good.” And the way he whispers your name? Lethal.

W = Wild Card
Cyno has a bit of a possessive streak. After an intense session, he’ll sometimes bite you—marking your neck, shoulder, or inner thigh with his teeth, a silent reminder that you’re his. He doesn’t always do it, but when he does? It’s a rough, hot flash of dominance that lingers for days.

X = X-Ray
He’s very well-endowed—thick, long, and a bit intimidating at first glance. He knows how to use it, though, adjusting his pace and angle to fit you perfectly. The way he stretches you with slow, deliberate thrusts? Mind-melting.

Y = Yearning
Cyno is controlled, but you’d be surprised how much he craves you. He doesn’t show it openly, but the tight grip of his hands, the hunger in his gaze, and the way he pulls you close when you least expect it all betray how much he wants you.

Z = ZZZ (Sleep)
Afterward, Cyno likes to hold you close, your head resting on his chest, his fingers gently stroking your skin. His body stays tense for a while, but eventually, he relaxes into sleep with you, the steady beat of his heart lulling you into dreams.